#aeesthetic

You know, I never understood this shit. And I know so many witches who started in witchcraft through wicca. Thank fuck I escaped that perfumed trap. I started normal. I started in sweat, in silence, in the stench of wet earth after a storm that ripped out telephone poles. I started tasting iron in my mouth without having bitten anything.

Wicca is extremely romanticized. Overseas, in the US and Europe, it's a monster of an audience. An empire of pink candles and incense. And I ask myself: does no one see the structural stupidity of being Wiccan? — "Oh, but you're being religiously intolerant". I don't give a fuck.

Witchcraft was never about religion. Witchcraft is philosophy. Witchcraft is the pure, brutal, irreducible state of nature in its primordial form, the one that devours its young, that rots fruit on the branch, that makes the river rise and take houses without asking permission.

Wicca is the religion of false witches. Spoiled little brats. Elitists. People who are afraid of dirt, afraid of darkness, afraid of their own navel when it starts to smell like rot. Wicca is a religion created by a white man, gerald gardner, an English gentleman in a suit and tie who decided to wrap the shadow in bubble wrap and sell it as spiritual self-help. He took a philosophy that was always wild, instinctive, deeply feminine and marginal and turned it into a New Age system for good little girls who ask the moon for permission.

Worse: he smuggled in parts of christianity. Threefold law. "An it harm none, do what ye will". "What you send out comes back three times". Fuck, that's Calvin in a flowy skirt and a gilded athame. That's not witchcraft. That's Christianity with a lavender spritz.

Witchcraft isn't that cute little movie thing with a sepia filter and cheap empowerment dialogue. Witchcraft belongs to the outcasts. Witchcraft isn't for rich people who can't handle a single day with that energy inside their heads, because that energy gnaws on your teeth, clings to your nightmares, speaks in languages they didn't teach you in college.

Witchcraft is dark because nature is dark. Nature is intense. Nature is pain. Nature is blood giving birth, it's a carcass rotting, it's fungus growing inside the eye of a dead deer. And all of it is sacred, not despite the rot, but because of it.

Wicca is the opposite. Wicca taints everything with talk of light, of evolution, of peace. Wicca takes the abyss and puts a crocheted curtain in front of it. And calls it a temple.

I don't want a temple. I want the open sewer. I want to shove my hand into the sludge, feel the worms squirming between my fingers, and discover that there, in that wet, pulsing filth, there is also divinity.

Witchcraft doesn't need your purity. It needs your courage to stink.