Women have been bewitching since the beginning of time. Never under estimate her power!

The Season of Imbolc

This season is associated with energy, feminine essence, fresh beginnings, fire magick and love magick. People tend to back a lot of bread, do crafting and light candles around this time. It is also a fire festival; hence the bonfires are being built. It is time to sow what you planted. To begin you can dress a candle and focus on a fresh start to the new season, and lite it Jan 31st into Feb 1st. decorate your altar with a blue cloth, representing of fresh energy. Herbs like rosemary, basil, frankincense, and lavender. Decorate with fresh or dried flowers like violet, heather, chamomile, angelica and calendula. Crystals like:

Onyx- a stone of hope, new beginning, increase regeneration, healing spells, balancing to the mind and body, grounding and focusing your attention, giving strength and stamina, willpower, self-mastery, discipline, reason, inner strength, enhancing spiritual vision, enhancing dream experiences, stimulating the psychic senses

Serpentine- stone of independence, rebirth and action, control over our life, aids in meditation, enhances spiritual exploration, stimulates crown chakra, accessing spiritual history of the earth and nature, connecting with nature, awakening the kundalini, soothing the emotional body

Bloodstone- stone of fertility, growth, promotes closure, promotes healing during emotional situations, rejuvenation, endurance, protection, confidence, instills courage, strength, courage, purification, vitality, grounds you, stone of noble sacrifice, support during adversity

I've embraced what I am. I know who I belong to. I don't live in denial as to what resides within me. I am a slave to the Dark. She gives me pleasure. I am addicted to what she so freely gives me. I offer my body to her on the alter of my Mother and she rewards me with pleasure. My orgasmic enlightenment draws me into her and I become the very juices which flow from the walls of my essence. Channeling the Goddess.

They call us whores because they are weak. I rule. I stand in the room with 4 men naked and they bow to me as they ravish me all at once. They worship my Mother. They release their seeds into the dark temple as an offering to Her. I am what they crave. It is not love. It is an animalistic lust that only my Mother can satisfy. The Darkness reigns. She empowers Her daughters and makes them strong. We sacrifice our shells to pleasure and in return we reign in power. Embrace the Dark. Honor your Mother.

I am a Daughter of the Dark. She opened me completely and used me as a vessel for her twisted lust and I loved it. I am bound to my Birth Mother and she fills my soul with such an insatiable appetite for pleasure that I cannot ever experience total satisfaction from life unless She is using me.

QUEER

 they say it’s because

I was sexually assaulted

at 13

in my own bed

facing the wall.

  they forget

before when

I was caught

kissing girls

alone in my room

or at sleep overs

helping

friends

out

practicing for others.

  they say it’s because

I was raped

by a boyfriend

as an adult

and I now

deal with PTSD.

  though

the legitimacy

of that claim

is questioned

by all

who know

I’d been drinking

heavily

that night

despite

the fact

that after blacking out

I woke up

to my body

being fucked

and I tried

to stumble away

crawling naked

to my car

but he opened

the door

and pulled me back out

by my legs

before I blacked out

again.

Two years

passed

before memories

came

flashing

back.

  sometimes they say

that I’m not gay

at all

“oh please

you’re just about as gay as...!”

because I still

enjoy

sex

with some men

various and sundry

types and sizes

achieving

vaginal orgasms

and really

any kind of

orgasms…

  they ignore

the fact

that I like it all

just about all

all kind of people

all kinds of bodies

all kinds of genitalia

and identifications

because I eat sex

like others

eat

thanksgiving dinner

  and that’s not even why

I’m QUEER.

  It’s something

you always know

about yourself,

deep down

when you are alone in a group of people

or with a group of people when you are alone:

you are human

you are queer

like every

body

else