I have been a spiritless witch at the beginning, years ago, only including deities in my practice. It felt... Empty. Lonely. Not right, too. Now I can't believe in a life without spirits. They make my witchcraft whole.

Lord of Cattle

"Ever since I was a little boy, I knew that I was a witch.

I delighted in the night time forest, where others feared to tread.

I saw the gods in the stones, the storm, and the trees; spirits talked to me on the wind.

In my innermost silence, I knew myself as nothing more than an emanation of the Divine. An illusion of temporary form, soon to vanish back into the ether.

That I was alive, incarnated at all, was the deepest wonder.

I felt a sacredness in nature and all life, and I wondered why those around me did not feel the same. Something seemed to have set me apart from the rest.

This was not a sense of ego or superiority, it was an alien sense, that I was somehow here but did not belong. That I was this creature, this wild thing, that had no business in the civilized world.

I had an inner knowing of things that others did not possess. I felt strange pulls that guided me and directed my life. And I sometimes watched the world change according to my will.

As time went on, I grew bitter and resentful of this world. At every turn people denied my autonomy and there was always something or someone waiting to stifle my liberation. I felt I was in a cage with blind, hate filled monsters, always gnashing and gnawing at my spirit. The world was not built for people like me. Everything about me was against their rules and standards, and I was always the monster in their stories. So I hardened my heart to protect myself, I hated in bid to shield myself from that pain.

Still more time, and I learned that I am a being in an imperfect world. Not the world of nature, but the world of man. I learned to heal and love again. A fire kindled in me, one that can only be born from suffering. This fierce unyielding compassion, and a desire to fight for myself and others like me, no matter the cost. This flame roused in me my greatest power, this fire that had always been my god. It guided me, directed me, and it lives in me still. That potency of a soul unbound by the limits of human conditioning.

I was a boy when I succumbed to the power of the witch. That presence which I knew myself to be, even without the words for it. Now I have the words, so I am writing this for myself and anyone who had an experience like me. The path of the witch is not for everyone, but what a sacred path it is to walk. We are blessed despite everything, and the world needs our healing. Always honor and remember your connection to source, that eternal and cosmic fire of the witch."

~ Starboy: Witchfire ❤️‍🔥

In an effort to share more about my Tradition and our practices, here is a short write-up about the deities found within our Craft. Note that this is by no means all-encompassing, and these beings hold many more Mysteries than I can describe in a Tumblr post.

I shall meet you. I shall meet you.

I shall meet you in the Burrow with all the pretty faces.

I shall meet you in the Burrow where Fox and Swallow laugh together. With all the feathers, the wild eyes, the hair and rabbits too. I shall meet you there.

I shall meet you in the Burrow. We will go together and look as one. We will go together to the Burrow to listen and learn. To share in kind, our thoughts and theories, our passions and products. We shall meet amongst the throng, when we meet in the Burrow.

When we meet in the Burrow, we will smile and share drinks. Where the song moves our feet. Where we dance the night away.

When we meet in the Burrow, we will share magic and alignment. We will share ceremony and ritual, with evocations readily on our tongues. Where every movement is sacred and our souls are reflected in our clothing. I shall meet you in the Burrow.

I shall meet you where the barrier between animal and human fade. Where the food and wine flow abundant. Where all dance on spirals that echo the universe and the stars shine brilliantly from all directions. I shall meet you in the Burrow.

I shall meet you there where the doors open at the midnight hour and we are drawn to the fire. Where the shadows pull away our last bits of humanity and the light sparks our blood to rise. When our feet graze the earth and we jump into the sky. When we become one with the stars. I shall meet you in the Burrow.