The Grey Swamp Hag
I recently (last night) changed my Instagram handle.
And, to keep consistent, I've updated my blog, too!
Why?I no longer feel "at home" as a heccinchonkosaurus. This body is capable of so much more than pointing at itself and saying, "Hey, see this? See how chonky I am?"
What it can do, is stare directly into your soul and whisper, "Will it be a blessing, or a curse for you, today?"
I never was a good "love and light" witch. Please understand; there is plenty of love and light in me and my practice; but there cannot only be light. I have always been drawn to what is kept in shadow.
I never was a good "love and light" witch. Please understand; there is plenty of love and light in me and my practice; but there cannot only be light. I have always been drawn to what is kept in shadow.
I am a "grey" witch. I work with both light and dark. White and black. Blessing and curse.
The rule of three is not part of my practice; the Gardnerian Wiccans can keep that. I don't like Gerald Gardner; but that's a whole other conversation.
For that matter, I'm not a fan of Aleister Crowley, either. He was just...awful. I will make a note to further discuss these two twits in a future installment...the stories are entertaining, and the truths are just infuriating.
For that matter, I'm not a fan of Aleister Crowley, either. He was just...awful. I will make a note to further discuss these two twits in a future installment...the stories are entertaining, and the truths are just infuriating.
I don't follow a path. I don't ascribe to any particular tradition. My genetic ancestry is Gypsy; my cultural ancestry is that of women with metaphysical gifts who either repressed them, ignored them, or allowed them to manifest into anxiety disorders due to varying degrees of inherent Catholicism (thanks, patriarchy).
I refuse to let my power suffocate in a vacuum of patriarchal doctrine.
I aspire to be that witch who lives near the bog..."The Swamp Hag". 
I want to be accompanied by the crows and the owls.

To have long grey hair, down to my knees.
To divine using bones and cards.
To ever pay tribute to Santa Muerte; for Holy Death looks after us all.
To be a daughter of Lilith; a student of the Moon.
To divine using bones and cards.
To ever pay tribute to Santa Muerte; for Holy Death looks after us all.
To be a daughter of Lilith; a student of the Moon.
And so, whether I am wise, wonderous, or wicked, is completely up to the individual who is seeking my assistance. In truth, am all of these, all at once.
Are you wanting to know what awaits you? Do you need a spell? Do you want to learn about witchcraft? Would you like to hear about angels and demons?
Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
Hail yourselves,
S
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