I call on you.
This is it.
The witchy season has come.
No more hiding.
Together, we can rise.
Together, we can change.
Together, we can shift.
Ourselves.
And the world.
But I can feel your fear.
I can feel your pain.
Your wounded heart is still crying.
You were tortured
because of speaking your truth,
because of stepping into your power,
because of who you are.
You were burnt
because others feared your magick.
They were terrified of you.
Terrified that you would claim
your rightful place in the world,
Terrified that your rage
would burn down their cages.
Terrified that your love
would shift their world.
They implanted their fear
into you.
Into us.
They’ve made us believe
that we are the problem.
They’ve made us believe
that speaking our truth should be punished.
They’ve made us believe
that we shouldn’t claim our magick.
We’ve been burning for centuries,
trapped in cages built by weak men.
This stops now, dear witch.
The season of the witch has come.
Our time has come.
We need to step through the fire
to break the cages,
to turn our old selves into ashes.
So, our true selves can unfold.
Are you brave enough
to step through the fire with me?
Are you willing to burn?
Willing to purge your corrupted soul?
Again.
And again.
Purging. Burning.
Until your heart is free again.
Until your magick runs wild again.
Until you’ve relearned your craft.
This is it.
The witchy season has come.
Step into your power, wild one.
Own it.
Sincerely,
Your witch sister who steps with you through the fire.
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