IndigoWytches

I see my practical magick coming through in writing and vision. I have this desire to peel back the layers of the universe to reveal the awe and power within us as co-creators. But I want magick to touch a world soul as well. This is what I see in the nebula of the Universe:              A great Goddess looms in the universe - the mountains are her skirt. Her arms stretch forth forward and backward in time. She defiantly sets a determined course. Her face emits the glow of heat. She is more powerful than the forces that darken around her edges. A smattering of blue breaks through as hope's light. All the colors play with each other as acts of willful creation. She is pattern and heat mixed with dirt and steam. She is embodied, fully present, and not to be messed with. She will not be stopped or controlled, handled or suppressed. Her light bursts through centuries of decay - she is purpose - not lofty or heady, but healing. ...

I am a WYTCH As I enter this space with you tonight…I am reminded of a song by Eartha Kitt called: I want to be Evil I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer And I'm the person to whom they say, "You're sweet, my dear, " The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass And the closest I've been to a bar is at ballet class Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks it's level I want to go to the devil This message resonates with not only with my personal journey, but also to the stereotypes of witch as evil or of the devil…so why in the world would I want to go there? Alice Walker’s In Search of Our Mother’s Garden writes about the wil...

Indigo Visions I often experience what I call indigo visions. They happen in between my sleep and wake state like liminal spaces between worlds. In the past they would jerk me awake over and over again with a sense of impending doom and leave me sleepless at night. For years I tried to medicate these away to no avail. Later in life, after exhausting myself in over achieving, I decided to lean into the doom, like peeping through a hole in the floor to the darkness below. I could feel some truth lay just beyond the panic, but my reach was encircled by such fear that it would not let my body remember. This chasm of trauma, fire, and loss seemed too deep to process, but as I shed layers of loss through long years of therapy and change, I was able to stretch time and lean into these spaces where truly magical insight began to happen. One evening in particular I remember the swirling colors in my mind and being enwrapped in indigo light. As I leaned into this vision the indigo tur...