Things are not okay. The world is not okay. I’m not okay. We need to stop pretending everything is peachy fucking keen while our heads are buried in the proverbial sand.
Everything is “off”, call it planetary retrograde, call it karmic repercussions, even call it bad vibes- whatever. But we can no longer deny that something isn’t right. The Earth is crying and calling out in anger, can you hear her?
It’s a strange, forbearing, doom feeling. Starting in the pit of your stomach it is blossoming to damn near panic levels and slowly crushing your soul. Much like what kudzu does to my beloved South.
“The apocalypse is near,” shouts the crazed street corner preacher. But, what if he’s right? We cannot doubt that the events of late are ordinary. No, it’s a prelude to something darker yet to come. The first trumpets blowing if you will.
Byron Ballard calls this “Tower Time”, inspired by the Tower card of the Tarot. I ask can anything be more fitting? The infamous Tower of Babal- soaring high to heaven only to be struck down in wrath. Picture the imagery on the Tower card, particularly of the Rider-Waite style. Chaos. Chaos and lightening, and people falling.
Quit the unsettling scene, no?
Currently Hurricane Irma is beating down on Florida as it moves slowly northward, leaving a trail of devastation in it’s wake. The literal Florida line is less that a mile from my home, but thankfully, we are only experiencing some gusty winds and the occasional band of rain. Thousands of evacuees have made their way into my little town and surrounding communities. Tired and hard worn faces, clutching to a few possessions they were able to cram into the back of a car or RV, the same forbearing thought weighing heavy on their minds and the gut-wrenching thought that they may not have a home to return to. It’s enough to send shivers down your spine.
This scene is not new or unique here, it is the same all across the county. Houston is still recovering from the devastation of Harvey, we are battling Irma, and the West Coast is on fire. Internationally the scene is eerily familiar; earthquakes, catastrophic fires, and more storms.
With every year that passes the storms become bigger and stronger, the fires more uncontrollable and the flood waters higher and swifter. But climate change global warming isn’t real? *insert eye roll*
“It’s all blood and roses from here on in. As witches, we should prepare to fly on the wings of the storm.”
-Peter Grey, Apocalyptic Witchcraft
I realize that the title of this post may shock, offend, or make some uncomfortable, but it should. This is not a time to keep silent- you should be angry, you should be shocked and you should be pissed off. We need to let our voices be heard, to make waves, bang pots loudly, scream! Do not be meek and mild my dear. Rage.
We can no longer sit by idly my darlings. Complacency has no welcome here. We must stand up, let our voices be heard, and hold those who have poisoned our Mother accountable for their crimes. And that includes ourselves, we are all to blame, no one is excusable. We must enact stricter environmental laws, elect officials who give a shit about the planet, institute cleaner energy systems, and fucking stop killing our home. Saturn retrograde makes you own your shit- and this is exactly what we need to start doing.
As Witches we have the power to heal, curse, maim or kill and to protect. We should be using our magic to heal the Mother, using our magic to protect our Mother, using our magic to hold the corrupt accountable and that swift justice be served. We must use our magic to help humanity spiritually evolve and usher in a new age of enlightenment. Lay protection work around yourself, you family and friends, and your home and lay it well. Make protective talismans to wear and even for your car. Petition the goddess for advice and guidance. Apologize to the Earth.
We must be diligent and act fast in our actions. We have no time to waste. Mount your brooms dear ones and charge!
In Aradia, Gospel of the Witches we are charged by the goddess Diana through her daughter Aradia to rise up against our oppressors. There is a movement happening via social media by several big name pagans using the hashtag #wearearadia to bring justice to oppressed and to punish the wicked. Read the first two chapters or Aradia and perform the ritual in Chapter 2 every full moon either solitary or with your group or coven. The ritual is designed to free the people from the chains of oppression and to make gone those would oppress us.
“And thou shalt be the first of witches known;
And thou shalt be the first of all i’ the world;”
But is it too late? Have we pushed our planet to the point of no return with our greed and love of exploitation? Time will certainly tell, but it will be sooner than later I fear.
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