WITCHES & WEAVERS, PUNKS & HEALERS
When you come in, it is like the wave of adrenaline that seizes the body when that mix of fear and divine pride readies for a fight. There is both the delicious flow of something fluid and immersive, but also the weight in the gut of something certain and violent.
False humility, one that doesn't acknowledge, with deep reverence, the command of energy leads to the shadowy manipulator. There are many out there right now. These weaklings masquerading as warriors. These cowards circling the ring, none with the mettle to get in.
There is a stirring in the air, a haunting old memory coming back into consciousness. An old evil that has been waiting to show its face. Now, taking chances, popping its head above the parapet. Paralyzing so many who weren't conscious that these fevered ghouls were simply laying in wait for the era of dissolution.
So you, oh mystic brother and sister, the veil has not only dropped now - it is being torn from our eyes. There, in the shimmer between worlds, now comes in a song that sings of the Kali Yuga, of the gates that now have to be manned, the compounds to be warded, and the call to arms for the King, the Warrior, the Magician, and the Lover.
All being called into holding the line.
Speak not simply words of casting and weaving. Let words now hold the weight of spells and the hands move with the power of sigils. Ma Kali, show me what my gifts now have to be put to in service of the collective. In service of keeping these pillaging souls and spirits back out there in the barren wastelands. Because they seek to breach the thresholds.
Stay the watch, gather and sing, and keep stirring the cauldron with protective words and ministrations. All there is left to do is be in presence now for all those that need it. The wheel of life will take care of the scoundrels.
Be humble, but carry no false humility about your power. Acknowledge and wield it through the heart, in service to those you call to the edge of the circle of fire. And in the dark - watch for those that are coming. Those who harbor intentions of casting it all into the gnashing of teeth and darkness.
Be furious. Be like the mother wolf who tears apart those who mean her children harm. Move like one who will slay all in her path and slake her thirst with their blood.
For now is the time of witches and weavers, of punks and healers.
This too shall pass. But not one of these ghouls will cross the threshold.
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