Cuntfessions of a s.Witch -

I wake up and glance at my clock. It’s 5:34 am and I’ve woken up at this EXACT time for the last 4 days. I want to fall back asleep but there’s a life moving through my body. Instead I get up and begin to froth the raw milk I got from a local farm.

I sigh as I pick up my grimoire. I use this as a combination of my magical workings and a personal journal. Whenever I feel called, I reach for it. It’s been a few months since I’ve reached for it and the hand-bound and painted cover feels foreign in my hands. I open to a page that is stuffed with a pen and a few scraps of paper. The scraps have no meaning to my brain currently, but I shove them back into the grimoire for future me to decipher. On the page is written one phrase:

“Positions of Power”

I sit and with my coffee as I let the essence of this phrase vibrate through me. I take a deep sigh with my coffee as I open to my prophetic sight. This is the first step of my creation process for East Coast Tantra Festival: I begin to journey forward in time and see the familiar venue in the woods of western Massachusetts. I begin to see the familliar faces of my tribe and community and the hazy essence of people that I’ve yet to meet. I take a breath, noticing how disconnected I am from my body. At one time, I might have panicked and called myself back to presence with some movement and sounding but I’ve practiced this type of visioning enough to allow my fear to subside as I breathe and deepen into the space between worlds.