Burnt Sage & Blunt Truths

 There’s a strange thing happening in modern witchcraft — and it’s louder every season. People want the look of the craft, but not the labor. They want the velvet cloak, not the lineage. The smoke, not the spirit. They’ll burn sage but never ask whose bones that smoke came through. They’ll light candles on their marble altar but won’t light a candle for the ancestors who bled for their existence. They’ll talk about “manifestation” and “intentions” but go blank when you mention offerings, reciprocity, or the price of real work. It’s easier to make witchcraft look pretty than it is to make it mean something. And that’s the difference between aesthetic and ancestry . ✴ The Performance vs. the Path Aesthetic witchcraft is performative. It thrives on visibility. Pretty pictures, curated altars, color-coordinated candles — all arranged for approval, not power. Lineage witchcraft, on the other hand, is invisible by design. It happens in the dark, in the kitchen, in the back garden...

Paganism and Witchcraft has become a very diverse world, where individual tastes, preferences, and beliefs vary greatly. Just the other day I was talking with someone and honestly, I was bashing someone’s belief system. Because to me it seemed too, “fluffy” and because she kept referring to herself as a “baby witch” which as you know grates on my ever-loving last nerve. But there I was, bashing someone for their beliefs. I thought about it on the drive home. Wow. Had I become so jaded that I wasn’t willing to even think another’s beliefs were valid? So, I messaged her. Talked to her for a while about her beliefs and about my beliefs. Found out that her belief system came from TIKTOK! She’d had trouble finding anyone to talk to or to mentor her! So we discussed what that looked and felt like for her. I finally felt like I had dug deep enough, I reached out to another friend who might fit her as a mentor and wham! A friendship was cultivated, a mentor was found and maybe some good in...

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No one ever thanks the ones who show up after the cameras leave and stay for YEARS because of the endless ribbons of red tape. The ones knee-deep in the mud, sorting through paperwork and grief, trying to stitch lives back together with duct tape and policy. They don’t see the sleepless nights. They don’t see the men and women who drive into disaster zones knowing full well that whatever they do, it will never be enough for the headlines, or the politicians, or the public who want miracles on a budget built for breadcrumbs. They don't see the men and women who sleep on the floors of schools and who live off of protein bars and bottled water, while not being able to shower or charge their phones because this work calls to them.  They see the logo. The one that EVERYONE likes to scream at and demonize.  And when the system fails, they throw stones at the logo — not the ones buried under it, trying to push broken machinery uphill. When that doesn't work, they start taking ver...

  🐾 The Crat Messenger of Mischief, Patron of Petty Revenge, and Devourer of Cheetos Classification: Familiar Spirit / Lesser Trickster Entity Elemental Alignment: Shadow & Smoke Phase Association: New Moon Offerings: Cheetos (crunchy preferred), warm spots on furniture, and the occasional sip of spilled coffee. Will commit utter mayhem and keep you out of it for chocolate and the occasional nip at your creepy uncle's ankles.  🖤 Description The Crat appears as a small, shadowy creature with feline grace and goblin wit. Its fur flickers between solid black and smoke, and its eyes gleam like dying embers or—depending on its mood—neon orange crumbs. It moves with a swagger of someone who knows it can get away with anything. Though often mistaken for a stray cat or an afterimage in candlelight, those who listen closely can hear it muttering sarcasm under its breath, often directed at whoever just invoked it. 🐾 Sevi, the Upstairs Agitator Personal Familiar of D...

  A Teaching Burn by the Witch Who Knows Money Isn’t the Enemy Somewhere between the incense stick and the self-help shelf, we let a lie slip into our culture: that poverty equals purity. That the “real” witch lives in a shack, eats lentils, and trades candle magic for groceries. That wealth somehow means you sold out. Let’s stop that nonsense right here. 🕯️ 1. The Broke Pagan Stereotype It started with good intentions: reject greed, honor simplicity, live close to the land. But what was once humility turned into a curse of smallness . Too many of us were taught that if we charge for readings, sell spell oils, or make a living off our craft, we’re “commercializing the sacred.” Meanwhile, the rent doesn’t pay itself, the herbs don’t harvest themselves, and the same people who cry “spiritual integrity!” are getting their astrology from TikTok influencers with brand deals. You can’t pour from an empty chalice, sweetheart. And you can’t help your community if you can’t aff...

  A Teaching Burn by the Witch Who Knows the Gods Speak in Frequency Every so often, I see someone on TikTok talking about “vibrations” like they’re trying to sell me a crystal and a bad EDM playlist. But here’s the thing—vibration is real. It’s literal. It moves through bone and blood and brain, whether you believe in it or not. And sometimes, when the frequency is low enough, it messes with you in ways you can’t even hear. Let’s talk about infrasound —specifically 19 Hz , the ghost frequency. ⚡ 1. What It Is Infrasound means sound below the range of human hearing—anything under about 20 hertz. You don’t hear it; you feel it.* At around 19 Hz , weird things start happening: The eyeballs resonate. You see shimmers, shadows, shapes that aren’t there. The inner ear tilts off balance—dizziness, nausea, unease. The nervous system fires up a primitive panic response: dread, anxiety, gooseflesh, heart racing. All this, and your ears never register a thing. Resear...