🔥 The Torchbearers: A Call to the Witches Who Stayed

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This isn’t for the trend-chasers.
This isn’t for the moon-phase influencers, the aesthetic covens, or the ones who skimmed a Llewellyn book and declared themselves a High Priestess on Tuesday.

This is for the ones who stayed.

The witches who ran public rituals and built community spaces on shoestring budgets.
The ones who got their degrees in theology, anthropology, history—anything to understand the bones of what we do.
The ones who studied by candlelight, held circles in basements and backyards, and never once filmed themselves doing it for clout.

You know who you are.

You’ve been looked down on for not dressing the part.
For stepping outside in jeans and a t-shirt instead of flowing robes and Instagram filters.
For walking through metaphysical shops and not needing to announce your power—because it lives in your bones.



You’ve had fifteen-year-olds talk over you on social media, dismissing your decades of practice because they watched a tarot video or learned about shadow work last Thursday.
You’ve been told you’re “too intense,” “too serious,” “too much.”

But here's the thing:

We didn’t build this path to be admired.
We built it because the spirits called.
Because the land remembered us.
Because witchcraft is a lived practice, not a brand.

What We’re Building

This is a call to the Torchbearers.

To the ones who have held the line when the magic was inconvenient.
To the ones who’ve done the grief work, the ancestor work, the real shadow work.
To the ones who didn’t quit when their teachers died, their covens fell apart, or their gods went quiet.

We're not building a new religion.
We’re not trying to be inclusive to the point of meaninglessness.
We’re not centering our practice around what’s safe, sanitized, or easy to market.

We’re weaving a new-old web.
Of connection.
Of resilience.
Of respect.

What This Is Not

  • It is not for those who think witchcraft is a vibe.

  • It is not for those who refuse to learn from history or lineage.

  • It is not for those who treat sacred practice like it’s disposable.

  • It is not for those who weaponize “love and light” to avoid doing the work.

This isn’t found in TikTok videos or crystal subscription boxes.
This is found in the margins of secondhand books.
In the laughter of tired priestesses who remember when we had to fight for a booth at Pride.
In the stories passed over coffee after closing circle.

This is a reclaiming.
This is a remembering.

And we’re just getting started.

What Comes Next?

We’re starting small. Quiet. Intentionally.

  • A place to share stories and scars.

  • A call for those ready to light the next fire.

  • A network not of followers, but equals.

We don’t need a platform. We need a hearth.
And if you’re still reading this and nodding through your teeth?

Then welcome home, Torchbearer.



We see you.
We’ve been waiting.
And you were never alone.

✉️ Want in? Drop a comment. Light a candle. Tell the bones you’re listening. Or, how about really retro? email me at burntsageandblunttruths@gmail.com   

This space wasn’t built for ego, drama, or spiritual tourism.
It’s not a clubhouse for performative witches or a debate stage for contrarians.

This is for the ones who’ve done the work. Who show up with respect, curiosity, and a willingness to listen as much as they speak.

Come with clear intent and open hands—or don’t come at all.

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