He Stands in Circle: The Sacred Return of the Witch King

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There was a time when he stood beside us — not behind us, not in front of us — but beside us. Staff in hand. Heart raw. Power earned, not performed. We called him Priest, King, Guardian, Gatekeeper. And then one day… we stopped calling him at all.

Somewhere in the neon fog of pop spirituality, he was lost — either demonized as the oppressor or dismissed as irrelevant. Male witches became the punchline of online discourse or the silent extras in goddess-drenched rituals that forgot what duality means. We swung so hard toward feminine reclamation (and rightly so) that we forgot real magic holds both flame and forge.

But hear me now: he’s returning.

Not as a patriarch. Not as a savior.
But as a servant of the sacred. As a man who knows his place in the circle is not above or below, but woven within.



🔥 The Witch King Isn’t a Fantasy — He’s the One Who Stayed Silent

He’s the one who learned the rites without demanding a throne.
He’s the one who passed the blade when the ritual called for the chalice.
He’s the one who stood guard at the circle’s edge while others danced, not because he was excluded — but because he was holding space.

He’s the man who’s been doing the work — not hashtagging it.
He’s studied, listened, healed, and bled — often in private — because the community told him he wasn’t needed. That his presence was problematic. That magic was for the divine feminine and he should sit quietly in the back of the class or leave.

And yet… he stayed.

🗝️ We Need Him. And He’s Already Here.

We need the Witch King to return.
Not to rule. To remember.

To walk beside the Crone and the Maiden, the Priestess and the Prophet.
To carry the stories of the God who dies and is reborn, the Lover who guards the Gate, the Horned One who knows death and ecstasy.

We need grounded men in our traditions again:

  • Not trying to be the High Priest of everything (along with High Priestesses of the same vision.)

  • Not hijacking circles with wounded ego

  • But rooted in service, in spirit, in stillness and storm

🕯️ A Note to the Men Reading This

If you're a man walking the crooked path:
We see you. We need you. Don’t shrink. Don’t vanish. Don’t apologize for standing in circle.

You don’t need to cosplay softness or invent a false femininity to belong. Your power is not toxic when it is accountable, when it is ancestral, when it is offered.

Stand tall. Speak spells. Swing the damn staff.

We remember you now.
And it’s time others did, too.

And for crying out loud, come on. Shoot me  message. I want to know you're still out there. 

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