40-something geek. Formerly Mormon, briefly evangelical, now ten+ years deep into tearing it all down and building something sharper in its place. These days I practice witchcraft and demonolatry, which, depending on who you ask, is either spiritual growth or a very committed villain arc.
* Anti-Nazi
* Anti-fascist
* Anti-capitalist
* Pro-choice
* Pro civil rights
* Black Lives Matter
* LGBTQIA+ ally
* Pro–pineapple on pizza (I said what I said)
Welcome to my nightmare. Stay awhile… you might like it here.
DMs are always open for discussing all things witchy, demonic, or anything else for that matter.
Here are some key points we should all note when dealing with other witches.
Their path is not your path, don’t act like it is.
Don’t demand or feel entitled to others’ knowledge. Do your own research first before asking.
Don’t bash other witches paths. You don’t agree with what they follow? Don’t follow that path yourself.
We’ve all dealt with spells backfiring or not working, don’t sit there and make someone feel like crap because their spell didn’t work.
Don’t bash other witches because you disagree with their morals behind certain spellwork. They want to hex someone? Unless they’re hexing you, leave them to it.
Don’t bash witches who practice “dark” magic, there’s light and dark in everything. It’s all about balance.
Most of all, be helpful, courteous and friendly. We’re all going through this path together and we’re all brothers and sisters of the craft who need friends alike.
You know, I never understood this shit. And I know so many witches who started in witchcraft through wicca. Thank fuck I escaped that perfumed trap. I started normal. I started in sweat, in silence, in the stench of wet earth after a storm that ripped out telephone poles. I started tasting iron in my mouth without having bitten anything.
Wicca is extremely romanticized. Overseas, in the US and Europe, it's a monster of an audience. An empire of pink candles and incense. And I ask myself: does no one see the structural stupidity of being Wiccan? — "Oh, but you're being religiously intolerant". I don't give a fuck.
Witchcraft was never about religion. Witchcraft is philosophy. Witchcraft is the pure, brutal, irreducible state of nature in its primordial form, the one that devours its young, that rots fruit on the branch, that makes the river rise and take houses without asking permission.
Wicca is the religion of false witches. Spoiled little brats. Elitists. People who are afraid of dirt, afraid of darkness, afraid of their own navel when it starts to smell like rot. Wicca is a religion created by a white man, gerald gardner, an English gentleman in a suit and tie who decided to wrap the shadow in bubble wrap and sell it as spiritual self-help. He took a philosophy that was always wild, instinctive, deeply feminine and marginal and turned it into a New Age system for good little girls who ask the moon for permission.
Worse: he smuggled in parts of christianity. Threefold law. "An it harm none, do what ye will". "What you send out comes back three times". Fuck, that's Calvin in a flowy skirt and a gilded athame. That's not witchcraft. That's Christianity with a lavender spritz.
Witchcraft isn't that cute little movie thing with a sepia filter and cheap empowerment dialogue. Witchcraft belongs to the outcasts. Witchcraft isn't for rich people who can't handle a single day with that energy inside their heads, because that energy gnaws on your teeth, clings to your nightmares, speaks in languages they didn't teach you in college.
Witchcraft is dark because nature is dark. Nature is intense. Nature is pain. Nature is blood giving birth, it's a carcass rotting, it's fungus growing inside the eye of a dead deer. And all of it is sacred, not despite the rot, but because of it.
Wicca is the opposite. Wicca taints everything with talk of light, of evolution, of peace. Wicca takes the abyss and puts a crocheted curtain in front of it. And calls it a temple.
I don't want a temple. I want the open sewer. I want to shove my hand into the sludge, feel the worms squirming between my fingers, and discover that there, in that wet, pulsing filth, there is also divinity.
Witchcraft doesn't need your purity. It needs your courage to stink.
A wicca é uma merda - PT BR
Sabe, eu nunca entendi essa porra. E olha que conheço bruxo pra caralho que começou na bruxaria pela wicca. Ainda bem que eu escapei dessa armadilha perfumada. Eu comecei normal. Comecei no suor, no silêncio, no fedor da terra molhada depois de uma tempestade que arrancou poste. Comecei sentindo o gosto de ferro na boca sem ter mordido nada.
A wicca é extremamente romantizada. Lá fora, na gringa, ela é um monstro de audiência. Um império de vela rosa e incenso. E eu me pergunto: será que ninguém enxerga a burrice estrutural de ser wiccano? — "Ah, mas você tá sendo intolerante religioso". Que se foda.
Bruxaria nunca foi sobre religião. Bruxaria é filosofia. Bruxaria é o estado puro, brutal, irredutível da natureza em sua forma primordial, aquela que devora filhote, que apodrece fruta no pé, que faz o rio subir e levar casas sem pedir licença.
Wicca é a religião dos falsos bruxos. Mimadinhos. Elitistas. Gente que tem medo da sujeira, medo da escuridão, medo do próprio umbigo quando ele começa a feder podre. Wicca é uma religião criada por um homem branco, gerald gardner, um senhor inglês de terno e gravata que resolveu embalar a sombra em plástico bolha e vender como autoajuda espiritual. Ele pegou uma filosofia que sempre foi selvagem, instintiva, profundamente feminina e marginal e transformou num sistema new age de mocinha que pede permissão pra lua.
Pior: ele entrou com partes do cristianismo de contrabando. Três vezes três. "Seja feliz e não prejudique ninguém". "O que você faz volta triplicado". Porra, isso é Calvino com saia rodada e athame dourado. Isso não é bruxaria. Isso é cristianismo com cheirinho de lavanda.
Bruxaria não é essa coisinha bonitinha de filme da disney com filtro sépia e diálogo de empoderamento barato. Bruxaria é dos marginais. Bruxaria não é de gente riquinha que não aguenta um dia com essa energia dentro da cabeça, porque essa energia rói os dentes, gruda nos pesadelos, fala em línguas que não aprenderam na faculdade.
Bruxaria é sombria porque a natureza é sombria. A natureza é intensa. A natureza é dor. A natureza é sangue parindo, é carcaça apodrecendo, é fungo nascendo dentro do olho de um veado morto. E tudo isso é sagrado, não apesar da podridão, mas por causa dela.
Wicca é o oposto. Wicca suja tudo com discurso de luz, de evolução, de paz. Wicca pega o abismo e coloca uma cortina de crochê na frente. E chama de templo.
Eu não quero templo. Eu quero o esgoto aberto. Quero enfiar a mão no lodo, sentir os vermes se contorcendo entre os meus dedos, e descobrir que ali, naquela nojeira úmida e pulsante também tem divindade.
Bruxaria não precisa da sua pureza. Ela precisa da sua coragem de feder.
*None of these songs are mine, and this playlist is based on my personal musical tastes and what I find fits the mood of this playlists theme. This playlist is likely to change or grow over time, so it’s by no means completed.
