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They asked some deep questions spoke my truth. So here’s a little excerpt:
What did suffering teach you that success never could?
Suffering taught me that silence is dangerous. That unspoken stories become ghosts that live in the body until you set them free. Success gave me recognition, platforms, even a certain authority, but it never forced me to confront myself. Pain did. The seasons where I felt most broken were the ones that taught me how to listen more closely, how to shape grief into something useful, how to write with blood instead of ink.
Those years demanded a different kind of honesty, the kind you don’t polish for applause. They stripped away the performance of strength and forced me into a practice of survival that became its own kind of artistry. I learned to carry pain without letting it drown me, to turn sleepless nights into paragraphs, to find ritual in the act of returning to the page. That discipline, born in the darkest seasons, is what has kept me writing now.
Again, that alchemy… turning what could destroy you into art—is at the heart of my book. It’s what I hope readers will feel: that their own wounds can become a map, not a prison.
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Ch 2. "Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am." A raw coming-of-age in 1990s Miami, where loyalty blurred, desire lingered, and innocence cracked b
Ch 2. "Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am." A raw coming-of-age in 1990s Miami, where loyalty blurred, desire lingered, and innocence cracked b
About A Girl : CH 2 “Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am”
A coming-of-age story that’s equal parts grit and ache.
What began as curiosity, laughter, and the harmless chaos of our crew would soon slide into darker waters loyalty blurred, desire took over, and innocence cracked for good.
What I didn’t know then was how fast the lines would blur. Desire doesn’t stay harmless. It festers.
Trust slipped, innocence cracked, and the chaos we craved began to own us.
By the time the school year ended, the games had changed. The nights grew longer, the lies more intricate, and the boundaries that once felt sacred began to dissolve under the Miami heat.
Love was no longer tender, it was a weapon.
Every flirtation carried a cost, every secret a heartbeat waiting to explode.
This is where rebellion learned seduction. Where friendship turned into something hungrier.
Where the girl I was started becoming the woman I’d spend a lifetime trying to understand.
Every story like this has a point of no return.
An invisible line between danger and devotion, and once you cross it, there’s no walking back into the light untouched.
It wasn’t love yet, but it had the same pulse.
It wasn’t sin either, just the moment before you learn what sin costs.
We thought we were immortal, gods of our own recklessness, laughing under fluorescent lights and cheap beer halos.
But every joke had an echo.
Every thrill had teeth.
Miami shimmered with the illusion of freedom, but underneath the humidity and halogen, something darker stirred.
And it would come for all of us, one by one.
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#Repost @franceasca ・・・ “I have dedicated my lives To death and rebirth I have dedicated my life to transformation In this life I have walked with many to their transformation A shadow in their solitude In my years as a physician of flesh and spirit I have walked with many to and from their death To and from my death Many I have served Many I will serve I thank you all For the alchemy of my service The reflection thanks the mirror The cup thanks the water The moon thanks the night The day thanks the sun Salute to all your spirits” ~ @magisterdaire 📷 @you_askd . . . . #magisterdaire #quote #photoshoot #photography #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #childspose #yoga #magick #muse #lovemaker #divinefemine #sensual #alchemy #reflection #moon #moonwitch #transformation #gratitude #spiritual #ritual #death #rebirth #occult #elements #cosmos #romantic #lover
Chaos Sex Magick
The best magick is disruptive. Magick practice that rockets you out of your comfort zone and puts you into a liminal unknown where anything is permitted. To this, sexual techniques are ideal. Break taboos. Arouse reserves of emotional energy locked away in fear and shame. Physical strain, strange breathing patterns, and unusual sensation and physical reaction are all readily available to those that will.
Any successful magick must first break out of the mundane, your comfort zone. Stepping without fear into the unknown. Letting go of reality as you know it and opening up to possibilities normally impossible. This may be done calmly by breaking habits, sitting in unusual posture, holding your hands a certain way, saying words in a language you don’t know or speaking in glossolalia. Each unusual action performed with intent is a step away from the normal and into a space where the veil becomes thinner.
Sex is a potent domain for such action. Find what you are ashamed to explore and go there. Go to a sex shop and get toys. The best toys excite, they make you uncomfortable, “What if I were found with this?!” When you play, allow yourself to feel. Don’t keep yourself in an emotionally sterile place. Get dirty! Dress up for yourself. Learn some self bondage. Get sticky with lube. Imagine being seen in this way. Even better, find a forum and share images of yourself in this way.
This may all be done solo. This approach to sex magick does not require a partner and it is much better to work solo than work with a partner that does not help you feel safe to explore; safe when going to a place that feels unsafe.
The rich energy comes naturally. To make magick, simply add the encoding of intent.
In the practice I call “sigil swallowing”, suck cock with eyes fixed upon a sigil. Use a dildo suction cupped to a will and sigil taped to the wall. If working with a partner, draw the sigil upon their body. Oral sex of any type is excellent for attaining gnosis. Let your breathing be strained and your desire aroused.
Anal penetration conjures an emotional sensation that is indescribable to those that haven’t felt it. There is a pleasure and a submission to it. Mark your intent upon the penetrating toy or upon the body of a partner. Bring that into yourself and relax into the feeling.
We could go on, but the point is: explore. Sexual gnosis is potent and simply accessible. Develop your own practices and share!
SEX MAGICK IN TRADITIONAL WITCHCRAFT, BY SARRAH ANNE LAWLESS
Sex Magic in Traditional Witchcraft
We’ve all heard of sex magic, especially when related to Ceremonial Magic, Thelema and Tantra, but what about sex magic in Witchcraft and Traditional Witchcraft? The Great Rite within Wicca is well known, but seldom practiced today except symbolically with athame and chalice.
However its origins are quite ancient and can be found in the heiros gamos, the sacred marriage of a god and goddess within the Ancient Greek and Egyptian religions of which an initiated priest and priestess of the old gods would re-enact for elaborate ceremonies during certain festivals.
Our animistic ancestors believed that the earth was a fertile woman and the sky god her lover. When it rained, it was the god’s semen fertilizing the earth goddess. Worship of the phallus is found the world over, as is worship of the Sacred Whore.
Some scholars and witches argue the first act of sex magic was between Eve and the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Those old writers loved analogies. Some say the trickster god initiated Eve into the mysteries of knowledge, awareness and cunning by having sex with her.
And afterward it was no fruit, no fig she gave to Adam, but her “fig”, an ancient analogy for the female genitals as well as the act of intercourse still present today in the mano fico hand gesture. So the trickster god initiated Eve and then she initiated Adam into the mysteries for which they both got thrown out of the garden for “being too much like gods”.
The first cunning man and woman were the first man and woman. In etymology the proto-Germanic root word for Witchcraft – weik – from which wicce, wicca, wiccaecrafte and related sorcerous words stem from literally translates as “cunning and guile”.
This possibly explains the use of sexual initiation for certain traditions, especially within Medieval and modern traditional witchcraft. Sex is a way to connect with the Gods of both the Upper and Lower Worlds. There are accounts from the witch trials of women having sex with the devil himself to be initiated into a coven and into the mysteries – does this sounds so far removed from the story of Eve?
Uses
Sex magic has multiple uses within Witchcraft. It can be used as an offering for deity worship, for acting out the mysteries of the gods, to attain knowledge/ awareness /inspiration, to be initiated into a tradition or mystery, to raise energy for workings, to empower sexual fluids for magical uses, to conceive, to act as Sacred Whore, to empower a working or sigil, for healing, or for flying… I’m sure there are many more out there.
I have to add a note here about sex and initiation: it is never okay for one to tell a prospective initiate they have to have sex with them in order to be initiated or as a required part of the initiation rite. Even if a tradition does have a sexual initiation, there are always ways around having sex with the teacher/initiator. Respectful and mentally healthy members of a tradition will be sure to tell you the options. So many young people have lost their innocence to such manipulative creepy people who usually can’t have sex any other way than force. Never fall for it!
Methods
So here’s the dirty part, if you can’t handle graphic imagery and naughty words – suck it up and read it anyway! You’re a witch and sometimes we need to get dirty. As this article is solely about magical sex, I’ll be saving the magical uses of bodily fluids for another piece.
1. Evoke a god and goddess or deities, who are the same sexes as the lovers, into the partners during ritual and have sex during ritual essentially while possessed to reenact the sacred mystery and to empower a rite.
2. From folk magic – have sex outdoors on the ground to bless the earth to encourage its continued fertility. This was once practiced by farmers to ensure healthy crops at the spring festivals. So in modern times you could drag your lover outside for a wild romp in the garden or in the woods as an offering to the genius loci.
3. During an outdoor rite, have sex standing up against an old sacred tree so the energy you and your lover build up is sent forth up the trunk of the tree at the point of climax – to the otherworld, to the gods – either as offering or to blast out the power or your spell or working through orgasm and use of the tree as a conductor.
4. Have sex during a traditional witchcraft outdoor rite with the stang driven into the earth of the centre of the compass, using the stang to draw up energy from the earth or draw down power from the otherworld to empower and send forth your spell/working with the gathered energy at the point of climax.
5. For flying – use a flying ointment for magical masturbation or sex, but make sure it’s safe to use on your naughty bits as some of the traditional herbs can cause irritation and rashes — especially avoid putting datura, henbane and belladonna down there — mandrake (mandragora officinarum) is okay. One method, which works with both straight and male gay couples, would be to rub one partner’s cock with the flying ointment and then have sex during a rite, so you both may fly. If you’re a lesbian couple, there are always fingers and dildos.
6. Have sex in an outdoor location with land, sea and sky all present to invoke a deity, or to raise energy for a rite or working.
7. For initiation – to be given the initiation at the point of orgasm; secret wisdom or knowledge passed on during climax from the initiator to the initiate. This can be done in the privacy of indoors or outdoors during a rite – best in a place with land, sea and sky or where two rivers meet. Or at a crossroads to be initiated by the goat-horned black man himself.
8. For Rune and Sigil Magic – after having sex during ritual to empower the sexual fluids, they can be applied to runestaves and sigils to give “life” to the charm and empower/activate it. A man can masturbate and cum on the sigil or runestave to the same end, or the symbols can be drawn on the bodies of the lovers during ritual, so their orgasm empowers the symbols and the spell is released.
Pleasurable Reading:
Gods of Love & Ecstasy: The Traditions of Shiva and Dionysus by Alain Daniélou
Etheric Anatomy: The Three Selves & Astral Travel by Victor Anderson
Sacred Sexuality by A.T. Mann & Jane Lyle
Sacred Sexuality: The Erotic Spirit in the World’s Great
Religions by Georg Feuerstein
The Magical & Ritual Uses of Aphrodisiacs by Richard Alan Miller
The Sacred Fire: The Story of Sex in Religion by B.Z. Goldberg The Worship of Priapus by Richard Payne Knight
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To the City That Holds Its Own
💌 To the City That Holds Its Own A Love Letter to Los Angeles by Franceasca (Part 1) Full Essay On Blood Bone & Ghosts on Substack
Seventeen years ago, I arrived in Los Angeles with a suitcase full of vision and a spine made of borrowed stars. I didn’t know then how this city would become a spell I never stopped casting—how it would burn me down and build me back again. Over and over.
Los Angeles is not for the faint-hearted. She’s a cracked altar of contradictions: glitter in the gutters, holy water in liquor stores, prayer beads tangled with power lines. You don’t live here—you witness her. To belong to her without ever owning her. You surrender to the spectacle, the ache, the alchemy.
LA carved a new language into me. It offered the kind of space only a city this wild and sprawling could provide.
69. Franceasca Seiden // Sexual Alchemy, Sex & Blood Magick, Sound Baths…
Welcome to Blood, Bone & Ghosts.
If you’re new here—this isn’t a newsletter. It’s a ritual.
This space is for the ones who’ve burned and still chose to rise.
It’s memoir, memory, and magic. Told in real time.
Today begins the Erotic Trilogy—a three-part offering on sex, sovereignty, and remembrance.
This first piece is for everyone.
Not explicit—intimate. Not performative—present.
It’s about reclaiming the body as altar, as oracle, as home.
If this stirs something in you, stay close.
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And if you’ve been holding shame inside your ribs—
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With heat,
Franceasca
The First Time I Touched Myself with My Eyes Open
It wasn’t about climax. It wasn’t about release. It was about remembering. The first time I touched myself with my eyes open, I saw her. the version of me that had only existed for other people. Softened, shaped, edited. But this time, there was no script. No audience. No angle. Just breath. Just pulse. Just me. I placed my hand on my stomach and waited. Waited for the shame to speak. For the ghost of every partner who ever made me shrink to rise up and say, "You only get to feel this with me." But they didn’t. They were gone. I had sent them away. And what rose instead was heat. Not performative, not pretty. Not pornographic. Just pure. I moved slow. And when I came, it wasn’t quiet. It was ancestral. Like something old had broken loose. Like every time I’d said “yes” when I meant “no” had finally left my body. The first time I touched myself with my eyes open, I wasn’t aroused by the image of me. I was awakened by the presence of me. And I knew—this was the beginning of returning.
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Author: Franceasca Seiden
Welcome to Blood, Bone & Ghosts.
If you’re new here—this isn’t a newsletter. It’s a ritual.
This space is for the ones who’ve burned and still chose to rise.
It’s memoir, memory, and magic. Told in real time.
Today begins the Erotic Trilogy—a three-part offering on sex, sovereignty, and remembrance.
This first piece is for everyone.
Not explicit—intimate. Not performative—present.
It’s about reclaiming the body as altar, as oracle, as home.
If this stirs something in you, stay close.
The second essay will be available to paid subscribers only.
And if you’ve been holding shame inside your ribs—
this is your invitation to let it go.
With heat,
Franceasca
The First Time I Touched Myself with My Eyes Open
It wasn’t about climax. It wasn’t about release.
It was about remembering.
The first time I touched myself with my eyes open, I saw her.
the version of me that had only existed for other people.
Softened, shaped, edited.
But this time, there was no script.
No audience. No angle.
Just breath.
Just pulse.
Just me.
I placed my hand on my stomach and waited.
Waited for the shame to speak. For the ghost of every partner who ever made me shrink to rise up and say, "You only get to feel this with me."
But they didn’t. They were gone. I had sent them away.
And what rose instead was heat.
Not performative, not pretty. Not pornographic.
Just pure.
I moved slow.
And when I came, it wasn’t quiet.
It was ancestral.
Like something old had broken loose. Like every time I’d said “yes” when I meant “no” had finally left my body.
The first time I touched myself with my eyes open, I wasn’t aroused by the image of me. I was awakened by the presence of me.
Welcome to Blood, Bone & Ghosts.
If you’re new here—this isn’t a newsletter. It’s a ritual.
This space is for the ones who’ve burned and still chose to rise.
It’s memoir, memory, and magic. Told in real time.
Today begins the Erotic Trilogy—a three-part offering on sex, sovereignty, and remembrance.
This first piece is for everyone.
Not explicit—intimate. Not performative—present.
It’s about reclaiming the body as altar, as oracle, as home.
If this stirs something in you, stay close.
The second essay will be available to paid subscribers only.
And if you’ve been holding shame inside your ribs—
this is your invitation to let it go.
With heat,
Franceasca
The First Time I Touched Myself with My Eyes Open
It wasn’t about climax. It wasn’t about release. It was about remembering. The first time I touched myself with my eyes open, I saw her. the version of me that had only existed for other people. Softened, shaped, edited. But this time, there was no script. No audience. No angle. Just breath. Just pulse. Just me. I placed my hand on my stomach and waited. Waited for the shame to speak. For the ghost of every partner who ever made me shrink to rise up and say, "You only get to feel this with me." But they didn’t. They were gone. I had sent them away. And what rose instead was heat. Not performative, not pretty. Not pornographic. Just pure. I moved slow. And when I came, it wasn’t quiet. It was ancestral. Like something old had broken loose. Like every time I’d said “yes” when I meant “no” had finally left my body. The first time I touched myself with my eyes open, I wasn’t aroused by the image of me. I was awakened by the presence of me. And I knew—this was the beginning of returning.
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Saturn in Aries : The Portal Has Opened
This is a story told in ash, altar, and rebirth.
From now through September 1, 2025, Saturn is offering us a trial run.
The fire is coming. This is just the first spark.
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* Start something you’ve been afraid to name
* Cut ties with what keeps you small
* Finally show up as the version of you that doesn’t flinch...
Don’t wait.
This is Saturn in Aries. This is fire as initiation. This is structure built from soul.
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