#stellarwitchcraft

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Fixed Star Capella.

[Sculpture is "Amalthea" by Ehren Bienert]

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The Starry Craft of Mirabilia: Stellar Witchcraft with Sasha Ravitch

mirabilia: to elicit astonishment, fear, fascination, and admiration; associated with the marvelous, with strange events that people are aware of, yet cannot explain; to scry the mirror of fairy.

Sasha Ravitch is an Astrolater, Writer, and practitioner of Stellar Witchcraft. She guides her clients, mentees, and patrons through the dark forest of their nativity's fairytale, helping them understand the pacts they have with the Stars and Spirits in their court. She is initiated in multiple traditions of witchcraft and a vein of Balkan fairy-seership. You can join her on her Patreon and its discord community, listen to her many podcast appearances, read her articles in The Mountain Astrologer Magazine, and purchase her most recent publication, The Red Dreaded Spindle: An Astrolater's Guide to the Stinger Stars of Scorpius via Hadean Press. Many of her conference recordings are available for purchase, including her closing keynote for AstroMagia 2022, The Shining Ones: Folklore’s Spirits & Fixed Stars. She can be reached at [email protected], though her consultation calendar is booked out through May of 2023. Consider following her on Instagram at @sasha.ravitch for official announcements regarding her forthcoming publications via Revelore and Hadean Press, workshop announcements, and materia releases.

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Solipsisms for Venus & Mercury in Scorpio trine Jupiter in Pisces

Quiver: the heart as a tender seismograph/archivist of all the tremors which/cascade across its warm red tongue.

Devour: the psyche as a carapace/haunted shell, sweet conduit of phantoms/which spectral epithets self-eulogize within.

Sigh: the lips as Orphic tunnel/that estuary of ossified dreams which/inherit immortality within the waters of the Lethe.

Melancholic choreography//Desires exiled underground.

How many snakeskins have you swallowed searching to be sated by the identities which others outgrew?

How does one let go of ephemera, of that which is intangible, to begin with?