Last week’s coven meeting was powerful for me.
We did a quick trance to go down to meet a deity to find out more about our future work. Instead of meeting a deity, I was approached by a shapeshifter taking the forms of Disney villainesses: Maleficent, the Queen of Hearts, the Evil Queen from Snow White.
She shifted through all of these forms and back again rather rapidly as we walked into the forest, toward a small cottage with a bubbling cauldron in the yard. The cottage felt peaceful and happy but also filled with potent magic.
The being indicated that this was where I was to live, and then handed me a poison apple, a gift for me and those that work with me. She then whispered in my ear, “If the work doesn’t kill them, it won’t transform them.”
I have been sitting with that powerful truth, knowing that this…
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