Rebecca Walker Copyright ©2010 - 2020
Hag stones are everywhere when you look! A Hag stone is a naturally formed hole in a tree/rock that if you look through, you can see the other side, most people say it's a portal into the fey world. It's definitely a portal regardless.
Have a look around and I'm sure you will spot one. I like to put my thumb and index finger together and form a circle to look through it. It's like your own little spy glass.
When the scenery is vast, you may miss the subtle. Hag stones can bring that energy in to focus.
I've been sitting in the void and contemplating. Still stirring the cauldron as it's still brewing. I'm learning everyday.
There's more to come, at least that's what I feel. I'm keen to get it up and going but also no. There's so much going down with everyone...to add another wanky fucking online space/...yeah just nah.
There is no point, just for the sake of it.
The last time I ran a space in person was quite a while ago in Spotswood. It came in like a lighting bolt and I had the whole thing down in 30 mins...4 weeks worth. It was clear and concise.
This a different energy and it's going to be lifetime of learning/ unfucking /death work /shadow as fuck/ occult practises/ critical thinking /creativity/intuition and hag/ witch bitch energy.
Above is my intent to those that want to come and sit with me in an online space.
That's what I want to bring when I open it up.
Finding your shadow and loving that motherfucker. Finding your light and appreciating that badass bitch. The beauty in death. Seeing and feeling what's right for you, regardless of what other people think.
And I think the biggest one....Not being an entitled asshole because you consider yourself spiritual.
Maybe we might all learn/understand some shit through the process of being together, about ourselves and others.... before we die.
“We’re beings toward death, we’re two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and faeces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.”
― Cornel West
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