#empath
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She had the power of the mother moon on her side, knowing she will be fine
Feeling divine feminine energy with the start of Cancer season ♋
Ahhh totally forgot to post the suit of pentacles, wow I’ve had these pages done for a while and here I am, either way here it is. The pentacles represented by earth tend to show materialistic and physical change is coming
Change is gonna happen ️ ✨
Happy Ostara, I had myself a ritual meditative bath take care of ya selves during these times
I caved and got more guidebooks, each are super aesthetically pleasing and have nice information ✨
The spirit is inside all living things, and is a very strong element in witchcraft
Pink Crystals from my new book ✨
Found this beautiful journal crafted in Italy, blessed it with Rosemary & Sage and now using it as my own Grimoire. It’s so beautiful and I adore writing in it
I still have my digital book of shadow pages I’m working on but this is gonna be for my own personal notes on my personal craft ✨
Thank u for the 12k+ followers ✨ I’m glad to share this magickal journey with so many. I’m blessed to have so many strong spirits in my life & blessed to have a growing power inside me
New book find ✨ a fun read and guide
Holding space. The haven I had created for myself slowly withered away when I became entangled with you. I felt safe at first, but soon the vulnerability became overwhelming. I felt myself restructuring the walls around my heart. Stronger than they were before. Impenetrable. By the time I had noticed that my walls were back up and twice the size they used to be, I had fallen so far away from the person I thought I was. I don’t recognize the girl in the mirror staring back at me. The only time I feel comfortable is when I am completely alone. I become someone else when I am with other people. I love the person that I am when I am alone. I know what I want, I know what I like, I think I know who I am. As soon as another person is in the picture it’s like I forget who I am, and I mutate into these unrecognizable versions of myself. I don’t even know who I am when I’m with you. I hate who I become when I’m with you. It’s like all of the inner work I’ve done just disappears and I’m a wounded little girl again. I become a monster who can’t control their emotions, let alone feel them.