The Witchery Academy
The stars speak to you. The trees sing to you. Stories are your friends. Flowers and crystals and herbs resonate so deeply inside you that you feel you might burst into bloom.
Bookstores and libraries are your salvation and the forest is your church. Chocolate and cheese and humor are your bliss. You’ve tasted magic and know it is kindred. It haunts your dreams and fills your imaginings, yet you can’t reconcile its presence with the world you’re living in, with this life. You drift, sometimes heavy with anxiety, sometimes light with surrender, wondering what brought you here and how much time you have til you can return home.
But they tell you home is in your heart. That when you have a purpose, and a tribe, you’ll discover true meaning in all the chaos and you’ll finally arrive home.
So many people chanting the same messages and yet you can’t get there. You sense there’s Something More. You’ve seen trusted women tell you as much. And yet where’s yours? You want bliss. You want magic. Am I not worthy? you wonder. Am I not enough? You want to LIVE in the practical magic house and drink midnight margaritas with your sisters, while deeply imbibing your wild, bohemian truest self.
What’s wrong with me, you wonder. Why can’t I live my practical magic?
There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re not missing out. You’re right where this world has grown you to be. Without a guide, and the sacred teachings, you’ll never discover you’re really a witch. Think of Harry Potter at the Dursley’s. It didn’t matter where he was located, he was a wizard no matter what clothes he wore or what neighborhood he was in or what people surrounded him. But he couldn’t use his powers, until Hagrid (guide) told him who he was and then took him to Hogwarts (sacred teachings).
And here we are. I’m your guide. Call me Hagrid. But I’m more like Dumbledore and RuPaul’s secret love child, and the Witchery Academy is the place of sacred learnings.
Welcome home, witch. We’ve been waiting for you.