Look, I know my feed is full of tarot pulls, crystals that actually work, and that incredibly specific kitchen gadget I swear will change your life. And yes, I’m absolutely that witchy auntie who will enthusiastically tell you about the moisturizer I’m obsessed with or the book that rewired my brain.
But let me be fucking clear: just because I’m posting about the things that bring me joy doesn’t mean I’ve got my head in the sand.
I see you. I see what’s happening. This dystopian nightmare we’re living through isn’t background noise to me—it’s the scream I hear every single day. I hate it. I loathe every calculated cruelty, every rolled-back right, every piece of gaslighting propaganda they’re serving up like it’s normal.
The pretty things I share? The recommendations, the rituals, the moments of beauty? That’s not ignorance. That’s survival. That’s me refusing to let them take everything from us, including our ability to feel something other than rage and despair.
I’ve been vocal. It’s cost me. I’ve been harassed, threatened, told to shut up and stay in my lane. And you know what I did? Kept my fist in the air with my middle finger held high. Because I’m resolute in my beliefs, I can smell propaganda from a mile away, and I will not be quiet.
Revolution isn’t comfortable. It’s not easy. It’s not a single march or a single post or a single moment of righteous anger. It’s the long game, and some days the weight of it makes me want to crawl under my weighted blanket and never come out.
But here’s what I have to remind myself, and what I’m reminding you: do what you can. Fight back in your way. Your way might look different than mine. Your way might be loud or quiet, public or behind the scenes. It might be mutual aid or city council meetings or protecting your people or teaching the next generation to question everything.
Witches have always been enemies of the state. We’ve always been the ones they tried to silence, burn, disappear. They fear us because we know how to see through illusions, because we organize, because we refuse their scripts.
So do not step back now. Lean all the way in.
Your magic is needed. Your voice is needed. Your anger is justified and your joy is resistance and your refusal to be broken is the most powerful spell you’ve got.
They want you exhausted and silent.
Be neither.
