Dearly Beloved,

I see you as I see myself
In this place of unutterable confusion

I feel you as I feel myself
Teeth barred with an open and breaking heart

I hear you as I hear myself
Screaming with an aching throat against those that actively silence your call for safety within your own spiritual communities

I write this to you
As I write it to myself
As I write this for myself

I am sorry.

I’m sorry that they told you that you are a drama llama, an instigator, a polarizer, a keyboard sjw, a liar, a trouble maker, foul and fleckless

I’m sorry that they told you that appropriation doesn’t exist

I’m sorry that they barred you entrance and access because you were not born with a biological womb

I’m sorry that your leaders and elders and heroes are dying before your eyes. Not felled by time or accident but rather to the tragedy of failure to extend the basic considerations due to every human being

When you tell them that they have hurt you
they say you are holding witch-hunts.  
Yet they fundraise for Planned Parenthood, refuse to shop at Hobby Lobby, and hashtag me too.

When you say no more
they say go home
Yet they proudly walk the streets of places like San Francisco, New Orleans, Chicago screaming for the rights of its citizens and the immigrants that seek to find shelter here.


When you demand that stories and traditions of your ancestors and culture come from a mouth that shares the same blood and skin as you
they tell you tools that were crafted to survive them now belong to themWhen you say stop
they say you are making a big deal of nothing

While they post on their Facebook walls that Trump and his fanatics are detestable, inhumane, deplorable and diseased
they cannot hear their mirrored voices telling you that you are wrong, selfish, a shit stirrer and overly sensitive.


they will tell you to shut up when you speak up
they will tell you how you are oppressing them and silencing them when you say
get Harriet Tubman out of your mouth
get Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte out of your mouth
put down your rattle and your feathers, leave the sun to us, Miley Cyrus is not a spirit animal

Some of them will fight their families at the dinner table this holiday season, snap pictures of MAGA hats in airports with side eye emojis posted under them
and then
they will complain of too many social justice classes at the gathering this year
they will lament about no more woman born women spaces
they will say we need to focus on our commonalities and leave our differences at the door because they just want to Make Witchcraft Great Again.

they are gaslighting you because they want to Make Witchcraft Great Again!

they want to profit from your pain, they want to take your medicine
wash it white
resell it to you in a sanitized “civilized” version that they are comfortable with
they want to control you and the narrative so badly that they will use the words of your neck pressed and sunken kindred against you
they want to be the heroes of every journey
they want easy enlightenment purchased at Chad’s homemade sweat hut the weekend after that wild trip on ayahuasca at Becky’s house

they are terrified
they’re terrified because they do not want the ethical responsibility of being a
Witch and cis
Witch and het
Witch and white

The people trying to make you afraid are cowards

they do not want to create change or even the field because here in these spaces they get to be Lords & Ladies
to be important and popular and let’s face it most of them never were in school

Most of them were bullied and silenced and picked on
Most of them were the odd one out, the weird ones that don’t know that they didn’t escape childhood intact

But here they get to have eyeliner and the illusionary power that comes with it

This is where it ends for them.

But not for us…

We don’t have that privilege
We don’t have that illusion
It can feel like a curse but Dearly Beloved you are so blessed

You are being lied to
You are not unreasonable
You are not wrong
You are so deeply beautiful
Your magic is so deeply beautiful

Your witchcraft is rooted in resistance
Your witchcraft is rooted in being both male and female and all that flows between
Your witchcraft is rooted in liberation

Your witchcraft comes with seasoning sweetie and we all know how the desire for spice started a bunch of fucking wars

You know how to dance during death
You know how to create life when there is no hope of survival
You have everyday magic of mothers turning $0.25 into $25
You have the everyday magic of getting out of bed and doing what needs to be done because you cannot afford to do differently
You have the everyday magic of resilience passed on to you through generations of Mighty Dead
Fam you is Avatar

Remember this

No matter how much they try to tell you that this backlash new it is not
It is however, now untenable
We have to decide whether we are going to go the way of the motherfucking elves or not

Because, let’s face it. They’re going to die.
Unless they are willing to face the mirror that we are holding simply by existing their magic will die.

If you are a snowflake may winter come soon for the crops they have attempted to harvest from your blood and bones will not be enough to sustain them
If they have wrought tears from you may each one be a drop in a flood that will drown them
If they have turned your heart to stone may the breaking pieces snap back together and spark a fire that will burn their house down

You were never “Charmed” but bawse bitch thou art BLESSED

And may you and those who stand with you be all that is left.