Venus Unfolds the Rose - Part 1

Venus

Unfolds

the Rose

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In loving memory of all

the Wild, Radical and

Revolutionary WxTCHES,

Whose lives were cut short

by those flying

the bloody banner of

Christ or Capital.

They may have took

your life,

but your Spirit is not

forgotten

In Nomine Babalon

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VENUS UNFOLDS THE ROSE

from Imbolc to Ostara

Crafted by ROSA Ray

ARIES FULL MOON 2022

@wystik_wands

rosaray.com

© All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be

reproduced without permission

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WXTCH SXSTERS OF FORTITUDE

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Step out of

the Darkness

into the Light,

& bring forth

the Dreams

You carried

through

the Night.

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IMBOLC

‘Twas the eve before Imbolc: deep down in the

soil, something mysterious was stirring, beneath

crisp layers of frost. February’s Snow Moon hung

high in the skies, illuminating naked branches,

crooked trees, and casting shadows all around.

After months of hibernation, and hiding

underground, our humble WXTCHES — the

Apocalyptic Coven of Anarchic, Babalonian

Wyddershins Wxtches, or, ACAB 23.23 for short,

were gathered atop Teufelsberg, almost ready to

unfurl their secret weapon.

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Excitement and anticipation floated through the air, amongst

their frosted breaths. One red robed wxtch emerged from

the circle and raised her hands, calling out through the

darkness:

‘My dear psychedelic Wxtch Sxsters,

Priestesses in Arms and fellow Femmes

most magical, we are gathered here

beneath this Imbolc Moon to plant our

seeds for the coming of Spring. While

we were dwelling in the darkness, after

the eviction of our home, and blue skies

turned to grey, our plans were silently

gestating, in the stillness, beneath the

soil. The great Wheel is turning and

soon we shall rise again.’

Raucous cheers erupted from the crowd of Wxtches, who

circled around their brimming cauldron, stamping their feet

and hooting wildly.

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Gazing into the Sacred Waters contained

within the magickal vessel, the Wxtches

caught a glimpse of a slightly bedraggled

looking witchy woman, who emerged from

their reflection.

“Do you think she’s ready?”

“Almost!

Her desires and patterns are

certainly shifting. She’s just

gotta undertake The Cleanse: one

month without smoking, to clear

the fog, assert her Will, & step

into her Powers.”

“Then what?”

“The Rose Unfolds and we unleash..

THE BEASTS.”

After exactly 6 minutes of infernal

cackling, the Wxtches regained their

senses and each unfurled a magickal stick

from beneath their cloaks. They placed

them upon the surface of the sacred

waters, slowly stirring right, walking

Wyddershins, and then back around again.

Stirring, stirring, slowly stirring,

until the bubbles

POPPED

Once wetted with the water, the Wxtches

staked their sticks in the ground, and

sprinkled seeds all around.

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I am Magick,

I am Light,

I am Calling

through the Night

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Kinky ToweR

Meanwhile, on the other side of

Berlin, atop the Kinky Tower, the

bedraggled soul as witnessed by

our radical Coven, the Witch known

as Janky Peasu, finally discovered

her middle name & began her

transformation…

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*Drum Roll*

“Jizl Phizlips?? Are you serious? That’s

worse than the first!”

“Then I give up. It’s impossible!”

“Come on witchy, you gotta try harder

than that.

“Nope.”

“What about your middle name, what does

the R stand for anyway?” “Titmouse!

I don’t wanna be Janky anymore..

“No way!”

“Why not?”

“I’m sick of all the lines and

“It’s too sweet the and fiending,and girly I’m just leaping a out

sad and stinky of witch.” bushes like a bedraggled,

drug-addled fool.

“I thought you were trying to change?

Come onnnn tell me!”

I see now it was a survival

strategy, shielding me from

“Fine. It’s ROSANNA! pain Horrible when I isn’t was it?” unable to

sit with myself.

“Wait, isn’t that a blend of Rosa, Anita

& Innanna - your favourite goddesses all

rolled into one?”

But it was a distraction,

and now I have “Yeah, the you’re strength right! I’d never thought of

and tools to it face that my way!” demons

& chase them away.”

{Later she will learn

it’s neither possible nor

desirable to chase her

shadow away completely..}

“See! You thought you were just a Janky

witch but there was something beautiful

growing inside of you all along. Look, you

are glowing!”

“Rosa Ray! My new witch name. I’ll wear it

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Janky Peasu’s Red Feathered

familiar, the sassy little

diva bird known as Titmouse

chriped in approval.

“That’s great Janky - I’m

proud of ya! But you do

realise you’re probably

going to have to quit

the cigs too right?”

“Yeah it’s not easy, but

I believe in your powers!

And you should too.”

“Thanks Titmouse!

So where should I

begin?”

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“Hmmm. Well if you don’t wanna

be Janky you might wanna stop

calling yourself that.”

But

Janky Peasu is

my name! That’s

what everyone

calls me!”

“But doesn’t

‘everyone’ also know

you as a drug addled

fool, rather than a

sweet & sexy witch

who is healing?”

“You’re right Titmouse.

But it’s so much change.

What happened to being

‘true to myself’?”

“You think your

‘true self’

is being wasted all

the time, losing your

keys and not finding

your way home?”

“I don’t

know anything

different.”

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“Well now is the

time to learn!”

“Ok, let’s

give it a try!”

“Oh Titmouse,

you are so wise!”

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So, a new name...

...a new name...

...something

different...

...something to represent

my new sassy, sexy,

healing self....

Got it!”

“Yesss! Great!

What is it?”

*Drum Roll*

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“Jizl Phizlips?? Are

you serious? That’s

even worse than Janky!”

“Then I give up.

It’s impossible!”

“Come on

witchy, you

gotta try

harder than

that.”

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“Nope.”

“Hey, what

about your

middle name?

What does the

R stand for

anyway?”

“No way!”

“Why not?”

“It’s too sweet and

girly and I’m just

a sad and stinky

witch.”

---

“I thought you

were trying to

change?

Come onnnn

tell me!”

“Fine. It’s

Horrible

isn’t it?”

“Wait, isn’t that a

blend of Rosa, Anita

& Inanna - your

favourite goddesses

all rolled into

one?”

“Yeah,

you’re

right

Titmouse!

I’d never

thought of

it that

way!”

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III

And so, with the

support of her new

name & her wise

feathered friend,

Rosanna, or,

Rosa Ray as she

decided to be called,

peeled back the

janky layers which

had weighed upon

her for so long..

to reveal: a Rose.

A sweet, sensuous,

sparkling Rose.

“Now what,

Titmouse?”

But a Rose with

protective thorns,

nevertheless.

“The hard part

begins.”

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Janky Peasu is Dead

Long Live ROSA RAY

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IV

And so Rosa got to work, carefully pruning

away all her Janky parts, casting them onto

the compost heap of her radical imagination.

But no matter how hard she tried,the icky

sticky stuff always came back to haunt her.

There was just no escpaing her shadow! She

tried hexing and vexing and banishing the

bugger - all to no avail.

“Maybe Hexing

isn’t the answer.

Perhaps you gotta

make friends with

her and Heal”

“Make friends with

her?? But she’s so

stinky and smoky

and has twisted

desires and makes

me rage.”

---

“Yeah Rosa, but I’m sorry to break it to you,

but you’re a HUMAN, not a goddamn angel. It’s

normal to rage and crave sometimes.

The point is, if you accept these parts of

yourself, then you can start to sit with them.

Listen to them . And Respond, rather than React.

Remember, the Goddess said you have to be a

Divine Force of Love? Enough with the Hexing!

How can you learn from someone if they’ve

been banished from your view? She

doesn’t have to stay in the driver’s

seat..but brute force and Will won’t

solve anything here. You gotta accept,

surrender and remember to be Kind! ”

---

And so Rosa began to sit with

her Janky Shadow, and it

turned out, they had a lot in

common.

Being listened to pleased her

greatly, and they both slowly

began to heal.

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OSTARA

OSTARA

‘Twas the eve before the Equinox: the soil

‘Twas the eve before the Equinox: the soil was stirring,

was trees stirring, budding, as trees tightly budding, curled leaves as began tightly to unfurl.

curled After almost leaves 2 months began of to carefully unfurl. crafting After their almost magical

Vision, our devilishly devious & delicious Wxtches,

2 months of carefully crafting their magical

the Autonomous Coven of Apocalyptic Bitches, were ready

Vision, to conduct our their devilishly most powerful devious ritual yet: & delicious

the Sacred

Wxtches, Summoning of the 2 sassy Autonomous spirits, & Coven their Great of Apocalyptic

Goddess.

Bitches, were ready to conduct their most

This is exactly what they’d trained for.

powerful ritual yet: the Sacred Summoning of

2 sassy spirits, & their Great Goddess.

This is exactly what they’d

trained for.

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Invitation to

Evocation..

They’d been preparing for weeks, this

invitation to Evocation, which involved

giving offerings & attracting the attention

of the particular Spirits they wished to

evoke.

This differed from the usual methods

of Westerly Wizzards, who, following the

path of Solomon, more often than not made

instant, binding demands of their demons,

without a moment’s thought of whether the

Spirit had actually given their consent or

not.

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But our WXTCHES are Sex Positive

WXTCHES, & know that to really seduce

a spirit, one must first court them,

bring them gifts, establish a trusting

& enticing relationship, and even then,

expect nothing in return.

Each delegation of the

WXTCH collective had been

assigned certain special

tasks...

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Anita Berber

10.06.1899 - 10.11.1928

Weimar Berlin’s Priestess of

Ecstasy & Depravity

An offering of Cognac, Cocaine, Sweet treats

& Cigarettes, followed by a frenzied,

but graceful dance. All these gifts were

dutifully placed at St Thomas’ Friedhof:

her final resting place, now known as Anita

Berber Park.

WXTCH Delegates:

Baba Suki and Frieda.

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Rosa

luxemburg

05.03.1871 -15.01.1919

Raging Left-Wing Radical

Revolutionary

A friendly fire in Mitte, slashing

the tyres of 66 Teslas, ritual

offerings for the homeless & a

feeding of the birds. (For Rosa

Lux, radical actions were more

appropriate and appreciated than

indulgent offerings.

WXTCH Delegates:

Baba Luci & Wyddershins

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Dearly Beloved

Holy Whore of Love & War

Initiatrix beyond the Abyss &

Patron Goddess of the WXTCH Coven.

The Divinest of Femmes,

she goes by many names

Venus, Babalon, Innana -Ishtar.

She is Wild, Ecstatic, Enchanting

& finds Her place in all our Hearts.

Filled with Thundering Fire.

An Offering of 7 Roses dripping with

divine Moon blood - sealed with an

Orgasmic offering lain before the

Ishtar Gate at the Pergamon Museum*

WXTCH Delegates:

Baba Agatha & Selena

*Unfortunately due to the Virus, entrance into the

Pergamon Museum was an impossibility, even for these

sneaky wxtches! Who, despite regularly eating Pigs for

breakfast, dared not face the wrath of the formidable

forces of Classical German Heritage.

However, upon arriving at the Museum Insel, the

Wxtches were delighted to discover a statue of Diana

lounging in the gardens, and instead tentatively laid

their offerings at the feet of the Goddess of the Wild

Hunt and the Moon.

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BABALON

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Audre Lorde

18.02.1934 - 17.11.1992

05.03.1871 -15.01.1919

Raging

Black, Lesbian, Mother,

Warrior, Poet

A bowlful of Light, soft, furry

peaches, Black figs, Rosewater &

an erotic promise to the future.

WXTCH Delegates:

Baba Danto*

*After years upon the front lines, Baba

Danto finally took a rest. While the other

wxtches were down in the town, running amok

throuogh the streets, dear Danto stayed at the

Wxtch Camp on Teufelsberg, reading poetry,

tending to the sacred waters & opening a

connective channel with their beloved Audre

Lorde.

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And so with the offerings in place, and the invitations

received, the Wxtches regathered upon Teufelsberg upon the

eve of Ostara, ready to start the summons.

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The Summons

They began by sprinkling a holy mix of red and white

rose petals soaked in Ether on the flames beneath their

billowing cauldron. Of course, the crackling flames rose

wildly, heating up the sacred waters. Great billows of

smoke and steam rose up, up, up, and a blood curdling,

primal scream tore through the mist, as two spirits came

hurtling out of the waters, circling each other in the

air.

Their forms were fuzzy, but the twisted Germanic

and Polish howls echoing around the wooded hollow were

clear. There was no mistaking it - the summons had worked.

Quick! Yelled the wxtches, as they all surged forward,

surrounding the rising flames with earth, containing the

firing fury into a more manageable roar. With the embers

sealed, the Spirits then took their full formidable forms.

One, on the left, with her hair piled high and stuffed

into a corset, was clutching a book and smoldering with

rage. The other, on the right, was laughing maniacally

while smoking a long cigarette, a silken negligee draped

across her shoulders and breasts tumbling out beneath.

The wxtches stepped back in awe, almost in disbelief.

There they were in all their glory: Rosa Luxembourg and

Anita Berber. But there was no time to be caught up in

wonder!

Tentatively, one member of the Coven stepped forward

to address their guests.

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WXTCHES

Comrade Rosa, Sister Anita -- we have

brought you witches here today ..

Rosa Lux & Anita

Witches?! We’re not Witches!

WXTCHES

Both of you were strong, empowered

and outspoken femmes, with animal

familiars and a perchance for herbs

or intoxication. So even if you don’t

consider yourselves as witches, society

would deem you to be.

We have brought you both here today as

radical and revolutionary forces, and

request your assistance. Both of your

lives were cut short, while working in

service of Babalon, Goddess of Love and

the Apocalypse. We invite you both to

collaborate with us on a very special

project: to send your spirits back

to Berlin, and continue the radical

agenda.

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{ROSA LUX.]

Collaborate with that

decadent, hedonistic

hussy...who consorts

with the bourgeois?

Over my dead body!

WXTCHES

Errr. Rosa, we’re

sorry to break it

to you, but you

actually are dead.

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{ANITA B.}

And I have no time for high

moraled frumps who spend their

time with their nose buried

in books, and don’t know the

meaning of fun. The world needs

Art and drama and spectacle! Not

bland and angry slogans shouted

in our faces. No revolution will

come from moralizing leftists

with their knickers in a twist

& spouting off a load of hot air

at anyone who will listen.

You will never change the hearts

or minds of the masses in such

frumpy attire. The people need

to be moved. With music and

ecstasy. Did you ever live once

Rosa? And indulge in the raw

reality of life?!

{ROSA LUX.]

I’ll have you know I was more

than a little wild in my time - I

had 3 lovers! Besides, pleasure

should come secondary to the

revolution.

{ANITA B.}

Pah. Pleasure is the revolution!

{ROSA LUX.]

Well, what did you do, other

than get your tits out and snort

powders up your nose?

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{ANITA B.}

Sexual liberation is Revolutionary

...there will be no real revolution

in our lifetime, unless you start

running around with guns and

killing all who oppose you, which

doesn’t seem very egalitarian to

me...So why not instead indulge

in the fruits of flesh? And, I may

consort with Capitalists, but I

am getting right to the source,

and challenging them directly.

{ROSA LUX.]

Challenge them? By dancing

naked before them? OH yes a real

revolution there..

{ANITA B.}

My naked dancing may seem trivial

to you, but for a Femme to expose

herself, to embrace her own sexual

potency is a radical act. One that

can send shockwaves and ripples

through society.

{ROSA LUX.]

Ripples, trickles, it’s all the

same to me: self indulgent vanity!

{ANITA B.}

Life is an unfolding horizon of

pleasure.

{ROSA LUX.]

It should be! I won’t stop until

everyone is free.

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{WXTCHES]

Now, now, dear spirit sisters,

we admire you for your fire and

passion, but let’s take a moment

to catch our breaths.

Anita, yes, you were a queer pioneer

& icon who shaped the sexual

landscape for many years to come.

But let’s not deny that you faced

issues of addiction, had a frantic

attitude, were exceptionally self

centered and hedonistic.

And Rosa, yes, you were and still

are a revolutionary force, a

radical beacon of hope and social

transformation for the masses. But

let’s not forget, you sidelined

the suffrage movement for your own

class interests and were prone to

flying off the handle.

But - no one is perfect! Everyone’s

vision or message for the world is

fucked up and flawed in some way.

The point is to TRY! And the joy

comes from meeting other viewpoints

& mixing it allup in the cauldron.

So, what say you?

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{ROSA LUX.}

Well, Audre did say

I need to let a little more

Erotic into my life..

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{ANITA B.}

Audre Lorde? Oh hell yes! I know Audre

too, we dance together often at the

Spirit Klub.

{WXTCHES]

The what?!

{ROSA LUX.}

The Berlin Spirit Klub: A debaucherous

disco & collective of magickal and

radical former residents of the city,

who are presently deceased..(and have

chosen to stay that way..there’s always

the option of return you know ;)

{ANITA B.}

It’s a real hoot! Actually, why would I

want to go back to Earth..?

{WXTCHES]

To live past the age of 29? To learn a

little bit of self control?

{ANITA B.}

....

{WXTCHES]

...To indulge in the pleasures of flesh?

Carnal, delicious, ravenous delights..

{ANITA B.}

Ah yes, yes, say no more! Count me in.

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{WXTCHES]

Ok! And good to hear you both know

Audre, because I’m sorry to break

it to you ladies, but Europe in the

1910s and 1920s was racist as shit.

..well it still is today, but we

Wxtches renounce the Empire..and

actively work to dismantle white

supremacy.

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{ROSA LUX.}

Of course I am well aware of the horrific

exploitation and expropriation of the

capitalist system! Have you not read my

critique of imperialism?

{WXTCHES]

Yes Rosa, but just keep in mind that the

White, European male proletariat is not

the center of the universe, nor the sole

agent of history. The working class are

wide and many, and in fact, many would argue

that the first radical revolutionaries to

overturn the systems of capital were the

Maroons and Black Jacobins of Haiti.

- Well said Baba Danto. -

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{ROSA LUX.}

Forgive me witches, for temporarily

being blinded by my ego. Indulging in

the delights of death and the spirit

klub hath clouded my vision. But the

revolution lives on. And if the Future

is really as bad as you witches say

it is, then I guess my work is still

undone.

Yes, I will stand with and beside you

in this struggle.

{WXTCHES]

Thank you Rosa. We are glad to hear

you will join us. The Anarchic Coven

of Apocalyptic Babes welcome you

both into our Sacred circle as coconspirators

in our mission most

magical.

So ...are you Wxtchys ready?

Let’s spread the Roses upon the

Fire and call upon Our Lady…

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DIANA

All WXTCHES and the two radical spirits awaited the

arrival of their Holy Whore with great anticipation. But

because of the issues with the delivery of the invitation,

it was not Babalon, but Diana who emerged through the

darkness, to reveal herself in all her blazing glory,

glowing with moonlight and accompanied by two stags.

The WXTCHES of course, treat all Goddesses

with great reverence, and bowed their heads

before the majestic moonlit warrior woman.

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‘Dear Wxtches,

thank you for your offerings.

Usually I prefer to be greeted with sweet cakes

and honey, but I guess these roses will do.

Now I understand you seek the Harlot, a fellow femme of the

Beasts. But I do not quite understand why it is the Harlot that you

seek, for she is a Goddess from appropriated lands, one who hath

been crafted by the gaze of the insufferable white Western Male.

Nevertheless, I shall help you wxtches find her. For my glorious

name Diana hath been tarnished by those TERFS of Zsuzsanna who

believe themselves to be the exclusive patrons of the moon.

As if I am so limited that my powers only affect Wombs! Pah. Do

they not see my magic in the tides? Or see that I support the

birds, the corals, how I cause the plants to weep? Those fools

are so blinded by their hateful exclusivity they don’t notice

that every body of water & living being dances with my rhythms.

So I gratefully support your inclusive Coven & your quest to

Queer the magical binary. In return for your radical kindness &

invitation, I shall honor your wishes and seek her out for you.”

---

With the subtle moves of a skilled huntress, Diana

disappeared into the night, stalking through the

shadows in search of the Spirit of Babalon. Once

again, all WXTCHES and the two radical spirits

awaited with great anticipation, while also

marveling at the magnificent outburst and torrent of

spite that dear Diana had directed at their rival

coven.

‘I’m surprised she was so Woke, I thought the white

lighters had removed her claws for good,’ one wxtch

murmured to the other.

‘Oh it’s probably Aradia who updated her on the

programme.’

Suddenly, Diana burst back into the circle, her

hairs ruffled, cheeks flushed and shirt slightly

unbuttoned.

‘Well, Wxtches, I’m afraid Babalon cannot

join you this night. For it is the eve of Ostara!

Bloomin’ Babylonian new year! And that sassy little

devil is engaged in numerous orgies and feasting,

she couldn’t possibly slip away for a moment.

However, she does thank you for your invitation and

constant devotion, and said it was a pleasant relief

from the long line of horny thelemite men who are

always rudely knocking at her door. In return, she

blesses your special mission and sends a message for

you all.”

---

Once again, Diana dissolved into the darkness.

A great rumbling Thunder emerged from the

sacred waters: a singular, earthshaking voice

echoed through each of the Wxtches’ Minds,

perfectly, simultaneously : channeling Her

sacred wisdom.

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As abruptly as it’s appearition,

Babalon’s thunder settled

down, and each of the

wxtches emerged from their

trance energized, sparkling,

illuminated, resonating with

the rhythms of their Goddess.

“RIGHT wxtches, a new dawn is almost

breaking, it’s time to fill the Vessel.

Anita, Rosa Lux, we are grateful for

your assistance and kindly ask you

to briefly return into the waters.”

---

The spirits willingly obliged,

and submerged themselves beneath

the surface, causing the sacred

waters to swirl like marble into

two distinct colours. A cloaked

arm reached out from the circle

and dipped their holy vessel

into the pool, gathering up this

magical, radical, spirit infused

fluid, and carefully poured it

into a specially prepared vial.

“What now?’

“We must place this comingled

mixture of the spirits of Anita

and Rosa Lux somewhere where our

little Witchy is gonna find it.

And then, we wait until Walpurgis.’

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In loving memory of all

the Wild, Radical and

Revolutionary WxTCHES,

Whose lives were cut short

by those flying

the bloody banner of

Christ or Capital.

They may have took

your life,

but your Spirit is not

forgotten

In Nomine Babalon

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VENUS UNFOLDS THE ROSE

from Imbolc to Ostara

Crafted by ROSA Ray

ARIES FULL MOON 2022

@wystik_wands

rosaray.com

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