“Born of the Moon, Forged by the Flame”

This New Moon arrives wrapped in deep mystery — the soft pull of the unseen, the hush before rebirth.

Every year, around this time, I feel the call of ancient waters, a remembering that I have been here before.

My soul is deeply rooted and connected to those sisters who came before. The ones who once hid their magic, silenced by fear,

perhaps even drowned or burned for the light they carried.

And yet… here I am. Born once more under October’s dark moon, destined to rise again.

To speak truths, to heal, to remember those came before.

This birthday feels like a threshold.

The closing of old loops, the rewiring of ancient patterns,

and the birthing of new pathways —

in my mind, my heart, my body, my soul.

I used to shy away from my psychic sight.

The whispers, the visions, the knowing,

they frightened the girl who didn’t yet trust her power.

However, through my healing work, through Soul Foundry, through every guests, every initiation, every tear —

I have learned that these gifts were never meant to be hidden.

They were meant to be lived.

This New Moon — my rebirth — I step into my gifts indefinitely.

I honour the witches who came before me,

and I stand as a lightworker — grounded, ancient, awakened.

Because to be a true witch is not to cast spells in shadow, but to bring light into darkness.

Pen 🤍🙏🏻