
22/04/2025
I was baptized Catholic.
Taught to bow my head and silence my knowing.
Taught that obedience was holiness and questioning was dangerous.
But my soul had other plans.
Over time, I stopped trying to contort myself into someone else's version of sacred.
And instead… I remembered.
I remembered that the fire in me was never sin — it was truth.
That the word witch wasn’t evil — it was ancestral power.
That I didn’t need a gatekeeper to reach the divine —
because the divine was already within me.
This post isn’t about judgment.
It’s about reclamation.
Your faith is welcome here — whatever name or form it takes.
You can be Catholic, curious, witchy, wild, agnostic, or on your own unfolding path.
What matters to me is integrity.
What matters is that your spirituality is your own — not someone else’s leash.
This is a space for sacred sovereignty. For spiritual safety. For truth that doesn’t shrink to make others comfortable.
So yes — I call myself a witch.
Not to provoke.
But to proclaim: I am no longer afraid of my own power.
And if you’re on the path of remembering too…
Drop “WITCH” in the comments.
Let’s raise the frequency together.