02/04/2026
Magic doesn’t exempt us from pain—
but it covers us when the world tries to tear us apart.
The Witch of the Huasteca knew it:
her husband stole her legs
and left her to die at dawn like a secret he wanted buried.
The Cuerva of La Petaca tasted betrayal too:
Macario cheated with Mariana
and planned a wedding as if the Cuerva couldn’t smell his lies on the wind.
Circe was used, then abandoned.
Medea was left burning.
Desert witches like Marta Molina were called insane.
Sierra brujas were hunted for standing tall.
Magic doesn’t spare us—
but it shields us,
hardens us,
keeps us alive.
We are women of rust, thorn, fire and night.
Push us down—
we rise.
Try to break us—
we sharpen.
We survive.
We return.
We strike back.
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Rust grows with time, not force; its power awakens after betrayal, not during it. What spreads is not decay but endurance—rust does not shatter, it persists. Salt seals emotional and moral wounds so they do not close falsely, marking firm boundaries against manipulation, coercion, and repeated betrayal. Crow feather speaks: I know. I saw. I will never need proof again, granting immunity to compulsive truth-telling, over-explaining, and self-sabotaging honesty. Through scavenger’s mercy, what remains is reclaimed—broken trust becomes wisdom, ruin becomes resource, and failed relationships yield adaptability, perspective, and survival intelligence instead of only pain. Corn husk reminds us we did not survive by gentleness but by wrapping what mattered and moving forward, protecting the essential with quiet strength. Lluvia de sotol burns away what cannot endure the fire, for what does not survive the flame does not deserve the body. Sealed with the San Benito medal, no pact of harm remains unbroken and no corruption crosses this boundary unmarked.
