Magick and Resistance

Sekhmet’s Flame: The Witch as Warrior

Between Mercy and Fire, The Warrior Witch Awakens

Some witches heal with herbs.
Some with words.
And some with war.

Not because they crave the fight,
But because someone must stand at the edge when others cannot.

There is a path within the Craft not often spoken of in gentle circles.

It is the path of the guardian.
The protector.
The one who does not flinch when harm draws near.
Not because they are cold or cruel,
but because they have made peace with fire.

This is the Witch as Warrior.

She is not defined by bloodlust, nor is her power drawn from rage alone.
He is not a caricature of anger, cloaked in ego and shouting hexes into the wind.
They are forged in something older: necessity, sacred duty, and the sharp-edged love that says:

“No more shall this harm pass.”

The Warrior Archetype in Witchcraft

Warrior witches exist in every tradition, though they are sometimes hidden behind softer names.
They are the ones who feel the call to protect, to resist, to draw lines that cannot be crossed.

They are the ones who bless their blades and know when not to use them.

Our myths remember them well:

The Morrigan, cloaked in raven’s shadow, weaving fate across the battlefield.
Hecate, torchbearer and guardian at the thresholds, holding power over justice and punishment.
Baba Yaga, fierce teacher and guardian of boundaries, testing the seeker’s soul.
Athena, strategist of war and wisdom, who honors clarity over carnage.
Sekhmet, lion-headed Lady of Flame, who burns through plague, tyranny, and corruption, not out of wrath, but holy order.

These figures are not bloodthirsty; they are exacting.
And they hold one thing in common:

Sovereignty.

The Call to Rise

You do not choose the warrior’s path. It rises from within.

Perhaps you found it through trauma, through harm that taught you to shield others where no one shielded you.
Perhaps you woke one day with fire in your belly and a vision of the sacred boundary that must not be broken.

The Warrior Witch is not born from hatred.
They are born from the knowledge that peace, if unguarded, will not hold.

There comes a moment when silence becomes betrayal.
And in that moment, the warrior rises.

Discipline Before Power

Power without discipline is poison.

The Warrior Witch must train, not only with their spells but also with their spirit.

Grounding before action.
Shielding before offense.
Shadow work to know where vengeance lives inside you.
Discernment to know which battles are yours and which are not.
Restraint to know when to sheath the blade.

Not every fight deserves your power.
But some… do.

What the Warrior Defends

You do not fight for conquest.

You fight for:

The child, the elder, the family and the sacred land.
The hidden temple inside yourself.
The circle you’ve vowed to guard.
The truth you will not let be erased.

The warrior does not always cast curses.
Sometimes, she simply stands.
Sometimes, his presence alone says, “Not this time.”
Sometimes, they strike, not with wrath, but with clarity.

Sovereignty, Not Revenge

This path is not about vengeance.
Revenge consumes.
Sovereignty restores.

The Warrior Witch does not retaliate to feed the ego.
They act to restore the balance.
To end the harm.
To protect the future.

They are not ruled by pain, but they have learned from it.

Reflection and Benediction

Are you a witch of the blade?
Of the tower? Of the shield?

What rises in you when injustice knocks?
When harm circles your people?

Can you hold both mercy and fire in the same hand, and know when to use each?

The world is trembling.
And some of us are called to the edge.

If you are one of those, if your Craft has always had a quiet sword in it,
this path is for you.

Welcome, warrior.

Final Blessing

May your sword be sacred.
May your shield be just.
May your heart remain human.

And may your war be worthy.

Invocation of Sekhmet: The Flame That Guards

A Companion to “The Witch as Warrior”

Lady of the Flame,
Lion of the Horizon,
You who stride with burning feet and golden eyes,

Come into me now.
Make my rage holy.
Make my fire clean.

Teach me the sacred strike,
not wild, but wise.
Not cruel, but clear.
Not ego, but justice.

Let me be your mirror in this world of soft betrayals,
the one who does not look away.
The one who says “enough.”

Sekhmet, whose breath scorches plague from the earth,
Whose roar shakes the gates of tyrants,
Stand beside me now.
Make me a blade that sings with mercy and power.

For I will not raise the sword unless I must.
But if I must,
Let it be you who guides my hand.

Optional Ritual Frame: Sekhmet’s Shield and Blade

For solo or group use before War Magick workings

Preparation:

Dress in red, gold, or black.
Light a red or gold candle for Sekhmet.
Have a small blade or wand at hand.
Burn frankincense, dragon’s blood, or desert resin.

Ritual Steps:

1. Ground and center.
Visualize a great desert sun rising behind you, filling your spine with light.

2. Speak the invocation aloud, slowly and with focus. You may stand in warrior pose or kneel before the flame.

3. Anoint your forehead with a touch of fire (candlelight hovered over finger, or warmed oil) and say:

“Sekhmet, flame of divine justice, I welcome your presence.”

4. Pass the blade (or wand) through incense smoke or candlelight, saying:

“Let this be the blade of truth, not vengeance. The tongue of fire, not hatred.”

5. Raise your hands and say:

“I do not seek war. But if war seeks me, I will rise.”

Closing:

Bow your head to the flame and say:
“Lady of Lions, leave with me your strength. I go forward unshaken.”
Extinguish the candle, or let it burn down if safe.
Journal what rose in you.

The Witch Is a Choice: Myth, Memory, and the Making of the Craft

We live in a world that has forgotten how sacred choice is.

To be a witch is not simply to be born with “gifts,” or to feel a pull toward the stars, the bones, the wind. Those things may call you, but calling alone is not enough. Witchcraft is a path walked with intention. It is an act of remembrance. A rebellion. A devotion. And most of all, it is a choice.

The word witch carries centuries of shadow and fire. It has been used to condemn, to silence, to burn. But it has also been used, by those who survived, to reclaim power, to heal, to protect, and to create. The word has teeth and tenderness both. It is not aesthetic. It is not trend. It is an oath.

The Human Birthright

There is a deep truth we must say plainly: the abilities often attributed to witches, intuition, energy sensitivity, spiritual communication, healing touch, dreamwork, spellcraft, the shaping of reality, are not limited to a special few. These are human abilities.

Some of us may awaken to them more quickly. Some may be born into families that nurture them, honor them, or protect them through lineage. But no one is excluded from the birthright. Witchcraft is not elitist. It is not gatekept by bloodline alone.

Every human being has the capacity to sense, to shift, to speak with the unseen. But not every human chooses to walk that path. That is what sets the witch apart.

Remembered in the Blood – The Science of Our Magic

Science is beginning to explore what witches have always known: we carry more than DNA in our cells. We carry memory, emotional echoes, behavioral patterns, survival responses passed down through generations. This is epigenetics: the way trauma, instinct, and sensitivity to the world can be inherited.

So when you feel something stir within you at the sound of a chant, or find yourself dreaming in symbols you’ve never studied, you are not imagining it. You are remembering.

You are tapping into the reservoir of all those who came before you, the mothers who whispered over herbs, grandfathers who watched the stars, ancestors who reached toward mystery in their own language and time.

You are not more powerful than anyone else. But you are awake. You are listening. You are choosing to answer the call and take the next step with reverence.

The Path to Power – No Shortcuts, Only Steps

Power is not granted by aesthetic.

It is not found in a TikTok spell or bestowed by bloodline.

Power is a path. And like all true paths, it must be walked.

There are no shortcuts. The Craft demands evolution. The path unfolds like this:

Knowledge – gathering lore, tools, teachings, systems.
Experience – testing that knowledge in the world.
Understanding / Actualization / Integration – when the lessons become instinct, internalized within you.
Wisdom – knowing not only how to work, but when and most importantly why.
Power – the quiet, earned hum of alignment between will, purpose, and reality.

You must walk the path. There’s no other way. But each step deepens your roots, sharpens your senses, and strengthens your flame.

Initiation – The Threshold No One Crosses Unchanged

Witchcraft is a path of initiation, but it’s not always in the way people expect.

Yes, there are formal initiations. Ceremonies. Oaths. Lineage rites that pass power and wisdom from teacher to student. And these are real. They are sacred. They matter.

But the Craft also initiates in other ways. Through grief. Through fear. Through the long dark night of the soul. Through the moment when your old life breaks and something new demands to be born.

Initiation means crossing a threshold and knowing that you can’t go back.

The witch is not just someone who studies magic. The witch is someone who has been changed by it.

Alone and Together – The Witch in Solitude and Circle

Many witches begin alone. And there is beauty in that. Solitary practice teaches self-trust and deep listening.

But the Craft is not only solitary. It is also relational.

Historically, magic was communal, shared in kitchens, fields, hearths. Even today, something powerful happens when we gather: we witness each other. We challenge each other. We raise power together.

You don’t need a coven to be a witch. But you do need connection. Every flame needs a hearth. Even the solitary witch benefits from shared fire now and then.

More Than the West – Honoring the World’s Magic

This piece speaks from the perspective of Western witchcraft. But the magical traditions of humanity are vast, diverse, and sacred.

From African Diaspora lineages to Asian animism, from First Nations medicine to Oceanic spirit paths, there are many ways to know the unseen, to work with energy, to honor ancestors and spirits.

Witchcraft is one thread in a much larger tapestry.

We honor what we know, but we also honor what we do not practice. Respect means listening. Learning. And never pretending that all magic looks like ours.

The Witch in the World – Responsibility and Reckoning

The witch does not practice only for herself. She stands at the edge of the world. She sees what others ignore. She heals what others won’t touch.

Witchcraft is not a retreat from reality. It is a response to it.

We are called not just to manifest for ourselves, but to protect the sacred. To resist injustice. To carry forward the flame of remembrance, responsibility, and radical hope.

To be a witch is to hold power, and power must be tempered by purpose.

The Witch Is Not Her Hashtag – She Is the Diamond

In today’s world, you’ll hear: Green Witch. Cosmic Witch. Love Witch. Shadow Witch. And while these names may help express interest, they are not identities. They are facets, not separate stones.

There is only one Craft. One diamond, many glints.

Just as all gods may be facets of one divine diamond, so too are the many expressions of the witch simply different faces of a singular, sacred calling.

You are not just your favorite spell or element. You are the whole gem.

Witch, Sorcerer, Magician – Names with Purpose

Not all magical practitioners are witches. Some are ceremonial magicians. Some are sorcerers. Some are cunning folk, brujas, spirit workers, shaman or mystics.

These are not aesthetic differences, they’re structural. They point to different philosophies, systems, and goals.

Choose your name wisely. Let it reflect what you do and how you walk the path, not just what sounds cool.

The Roots and Rivers – What Shapes the Modern Craft

Modern witchcraft, especially in the West, is shaped by both folk magic and ceremonial systems.

The rituals many of us use, calling the quarters, using elemental tools, invoking planetary forces, were deeply influenced by Western occultism: the Golden Dawn, Thelema, Kabbalah, alchemy, Hermetic thought.

That doesn’t make them impure. It makes them known. And when we know where our tools come from, we can use them more powerfully.

You Cannot Read the Past with Modern Eyes

We often romanticize the ancient world. But we can’t lift ancient practices into modern life without understanding context.

Just as many modern Christians misread the Bible by applying today’s morals and assumptions to ancient Jewish texts, so too do witches sometimes claim antiquity without understanding it.

The truth is: we are revivalists. And that’s not a weakness, it’s a calling.

Taking Off the Rose-Colored Veil

We have wrapped witchcraft in myth, and that’s fine, if we know it’s myth.

But too often, we pretend.

We pretend we’re the unbroken line of ancient priestesses. That we know exactly what was done in Neolithic caves. That our symbols are untouched by history.

It’s time to stop pretending.

We are writing the myths now. Let’s write them with integrity. Let’s build something our descendants won’t have to rewrite.

Mystery Is Not Make-Believe

Witchcraft is a mystery tradition. But that doesn’t mean it’s a free-for-all.

Mystery requires training. A path. A framework. You don’t need a lineage to begin, but you need foundation, study, and respect.

Saying “I’m a witch because I feel magical” is like saying “I’m Catholic because I like Mary,” while knowing nothing of the Saints, Sacraments, or Stations.

Intuition is the start. Not the end.

The Craft deserves depth. And so do you.

What the Tools Really Do

Our tools are symbolic keys. They speak to the subconscious. They unlock ritual states. They help us focus, anchor, awaken.

The candle isn’t magic. You are.

The herb isn’t power. It’s a mirror.

The ritual isn’t theater. It’s alignment.

Tools are the outer shape of inner work. They awaken the part of you that remembers how to cast, how to call, how to become.

Ritual Is the Architecture of Change

Ritual is how we shift our state. It’s the scaffolding for the sacred.

Whether basic or advanced, every ritual has the same goal: to move us from mundane to magical. To align body, will, emotion, and spirit. To create coherence. And from that, to cast change into the world.

Embodied Craft – The Body Remembers What the Mind Forgets

Magic lives in the body. In breath, posture, movement, sensation.

Gesture is spell. Voice is vibration. Touch is energy.

Your body is not separate from your power; it is your power. It holds memories older than thought. It knows how to move energy. It knows how to anchor spirit.

To be a witch is to be fully in your body, not apart from it.

Sidebar: Common Myths About Witchcraft

Witches worship the devil.Most don’t. The devil is a Christian concept.
Witchcraft is anti-Christian.Not inherently. Some witches blend paths.
You have to be psychic or special.You have to practice. That’s it.
It’s all love and light.No. The path includes shadow, death, grief, truth.
You can manifest anything instantly.Magic is real—but it’s also work.

What Witchcraft Is

Witchcraft is not just a set of tools or spells. It’s a way of being in the world.

It’s conscious. Intentional. Ethical. Responsive.

It’s rooted in mystery, in training, in self-awareness.

It’s not escapism. It’s engagement.

It’s not ancient, but it is real.

It is yours to choose. And yours to carry forward.

Closing Invocation: The Witch’s Choice

I was not born in the mists of Avalon,

Nor raised in a hidden grove untouched by time.

I was born here,

In this fractured world, with its wires and noise and memory.

But something ancient stirred in me.

A voice. A dream. A name.

I remembered the path.

And then, I chose it.

I am not the heir of a perfect line.

I am the stitcher of remnants,

The singer of new songs in old tongues.

I am the witch, not by fate,

But by choice.

I know the myths I build,

And I build them with intention.

I name myself,

Not as one above,

But as one becoming.

I am the flame of many fires.

The facet of many truths.

The echo of ancestors, and the voice of what comes next.

I am witch.

And I am awake

“Dancing with Apophis: Witchcraft in the Shadow of Mercury”

Lean into the Retrograde. Twist the signal. Cast in the static.

But what if the witch doesn’t cower from chaos?

We’ve all heard the warnings:
Don’t sign contracts.
Double-check your emails.
Brace for tech glitches and tangled words.
And above all, don’t cast spells in Mercury Retrograde.

What if we choose to slip into the spiraling signal, to conjure within the static, to ride the tail of the Serpent of Unmaking himself and rewrite the rules from inside the glitch?

Because this isn’t just Mercury Retrograde; this is a summoning. A signal jam. A psychic hack.
And witches? We were born to speak in backwards tongues.

Shadow Magic Isn’t Passive

The retrograde shadow isn’t a rest stop. It’s the first echo of a storm, and we get to decide if we’re going to build sandbags… or ride the flood.

Yes, it’s a time when things break.
When the ghosts of old conversations knock on the door.
When truths slip between lines of code, and timelines twist like threads in a loom too ancient to name.

But instead of just “working out our shit”…
What if we used the shadow to cast some?

Apophis: The Serpent of the Void

Apophis is the force that challenges Ra each night.
He is entropy, breakdown, the refusal to comply with order.

But that’s not inherently evil. That’s opportunity.
When the structures that constrain are cracking, make something else.

Let Mercury scramble your enemies’ messages.
Let the misfires and missed calls twist around those who would silence truth.
Turn every garbled signal into a ward.
Let every glitch become a gate.

In the Age of Illusions & “Alternative Facts”

We are living in a world built on constructed realities. Misinformation, gaslighting, deep fakes, the entire media-sphere is a labyrinth spun from half-truths and curated chaos. The public is drowning in a sea of “alternative facts,” where the signal is buried in the static. And guess what? That is exactly the terrain Mercury Retrograde thrives on.

This is our playground.

While the masses scramble to fact-check and re-establish “truth,” witches can speak in the language of distortion and projection. Let the unseen sophistication of illusion become our conduit. Where reality is scrambled, magic can float in and reroute the current.

Harness the fog: When every feed is saturated in contradiction, layer your own spells in the swirl. Broadcast misdirection to entangle the deceivers’ own webs.
Mirror their nonsense: In a realm of gaslighting, mirror the confusion back at their feet. Use verbal sigils that thread contradiction into their messaging machine. Let their own lies immobilize them.
Manifest digital chaos: Amplify their nonsense signals by embedding strong witchcraft into viral content. A meme laced with intent travels faster than logic ever could.

Mercury’s retrograde shadow amplifies distortion and confusion, and in that lies opportunity. The more the world splinters in illusions, the more we can engineer our own fractures in systems of control. It’s not about illuminating truth, but weaponizing uncertainty.

Chaos as Spellcraft

For Inspiration:

Write a sigil to cause confusion in systems of oppression. Encrypt it in code, scatter it across the web, tuck it into hashtags.
Mirror curse: take their own words and twist them back. Mercury’s reversal makes this ripe.
Communication tangle jars: use tangled string, broken circuits, reversed speech to bind the mouths of liars.
Digital spell bombs: memes, phrases, videos that carry intent. Stealth magick inside the info-stream.

Spell-Weaving Through the Unseen

Try this:

Gather a handful of printed headlines or social media screenshots of blatant alternative facts.
Carve a reversed sigil of chaos into an obsidian mirror.
Arrange your headlines in a spiral around the mirror, face down, source-side hidden.
Chant:
“Words untrue, fold back on you. Twist the lie into your own. Mirror shards, corruption spawn.”
Breathe into the spiral, visualizing each bit of misinformation fusing into a knot in the mirror’s surface, trapping distorted words within its glass.
Shatter the mirror safely once the chant ends. Let shards represent their tangled illusions splintered apart.

Retrograde is perfect for nonlinear, multidimensional craft.
Do it backward.
Do it in secret.
Do it through symbols and static.

Why This Works in Retrograde

Mercury Retrograde thrives on breakdowns in communication, lost emails, false signals, and scrambled truths. It is the age of illusion distilled. In this period, your reversal and redirection of falsity is amplified:

You channel the broken signal, twist it inward.
You refract lies into disarray, even lies themselves become traps in your mirror.
You reclaim illusion as sacred material, transforming chaos into a weapon.

The Witch as Disruptor

The witch was never meant to soothe the machine.
We are not here to play nicely with empire.

Mercury Retrograde doesn’t have to be feared.
It can be the time we become the signal jam.
The whisper in the wires.
The ghost in the code.

In this era of disinformation, the witch is no longer simply a truth-seeker. You are the architect of misdirection, the signal jammer. Let Mercury Retrograde heighten the world’s dissonance, and let your chaos be the next wave.

Lean in.
Break patterns.
Reverse spells.
Cast hexes that stutter and loop.

Let Apophis kiss your third eye.

This Mercury Retrograde… don’t just survive.
Hack it.
Curse it.
Dance in it.
And remember:
Chaos is not your enemy.
It is your native tongue.

The Time of Apophis – A Witch’s Warning

I was warned.

It began more than twenty-five years ago, in a small living room thick with incense and shadow. The five of us sat cross-legged on the floor, chanting our invocation. My Priestess, Lady Teara, veiled and still, opened herself, and as the breath left her body, the Crone stepped in.

Her voice came low and dry, ancient as dust and bone.

“There will come a time,
of fire, famine, and war.
A time of great unmaking.
And you must be ready.”

I didn’t know it then, but that was the first time I heard the breath of Apophis coiling through the veil.

The warning returned, again and again, over the years. In dreams. In trance. In ritual.

The Crone came to me in different faces, sometimes as the Morrigan, sometimes cloaked and nameless. The only date she ever gave, spoken again through Lady Teara’s voice: “In twenty-five years.”

She never offered comfort. Just the knowing. Just the echo: Prepare.

And the gods of war began to stir.

Ares stood at the edge of my dreams, shield gleaming red. Tyr raised his stump of justice. Sekhmet’s eyes burned with plague and righteous flame. The Morrigan gathered her tribes, feathers blacker than the void between stars.

The war gods are walking again.
And they are not quiet.

We Were Told, But We Forgot

We thought the fire would come all at once. We imagined mushroom clouds, not slow-burn collapse.
But chaos rarely screams.
It whispers, through storm and flood, through smoke-blackened skies, through laws twisted into weapons against the people they once claimed to serve.

We saw the signs.

The Earth cried out, forests burning, oceans warming and rising, storms of untold strength, animals fleeing from lands gone silent. The people fractured, turning on each other, fed lie after lie until truth was drowned beneath spectacle.

Empires teetered.
Masks fell.
And still, we looked away.

But witches, real witches, do not look away.

We listen.
We feel the bones of the world humming underfoot.
And we know.

In 2015, I sat with a beloved friend and oracle. Together, we spoke again with the Morrigan.

She warned us once more, this time, more urgently.

A threat from the Great Bear.
A war that would begin in the early spring.
And something else: the rising of a name barely spoken for centuries, an obscure Egyptian deity suddenly surfacing in books, conversations, and even visions within our own circles.

Then, in late February of 2022, the war in Ukraine began.

The Morrigan had whispered: a time of chaos was at hand.
The time of Apophis had arrived.

Who Is Apophis?

Apophis, Apep, is not the devil.
He is not evil in the moralistic sense.
He is unmaking. He is entropy. He is dissolution.

He is what comes when truth collapses, when order fractures, when the center no longer holds.

In the stories of ancient Kemet, Apophis is the serpent of chaos, rising from the abyss each night to devour the solar barque of Ra.
He is not a creature of one strike, but of endless return.
Even if defeated, he comes again. Always.

He is the force that whispers:

“Nothing is real. Nothing matters. Burn it all down.”

Apophis unravels by lies.
He devours not only the sun, but the mind.
Confusion is his mist.
Division is his weapon.

He rises in propaganda, in conspiracy, in the algorithmic storm of a thousand half-truths.
He does not need to be believed, only to be repeated.
His power lies in erosion.
He wears down faith, coherence, meaning.

He comes when Ma’at, the principle of balance, truth, and justice, is weakened.

And make no mistake: Ma’at is bleeding.

Apophis slithers through every unchecked greed, every broken promise, every law twisted to serve power instead of people.
He delights when the people are too tired to care.
When cynicism replaces vision.
When witches forget their oaths to truth and become influencers instead of initiates.

This is not a bedtime tale.
This is the mirror we must not turn away from.

We are not living in Revelation.
We are living in the age of the Great Unbinding.

And yet, Ra still sails.
The sun still rises.

Not because the serpent is slain once and for all,
but because each night, someone stands to fight.

Let that someone be you.

The Witch’s Role

We were not born into this time by accident.

I believe this with all my soul: witches are not tourists in the age of collapse.
We are the ones who light the way through it.

We are threshold-walkers.
Grief-bearers.
Justice-callers.
And when the world frays, we do not run.
We weave.

We do not worship Apophis.
But we name him.
Not to glorify the serpent, but to understand the shape of the battle.

This is a spiritual war.
But not the kind preached from pulpits.

This is a war of forgetting vs. remembering.
Of greed vs. generosity.
Of silence vs. song.

It is a war for the soul of the Earth.
And it is being fought in courts and forests, kitchens and dreams.

Our ancestors knew how to survive collapse.
Their bones still remember.

So must we.

What You Must Do

Prepare. Truly. Learn to live with less. Store what you need. Know your neighbors.
Build your circles. Magical and mundane. No one survives alone.
Work your shadow. Do not bring your unhealed poison into the world. That is how tyrants are born.
Hone your gifts. Second sight. Word-craft. Protection. Conjuring joy.
Shield the vulnerable. Speak truth, even when your voice shakes.

And remember:

This is not the end.
This is the unraveling before the weave begins again.

This is the death throes of empire and patriarchy,
a last gasping grasp to hold power through fear and force.

But from this collapse, something else may rise.
Not dominion, but balance.
Not hierarchy, but wholeness.
A world where the sacred is not hoarded, but shared.

The Crone does not come only to destroy.
She comes to clear the way for rebirth.

The Mirror and the Flame

When the veil thins and the nights stretch long, I sit in ritual and I remember her words.

I remember the war gods watching.

And I remember: even Apophis cannot stop the sunrise.

I do not fear the dark.
I was made for it.

And if you’re reading this, so were you.

The serpent rises.

Let us rise higher.