the cruelty of her dreams

December 2, 2019

We find her in the heart of summer, in the shadow of a sturdy tree thronged with calmed birds unalarmed by her presence. Her schoolgirl demeanour would be excuse enough, and her modest dress, her neat hair… It is then that one notices the pallor of joy, the eyelids closed over the cruelty of her dreams, the teeth pressed to the blood-stained lips, the woman engrossed in her pleasure and savouring, through the caress of its plumage, a creature docile to the point of continuing to live. Since one has to hold one’s own, one invents, as an afterthought, the girl who ate birds.

Paul Nougé
The Girl Who Ate Birds

preserved by women

December 2, 2019

We can remove the lazy habit of gender which creeps into our speech, and say that it is more likely that this symbolic language was created and preserved by women, that they possessed these ritual tools themselves. Witchcraft throbs with a lunar menstrual rhythm. When we look at the acts and tools of the craft: the doll, thread, knot, needle, loom, wheel, poison, plant, chant, hearth, fire, home, it is an inevitable conclusion that these are female mysteries and have been since the dawn of time. But the hunt and the rites of men are also presided over by this pre-eminent figure as Mistress of the Beasts, whom the sorcerer, or devil, is beneath, and these separate streams flow together in the sexual conjoining of the full moon Sabbat.

Peter Grey
Apocalyptic Witchcraft