Please friend, do come in and sit down in this comfy chair.

I can make you a tea to sip as you read this old book of mine. Maybe a bit of Damiana with some rosemary leaves?

Take your time.

Between these pages you’ll find beautiful recipes. For heartbreak, for lucid dreams, for fascination… but most importantly you’ll get to know the floaty spirits of the four winds, the gentle voice of mugwort, the sparkly flame that makes your pupils dance.

You’ll see as clear as day the connection between events, the joyful appearance of synchronicity, almost as happy to see us as we are to notice her. How every action causes a reaction in the delicate net of consciousness that creates the fabric of existence.

You, my friend, will be aware of the subtle appearance of magic, as we wouldn’t recognise it if it wasn’t recorded in the words you are going to read in my overly ornate handwriting.

And oh, yes, some ink might have faded due to a tear or two, and possibly some sigils might have bumped into the mark of my red velvet lipstick here and there…

Here in my book, there are forgotten deities and the way they kindly responded to my poems when the moon was blue and hazy.

There are many gifts of coins, sweets, Angel’s songs. Cuban cigars and peonies. There’s so much light and also shadow. Shadows darker than moonless nights.

A black cloak keeping the illusion away and maintaining the naked essence without the need to be ever baptised.

As you know, my dear, back in the terrifying time of the fires, the brave hearts that walked the path of the great Work had to hide these Grimoires and keep their knowledge in secret with only their familiars as witnesses.

Today we celebrate our beliefs with freedom, thank Goddess!

Nowadays prejudice is the new inquisition. Many witchy people turn their back on their magick so they are not perceived as ignorant or superstitious, so bravery is important, and also the capacity of not having many fucks to give.

Probably that’s the reason why witches have been associated with older women, free from having to please others, and confident enough to invest time and energy in the occult.

By now maybe you wouldn’t mind me calling you witch, I guess?

We are all reclaiming this word with deep honour and responsibility, reshaping it’s meaning, ritual by ritual, spell by spell.

So, keep on reading, witch, as this book contains the same fears and dreams as any other’s book of shadows. And if you ever feel like it, I can guide you to write your own, so your own Magick will never be forgotten and will help this world to be a better place.