🔥 Stoking the Sacred Fire 🔥

The Scorpio eclipse fades, and Sagittarius rises — with hips that sway like smoke and lips that spit sparks.

The fire doesn't wait for permission. Neither should you.

Mars moves fast. Mercury sharpens the tongue.

This month belongs to the witch who burned the “nice girl” to ashes.

Under the searing sun of the Arizona desert, I lit a funeral pyre for the version of me who lived to make others comfortable —

The one who dimmed her light so no one else would feel exposed.

The one who whispered when she wanted to scream.

I danced the dark goddesses Lilith and Ishtar out of exile that day.

I let the desert do what it does best:

Burn away the bullshit.

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What didn’t survive the fire?

Mediocrity.

People-pleasing.

Comfort over truth.

What rose from the coals?

That Wild Witch.

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This is the month to say,

“Put your shades on, boo,

or face your fears in my presence.”

I’m not shrinking anymore. And neither should you.

🌿 Herbal Allies for the Sacred Blaze 🔥

November is not a season for subtlety —

it’s for striking the match.

This is the fire that simmers in the belly, burns through mediocrity, and leaves behind only what is true and necessary. As you tend your inner flame, call on the plants that know how to heat things up, body and soul.

These aren’t tea party herbs —

they’re spell ingredients for boldness, for breaking patterns, for burning illusions to ash.

🌶 Ginger – The sparkstarter. Ginger is the root that knows how to move things — blood, bile, stuck emotions. Slice it thin, steep it hot, and sip it like a potion to awaken your inner wild and stoke digestive fires. She doesn’t ask permission — she just acts.

🧡 Cinnamon – The sacred sweetener of spellwork. Cinnamon carries heat with a velvet cloak, blending power and pleasure. She’s sensual, protective, and full of ancient magic — perfect for charm bags, morning tonics, or dusting your altar with intention.

🧄 Clove – The guardian ember. Tiny but fierce, clove offers warmth and defense — an old-world warrior in your spice rack. She amplifies spells, protects the threshold, and gets the gut moving. Try her in tea or simmer with citrus as your own homemade shield.

🍊 Orange Peel – Solar zest and joy reborn. In a season that tends toward descent, orange is the flicker of mirth that says: “I am still worthy of delight.” She brings light to your brews, hope to your shadows, and a wink to your witch’s brew.

And yes — this is the season for Fire Cider 🧪

She’s got a cult following, a controversial past, and enough heat to rattle a trademark. But real witches know: you can’t copyright the cauldron.

Whether you make your own or craft your version of this fiery folk tonic, remember:

🔥 Medicine made in rebellion carries the strongest magic.

These are not just ingredients. They are fire spirits in root and bark form — here to help you digest your rage, amplify your voice, and walk forward blazing.

🧘‍♀️ Somatic Ritual: Core of the Wild Voice 🌬

This is not rage. This is reclamation.

🕯Light a candle. Place one hand over your solar plexus, the other over your throat.

🫁 Breathe into both hands.

Let the breath move like bellows — stoking, expanding, activating.

🌬 Begin to vocalize:

a hum, a hiss, a howl.

Not for anyone else — but for you.

If your belly wants to shake, let it.

If your thighs want to move, let them.

If your voice trembles, let it tremble until it doesn’t.

Say aloud:

“I do not exist to be palatable.

I do not shrink to soothe the room.

I speak. I burn. I become.”

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This is your somatic bonfire.

Return to it any time you feel yourself getting small.

💌 Invitation to Stoke the Flame 🔥

If something in this story sparked a flicker in your belly — a memory, a truth, a rebellion — I’d love to hear about it.

Maybe you’re feeling your own sacred fire rise. Maybe you're eyeing that fire cider recipe and wondering if it's too spicy for your cauldron. Or maybe you just want to whisper your spell into a place that can hold it.

✨ Drop me a line.

Ask about digestive fire, shadow work, rage rituals, or what it really means to make medicine when the world tries to water it down.

The Wild Witch is listening.

And my inbox is open like a doorway at dusk.

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Until next moon,

That Wild Witch