This is a recording of the talk I did at the very first Magickal Women Conference, held on 1st June in Kensington, London. Enjoy!

‘What to make of this strange and numinous image of a tree half burning from roots to tip the other half green?’

Yellows, purples and deep blues flit by, easily missed by most, or seen and unseen, scenery and nothing more. The beauty of the wildflowers, their existence forgotten if noticed at all and all before they’ve disappeared from view. All of this glimpsed as I stare out the window, seeking something other than the endless roads stretching ahead lined with traffic spewing fumes, the endless grey of industry and business.

“New oaks poke out below us in the street, where water runs around the lopped-off feet of some historic general whose head the children painted red.”

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The dark ages were really only dark for the rich…

“The reliance on science for method is tragic; instead of religion try aiming for magick.”

“Sending positive vibes…”

“Truth" is the secular reinvention of God, owned by those closer to the Christian idea of Man.

Wherever we find ourselves in the world, we can build a relationship to the land, to nature, right there. We can meld the knowledge of our ancestors to the land and in doing so, we make ourselves stronger.

Unlike Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man, we are not gods or supermen or cyborgs. We are human beings. And to be human to be limited. Ironically, it is in our capacity to embrace our finitude, to love it even, that our salvation lies.

Favelado/Favelada: A male/female resident of a Favela. Politically, the term is used to reappropriate a marginalized identity.

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You don't have to believe them when they tell you that your uniqueness is a sickness, that to defy them will mean your undoing, that it makes you the enemy.

Finding ourselves and rediscovering our closeness to nature is just the beginning of resistance. Gardening teaches us self reliance, it teaches us to work for ourselves and the joy that comes with eating produce grown with love and care. It highlights the symbiotic relationship we have with the land.

A poem about Gwydion, the Welsh magician god, and the shift from the woodland knowledge of gwydd to gwyddoniaeth ‘science’ which has played a role in our current ecological crisis (with accompanying notes on the mythic background).

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I will shake my hips and the ground will quake. I will open my wings and the wind will come.

“we can keep on using electricity and the internet for as long as it lasts but at the same time untying our satisfaction from transactions and possessions and our religion from teachers and prophets from far away and our ethics from facebook memes.”

We’re done with ruling and with those who rule, with what they built and all their useless tools.