From the Temple of Lilith to the Wild Path
Once, there was a temple born of midnight fire and ancient breath.
The Temple of Lilith rose as a chalice for those called to shadow wisdom, sacred flame, and the fierce grace of the Dark Mother.
Within its walls gathered powerful souls.
Together they awakened through devotion, shadow illumination, and ecstatic sovereignty of spirit.
The current moved fierce and full, shaping every heart that entered, revealing truth and sharpening will.
When the cauldron had poured all it came to offer, the temple exhaled and returned to starlight and bone memory.
Fulfilled and complete, its flame lives now in the marrow of those who walked its path,
in breath, in blood memory, in the quiet spark that remains when a rite has done its work.
The temple served its purpose.
We carry the embers.
From that holy fire, I rise in true form.
This has always been me,
wild witch of earth and breath,
walking with the land and the ancestral whisper in my bones.
I rise from the ashes of stone and altar, stepping into wild earth and living breath.
I walk in harmony with wind and root, with soil and spirit,
The wild earth is my temple, and I live my own untamed truth,
a witch shaped by land, sky, and sea, with magic older than time,
a living breath that grows and evolves in the wild and untamed heart.
Lilith opened the gate.
I stepped through into the freedom of living magic.
Creation continues here, in the wild, in the land, in the breath.
Art becomes spell.
Movement becomes witchcraft in motion.
Voice becomes incantation.
Touch becomes blessing.
The world becomes temple.
I am Maggie Moon, a Bean Feasa of wild earth and starlight, herb-craft and spell song, keeper of breath woven magic. Breath woven into spell, spell woven into body, and body moving with the rhythms of the land.
I walk the hedge where the seen and unseen intertwine, where bone remembers and roots speak, where the body becomes altar and the world reveals itself as sacred and alive.
My craft rises from root and star, from shadow and flame, guided by ancient fire, then opened through earth and wind into the deep remembering of the old craft, filled with wilderness and ancient witch-hood.
I honor the old currents and weave them anew
I carry them forward through spell and herb, through movement and breath, through voice as incantation and touch as blessing, through tarot as oracle and mirror, through embodied magic that rises from earth and sky.
This path calls to those who feel the ancient pull in their blood, those drawn to wild witchcraft and the living land, to the old souls who sense the wind speaking in branches,
to seekers of traditional ways, to artists of spirit and shadow, to those who long to remember their power in softness, instinct, raw wonder, and reverence.
Together we cultivate enchantment through ritual and movement, through herb and flame, through ash rites and tarot sorcery, through somatic magic and sacred embodiment, through returning to the body as temple and the land as kin.
I am here to guide, to awaken, to remind, to help you step into your own bone-deep knowing, your wild inheritance, your witch-breath, your untamed brilliance.
We walk the hidden path as living magic, rising in remembrance,
root to star,
breath to earth,
witch to world.
We Rise.
