My great grandmother passed in 1994. I sat by her bedside, holding her hand. She told me to be myself, to live my life for me. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that the moment she let out that final exhale, something passed from her to me. I felt it - some rush of power - flood my body at that very instant. And my magickal practice has never been the same since.
And so on my great grandmother’s deathbed in 1994, I vowed 2 things to her:
- I will never let some random fucktard tell me who I am or who to be;
- And some way, somehow, our heritage will live on, like an ancient tree with roots grounded deep in the earth, and stretching to reach for the ancestral light of the stars.