activist witches

Calling all activist witches: Join your local coven in the magical resistance! Come for the fancy spells, stay to hex the system.

Welcome back to California Witchcraft and holy shit welcome back to another day of 2020.

Watching the events of the past couple of weeks unfold here has, for very obvious reasons, made it very clear that there are some very pressing issues we need to address. And while these recent issues have truly emphasized this need, we have BEEN needing to talk about this for a long time.

The time has come (like seriously, the time has come and it came looong ago) to actively use our witchy powers for the magical resistance against racial injustice and inequality. We need activist witches conjuring up a better future in both the physical and ethereal realms. As this meme that has been circulating so eloquently put it, being a witch means stepping into a history of oppression…

And it means stepping up right now, when the world needs us most.

We are living in a time where systematic racism and racial injustices at the hands of the government are allowed to exist and persist. This can not continue. And we don’t need any more white tears or white people just saying they feel bad. We need actual change. So I hereby commit to really be that bitch that presses the issue, and I am NOT going to shut up about it.

The time has come for the magical resistance to collectively rise up in defense of compassion for the living beings of this earth. We have incarnated as magical beings on this earth to work our magic here. So the time has come to really put those spells into action.

Did you know that there are witches all over the world, and thanks to the power of the Internet we are able to network and connect with each other to coordinate our efforts? (That was not the case a few plagues ago. Lucky us.) The “magical resistance” of witches fighting for positive change to our political consciousness is very real, and very present in the physical, spiritual, and virtual realms.

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