RECLAIM YOUR VOICE. REMEMBER YOUR MAGICK.
​RISE AS THE SACRED REBEL.

who is this wild women with a lot to say? 

I am not here to fit into dusty traditions or follow brittle rules. I am here to forge, to spark, to uncover new pathways through reality.
I believe magick is alive, not a museum piece.
It crackles under my skin. It howls through my blood. It does not whisper politely; it demands.
I weave rituals from both ancient bones and future storms.
I do not ask permission to create.
I do not apologise for making my own spells, my own shapes, my own symphonies of power.

COME WEAVE WITH ME.
COME REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.
THE FUTURE IS BUILT FROM THE STORIES WE DARE TO SPEAK.

do you know there is a place Where land breathes, tides sing, and stories rise like mist from the earth.. come play with me in the higher realms this year at glastonbury.

RECLAIMING OUR MYTHIC FUTURE?

WE ALEAYS BEGIN IN THE TEMPLE CAVE -
WHERE SHADOWS ECHO THE STORIES YET TO BE TOLD.
The Temple Cave is the sacred root of all we weave - an unseen, humming space where myth and memory meet. It is a womb of wild truth, a threshold between worlds, and one of the few sacred places I teach and share from.  Beneath the noise, beneath the surface, where soul speaks and the old magic still lives.  Every course begins here, every voice activated from this space in the stillness and shimmer of the in-between.

​The intention of this space is clear - a sacred rebellion,  a devotion to self, to voice, to wild truth. It is a return to the body's knowing, to the spells we were never meant to forget, and to the power that comes when we choose to reclaim ourselves and our voices,  fully, fiercely, and without apology. 
All those with an open heart of curiosity are welcome. 
To become a living myth  is the first step in writing the rebellion that shapes the future.
OPENING WITH THE 8/8 PORTAL..

wild - THE RETURNING AS THE HUNTRESS

Once you begin to see that planetary love isn't sentimental. It's wild, participatory and ferel with meaning the path begins to unfold before you. What if we weren't the hunted anymore? But the hunter? What if the land had all the answers and support just waiting for you if you stepped off the most trodden of paths?

Wild was supposed to wait. It was meant to rest quietly until October.
Because Wild is a little dark. It’s a little raw. But Spirit has been tugging on my cloak tails, whispering that it’s time- Time to speak, while the bracken is still high and the sunsets linger long.
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​We’ve lost something in the way we connect now. Everything is fast, filtered, fleeting. But the real stuff - the stuff that lasts - happens when we slow down. When we listen. When we gather with purpose. That’s what I want this space to be. A place to land. A place to remember what matters. Join my monthly mailing list and gather with us..
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