Are You a Witch? Owning the Power We Were Taught to Fear
There’s a rare kind of moon in the sky right now — a Black Moon.
That’s the name given to the second new moon in a calendar month, something that only happens once every 33 months.
Unlike the brilliance of a full moon, the Black Moon doesn’t shine a spotlight. It doesn’t ask us to be out there, to be seen, to celebrate. It calls us inwards. Into the dark. Into stillness. Into the potency of silence, shadow, and truth.
And maybe you’ve been feeling it.
That unsettled, fiery energy that August brings — the longing for the cooler, calmer rhythm of September. The heaviness, the questions, the emotions rising without explanation.
Are You a Witch?
I want to ask you something:
Are you a witch?
Not the storybook kind. Not the caricature history painted of evil women with warts and broomsticks.
But a woman who feels.
A woman who knows.
A woman who listens to the whispers in the wind, the guidance in her gut, the ancient memory that stirs in her bones.
Because being a witch isn’t about the label.
It’s about living in tune with nature, with cycles, with intention. It’s about remembering that magic is simply intention amplified.
When we set an intention, connect it to the Earth, anchor it in ritual — we are casting spells. And we’ve been doing that forever.
The Witch Wound
But here’s the truth: when we reach for that power, something else often rises too.
Fear. Doubt. The shrinking.
This week in history carries a shadow that still lingers. In August 1692, at the height of the Salem Witch Trials, multiple women were hanged. That month was heavy with fear, silencing, persecution.
And energy leaves residue.
The wheel of the year turns, and when we arrive back at this place, we feel it — especially those of us carrying witch codes in our bones.
That unexplained anxiety, the resistance to being visible, the sudden urge to go quiet or question yourself… that’s the witch wound.
It isn’t always just yours.
Sometimes it’s ancestral. Sometimes it’s collective. Sometimes it’s remembrance.
Reclaiming What Was Lost
And so this Black Moon isn’t just an invitation inward.
It’s an invitation to reclaim.
To say: We don’t cast spells in hiding anymore.
We cast in honour of the women who never got to.
We rise for the ones who couldn’t.
We speak for the ones who were silenced.
Every time we own our magic, every time we stand in our truth, every time we choose not to shrink, we heal the wound. We honour them.
We are the witches they could not burn.
A Simple Reclamation Ritual
You will need:
A candle (any colour)
A small bowl of water
A stone, crystal, or something from nature
Paper and pen
Steps:
Create your space.
Light the candle. Place the bowl of water and the stone before you, creating a simple altar of fire, water, and earth.Remember.
Close your eyes. Feel the ground beneath you and whisper:
“I remember. I remember the women who came before me.”Write your power back.
On your paper, write these words:
I reclaim my magic.
I reclaim my knowing.
I reclaim my power.
I am the witch who remembers.
I am the witch who rises.
I am the witch they could not burn.Read them aloud three times.
Anchor it.
Dip your fingers in the water and touch your forehead, your heart, and your hands, saying:For my knowing.
For my love.
For my power to create.
Keep the talisman.
Hold the stone and whisper your intention into it. Keep it somewhere visible as a reminder of your reclaimed power.
Journal With It
Afterwards, ask yourself:
What rose up in me during this ritual?
Where am I still shrinking?
What does being a witch mean to me?
What would it look like if I fully owned my witch?
What intention do I choose to carry forward from this Black Moon?
Write freely. Let whatever needs to be remembered, be remembered.
Daily Affirmation
Each morning this week, place your hand on your heart and speak these words aloud:
I reclaim my magic.
I reclaim my knowing.
I reclaim my power.
I am the witch who remembers.
I am the witch who rises.
I am the witch they could not burn.
Let them echo through your cells.
So I’ll ask you again: Are you a witch?
Maybe you’ve known it for years.
Maybe you’ve never dared to call yourself one.
Maybe you’ve simply felt “different” and not known why.
But here’s what I know — if you’ve been feeling this week’s energy, if you’ve been waking in the night with buzzing, with tears, with a sense that something is moving through you that isn’t just yours… you are remembering.
And when we remember together, we rise together.
We are the witches they could not burn.
And we are here.
Now.
With love for you and all of our witchy kin
Laura x
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