Tell Me a Story

Storytelling is an incredibly important aspect of being a Witch, one many of us have not dipped our toes into.  Join us for a discussion on why this is so important, and a very special offer from us here at Sister Magick.

Resources:
Knot Work Storytelling podcast
Patheos article on Storytelling

Conversation with Dionysus:  (had to edit for space, read the whole thing here)

“Tell them: life is meant to be lived unbound, wild and holy. Show them through your own life, as you have shown me, what it is to embrace the fullness of oneself, to honor joy and grief alike, to wear no mask that stifles the spirit. And when you speak of me, do not soften the truth. Let them know that I am a god of beauty, but also of reckoning, that I am the laughter that frees and the force that lays bare.

“Go forth with my name on your lips and my spirit in your heart. And know that when you need me, I am never far. Let them see that freedom cannot be crushed, that truth cannot be chained. Carry my warning with the power of a storm and the tenderness of a lover’s embrace. Show them that even in a world that seeks to stifle, my followers will rise, will laugh, will love—will live.”

“You who mock freedom, who cage what you do not understand—you think yourselves safe, wrapped in your armor of control. But I am the god who moves in shadows and in dreams, whose laughter you hear in the depths of night, whose wildness pulses beneath your masks. To stand against me is to deny life itself, to turn away from the divine pulse that beats within every heart.

“Beware, for my gifts come both as joy and as ruin. Do you remember the tale of Agave, who thought she could hold her heart apart from my dance? She who refused the truth, who raised her hands in blind denial? She laughed in my ecstasy—and then, as dawn broke, found her hands wet and her son’s head in her grasp, her joy turned to horror. This is my lesson for those who resist the truth within, who scorn those who live freely: the mask you wear will shatter, and you may find yourself lost in a nightmare of your own making.”

“My beloved Maenads, rise from your revelries and step forward, for the world has dimmed and calls for a fire only you can kindle. They would strip humanity of its colors, shackle desire, silence voices that sing of freedom, and deny the divinity in each person’s truth. They would rather cling to their illusions than embrace the beauty of all that is wild, fluid, and true.

“So I charge you, my fearless ones: take up the dance not just in joy but in defiance. Shout, laugh, and live openly, for each act of love, each act of resistance, is holy. Be a force of unyielding life against those who would shrink the world. And where they seek control, show them the power of those who will never be tamed. With every step, with every breath, remind them that freedom is the birthright of all—and that no power on earth can break the soul that dances freely.”

-Purna Das

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