📚🤎Witches.🤎📖

📚🤎Witches.🤎📖

How many were afraid?

How many people still do harm in the name of a stupid superstition born of ignorance?

Every day I think of the hundreds of WOMEN tortured, 

raped, 

marked in the flesh and in the soul, 

imprisoned, 

burned alive, 

buried, 

walled up amidst screams and pain.

Because senseless men could not accept not being up to their talents, 

even if protected by a faceless God.

Because women without shame could not admit that they were the mud copy of a superior design.

Because no one and none of them admitted their inferiority in the presence of WOMEN who contained in their minds and hearts oceans of knowledge, 

culture, 

ability, 

talent, 

love, 

sensuality, 

purity, 

infinity, 

goodness. 

for the world and for every future generation.

The Past is a scar that not even time can hide.

When we fight for the Freedom of every living being.

When we study.

When we sink our hands and mind into books.

When we heal.

When we build.

When we prepare the soul to welcome dreams.

When we rely on nature.

When we embrace the night.

When we smile at the seasons.

When we teach our daughters and sisters the bond that unites us across time and distance.

When we transform fear into courage and tears into strength.

When we love.

We are Witches. 

We are women.

We are daughters, 

grandchildren,

witnesses of every Soul burned in the fires of poison, 

flames, 

insults and smoke,

of malice full of hatred,

of violence without forgiveness.

They wanted to eliminate us. 

They made us eternal.

Friday the 13th.

The number 17.

Black cats.

On Tuesday.

The fear of the night.

The magic potions.

The power of nature... 

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