Forget what you know about sin. The biggest sin you ever committed, the one they never told you about, was forgetting the power in your own bones. It wasn't a fall from grace; it was a forced disconnect from your own divinity.
They called us witches to make us small.
To silence us.
To sever us from our power.
They twisted the word like a blade, aiming to cut us off from our own strength. They burned not just our bodies, but our sovereignty, our wisdom, our deep, primal connection to the earth. They tried to destroy our knowing, to erase the truth from our blood. But the witch never died. She went underground, waiting.
She was a seed beneath the frost, lying dormant, ready to sprout when the time was right.
The System of Chains
They lied.
They told us we needed a god to worship, a book to follow, a priest to mediate. They told us we were a sinner, born broken, and that our power was a curse to be feared. They wanted us to believe we were small because they knew the immense, untamed power we carry.
Think of the circus elephant. As a baby, it’s chained to a small stake. It pulls and strains, but the pain teaches it a lesson: freedom is impossible. It grows into a massive, powerful creature, strong enough to rip that stake from the ground with a single tug.
But it never tries.
The memory of the pain keeps it chained, believing it's still powerless.
For us, those chains were religion.
The rules. The sin. The expectations of others.
The chains we were given as children still feel unbreakable today. They feel like part of us, so deeply ingrained we can’t imagine a life without them.