🌓 You Are the Bridge Between Light & Shadow

Do you ever wonder if you are a good person?

We are often fed a quiet lie: that a good person is someone who is always gentle, always forgiving, always doing “good deeds.”

Women, especially, were trained into this illusion: we are praised for silence. Rewarded for endurance. Sanctified for suffering.

A woman with no anger is called holy. A woman with anger is called crazy.

But once, before the stories were flattened, before women were taught to shrink their fire, before goodness was confused with obedience, the witches knew this truth:

There is no war between Light and Darkness. There is only consciousness learning itself through contrast.

A woman without anger has no teeth. And a woman without teeth cannot protect what she loves.

🌤️ Light and Shadow Were Never Enemies

Light and Shadow are not rival powers. They are sisters:
• Light is awareness, sight, clarity, blessing, breath.
• Shadow is instinct, grief, rage, memory, blood, bone.

Shadow is not evil. It’s what was buried alive.

There is no demon hunting humanity. There is pain that was never allowed to speak, moving through bodies, inherited through generations like a restless ghost.

🔥 Anger Is Sacred Fire

Anger is not the opposite of love. Anger is love that says: “Enough.”

It’s the flame that draws the boundary circle.
The heat that keeps the wolves out.
The spark that says never again.

The patriarchy feared angry women because anger awakens sovereignty.

A witch without anger is easy to burn.
A witch who has claimed her anger cannot be ruled.

Repressed rage turns inward and rots. Honored rage becomes warding magic. This is why they told you it was sinful.

🌑 Shadow Integration: The Old Initiation

Shadow work is kneeling in the dark forest and calling back the parts of yourself that were exiled:
• the girl who learned silence to survive
• the woman who learned sweetness to stay safe
• the fury that was swallowed
• the instincts that were shamed.

To integrate the shadow is to whisper: “Come home. You belong.”

The witch who knows her shadow is not cruel.
She is contained.

🕯️ A Spell of Reframing

Instead of:

“There is a war between light and darkness and I must choose the light.”

Speak this instead:

“I walk with both the torch and the blade, and I know when to use each.”

This is not corruption.
This is maturity of the soul.

If a spiritual path demands:
• your exhaustion
• your silence
• your self-erasure
• your endless forgiveness

That is not awakening. That is a cage painted gold.

True magic returns your body to you. It doesn’t feed it to the crowds.

🌑 The Witch’s Dance 🌕

You are not here to transcend your shadow. You are here to dance with it under the moon.

You have lived in luminous temples woven with crystalline harmonics, and you have also knelt in the forest, blood on your hands and grief in your bones, cursing injustice under a black moon.

Let the Light in you bless and heal.
Let the Shadow in you guard and remember.

One pours the wine.
The other locks the gate.

Together, they keep the temple safe.

Because who you are is not purity.
And not darkness.

You are the Light-bearer and the Shadow-Walker.
The bridge of bone and starlight.

🌕 Light in your crown. Shadow in your roots. Fire in your belly. 🌑

And may no one ever convince you
that you must choose only one.