Friday the 13th: an ancestral echo that you were always powerfulβ
Once upon a time,
when women were temples, wild creatures, and guardians of the earth β
They were not cursed for what they wore, but venerated for what they remembered. The spoke to the plants. They danced with the moon, their spells were prayers woven from love β
Witch of the cosmos, where time does not exist, where you are a magician and creatrix β
13 is the sacred number of feminine rebirth, creation, fertility and blood ππ©Έ
