I was birthed from a storm. Plucked out of the eye and tied to this earth. The storm I call my Mother, materialized in form. As I grew older, I watched and studied her. The magnitude of her Power. Every nuance of her sweeping motions. She taught me to be a force of my own nature. Calling herself a witch when no-one was around. She’d garden and bring dead plants back to life. I’ve always been in awe of my Mother. Creating potions from roses and lavender. A cure for every ailment. An answer for any query. It wasn’t long before I began to create my own magic. Learning to read the stars, understanding the origin of dreams. Mirrors were another reality. A portal to a world just like ours, and if I wasn’t careful enough, I’d be stuck on the other side. Things I couldn’t see. And whenever the sun or moon would eclipse, we always made sure to bare witness. So with all this, I just knew the world we’re born into, is a world made like any other dream. If we can just make ourselves conscious enough, maybe we can create changes like we do when we’re awake in our dreams. Who knows. Till then, I’ve gathered as much knowledge as I could about numbers, symbols, psychology, mythology, druidism, shamanism, black magic, occultism, astrology, and countless other texts of dark matter, spirituality, and manifestation. I would say my methods are unorthodox but they are designed for optimal potency. If anything I mention here scares you, consider it fiction. For the rest of you who are interested, let’s embark on a journey into the Weird!