By Matthias Utomo “I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
I think there is quite a disconnect between Wicca and the Witch hunts of the past. But I do agree that we should remember the innocent women and men lost for fear of witchcraft and fatal enforcement of societal norms.