Reclaiming Somatics, Sex, and Witchcraft

We Are the Daughters of the Witches They Tried to Burn

For centuries, the most dangerous woman wasn’t the one who wielded a sword—
She was the one with her feet in the soil,
Her hands on a womb,
Her voice unapologetically rooted in truth.

The medicine woman. The healer. The midwife. The witch.

These were not myths. They were real women—embodied, intuitive, deeply connected to the rhythms of the Earth, the cycles of the moon, and the wisdom of the body.
They knew how to soothe the nervous system, invoke altered states of consciousness, bring life into the world, and guide souls into death.
They held power.
And that power terrified the Church.

During the rise of both Protestant and Catholic institutions, women's embodied knowing—through somatics, sexuality, and spirituality—was seen as dangerous. It couldn’t be controlled, taxed, or codified. So it was demonized.
Thousands—millions—of women were silenced, burned, erased. Their gifts were outlawed. Their medicine buried beneath shame.
They were called witches and feared for their power.
And even today, embodied women are still among the most feared—because what cannot be controlled is deeply feared.

Though the flames of the witch trials have gone out, the trauma still lives in our bodies today.

We feel it in the tightening of our throats when we speak up.
In the clenching of our wombs when we say no.
In the shame that surfaces when we feel too much, want too much, or dare to take up space.

Western therapy often frames pain as a personal issue. It focuses on the individual story—on healing the self. But much of our suffering is collective. Passed down. Living in our blood, our bones, our nervous systems.

For as long as I can remember, I was told I was “witchy.” I was sexualized too young and shamed for craving intimacy, connection, and emotional depth. I felt everything. I was attuned to the Earth, the animals, the subtle energies no one else seemed to notice.

Until one day... I wasn't.

The world got loud. The shame stuck.
I learned to shrink, numb, disconnect.
I traded wildness for safety.
I forgot who I was.

But the memory lived on in my body.
The ache to return never left.

And now—like so many women—I’m finding my way back.

Through somatics, I’ve re-learned the language of my body.
Through sexual reclamation, I’ve shed layers of guilt and come home to my desire.
Through earth-based practices, I’ve remembered who I was before the world told me who to be.

This is not a trend.
This is a collective reckoning.

If you’ve found your way here, chances are you too are a descendant of those they tried to erase.

I’ve seen again and again how awakened women activate deep, ancient codes of resilience and strength within themselves.

They carry an unshakable fire—rising from the depths of hell time and time again,
Alchemizing pain into power.
Shattering patriarchal systems designed to silence and separate.
Reclaiming their voice, and lighting the way for others to do the same.

We come from women who were silenced—but their strength remains.
Though many were forced into silence through fear, punishment, or exclusion, their wisdom lives on in us—not just their trauma.
Their resilience is woven into our bones.

Our lineage is one of resistance. Of power. Of healing.
And this very resilience is our foundation as we reclaim our place in the world.

We are the daughters of the witches they tried to burn.
And we rise by reclaiming the ground beneath our feet — and like so many others, maybe today you too begin the descent back into your heart and womb.