Hundreds of years ago I would’ve been put to death for what I think and feel, and who I am.


Perhaps I was. I speak the unspeakable.


Randi Buckley

Speaking The Unspeakable


Magic is simply making the unseen seen, a shift in perception, or the unspoken heard. It is an honoring of worldly (and otherworldly) nature and our own.


The unspeakable is your wild wisdom, your intuition and your deep desire: a holy trinity of extravagant power in everyday women. The unspeakable is both unique and collective. The unspeakable is a departure from what no longer serves you. To speak it gives voice and action to your truth.


Unspoken truths are a muzzle on the soul with the whispers of your heart marking time by carving notches into its walls, like a forgotten prisoner of an innocent crime.


Speaking the unspeakable transforms it. It becomes our magic and our power. What we can’t say rules us, and we are not meant to be ruled.


What will happen if you fan the flames of your truth, breathe air into its starved lungs or give words to your feelings?


Standing in your truth and owning it is also remembering the witches- the wise women who lived by their own lights, intuition and desires: les sages-femmes, jordmødrene, healers, teachers, storytellers and more. It’s honoring your lineage and sending up a smile to those that came before you and answering the dreams of those who will come after you.


Without owning our full selves, our wings are clipped.


A bird can still sing for its master but never the song of her own experience, never the call of her own desire. She will miss her own flight and her own soaring.


Wise women throughout the ages have known The Rule of Threes. Whatever you put out there will come back to you threefold. It’s exponential. And so are you. A bird with wings.


Speaking your truth, your desire.


Your bones know. They are tuning forks for the soul. When we strike the right note, we feel it in our marrow. Deep knowing comes from within. The bones that give our earthly bodies structure also carry the resonance of our truth. For our souls to sing, this truth must be spoken.


Transformation. Magic. The way of a witch, the art of a woman. Without it harmony is off and we are either sharp or flat with the subtlest vibrato of melancholy.


Speaking the unspeakable is a moment of death.


It is the time between the removal of the respirator mask and breathing on our own. It is a gasp we lose and a heartbeat we drop. It’s in the pause we discover it’s not our lives we’ve surrendered, but our suffering. We come alive.


A call to speaking the unspeakable is not a call against men. It is not a rallying cry to triumph over the masculine. We need that too. But the world needs our healing and our touch. The masculine is the steward, the feminine is the earth. We are both. Our soul is like a Raven between them.


The unspeakable is that you are a wise woman, a fount of the feminine, maiden, mother and crone.  Wise and full of desire. The unseen seen, is making that desire a reality and using that wisdom.


The time is here. You can say it and you can live it. You’ve put your ear to the ground and have heard the terrain is safe and the tide has changed. It’s your turn. It’s our turn again, and it will remain so. We must be heard and we want to hear you. Your unspeakable truth is the elixir the world needs. It’s bigger than you and it’s within you. It’s the stuff of the stars and longs to return to the night sky and reflect your light.


You, my dear are sacred. Be heard.


If you have yet to be called an incorrigible, defiant woman, don’t worry, there is still time…

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés


Join Randi Buckley, Amy Palko, Laurie Rosenfeld, Emelie Rota and Kathleen Prophet, on Tuesday, November 13th, at 5:00 p.m. PT for a Samhain Ritual Webinar Remembering the Witches & Embody Your Sacred Powers.  Sign up for the event below.