Do you know someone who might be interested in these offerings? Please forward this email to them and share our PODCAST! Queer Conjure is an independent operation that depends on "word-of-mouth" for new supporters!

Jasper Writes About The Queer Divine.

My queer witches. How is your connection to divinity? What do you notice in your body when you pause and check in with your connection to the spirits/gods/gxddxx/planets/Universe/Ancestors/etc.? Do you feel a mysterious awe, an opening? Do your shoulders move in to protect your chest? There’s no right or wrong answer here. 

I dare say, as queer witches, we share religious traumas that often damage our relationship to the animistic queer source of magic that is our birthright. Some of us flinch at the very mention of god. I certainly used to, and depending on context, I still do. But as Spring sneaks in with little buds of color on the redbud trees, and the bee balm starts to poke up in my garden, I feel my soul’s connection to the Queer Source of this Earth. I feel the divine and loving relationship between myself and the Universe. Everything I touch feels full of magic. Full of godx. Full of sacred purpose. Full of mystery.

I will never kneel before an authoritarian sky daddy. The gods of Greek and Norse mythology were kind of self-absorbed jerks, and no longer interest me. The concept of Gaia is saturated with womb-elitist correlations and doesn’t feel accessible to me anymore. Judeo-Christian and other Abrahamic traditions simply do not interest me. (Though I love all of my queer Jewish friends and am grateful to witness the great beauty in their rituals.)

But something unnamed fills me with ecstasy and rapture. Something unexplained allows my witchcraft devotions to persist. Something holy within me feels the intimate connection to an infinite source of animistic queer sentience. For me, Queer Divinity is crystal clear; so is my connection to Them. 

Over the past two months, I’ve been slowly but surely filling out an application to an interfaith seminary program. It’s quite possibly the most paradoxical thing I’ve ever done. “Reverend Witch” is a bit of an ironic and satirical job description. But that is what the queer source has been calling me to do. When I was interviewing with the dean of admissions, he asked if I was Wiccan. While I was brought up that way, it doesn’t appropriately describe my current philosophies , beliefs or traditions. I tried explaining that I do not ascribe to any organized religion but my queer witchcraft is deeply reverent. I am devoted to, and an extension of, the undefinable Queer Divine. There is no separation between Them and me. It's truly Blessed to Be.

Journal prompt: Where in your life do you experience a mysterious and intimate connection?

 Get 10% off our book of the month here!

Queering the Tarot By Cassandra Snoww 

Ava Chanelling:

How can we queer the way of decision making?

I’ve been an altar tender, a god denier, a hellscape apologist. I’ve been an academic, a world traveler, a hermit. I’ve lived many lives, even under this same name. Along the way I’ve been slammed against the wall of my ego like a pinball machine. I’ve cursed it, for always influencing me to become something I hate, only to remind me how much I hate it. This ego, they have been trained. I told my therapist today “I don’t remember authentic and present interaction as a child, I only remember being told who and how to be.” What is wrong, what is right. Who is bad, who is good. Never curiosity, inspiration, intuition, or discernment. My ego is my bodyguard, my safety through an ever changing morality. My ego has been trained in the language of hate. My anger has become fuel for abandonment and isolation. 

Many people within spiritual communities praise the death of the ego, but the ego does not die. I wonder, can we teach our ego’s a different language? What if, when we are drawn to keep cutting off the dead leaves, we first look to see if the roots are getting enough water?

As non-hierarchical beings, it is outside of our realm to decide who is better or worse. This is not a plea to dismiss anger or to override your boundaries. Many of us have seemingly relied on our anger and our boundaries to distinguish who is a rotten and vile person. This is ,rather, an inquiry. How can we train the tool of the ego to find the route of peace? Im beginning to ask my ego, what is fun for me right now? Because what is “right” exists within a binary, always at war with the “wrong”. How do we start with easing the war within?

Support Ava by following on instagram and/or venmoing @Ava-Schwartz-2