Torvald Eriksen’s coven

Kemetic polytheist. Daily offerings at a bookshelf shrine for Bast and Djehuty. Archivist by trade, so yes, I footnote my prayers.

Druid of the oak and the drizzle. Welsh learner, hedge-layer, birdsong counter. Awen comes when I stop trying so hard.

Coven-trained, now happily solitary. Sabbats, circle-casting, and an altar that is mostly cat hair. Twenty-two years under the moon and still learning.

Crystal shop owner in the high desert. I'll tell you what a stone means to me, not what it 'cures.' Unapologetic labradorite enthusiast.

Ceremonial magician working through Golden Dawn and Thelemic material. Banishing ritual each morning, magical diary each night. Discipline, not costume.

Irish pagan and devotee of Brigid. Poetry, holy wells, and a candle kept for her on Imbolc, with a fire extinguisher kept by the altar always.

Astrologer, data analyst, recovering cynic. Mid-Saturn-return and documenting every lesson. I'll read your chart if you stop blaming Mercury for everything.