By Lady Aurelia Ravenshade
Every witch has a mirror.
Some are carved in silver, others framed in gold — but all of them reveal more than what the eyes can bear.
The mirror is not a surface; it is a portal.
When I gaze into mine, I do not see vanity — I see lineage. I see every woman who ever swallowed her voice to survive, every priestess who was silenced for her wisdom, every goddess who learned to be feared before she was adored.
When I look closely enough, I see them looking back.
🕯 The Mirror as Oracle
There is an ancient power in reflection.
Long before we called it “self-love,” it was a form of divination.
To look upon oneself with reverence is to conjure the divine within.
The mirror does not show you what you look like — it shows you what you believe yourself to be.
Most people glance quickly and look away.
But the witch? She lingers. She studies the gaze, not the features. She listens to the energy behind the eyes — the whisper that asks, “Do you remember who you are?”
The witch nods, smiles faintly, and answers, “Always.”
🌹 The Ritual of Reflection
Each morning or night, I approach my mirror as an altar. I light two candles — one black, one white — for balance. Between them, I place a single rose, a token of self-devotion.
Then I speak softly:
“I honor the woman in the mirror. I see her power. I forgive her past. I trust her becoming.”
The flame trembles, and for a moment, the reflection wavers — not in distortion, but in awakening.
What looks back at me is not just a woman; it is the sum of every incarnation that brought her here.
When I finish, I trace my fingertips over the glass, sealing the ritual with a smile — a sacred acknowledgment that beauty and magic are not separate things.
🌒 The Power of Gaze
They say power corrupts, but I have learned that true power clarifies.
When you dare to see yourself fully — not as pretty, not as perfect, but as powerful — the illusions fall away.
You stop needing permission to be radiant.
You stop apologizing for your reflection.
Beauty, when sanctified, becomes your first spell.
It is not how others see you — it is how you charge the air around you when you walk into a room.
To look into your mirror each day is to remind the universe that you are not waiting to be chosen — you are remembering that you already are.
💋 When the Mirror Speaks Back
Sometimes, when the veil is thin and my candles burn low, the mirror hums faintly.
It is not a sound one hears with the ears, but with the heart.
It says:
“You are both creator and creation. Do not shrink from your reflection. It is not pride to love yourself — it is prophecy.”
In those moments, I bow my head slightly, in gratitude.
Not for what I see, but for what I finally understand:
The divine has always worn my face.
🔮 Closing Reflection
The witch’s mirror is not a tool for vanity — it is a vessel of remembrance.
When you learn to meet your own eyes without flinching, without judgment, without denial, you reclaim every fragment of power that shame once stole.
Look long enough, and you will see that the mirror is not showing you your reflection at all.
It is showing you your return.
🔮 Outro Signature
From the Manor of Shadows,
where whispers become wisdom and silence holds the sharpest truth.
— Lady Aurelia Ravenshade
