Spiritual Empowerment – Moonzie Momma

From The Goddess Companion April 5

An illustrative calendar-style painting of the Lithuanian sun goddess Saule. She is a regal woman with long blonde hair, wearing a flowing golden silk gown and an ornate silver crown made of gilded leaves. She walks gracefully across the shimmering surface of a lake at sunset. A heavy, embroidered gilt shawl slips from her shoulders, and she wears polished slippers. The image is framed by a decorative wooden border with sun motifs and features the text "April 5" along with a poetic description from Lithuanian folksongs.

April 5 Saule wears silken garments,with a silver crown, with a silver crown, made of gilded leaves. Saule crosses the lake, brilliant as tinsel,a crown of gold on her head, and polished slippers on her feet. Goddess mother Saule there above the river, her shawl, her gilt shawl, slipping from […]

The First Quarter Moon in Leo: Step into Your Sovereign Power

A mystical illustration of a witch in purple celestial robes with long dark hair, holding a glowing wand and channeling a fiery golden lion leaping from a magical portal. The scene is set against a sunset ocean background with a first quarter moon, containing text that reads "May 20, 2025, First Quarter Moon, 6:58 AM" and a banner at the bottom that says "Step into your sovereign power."

The First Quarter Moon in Leo: Step into Your Sovereign Power The cosmos is calling us to level up, and the universe isn’t whispering—it’s handing us a microphone. On May 20, 2025, at 6:58 AM, the Moon reaches its First Quarter phase. Falling in the fiery, radiant sign of Leo, […]

The Silver-Tongued Rebel: Invoking the Spirit of Andraste

A woman dressed in rugged, earth-toned clothing performing a ritual at an outdoor forest altar, with a carved wooden plaque depicting a goddess, candles, raw crystals, and a ceremonial blade resting on a stone surface under a twilight sky.

The Silver-Tongued Rebel: Invoking the Spirit of Andraste In the shadowed corners of history and myth, where the lines between mortal defiance and divine intervention blur, there sits a name whispered in the smoke of cedar and sage: Andraste. She is not a goddess of quiet hearths or stagnant traditions. […]