Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid. Now is the time to understand more, so that you fear less. Above all we should understand that there can never be peace between nations until there is a peace within the souls of men: we all have something we are dying to get off our chest. I hold no secret knowledge as how to fix the mistakes of generations past and present. I only know that without compassion and respect for all earth’s inhabitants, none of us will survive, nor will we deserve to. It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept and celebrate those differences.

In order to survive everybody needs a witch. Yet, not everybody knows it. We need more witches – women leaders, teachers, seekers, givers and protectors of all things. We need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds. We want much, we need little. We just need a little magic, a little witch.

Nowadays, witches use different kind of tools, the newest technologies, embrace their creativity filled with good instincts and ageless knowing. Bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers were all invented by women. A strong positive mental attitude will create more miracles than any wonder drug. There will never be a new world order until women are a part of it. Peace agreements that include women are more durable. Equality for women means progress for all. Two percent of women in peace education and decision-making process are clearly not enough. More witchy-techie-sassy women, please!

Become a witch! The one, who lives with purpose, says courageous things, also celebrates simple gifts, like sunny days or storms, or chocolate. Sometimes she doesn’t speak for days, for months, for years. You see, there is something about words. In her hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. These words wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside of you they work their magic.

They say, you become what you worship. I wanted to become a certain kind of woman. I became that kind of woman. I am chaos. Balagan. Dark forest. Whirl wind. What you burnt, broke and tore is still in my hands. I am a keeper of fragile things. Don’t you ever forget what I once told you. That I love you. That I love you. That I love you.