Author: Katrina Rasbold

When a slender, athletic person hears the word “camping,” they get a misty look in their eyes. They start vibrating at a frequency only detectable by hiking boots and high-end granola. To them, camping is a spiritual return to the earth, a chance to “unplug” and “recharge” while sleeping on…

I feel hopeful today because of a hard truth I am finally seeing clearly: we are learning the cost of silence. I’ve been reflecting on a line from Philippa Gregory’s Boleyn Traitor, a novel about Jane Boleyn. As she nears the end of her life, Jane realizes that Katherine Howard is destined…

We often view our living spaces as mere structures of wood, brick, and mortar. We clean them, we decorate them, and we protect them. But in many traditional practices, the home is more than a shelter—it is a living, breathing entity. Your home is a silent partner in your magical work, acting…

There is a distinct moment every morning, somewhere between the first screaming demand of my bladder – I swear, it is like a spoiled toddler – and the first creak of my ankles, where I lie perfectly still and perform a full-system diagnostic. I’m like a NASA engineer checking a…

In the half-century since Green Egg first began chronicling the Awakening of Gaia, our community has moved from the shadowy fringes of the “Occult” section to the glittering center of the global marquee. In 2026, you can’t swing a ritual cord without hitting a streaming service featuring a teenage necromancer, a kitchen…

Two weeks ago, I will admit that I gave into ego. A friend of mine suggested that my prices for card readings were too low and not in keeping with the current market. I reflected on the fact that we have not raised any of our prices on the website…

There is a recurring myth in the textile industry that the moment a woman’s dress size enters the double digits, her aesthetic preference immediately reverts to “Grandma’s Guest Bedroom.” I have spent years scouring the racks for clothing that says “I am a powerful, sophisticated woman of a certain vintage,” only to…

At Crossroads Occult, we are always looking for ways to help you refine your craft and achieve more potent results. Today, we are thrilled to spotlight a brand-new addition to our toolkit: the Hand-Rolled Beeswax Booster Candle. What is a Booster Candle? These are hand-rolled beeswax tapers, measuring approximately 9 inches, specifically designed…

There comes a time in every Goddess’s life when she realizes that her internal plumbing has transitioned from a high-speed fiber-optic network to a dial up modem. When we were twenty, we lived on black coffee, cold pizza, and pure spite, and our systems didn’t skip a beat. But as…

We are exactly one week away from the Great Fire Festival. The Maypoles are being prepped, the ribbons are being dyed, and across the Northern Hemisphere, the sap is rising with a ferocity that feels both ancient and urgent. In the popular imagination, Beltane is often reduced to two things:…

April 22nd is right around the corner. In the secular world, Earth Day is often reduced to a few hours of picking up litter or sharing a “Blue Marble” photo on social media. But for those of us whose altar is the soil and whose scripture is the wind, Earth…

In the early days of Neopaganism, we learned a vital lesson: if you can’t laugh at your own ritual bloopers, the Gods certainly will. Over the last several decades, the Pagan movement developed a vocabulary so dense it could sink a Viking longship. In today’s Green Egg Blog, I step…

A year ago, if you had asked me what the pulse of the occult community felt like, I would have told you it beat with the frantic, hopeful rhythm of the heart. My inbox was a sea of Love Me candles, Chuparrosa oil, and rose quartz. The requests were predictable,…

Let’s be real for a second. There is “stomach hungry,” and then there is “soul bored.” Stomach hunger is a biological necessity. It’s your body politely tapping on your shoulder—or aggressively growling in a quiet meeting—reminding you that you need fuel to, you know, keep existing. But “mouth boredom”? That’s…

Look at the world outside your window. No, look deeper—past the blooming daffodils of the equinox and into the marrow of the collective American psyche. Can you feel the grinding? It is the sound of a massive, ancient machine—the Patriarchal Engine—running out of oil and beginning to strip its own…