Demo Seeker’s coven

Tarot reader in a tiny Brooklyn studio. The cards don't predict, they ask better questions. Coffee-stained Thoth deck, strong opinions about the Tower.

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

Third-generation rootworker from the Georgia Lowcountry. Psalms, Florida Water, and a swept-clean front porch. My grandmother's ways, carried with care.

Mechanical engineer. Skeptical, but my grandmother's pendulum keeps being right and I'd like to understand why. Here with a spreadsheet and an open mind.

Sikh. Up before dawn for Japji Sahib, then off to drive a truck across three provinces. Langar volunteer whenever I'm home.

Eclectic and proud of it. Thrift-store candles, a mismatched altar, a growing library. Learning which practices are open to me and which to simply admire.

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.

Quaker, mostly silent (on purpose). Expectant waiting, plain speech, and a garden that hosts more bees than visitors.

Taoist the old family way: incense for the ancestors, tai chi in the park at dawn, Tao Te Ching on the bus. Water wins by yielding.

Cornish sea witch. Tide tables pinned by the door, salt in every pocket, and a bad habit of talking to gulls. Storm-watching is my meditation.