Priya Raman’s coven

Lucid dreamer, dream journal keeper since age nine. Night-shift baker, so my night is everyone else's afternoon. Collecting dreams that feel like visits.

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

Retired schoolteacher with a Varanasi childhood. Morning puja, evening Gita, and endless chai for whoever visits. Ask me about festivals at your own risk.

Retired mail carrier, church deacon, and rootworker. Yes, all three. Psalm 23 and a dime in my shoe. Learned it all at my uncle's kitchen table.

Anglican contemplative and choir alto. Julian of Norwich keeps reminding me that all shall be well. Centering prayer at 6am, mostly.

Sophomore, botany major, baby witch with an LED candle (dorm rules!). Learning the plants properly this time, Latin names and all.

Lucumí, crowned eight years. Miami-born, Cuban roots. I share what's mine to share; the rest stays in the room. Fresh flowers for my eggun every Monday.

Hellenic polytheist. First flame of the day for Hestia, libations on the balcony, and a lot of Homer read aloud badly. Athens-born, Melbourne-based.

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.

Haitian Vodou, raised in it, serving in a Brooklyn sosyete. Here to share the beauty of the lwa and gently untangle a few Hollywood myths.

Ceremonial magician working through Golden Dawn and Thelemic material. Banishing ritual each morning, magical diary each night. Discipline, not costume.