The first time I realized the Wheel of the Year didn't fit, I was standing barefoot in the wet grass under a blazing April sun. I had just lit the candles for Samhain - the witch's new year - and yet everything around me felt off. The trees were still green. The air was too warm. There were birds nesting, not migrating. It wasn't death I felt in the land - it was a strange kind of blooming.
I was born and raised in the Southern Hemisphere. My roots stretch deep into red soil and eucalyptus-scented air. But every witchcraft book I picked up, every online forum I visited, every spell I read seemed to assume something I couldn't relate to: snow in December, blooming Beltane flowers in May, harvests in August. All these instructions pointed north, as if the magic there was universal and mine...was not.
The moment I accepted that my witchcraft could - no, must - follow the flow of my own land, my practice changed. It deepened, it bloomed. I stopped forcing the foreign rhythms and began listening to my own seasons. I began to trace the sun's path with my own shadow. I discovered ancestors not only in my bloodline, but in the soil beneath my feet and in the language of local winds.
This book is my offering to witches and occultists who have felt that same dissonance. It's for those of us who've tried to celebrate Yule in a heatwave or call the North for Earth while standing on a Southern cliff face overlooking a wild sea. It's for the seekers who know that the land itself is sacred - and that our land is different.
We are not backwards or upside-down. We are simply oriented differently. The spiral of power still flows here, just as it does above the equator, but its current curves in unique and beautiful ways. And if we lean into it - truly lean - we find a deeper magic. One that has been waiting for us to come home.
This book is both a personal journey and a practical guide. I'll share my experiences, my stumblings, and my rituals. I'll also share tables, diagrams, and tools I've developed to make Southern Hemisphere witchcraft more intuitive and aligned. This is not a rigid doctrine - it's a compass to help you find your own way under Southern skies.
Because witchcraft, like water, reshapes itself to its container - and here, our container is wild and wide and filled with reversed stars.
Welcome to the South.