Instagram story viewer> @a.b.e> Posts

amanda betzabe⁎⁺˳✧༚

@a.b.e

54

posts

2K

followers

1467

following

witch ✧ occult researcher ✧ siren
༜ enchant yourself 🌟
la | dc | ktm | ldn⁎⁺˳✧༚
@vuelodelaluna

POSTS STORIES REELS TAGGED

Download All

it’s time for a new era. i reached 20,000 followers on tiktok and it’s time for a website relaunch! this is a cohesive page of all i offer. my years of experience in the occult and witchcraft spaces condensed into a single link. i have helped people heal, receive justice, plan for the future, and secure residency. i cannot stress enough how important these services are. the majority of people see these things as a farce —yet as the illusion we all share crumbles we are finding that our belief systems themselves are built on infertile and poisonous ground. services like mine help people establish self-locality. they help people see through the illusion that we are sold. they help teach energetic and personal sovereignty. above all else—i aim to help others liberate themselves as i have. link in bio!vuelodelaluna.com by @a.b.e

-1

24

6 months ago

the queen of swords ⚔️ thank you so much @emackphoto and @liltoria for your artistry, friendship, and vision <3 hair + make up: @high.maintenance.hippie nails: @necesitasmo love: @oatbasedbeverage by @a.b.e

-1

59

7 days ago

i love you so deeply it tears reality open. you are inextricable from my being. for through you i have touched god. and god as touched me. who are you? if not a portallove filled with such paradox it consumes mei love you so deeply it becomes me. i become everything i’ve ever wanted. i become ecstasy.mystic poetry~my introduction to theology was through christian women mystics. their poetry spoke to something deeply hidden within me. by @a.b.e

-1

11

16 days ago

notes on ancestry: when i showed my mama these, she told me i looked very indigenous. like her. my heart burst with joy. i grew up in predominantly white communities. around people who didn’t look like me. they were tall and thin and their skin was lighter than mine. and i didn’t see very many girls who looked like me in my classes. i was always incredibly outspoken and confident. i loved to sing. i loved to participate. i loved to lead. as a brown girl, this was not met kindly in the slightest. i rejected my latinidad. i was in so much pain that i could only see it as a stain. it was only when i had achieved my 18 year old dream of attending my “dream school” (capitalist indoctrination at its finest lol) that i realized the value of my skin. of my voice. of my heart. of my blood. of my family. it gave me a portal to something ancient. but to get there, i had to crack. i had to truly disintegrate a false identity i constructed as the palatable minority. the truth is, i was the poster child of white washed latin america. i was a product of whiteness. to become whole, i needed to learn what it meant to come back home to my ancestors. it began by understanding the truth that i am a product of the very thing that raped them.without my commitment to the truth, i would not be able to serve my blood the way i know i must. as people of color, we are taught to have a jury in our heads. the ones who judge us on our ability to code switch, to dull, to contort ourselves to make the oppressor feel safe. we are stripped of our ability to be ourselves in the face of the oppressor. it is through active rebellion against that jury that we reclaim the autonomy our ancestors never had. the core of my work today is dedicated to my ancestors. the ones that love me. the ones that protect me. the ones that survived. this is for the indigenous blood in my veins that outlasts the parasite of white supremacy. my work is for the anger, for the empowerment, for the pride in the stories of our kin. we are at war now. truly. we either wake up and do the work and we die trying or we let the old world win. i love that i look like my mama. by @a.b.e

-1

48

a month ago

destiny has been revealing itself for many years now. each day i get closer to my becoming. i adore you. thank you for letting me share my music and my magic with you. “and the light coming in the window, just so and the wind through my fingers the only god that i know and it does not want me on me knees to believe head high arms wide aching aching and alive” 💓 by @a.b.e

-1

34

2 months ago

it’s been a year of full-time witch work. i fucking love this life. i’m so grateful for all of you and my friends and my witches. if you told me in 2023 when i started my business in KTM, that i would be helping people find their magic as my full time job….. i wouldn’t have believed you. i truly believe everything happens for a reason and with divine timing. i look forward to growing with you and seeing where the future takes us. vuelo de la luna will always be the external manifestation of my need to remind the world of its birthright—that we come from and we ARE spirit. we are the gift. our aliveness is the gift. it is a joy to share it with you. by @a.b.e

-1

21

3 months ago

on my perch 🕊️ by @a.b.e

-1

29

4 months ago

aging is a gift. by @a.b.e

-1

27

4 months ago

the invisible world is always humming. it screams in the still moments of presence—where the hum of aliveness can be found within your ability to observe consciousness. its profundity echoes in all things. it reminds us that we are one. that the golden thread that ties us to our primordial womb, the creation point, is inextricable from our being. this hum is called the sublime of nature (thoreau), the golden thread (western esotericism), qi (chinese traditional practices), prana (sanskrit based belief systems) or as simply, as i call it, the hum of awareness in all things. this presence is something you can question. it is the seat of all creation. it is waiting to develop a deep relationship with you if you seek it. if you open yourself up to the ineffable depth of the now. you can create and be and imagine and do anything. the sanctity of that knowledge is daunting. just how much power we have through awareness of the self. it compromises your ability to bypass the pain of our existence—but it fortifies you into the indestructible being that understands that part of you has never left the creator. that you can always call home if you wish. the utter terror and awe of being human. of being the creator itself. by @a.b.e

-1

3

5 months ago

venus is in pisces and the woman is in love with herself <3 by @a.b.e

-1

22

5 months ago

oh england, you make my heart expand and my soul sing in ways i never knew it could. by @a.b.e

-1

27

6 months ago

where the silence between worlds holds incandescent meaning. it carries a song of deep love if you listen closely. where the liminality is the portal between our world and the next. these resting places are the ultimate crossroads between what calms us and what frightens us. the primordial gift. “i will always lean my heart as close to your soul as i can” by @a.b.e

-1

17

6 months ago