
Collective Witch Trauma and Psychic Sisterhood
The witch-burnings were not just fire, they were atmosphere. Morrigan Ash traces the lingering smoke of ancestral trauma in the body, voice, and dreams of modern women. This book examines silence, betrayal, rage, and sisterhood as living archetypes, offering a path to reclaim the burned body and rebuild the circle.
The witch-burnings never ended. The flames died, but the smoke remained. Invisible, suffocating, and inherited, it drifts through our nervous systems, coils through our bloodlines, and lingers in every woman who hesitates to speak too loudly, laugh too freely, or take up too much space. Sisters in the Smoke is not a history lesson, it is a recognition of the atmosphere we are still breathing.
Morrigan Ash writes from inside the haze, unveiling how centuries of fire became psychic weather. This is not metaphor. It is memory written into the body, scar tissue passed down through generations, the trembling in the throat before truth is spoken. In these pages, you will meet the archetypes born from this atmosphere: the Burned Sister who embodies public sacrifice, the Ghost Sister who swallowed her scream, the Broken Circle scarred by betrayal, the Haunted Daughter who carries ancestral fear, and the Cackling Hag who laughs back at silence.
This book does not offer polite reclamation. It offers initiation. You will walk through silence as spellcraft, betrayal as survival, rage as inheritance, and laughter as counter-spell. You will learn to recognize the psychic scar of sisterhood, the smoke inside the body, the nightmares that remember what history tried to erase. You will also learn how rebellion, rage, and cackle form new rituals of solidarity—circles reborn not in innocence, but in fire-forged power.
Sisters in the Smoke is for every woman who has felt fear without cause, shame without reason, and silence that choked her voice. It is for those who sense they are haunted by memories older than themselves. And it is for those who are ready to transmute that haunting into sisterhood, reclaiming what was meant to divide us as the very force that binds us together.
We are not survivors of fire. We are smoke-born. Marked. Unburnable. And through this haze, we find each other again.

