I’m Pixie Raven — witch, ancestral guide, and walker-between-worlds. My path is woven from bone memory, old magic, and the whispers of the land beneath my feet.

My journey began in childhood, not with ceremony or study, but with a stirring in my blood. At ten years old, the symbols and temple mysteries of Ancient Egypt rose up to meet me. I didn’t yet have the words for it, but what I felt wasn’t fascination — it was remembrance. Over the years, I came to understand that my work with the Egyptian deities is part of an ancient thread I carry, and they continue to walk beside me as allies of precision, protection, and deep soul-recall.

But my witchcraft is also bound to the soil I live on — British, Welsh, and English lands shaped by cunning folk, travellers, wise women, and persecuted healers. My own lineage holds the remnants of poverty, folk magic, and the scars of suppression. Even the echo of illness — bronchitis, asthma, breathlessness — has spoken through my bloodline as a reminder of what has been silenced and what longs to be restored.

My initiation into ancestral healing came through lived experience, not theory. For over a decade, I have been in deep communion with my own ancestors — witnessing, untangling, and mending what was wounded. From this work, my calling emerged.

For five years, I’ve guided others in ancestral witchcraft and lineage repair, helping groups meet the stories in their bones and reclaim what was taken, buried, or feared. I once ran a coven rooted in folk magic and lunar ritual, holding space for communal spellcraft, seasonal rites, and bloodline remembrance. That coven work shaped how I now hold circles — not as a leader who stands above, but as a priestess who tends the current.

I’ve written online courses on ancestral healing and spoken across the UK, including at the OM Yoga Show in Manchester. My offerings are grounded in land, lineage, alchemy, and devotion. I believe that healing our bloodlines — whether through moon rites, deity work, or the old ways of the land — is an act of rebellion, remembrance, and love.

I don’t just teach this work — I live it. And the bones remember.