A Message from Lucille Alabaster
They will say she was crucified for her sins—
for her sexuality, her vision, her voice.
But what if I told you she wasn’t dying?
She was ascending.
The image you see is not about martyrdom.
It’s about metamorphosis.
Each symbol stitched into her robe, each serpent at her feet, each nail in her palm—these are the marks of a woman who refused to kneel to silence. A witch who stood in the face of dogma and dared to become her own altar.
This is for every woman who’s ever been burned, branded, or bound.
For every mystic who has been told she’s too much, too wild, too knowing.
For every body that’s been shamed. For every voice that’s been muted.
I offer this not as a sermon, but as a spell.
Not as an apology, but as an invocation.
Let this image speak what history has tried to erase:
She is not the fallen.
She is the flame.
—Lucille Alabaster
lucysinferno.com
