🪶 Welcome to Loui Crow

This is the Crow’s lens.
Everything here is under the magnifying glass — memory, body, belief, rage, survival.
This is where we stop glazing over.
This is where we look all the way in.

Every link is a spell.
Follow the one that makes your stomach flip. That’s where your story starts.

I work in body-based magick —
where your nervous system is your compass,
your breath is your altar,
and your words are spellcraft with a pulse.

This is about returning to the bones.

I open my ribcage here.
I dissect what I was taught to hide.
I speak what was forbidden — so the ones who thought they were alone can exhale.

If you’ve ever flinched at your own reflection —
or stayed silent just to feel safe —
you’re in the right place.

🕯️ Where to Begin

🌙 Free Dream Decoding

Submit a strange dream or read the ones already cracked open.
Crow work in the night hours. Signals come in sleep. This is where they get translated.
Come join the Facebook Group: Dream Circle: Share, Ask, Decode (All Welcome!)

📺 Raised by Sitcoms

The laugh tracks trained us.
Smile. Swallow. Survive.
This is where I unravel those programs and find the real script underneath.

🧠 The Other You

The one who stayed alive beneath the costume.
The one who heard everything.
The one who felt it all and waited to be chosen.

📚 I Wasn’t Allowed to Say This — So I’m Saying It Anyway

Words they told me to swallow.
Stories I locked in the jaw.
They live here now — raw, real, and awake.
(Trigger Warning)

🥦 Eat. Feel. Repeat.

Food as frequency.
Routine as ritual.
This is where healing meets hunger and fatigue finds form.

🏚 People Live Here

The raw map of survival.
Mold — Marriage — Magick — Motherhood. The messy rooms we lived through. No filters. No skips.

🔥 Feathers and Fire — The Loui Crow Scriptures

Modern devotionals written from the ash.
Holy tantrums. Holy truths.
Words made of flame and feather.

🖤 House of Crow and White

This is parenting in the raw.
No legacy of silence.
No hand-me-down shame.
Just the truth of raising a boy with a wide-open nervous system — and staying wide open beside him.

⚔️ Willcraft Magick — The Body Is the Altar

This is where your body leads.
Your rituals live in your movement.
Your power lives in your pulse.
This is where the will lives — and the fire follows.

📓 My Magick Journals

Psychedelic flashbacks.
Alien conversations.
Breathwork breakdowns.
Motherhood as mysticism.
Every journal entry is a window cracked open.

📖 Sarlon White

My partner.
His words.
His scripture.
Quiet clarity carved into every page. A small but powerful collection.
More coming.

🖋 Tattoo — Holy Ink

Free tattoo designs built from grief, rage, survival, and reclamation.
Mark your turning point.
Crown your pain.
Wear the spell.

🪶 Talk with Loui Crow

You don’t have to vanish to stay safe.
This is a space for your voice.
Free. No pressure. Just truth.

📻 Loui Crow Radio

Spotify channel for spoken spells, rituals, and the kind of voice you feel in your spine.
Play it loud. Let it land.

You made it here for a reason.
Let the magnifying glass do its work.
Let the gaze hold steady.
Let the spell unfold.

Crow would say —
Truth doesn’t knock. It enters.

🪶 About Loui Crow

I speak with my ribcage open.

I build spells from breath, body, and words that land like flint on skin.
I track the nervous system like it’s scripture.
I let the truth bleed through the costume.
I write to expose — because some truths need daylight, not defense.
I use language like a lantern — and sometimes a blade.

This is a practice.
Body-based magick.
Emotion as compass.
Voice as doorway.
Everything I offer is lived — sweat-wrung, toddler-carried, mascara-smeared, made holy.

I was shaped by grief, rage, authority and reruns.
I was trained to be quiet and palatable. I chose to become real.

— I decode dreams. (Mine and yours)
— I unlearn systems.
— I rewrite scripture.
— I raise a clairaudient boy.
— I build rituals for the ones too tired to rise
— I speak to the ones who flinch at their own reflection

My power is in the pause.
In the jaw that doesn’t clench.
In the words that leave a mark.
I write so others know they aren’t the only one.

You won’t find branding here.
You’ll find blood.
You’ll find breath.
You’ll find the mirror and the magnifying glass — and the courage to look.

Crow would say —
The real ones don’t introduce themselves. They reveal.