The absence of the goddess is the sign of the presence of the witch. She is not external, but is enfleshed. The wild goddess has passed through the city of whoredom and has emerged intact as the witch on the heath. There was never one goddess of witchcraft, but rather a thousand Ishtars: milk white, blood red, lamp black. There can never be orthodoxy. We are simultaneously possessed, annihilated, and forever outside of Time. She is immanent. She dwells within us.