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Neghar Fonooni - Word Witch

Spiritual Advisor. Tarot reader. Athlete. Socially conscious 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍. Selenophile. Intersectional Feminist. Plant lady. Readings, offerings, tip jar 👇🏽

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I asked @bakaraw, “Where are the enlightened daddies?” Where are the ones embodying the *sacred* masculine, actively working on their trauma in order to show up fully and honestly in relationships? Where are the ones holding it down, bringing more to the table than their empty plate—the ones who won’t run when things get hard? And do you know what she said to me? “LOOK IN THE MIRROR.” Be your own daddy, she said. Be the one. 💅🏽🔮💁🏽‍♀️👑✨. + + + Pictured: a pyrite skull from Peru, via @everyday__magic, for taking up space without stealing it from others, manifesting abundance without causing harm, channeling creativity and strength instead of apathy, and cowardice, following ALL THE WAY THROUGH instead of giving up when it gets hard, standing in the fullness of your being, and being your own damn daddy—okay? +

Hearts are known to break, but that’s just one of the things a heart can do. A heart can heal, too. A heart can crack itself open without falling apart, stretch itself to the very edges of existence without ripping in half, and fill itself to the brim with the very best life has to offer. Sometimes that means letting in things that will later cause pain, and that’s okay, too. Because hearts are meant to stay open. Hearts are resilient. Hearts are strong. Hearts are capable of so much more than breaking. + + + [As always, please feel free to share and repost with attribution and without any changes (filters etc.) to the art itself. Thank you for supporting my work—there’s a tip jar in the link in my bio if you feel compelled 🙏🏽😘.] + + +

I haven’t cried in 36 hours which feels like a world record at this point and I’ll take it 🤷🏽‍♀️🤣. I’m out here in the desert, celebrating my birthday, having a blast with my homies, yet simultaneously feeling a deep well of sadness, a universe of grief. Because guess what? Joy and pain can coexist. You can feel your joy and feel your pain, at once, and in turns. You don’t have to reject good shit that comes your way just because you’re hurting, healing, processing. Shadow phases don’t have to be dark, exclusively. There can be light. There can be joy. There can be laughter. There can be tequila. It can all coexist.

Palm Springs, California

Doin hoodrat shit, with my hoodrat friends 💁🏽‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️💁🏽‍♂️👙🌴.

100% that (birthday) bitch 💁🏽‍♀️. I’ve taken 37 trips around the sun and I keep finding myself in familiar places as different versions of myself. The surroundings feel similar, the circumstances reminiscent, but I myself am deeply changed. I am not the same version of myself who was unsure of her path, unsteady in her bones. The version I am today refuses to be hardened by heartbreak and jaded by fuckshit. She keeps her heart open and boundaries strong. She isn’t afraid to say what she feels and show up in the fullness of her power. This version is the strongest one yet—the most capable, creative, determined, and saltiest, too. This version is ready for what comes next, even if it wasn’t what was planned. I wasn’t expecting to be this version of myself today. If you’d asked me a few months ago how I would be spending my birthday, I would have had a very different response. But the Universe has a way of folding up around us and squeezing us into the spaces it knows are meant for us. Even if they feel too small at first. Even if they hurt, at first. Thank you for coming along on this ride with me, bbs. I promise to keep showing up, for me, for you, for the collective. I’m hype for this next trip around the sun, excited for the art that I’m creating, the adventures I’ll be having—ready to be the illest version of me yet.

Sorry bout it! 🤷🏽‍♀️🔪🔥😎 + + + [As always, please feel free to share and repost with attribution and without any changes (filters etc.) to the art itself. Thank you for supporting my work—there’s a tip jar in the link in my bio if you feel compelled 🙏🏽😘.] + + +

“You ain’t bringing nothin to the table but your plate.” 🍽👋🏽🚮 @theestallion, on repeat. + + 📷: @violetartistry

“Everything is going to be okay. It might not be what you’d planned, but it will be enough. The universe will nourish you in the ways it sees fit. Everything is going to be okay. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems, and one day, these perilous flames will be but a distant memory, a wisp of smoke. Everything is going to be okay. Breathe it in. Hold it in your belly, in the core of your being, let it pass through every bone, every vein, every cell. Bury it deep into your soul so that you can call upon it when you need it—when your earthly form forgets it’s celestial beginnings. Everything is going to be okay. Can you feel it?” • From my upcoming book, Soul Alchemy, and the accompanying oracle deck.

Current Mood: She’s kind of a mess but she shows up anyway 💅🏽🔮💁🏽‍♀️✨. + + +

Fuck it, I’m in. Fuck it, I’m out. Fuck it, let’s go. Fuck it, Imma light this bitch up. Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? Fuck it. A motto. What’s your “fuck it” scenario at the moment? Let me know in the comments👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 + + + [As always, please feel free to share and repost with attribution and without any changes (filters etc.) to the art itself. Thank you for supporting my work—there’s a tip jar in the link in my bio if you feel compelled 🙏🏽😘.] + + +


Happy Friday to everyone out there staying ALL THE WAY UP when the world tries to knock you down. To anyone walking amongst shadows and processing their pain. To those of you chasing dreams and taking bold action. To everyone who looks fear in the face and says, “fuck it, let’s go.” To those who get trolled hard by the Universe and choose to grow from the lessons. To the seekers, the sisters, the ones who howl at the moon—I see you. I’m with you. Let’s fuckin GO. • • • 📷: @n_louis

“The winds of change are violently blowing. Any attempt to move against them will prove futile. Your task is not to fight, but to move with the wind, to let it breeze through your hair, toss your body like a rag doll into the edges of the abyss. It will break you open and rub you raw—exposing wounds in various stages of the healing process. It will hurt, and you will stagger. Don’t run. Don’t resist. You must stay open and willing to surrender—to expose your open wounds to the wind, no matter how badly it stings. Make a pact with the tempest and walk amongst it’s shadows. Let it teach you. Let it heal you. Do not grip tightly to “should have been" and "supposed to be." The only truth that exists is now. The only way out is through. Will you let yourself surrender to the storm and see where it takes you? Will you find clarity through chaos, magic in uncertainty, comfort in impermanence? Will you let the storm reshape you or will you fight it until it breaks you? • • • [excerpt from my forthcoming oracle deck + guidebook, Soul Alchemy—projected release date coming soon!] • • •

This week marks my 4 year anniversary at Deuce gym. I learned how to do muscle ups here, how to climb a rope, clean a barbell, and (kinda) walk on my hands. But mostly, I’ve learned how to receive, how to belong, and how to heal. I fell in love in this place, the kind of love that feels like home, the kind of love you trust will never break you. And when that love abandoned me, without warning or cause, the people in this space caught me. They never let me fall. When I didn’t want to come back to the gym, because it hurt too much to walk amongst the ghosts of my broken heart, they said, “Let this place heal you.” They lifted me up and reminded me how sturdy I was, body and soul. They let me vent and cry, between sets, after workouts. They validated my pain, my sadness, my rage—all the while never letting me forget who I was. I will forever be grateful to this place for the solace it’s given me, for the home it’s provided over the past four years. But I’m grateful as well for the love it gave me that tried to break me—for the “monsters that didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.” [Nietzsche] Because I’m stronger now, and softer too. Thank you. • • • • 📷: @kaz_kaptures

Every single time. • • • TAG SOMEONE WHO NEEDS TO HEAR THIS SHIT 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽. And, as always, please feel free to repost and share with proper attribution and no changes to the artwork (filters, etc). • • •

*ON WORTHINESS* There is truly no pursuit in this world more important than the reclamation of your own worthiness. It’s from a place of self worth that you’re able to navigate challenges with purpose and grace. Dancing with shadows is far more expansive when your worthiness is in tact. It’s from a place of self worth that you cultivate meaningful, healthy relationships—when you value and validate yourself, connections with others just make more fuckin sense. And it’s from a place of self worth that you’re capable of making your most potent magic—when you tell the Universe that you love, accept, and respect yourself, the Muses find their way to you. The messages are clear. The magic flows. + + + 📷: @violetartistry

My heart is a mess right now—fractured and frayed, beating softly in the wake of trauma. I’m sure that comes as no surprise to anyone who follows my work; you feel the energy shifts, you know something is different for me, in me. In time I’m sure I’ll open up about the details—at least some of them, as I see fit (please don’t ask because that’s actually just hella rude.) For now I’m writing in private, processing with my people, creating art from the ashes that isn’t yet ready to be seen. But in the meantime, I want to tell you something extraordinary that I hope will help you: this is the first heartbreak where I HAVEN’T coped by numbing or distracting. I’m sitting uncomfortably in this liminal space—a space I didn’t ask for—feeling all the sticky things, and still doing my best to function in the world as the highest expression of myself, to the extent that I can. The ultimate cosmic joke is that this is the absolute worst pain I’ve ever felt, and I am the most capable I’ve ever been to handle it. (I see you, Universe! I’m not your biggest fan right now, but I see you 👀.) I’m enraged, shocked, devastated, sad, confused—but I’m also okay. Mostly. I’ve done the kind of work I need to do in order to break open without falling apart. I know I *can* be strong but I don’t *have* to be. I know I can *feel* my pain and I know I am *not* my pain—we don’t share the same heartbeat. I’m crying multiple times a day but I’m also laughing, writing, drawing, training. Every morning I say, “listen bitch—all you have to do is get up, and then you’ll figure it out from there.” Then I open the curtains and say, “listen bitch—all you have to do is open the curtains, and then you’ll figure it out from there.” I walk downstairs and make coffee, and so on, until time devours everything. I hope that whatever it is you’re currently processing—big, medium, or small—that you give yourself permission to feel your pain without becoming it. Feel the sticky things without trying to numb or distract. Stay afloat. Take care of you, as best you can. Receive. Ask for help. Do one thing, then the next thing, and the thing after that. Just keep breathing, bb—I will too. 🖤✨🙏🏽

Happy Friday to everyone except people who don’t return shopping carts back to the proper place. I am forever that bitch who takes the shopping cart aaaaall the way back to the corral because that is the kind of person I want to be. Periodt. • • • • •

Show the fuck up. Even when it’s hard (especially when it’s hard). Even when you’re scared (especially when you’re scared). Even when you doubt yourself (especially when you doubt yourself). Just keep showin’ up—again and again and again. Keep taking up space. Keep navigating this cosmic shit show with all the grace, acceptance, and magic you can muster. Your ability to shine is completely dependent on your willingness to keep showin’ up. + + + TAG A FRIEND WHO NEEDS TO HEAR THIS SHIT! 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 + + + [As always, please feel free to share and repost with attribution and without any changes (filters etc.) to the art itself. Thank you for supporting my work—there’s a tip jar in the link in my bio if you feel compelled 🙏🏽😘.] + + +

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