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KaSandra is a Witch, Spiritualist, Writer and Poet Who Merges the Arts of Poetry and Magick.

KaSandra is an American poet who merges the arts of poetry and magick to bring healing to herself and serve others through her endless creativity. KaSandra’s work is distinct and unique; she leaves traces of occult knowledge, spells, and rituals throughout her poetry to keep her soul tribe engaged and in a deep state of exploration and mystery.


KaSandra wrote, illustrated and self-published her first book Eden: Reclaiming Your Divinity through Poetry and Self-Expression in April of 2021.


She has been an intuitive since she was little girl, wise beyond her years and effortlessly embodies elder-like energy in a sophisticated, graceful, sexy, and mysterious way. KaSandra has an online apothecary where she sells handcrafted spiritual essentials needed for setting intention and ritual magick. She offers intuitive services including tarot readings and dream interpretations.


KaSandra continuously evolves through merging the arts of poetry and magick. Her work encompasses suffering, loss, trauma, healing, spirituality and alchemy. She is notoriously known for finding wisdom in the shadows. She guides you on a journey through the dark and leads you to light. KaSandra intentionally shows you through her art that we all have the ability to transcend beyond our pain and suffering should we choose to conjure healing. Heavily ruled by Jupiter and Saturn, (9th house stellium in the sign of Capricorn, Sag moon and North node in Sag) her life has always been about being of service to others and she is passionately devoted to serving the world through her work. 


KaSandra finds herself most at home in nature, at her altar and working her magick for herself and the collective. She continues to create more work and is in a state of expansion. More of her work will be released in divine timing.

My intention is to connect my spirit family with their inner Magician, Priestess and inner Star. I now use tools such as the tarot and oracle to trigger their subconscious to reveal situations and energies around them. I am a FIRM BELIEVER that we are the co-creators of our realities and that there is an infinite wisdom buried within our subconscious.


I intend to remind you of your divine essence and will assist you in unlocking your cosmic potential. I will use my gifts and talents to aid you in overcoming old habits and subconscious issues that prohibit your spiritual growth. You deserve to live life with no limitations.

I have helped those who wear wounds beneath their skin for 13 years and counting.No matter the circumstances and hardships I've faced in my personal life, serving others has always been a need, a yearn and a passion for me. Every job I have had in my years has been to help and serve others. I will use my experience for my spiritual family as well.​


I am elated to connect and work with you. It is because of you that my gifts and talents are possible. Together we'll grow, love and transform into our highest selves. Welcome to the Eden Family!



She is Eden

-KaSandra Turner

She has discovered the soil

that grounds her roots

and nourishes her soul

She has found the garden

watered by her tears

Her waterfalls of fears

stream into this scape of green,

raging then still


With her many flowers

of violet, lavender, jasmine

and many

None is plucked

because she now knows love

since she discovered,

that she is Eden.

Poems by the Poet

Dark Skin


There’s a sort of funny giggling

from pretty gals pacing in midnight

during streetlight hours

Their peach bodies devour the hour

Dark leather feathers

swallow silent skins

that die in daylight

They’d rather howl at night

below a heightened voluminous moon

wearing black and blue

Blue is my baffled heart when

she sees seas of curly haired girls

with good hair and skin of white silk

I sit discouraged when the mirror

reflects towards me

I bleed when I hear them down the street

mocking the worst parts of me


I often dream of wearing matching shirts

and sheets at parties to party

and talk about nails, cats and hats

Instead I’m seen as thrown away toys

to pretty little flowers

lighter than the sun’s gold.

Nightmare of a Dream


I avoid my reflection in the river

as waterfalls rage down my cheeks

The poems of my tongue are bitter

when it’s my eyes I meet

Disgust fills the pits of their guts

when their eyes lay upon my skin

The erosion of my sin is a must

How dare I find the peace within?


The thorns of my roses slice deep

in the flesh of those who pluck

My roots wither and weep

melting memories into muck

Sprouting through cracks of concrete

seems to be what’s left for me

in this mysterious land of thought

A nightmare of a dream.

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