I”m good at some of the more controversial spells; Curses, Hexes, Banishing, etc. I can get nasty people out of someone’s life quickly, sometimes with a modicum of difficulty, but usually within 3-6 months they’re totally gone and my client can begin the work of rebuilding their life from a better emotional place.
Where I really shine, dubiously enough, is Love & Lust Spell-work. Hooo boy, have I got stories I could tell!
Things I didn’t even realize were spells that worked great! Until they wore off and blew up in my face. Or for other people, who later found out that the person they wanted me to get them wasn’t as hot shit as they had thought. I thought my abusive ex was part of a manifested love spell, which is partly why I stayed with him as long as I did; I asked “make him totally different from what i’m used to”, and he certainly was… A Summer Romance spell manifested for me a lover who came into my life in June and was gone by September. The sex was great and exactly what I needed to help get my groove back . After that fizzled, I used magic to help me find my Someone Just For Me, and I am now married to that person and the alchemy is perfect. Alchemy, not chemistry b/c the end result is Gold where there once was Lead. Chemistry is just a bunch of explosions and smoke. (I failed chemistry twice in high school, so that may be a factor.)
And just like Curse-Shaming is a live and well in the pagan communities, so is Love Spell Shaming. When working a manipulative spell to break up a relationship is considered on-par with rape, then I really have a hard time accepting that I”m really freaking good at conjuring up a hot date for someone.
The way I work my spells, there’s always a loophole. IF the target person is not already somewhat attracted to the client, then the spell WON’T WORK. At all. And if the target person is already in a relationship with someone else, I will tell the client in no uncertain terms that no good can come from this. Usually that’s enough to get them to go away, but then I’m killing a potential client-relationship. To the point where I just don’t even advertise that part of my skill set.
Maybe I should, tho. Maybe I should just get it out there that I know how to use magic to get someone what, or who, they want, for good or for bad. Maybe my trying to save people from the pain and heartache of a lust spell gone too strong is keeping them from learning an important lesson, like I had to learn. I want to help people by saving them from pain and suffering, but that’s pretty much how humans learn to be human. Anything else is cheating.
“This love spell will get you what you want. Are you SURE this is what you want to do?”
“Yes! I want this person so much!”
“Ok… but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Maybe I should get the spell consent in writing.
She works on stuff.
There’s always some youth wandering the forest in search of their Fortune, and they often have no idea what they’re even looking for. So the Witch needs to check in with their charts and see what kind of help they’re going to need. So many young people are going through their Saturn Return, and even older folks in their Second. They’re feeling the shackles of old thought needing to be removed but they’re scared and surrounded by cruelties of their story. So the Witch becomes Fairy Godmother-Midwife and helps them during Rebirth. Sometimes it’s calming them down, sometimes it’s making a charm or potion to help ease delivery or speed up the process. Sometimes it’s kicking someone out of their life so they can finally grow.
Sometimes a Lost Prince or Princess wanders into her woods, seeking a way to reclaim their stolen birthright. Often the Prince/ss has been raised as a pauper and must be taught what it is to rule. But other times, the Prince/ss has been broken down to almost nothing. The tasks are harder, the journey inward often glossed over because it’s not nearly so interesting. But the transformation is far more beautiful and satisfying to behold.
That is the current case. The Prince-ling must Recover the Lost Sword, Restore the Broken Armor, and Find the True Heart that guides him.The world was not kind to this Prince-ling and has stripped him of everything he tried to hold dear. The Witch almost wonders what he did in a past life to merit this level of abuse.
Is he willing to make the hard journey inward and face his fears?
This is where the Witch has to get clever and trickster in her ways. This is a long three-part quest in which the Prince-ling must regain his inner kingdom before he can hope to reclaim his birthright. In a way, this is his greater birthright, but he may not think of it that way. He has a great sense of theater and drama, he is prone to self-centeredness, and he will need someone to lovingly smack him out of it once in a while. And the witch must expect nothing from him in return. How often has a Prince thanked his magical helpers at the end of the tale, eh?
(Although the Witch may use the experience as a lesson in coaching, and devise an appropriate compensation rate for later.)
Yesterday I buried a poppet for a client’s abusive, child molesting, kiddy-porn-peddling husband. I made it out of an old towel she gave me for material, glued cursing herbs & a rock into the head area, wrapped it in an all-most-new spool of thread, and then bashed the poppet against an anvil 13 times. I put him in a mirror box lined with wide-open, staring googly eyes glued around the inside so that all his evil will be reflected back on him, and everyone will know him for what a monster he is. After the lid was glued shut, I wrote his full name on the outside of the box, as well as a list of his crimes. I then buried it in the woods. If anyone ever finds it, they will know without a doubt that the intended target earned his punishment.
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I’ve been sitting on that spell for a while.
Not that I was unsure or uncertain of the man’s guilt or innocence. The client showed me the report and my brain literally shut off the ability to read after just the first few lines. My client read the whole thing and vomited for three days afterward. I had a hard time sleeping after the few words I saw. It was like a cobalt blue flame had embraced me and was flaring behind my eyes. Dear Michael was furious and at that moment, He took control of the situation and assured both of us, my client and myself, that things will be ‘taken care of.”
But first I had to do a lot of thinking and planning and prep work.
I had to parse thru the bullshit guilt and shame foisted upon weird witchy folks like myself who practice regular (or even sporadic) curse work. Especially in the current political climate where the whole world went bonkers when a some rather milquetoast group posted on FB about global “Curse 45” event and then sent out invitations. I’m sure you all saw or heard of it.
Then the age old argument happened again; “real witches don’t curse” (they most certainly did/do), how that’s “stooping to their level” (when a Xtian counter-group organized a prayer event to protect their beloved Pumpkin Feurer, literally praying to a supposedly ‘loving’ god to protect the man who sold his soul for money and power?), and other such curse-shaming bullshit. I stood my personal ground and supported the conversation where it mattered, and held up a more quiet support position where my specific opinion wasn’t necessarily required b/c it had been stated better by someone else. But in the back of my mind, all the social conditioning and victim-blaming guilt that had been burned into me flared up again.
Even though this target in particular had been clearly marked for the demonic Beast in need of termination, I struggled with the particulars of it. Procrastination was my BFF; I waited for the right moon-phase but let it slide b/c the weather wasn’t perfect. I had to tend to the house and gardens on nice days; I hadn’t been able to go out and find an ‘ideal burial plot in the woods; I forgot a key ingredient somewhere, or didn’t have a suitable substitute on-hand, etc.
Finally, on the night before the target was to have his court date, I grabbed the tools I had on hand, set up a quick playlist, and told Hubby I was going out into the work shed with headphones, so text me if I’m needed.
I had thought I’d need to be sufficiently pissed and enraged to get all the power into the poppet, but the detached emotional state helped me stay focused. Thoughts came in pictures and tonal sounds, colors, Bibliomancy for some key words and phrases that I circled and made certain were marked in the two miniature bibles the client provided (her exact words were “Return them to the earth”, for they had been tainted and needed purification.) As the target had used the words of their God against children and family, those words would return his sins back upon his head and punish him for supreme blasphemy. I sealed the box and left the work shed for a much-needed dinner of comfort food. I didn’t feel drained or anything, but my arms were tired.
It takes a long time to unravel a large, almost-new spool of thread. At least twelve repetitions of ““The Vengeful One” by my count.
But for every inch of thread binding him, may he receive a corresponding lash, and may each long series of lashes be in exchange for the soul of a child that was harmed by his actions.
Did I mention he admitted to trafficking underage material where the children were as young as 3 months in some cases? Yeah, I kinda feel the need to stress that one.
Next morning, we got up early and made the trek up to the woods and buried the box. I made certain to write out his name and crimes. Hubs was supposed to be on look-out, but a hiker may have seen some weird thing get buried in the woods, and if anyone wants to check out what it is, they’ll see black duct tape and silver sharpie. I suppose I could have written the same thing on the mirrors inside, since those would be protected from water damn….
That evening, I get a call from the client. His defense attorney told the judge she was ‘Unprepared” and asked for a later date. They will reconvene in June.
Time to make a month’s worth of St Michael candles.
It hurts alright. A lot. And it’s going to take time to heal from this betrayal, and time is the one thing we don’t have much of. Right now, as of writing this, (Nov 9th 2016), Obama is still president and all the progressive legislation that was passed in recent years is still in place. Freedom of speech has not been revoked and the Internet is a place of free discourse and connection.
The pain is there, like a weight on all of us, and some may succumb to the pressure of despair. I urge you to find strength and connection with your friends and family who support those rights we all hold dear, and some have taken for granted on a grand scale.
You are allowed to be hurt. You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to rant and rave and scream and cry unto the heavens if you so choose. But know that at the end of the raving and release of emotions, we are all still stuck on this beautiful blue marble in space and that we little ants in the system have the power and the NUMBERS to make great change.
If we are brave enough.
I do not ask you to put your life in danger, if it can be avoided. Some of us will be living in terror from now on, looking over our shoulders at every public outing, or not daring to leave the house without a friendly escort. I pray for your safety. There is a time-honored method of Witches and magic users in times of intense pressure and strife; a method that in the last 30 years or so, the occult community has all but disavowed and turned their back on. It is making a resurgence and I for one welcome the option. I am speaking of Curses and Hexes.
Now is not the time to hide behind a misunderstood bastardization of Karma. There is no Three-Fold Law that all witches ascribe to. I was raised with the Golden Rule of “Treat others how you would like to be treated”, and right now the world has let us know, in no uncertain terms, how it would like to see marginalized people be treated. Hint, It’s not with Love & Light.
Clearly, our ancestors had no moral qualms about cursing, as grimoires and spell books are filled with them and every culture has their own little quirks of deflecting The Evil Eye. Now it is more than just covetous eyes upon us; the owners of those eyes would see harm done to us for merely existing in their monochromatic world. And we are not all in a place to fight back with our bodies, minds, or even voices if we dare.Spell work and curses have a long history of being subtle and powerful ways of whittling away at the grander scale of things.
I ask you now, take a look at your life and then look ahead to where is could most likely go from there. It’s a pretty bleak picture. Would you give in to despair and await your fate, or would you take up occult arms against the surging tide of darkness and use the anger inside you to fuel some real change on a grander metaphysical scale?
We are all hurting. Let’s take that hurt and use it to start healing. Set up your protection spells and charms. Get your finances in order and figure out a game plan. If you need protection spells, ask for them. I for one will be offering free, or reduced price protection charms to those in dire need. I will also be taking the anger of this injustice and using it to fuel my curses at those monsters who would send us back to the stone age. If nothing else, it will make me feel better for a while.
Or at least until a Luck Dragon shows up.
A Changeling Among Humans
Her eyes are open and what she sees pains her. Her magical heart, carved from the depths of Faerie so many centuries ago, has long-since hardened and become like stone after centuries of banality and strife. She had almost forgotten why she chose to live among the mortals, who would so carelessly throw away all they had been given. She is bitter, yes, but still holds hope that the Humans can see the error of thier ways. She knows that some of them still remember the old stories, the old ways, and are working to reclaim that balanced way of life. She wants to help them, but she has been so long in the Real World that she has all but forgotten the ways of leaf and glen, of forest and hunters and prey and life and death. She is remembering, though, and she is working her old memories into a new pattern with the that of the world she has been barely surviving in. Her old gods tickle her ears and heart, asking her to give way into the madness once again, to run wild and naked and covered in wine… or is it blood? She has been domesticated by the world, and as much as her heart would sing to run thru the trees again, she knows that her purpose would be lost. Now she must walk the fine line of civility and wilderness. She must be the balance point to show others how far askew the fulcrum has been pushed. And then, maybe then, she can rally them to help push it back into place. Balance will be returned, and she would have a hand in that, however small.
What have I used magic to attain, without regard or care for the consequences? What have I been willing to whore myself out to the gods to get? What have I begged, bargained, pleaded or made promises to acquire?
It ain’t world peace, that’s for certain. Altho I have pledged my services to help bring about the Best Possible Outcome… but i digress.
It may surprise some people but there are three things I have shamelessly demanded from the Universe, and the Universe responded and gave me what I asked for (for better or worse);
- Successful Love
- A home of my own
- Revenge against a dangerous enemy
Selfish? Some might say so. But when you’ve lived without the security of the first two, and the third is something that has you living in fear, something must be done, no?
I have worked magic for others, either passive or active with permission granted beforehand, to varying degrees of success. Honestly, The best results were to when I set the intention that my target would find their way out of misery and into a future they could enjoy. Creature comforts were the first priority of those spells; find them a job they enjoy, a home they can afford, and someone/thing to share it with them (ask my brother-in-law how his cat magically appeared in his life…) and people were happy. I was happy to see them happy. Ii this day of uncertainty and chaos, where few can afford to live, let alone thrive, in a dismal economy then any steps towards financial and domestic security should be paramount.
I’ve done job spells, quick cash spells, charms, and money-drawing work. They either work or they don’t. And I’ve come to realize that I am hit-or-miss when it comes to money spells. I seem to have better results when I ask for opportunities and the courage to go after them.