Have you ever had a “free spell” done for you through a website? You know those sites? The ones loaded with mystical stock photos from the ‘90s that boast “My free magic spells work fast and they are really powerful! I am a great spell caster…” Well, you know what they say: nothing is free. So what happens if you have a free love spell cast for you and now things are funky in your life?
Life is complicated, even for a witch. It’s easy to think that magickal and spiritual people somehow have a secret key to unlocking a comfortable life, but we don’t. We deal with all the same stresses and life problems that anyone else does. What we hope is that our magick can serve as a tool to make these things a bit easier in troubling times.
So you’ve cast your spell. You’ve cleaned up your altar. You are psyched! You’re ready to see the results of your magick come rolling in. But now what? What should you do after the spell is cast to help you find success? That’s the question we have this month.
Finding your path as a witch can be a challenge. For most of us walking a magickal path is a choice. It’s a path that many of us consciously decided to pursue rather than being something we’re raised in. That means there’s a high chance you’re starting this journey after having been part of another religion or spiritual practice. That brings us to a question like the one we have this month which is actually quite common among newbies.
Lately I have felt the need to take “breaks” from being a spiritual person. When I am tuned in to intuition, trying to remain one with all that is, working on grounding myself with Mother Earth, remaining open to others while keeping myself protected, and otherwise just trying to be a force for the good, I get completely burned out, really fast.
Several years ago, as I became a mom and was married to a man in the holiness religion (bad idea), I set aside my spiritual path (another bad idea). However, I have lately returned to my pagan path.
Growing up, Christmas was my second favorite holiday. My true favorite was, of course, Halloween. Was there ever any question that I was a witch? No, especially since I also saw and heard spirits and always seemed to know things I shouldn’t. It was just always there.