Casting Spells: The Spell that Heals is the Spell that also Destroys
Perimenopause, with all its heat and destabilizing shifts, is showing me something I did not expect. This is beyond the familiar tropes—giving fewer f*cks, embracing the Crone archetype, stepping into eldership. Those, as true and beautiful as they are, are ripples. Beneath them, something deeper is moving.
My body is harnessing a current of power I had not yet touched. Not simply the generative force of Wood feeding Fire, Fire turning to Earth through its ashes, and so on, but the degenerative cycle—the one that reaches across the pentacle rather than moving along it. Fire melting Metal. Metal severing Wood. My voice and body, in the context of my magic, are not just constructing; they are deconstructing in the same breath.
The spell that heals is the spell that destroys. The invocation that calls something into being is the same that banishes what was. (An example - if we are sick, the virus must die for us to heal). There is no birthwork without deathwork.
The deeper I go into sorcery, the more I see how command is misunderstood. We recoil from the word because we have known power wielded against us—domination, coercion, force. Many of us have been taught that magic should be soft, receptive, a gentle attunement. And yet, to truly cast a spell is not to beg. It is not to control. It is to move with such presence that energy responds. It is relational.
To command is not to force—it is to enter into such deep accord with a thing that it cannot help but move with you.
To cast is to know: What is mine to weave, and what is not?
To direct energy in such a way that those who resonate will feel it, and those who don’t—simply won’t. No force. No resistance. Just an opening.
CRAFTING THE ARCANE is a year-long training in practical spellcasting.
We do not memorize techniques.
We craft—through practice, with the elements, through the rhythms of raising and releasing power.
We animate. We reanimate. We improve life.
We work with Wood, the force of vision and initiation—where the spell wakes, stretching toward form.
We move into Fire, the pulse of transformation and power—learning to raise, direct, and sustain energy without burning ourselves in the process.
We root in Earth, the foundation of stability and manifestation—ensuring that what is cast is held, that the work is not only energetic but embodied.
We refine with Metal, the precision of will and clarity—cutting through distortion, sharpening the focus of our craft.
We release with Water, the flow of surrender and interdimensionality—letting the spell slip beyond us into the unseen.
And most of all, we work with both their constructive and destructive potencies.
They are only as powerful as the hands that wield them.
As above, so below. As within, so without. As cast, so received.
The question is not “Can I cast spells that work?” but “Am I willing to meet myself at the threshold of my own power?”
The Working Altar—unlike a Devotional Altar—is a space where we engage with both the generative and the degenerative. Where we stop making bargains with life. Where we learn to stand at the center of the pentacle and shape the world, even as it shapes us.
Those who are part of this group, I am so very excited to make and remake with you.
Those who are observing on the sidelines, what are you waiting for?
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Following the spirits,