Witchy Wednesday: Take 5

A Matter of Some Importance.

This week, we decided to share information about things we find important on the witchy path. Dissy went with the technical topic of spell work, and Barb went with a personal topic of what’s important to her on this road. Ready? Buckle in, Witches!


For me, the most important things to consider in spell work are, without a doubt, focus and intent. Both need to come with tunnel vision and the clarity of Icelandic spring water (and that shit is pretty damn clear).

This is why I do very little actual spell work.  I have a hard time nailing down what it is I truly desire with any decent level of specificity. One day, I want to be a nurse, the next day, I want to be a teacher, and then I have always wanted to be independently wealthy. I will never do spell work for a relationship or to control another person’s free will. I consider this highly unethical, so it doesn’t matter how clearly I can see my ideal partner in my mind’s eye. I will not be petitioning the universe to deliver him to my doorstep.  He has to come on his own because he wants to be here. I wouldn’t accept it any other way.

Have you ever heard that the universe likes to fuck with you?  No? Well, let me be the first to tell you:

The universe likes to fuck with you.

Do a super vague spell to bring you more money.  I dare you.  That penny you find on the ground the next day? It counts. It’s more money than you had prior to you finding it. And there you are… the butt of a cosmic joke.  For that money spell, you need to consider the following:

  1. What do you need?
  2. How much do you need?
  3. How are you going to get it?
  4. What are you going to do to help?
  5. Why do you need it?
  6. How will you show your gratitude?

Personally, I also feel the need to throw in a commitment to learn from whatever magick I throw out there.

Also, I never act from emotion.  In spell work, anyhow. I take time to think prior to acting because consequences delivered from me are important. I also throw in an “out” so to speak. Let’s say there’s a hex for a slight involved. I add wording along the lines of “a genuine attempt by the other party to make this right will cancel out this spell.”

I remember the one and only time I ever “officially” laid the cosmic smackdown on another person. It was such a good experience for me. I learned so much about myself as a person and how I function in my relationships. I also learned a lot about giving opportunities to apologize. Yes, if you’re going to throw in the cancellation clause, you have to provide opportunities for the apology to occur.

Yes. My spell worked, and it did get cancelled. I actually became good friends with the other party involved. It stayed that way for a very long time. I did end up ending the friendship, but it was for reasons that had nothing to do with my magickal workings.

So, there you have it.  Focus. Intent. Boom.


As I’ve mentioned previously, I was raised Catholic. I was also part of a fairly large Southern family, including my Great Grandmother and eleven Great Uncles. These things combined in my mind to leave me with a vague sense of longing for something that had never existed.

I’d read plenty of stories and seen lots of movies about how things were supposed to go in families like mine. As a girl, I was supposed to be learning from the women, things like how to make the perfect pie crust, iron the curtains just so, land the ideal man, and navigate the complicated social dynamics of the church. By the time I reached womanhood, those whose path I followed down should have knitted me into the long line of maternal history.

Reality was drastically different. I wasn’t taught to cook, clean, or sew. Nor was I taught anything about relationships, whether familial, friend, or romantic. The church we attended was so cold and indifferent, there really wasn’t any community to find my place in. My only role was to shut up and stay out of the way. Which, in retrospect, isn’t far off from what the Catholic Church expected women to be like, now that I think about it.

Getting back on track, at first, when I was a brand-new baby witch, I was still on my own. My priorities had changed, there was a full-time job to keep up with, children to raise, bills to pay. Who had the luxury of thinking about their place in the world? However, as time passed, and I allowed myself to put feelers out, I started finding the community I had sought for so long.

None of these women cared about flawlessly ironed sheets, but they could tell me what to do when I had to leave for work in a few hours and the baby wouldn’t stop screaming. And how to modify a marinara recipe so I could make a triple batch in the crockpot. Oh yeah, and here’s how you get spit-up out of your carpet.

Now, even though I work too much, I’m often too tired to keep up with things around the house, and the dinner rolls I made for Thanksgiving could have been used in a slingshot, I feel at peace. No matter what I’m doing, I have found the sisterhood I needed, all because I found the Craft first.

Dissy and Barb. Seester Witches.

And there you have it. Please feel free to leave any questions you may have in the comments section, and we will be glad to answer them in next week’s Witchy Wednesday blog.

Cent’anni, Bitches!

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