29/10/2025
It’s not a trend.
It’s not about looking the part.
It’s not something to prove or perform.
It’s in the quiet.
The stillness.
The way you tend your altar when no one’s watching.
It’s the scent of herbs in your bowl.
The candle you light with intention.
The soft pull of memory through your lineage.
The way you pour presence into ordinary things and make them holy.
This is what magick means to me.
🖤 Tarot decks scattered nearby
🖤 The cauldron that’s older than my practice
🖤 Feathers, flowers, offerings, flame
🖤 Devotion, not decoration
No flashy rituals. No need to explain.
Just energy. Just reverence. Just real.
Let them keep their filters. I’ll keep my flame.