There was change in the air, and we could all feel it. Signs pointed to a sundering of everything we knew. The dragon repeatedly said \”The angels are going to the ocean.\” We didn\’t know what it meant, or if maybe she was secretly a huge Nick Cage fan, but either way it was cause for alarm. One of the earliest truths that I learned, back in my solo days, was that there were several points around the globe that acted as fonts or magickal energy. The reason was never certain, but my running theory was that they were convergence points; anchors connecting the astral realm with ours. We could each feel that one, possibly more, of these points had been shattered. There was an imbalance to the energies around us. A chaotic motion that made it difficult to control our own energies.
After that, we started drifting, one by one. The bonds that had kept us together, the family, was breaking apart. We would catch each other acting out of character, making poor, selfish decisions that we never would have made before. Some of us became hostile towards each other. There came a point when only the dragon and I remained… Lightning and fire clashed and our paths diverged…
In the years to come, the world seemed different. The Magick that once filled the air was dead and unmoving. Simple spells still worked and I could still commune with the other side, but there was static, like the connection was holding on by a thread. Hopefully, I kept scanning, hoping for a sign of fellow practitioners. Someone who had seen and felt the same shift that I did. The book stores were closing. The metaphysics shops were going under. The club for our kind had gone straight. I was alone again…
It was in this darkness, this magickal drought that I met my wife. She too was a naturally talented solitary witch and had also inexplicably fell out of touch recently. She gave me hope that not all was lost. She gave me shelter from my own darkness. She also gave me a son, and with him, a new reason to grow. I began working on advancing my career. I occasionally found the opportunity to help others, house cleansings, exorcisms, but they were few and far between. That part of my life had taken a backseat to material responsibility. I focused on providing for my family. Everything else was secondary.
Years would go by where I would barely even speak to the spirits. My energy waned. My knowledge faded. But every so often, the calling would be too great to ignore, leading me to break out the witch\’s trunk full of my old supplies, reset the altar, and raise energy. Every so often, the calling would be too great to ignore, and I could breath…
What the past 10 years has taught me is that incorporating a magickal life into a life of work, sleep, repeat is a challenge. It is, however, possible, and oh so worth it. If you too have had the calling as I have, living without it, living against the grain is a dark, cold, empty way to get by. Even with the love of a family keeping me sane, there was still a part of me that wasn\’t present. My aim with this page is to help teach, motivate, and inspire you to keep the candle burning in your life as I have learned to do in mine. You may be going through the same thing now that I went through then. It may dark and cold. You may feel like a piece of you is missing, but I\’m here to tell you… Nothing lasts forever.