What They Don’t Tell You About Real Magic

Everyone talks about spells like they’re soft.

Light a candle. Think positive. Wish it so.

That’s not magic. That’s theatre for the masses.

Real magic bleeds.

It demands time, obsession, sacrifice.

It breaks you before it rebuilds you—and only if the spirits agree to it.

No one tells you how love spells twist the heart before they bind the other.

Or how justice rituals rip through your own shadows before they ever touch your enemies.

They don’t say that sometimes, you wake up shaking. Crying. Laughing. Burning.

Because when a ritual is real, it doesn't just affect them—it transforms you too.

I’ve walked through that fire. Still do.

Not every night, but often enough to forget what peace feels like.

And I don’t regret a second of it.

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I don’t write this to impress you. I write this so you know: if you come to me, be ready.

You’re not hiring a performer.

You’re invoking someone who walks hand-in-hand with the dead and doesn’t flinch.

Read the Rituals section if you’re serious.

Otherwise—go back to wishing.