If you’ve ever explored witchcraft or ritual magic, you’ve likely encountered the phrase “casting a circle.” While it might sound mysterious to newcomers, the concept is beautifully simple: a circle… …
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In the misty coastal rainforests of British Columbia, a creature moves through ancient cedars like a living ghost – the spirit bear. Known to the Kitasoo/Xai’xais and Gitga’at First Nations… …
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Part 1 : From childhood dreams to whispered curiosities, I always felt a tug toward something deeper. Witchism wasn’t a word I knew then, but the pull was already there.
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Part 2 : The woods felt sacred. Animals showed up at the right time. I talked to the moon. Back then, I didn’t know it was magic. I just knew it felt real.
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Part 3 : Growing up, I wrestled with religion. There were rules I couldn't follow, and truths that didn't match what I felt in my bones. Witchism became my way of reclaiming the divine on my own terms.
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Part 4 : A book. A conversation. A tarot deck in a dusty shop. My journey truly began with one unexpected moment of resonance.
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Part 5 : It took time to name myself “witch.” The world taught me to fear it. But slowly, I learned to untangle witchcraft from shame.
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Part 6 : It’s not about power over—it’s about connection. With nature, spirit, ancestors, and myself. Witchism isn’t a religion. It’s a relationship.
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Part 7 : My altar started with a candle and a rock. Over time, rituals formed, tools gathered, and everything became a sacred act—from stirring tea to walking barefoot.
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Part 8 : Books, people, spirits, and chance encounters have all shaped me. Some lessons were gentle. Others cracked me open. All of them mattered.