Dark Witchery

A brutally honest Dark Witchery rant about the America we deserve—justice, dignity, and the end of MAGA rot. Here’s what I fucking want.

Not every witch is chosen by the shadows. This is why the dark calls to you — and never to them.

A brutally honest dark witch rant for the days when you’re done with everyone’s nonsense. Shadow humor, rage, and witch-power all in one.

Shadow Sight is the dark witch’s gift to see truth, danger, and hidden intentions long before others can. A deep guide to the unseen.

Jupiter’s chaos meets Virgo’s judgment. We don’t manifest — we build empires, one sarcastic spell at a time.

Never doubt your ability, witch. Tarot doesn’t fail—you just need to listen in the dark spaces between the cards.

Burn smarter, not harder. Discover what your candles are really whispering when you light them — straight from the cauldron of Dark Witchery

My spirit dolls don’t wait to be bought — they call to you through dreams and whispers until you finally listen.

Whispers linger where the dead once stood. The Whispering Bones Ritual teaches you to hear them—and to listen without fear.

Step into the dark with this Saturday Oracle Reading from Dark Witchery. El Shaddai, Set, and Nix unveil the truths hidden in shadow.

Understand the principles and practices of dark witchery, focusing on its applications and tools.

Step beyond candlelight and charm — this is where the forbidden art begins. Discover the philosophy and the tools that shape true Dark Witch

The Beaver Supermoon raged through the storm — and I was out there with my jar. What I bottled wasn’t just rain… it was raw lunar chaos.

When the candle’s flame dies, the smoke begins to speak. Listen closely—your shadows are whispering back.

Feed emotion through your screen. The Emoji Spell channels power through symbols, turning your device into a vessel of intent.

Your phone hums with power. Feed it. Shape it. Let the current of the Machine serve your majick.

A witch’s thoughts on the energy that hums through our screens — how we feed it, how it feeds us.

I buried soul cakes for the dead and somehow planted a money spell. The ancestors are laughing—and my bank account’s growing.

When life gets chaotic, pour your attitude into a bowl of salt. Stir in sarcasm, add herbs, and watch the nonsense dissolve.

The veil still stirs. Samhain may be over, but the dead are not done with us yet.