Let’s get one thing straight.
Friday the 13th isn’t about the slasher flicks that had every 80s kid terrified to set foot in the woods, or at summer camp.

I’ve never believed Friday the 13th was unlucky.
Sure, it carries a heavy superstition, but that’s exactly what makes it misunderstood.

Now, I’m no historian. I’m sure plenty of things have happened on the 13th day of the month. But let’s be honest, so have a lot of other days.
This one just gets the blame.

And we know what happens to things that get misunderstood.
They get feared.
They get called cursed.
They get burned, exiled, labeled dangerous.

Sound familiar?

Thirteen is sacred. It always has been.
Thirteen moons in a year.
Thirteen cycles in a woman’s menses cycle.
Witches tracked it. Priestesses lived by it.
Life moved with it… ebbed and flowed, by its pull.
It was beautiful. Rhythmic. Feminine.

Which is exactly what made it threatening. Then you add in Friday.
The day of Venus. Freya. Love, sex, fertility, war, and spellcraft.
She rode her chariot with wild hair, embodying all of her power with zero apologies.
So what happens when you combine the number of lunar power with the day of the goddess?
You get a portal of energy so potent it had to be shut down.

And how do you shut it down?
You twist it.
You call it cursed.
You say if it lands on the calendar, stay in bed and pray. And for heaven’s sake do not step on any cracks, walk under any ladders, or be around black cats.

Meanwhile, those of us with cauldrons and candles are like,
“Mmm... sounds like a great night to stir some things up.”

This date carries a charge.
You can feel it.
Even people who claim not to believe in any of it still clutch their steering wheel tighter when Friday the 13th rolls around.

Perfect.

That means there’s all this energy in abundance.
Focused.
Easy to tap into.
It’s a day for candle magick.
For writing bold intentions.
For flipping the script on every story that told you power should be hidden or punished.

It’s a wide-open door for divination, spellwork, ancestral connection, and anything that needs a little heat behind it.
Not in spite of the superstition, but because of it.
The world is already throwing energy at this day.
You might as well scoop it up and make something beautiful.

If you want to anchor your magick today, here's an idea to tap into the vault:

• Light a candle.
• Write something down that you want to call in or call back.
• Set a crystal on top of the paper.
• Imagine the energy of your words being absorbed by the crystal, either for transmutation or to anchor in.
• Sit with it.
• Feel the energy swirling around the space you’ve made.

Now, depending on your intention:
If it’s to release, take that crystal and bury it in the earth so it can be transmuted.
If you’re calling something in, place it on your altar or carry it with you until your energy has melded with it.
Then place it on your nightstand and leave it there until it manifests.

Speak something true. 
It doesn’t have to be poetic. Just something from the heart and the essence of your soul. Make sure you mean the words you’re speaking.
An example would be:
I claim this day. What others call cursed, I proclaim magickal.
I remember.
I reclaim.
Let superstition and fear on this day diminish before my intention.

Friday the 13th is yours to utilize.
Yours to bless.
Yours to bend into a spell.
This day has power.
So do you.

Let the world clutch its pearls.
Let them panic over luck and ladders and mirrors.
You’ve got a magickal life to tend. Dreams to manifest.

You are the living grimoire. Keep writing those exquisite chapters.

Happy Magickal Friday the 13th, Witch.

Magickally,
Shakti Magia

I have a confession to make. I’ve never really enjoyed a true farmers market.
“Why?” you might ask.

Because they used to overwhelm me. I felt like an oddball, unsure how to approach a booth. I’d worry about hurting the seller’s feelings if I didn’t buy something.
Hahaha, I know.

But it had been way too many years since I gave it a real try, so I decided to venture out to a big, popular one here in the city. And you know what? I loved it.

There were the smells: freshly brewed coffee, sun-ripened tomatoes, spicy chiles, and little whiffs of kettle corn floating on the breeze.

As Patrick and I wandered the market, it honestly felt like the universe said, “Here. Take a breath. Enjoy this.”
So I did.

First stop: tomatoes. Rows of them, blushing in the morning light. Deep red, full of flavor. And then, there it was. This golden tomato with a stem curl that gave it serious attitude. It was like, “Yes, I know I’m the only one like me. You’re welcome.”
I respected that energy.

Next up, the flowers. It felt like we’d stumbled into a Fae market. Sunflowers, peonies, deep purple irises that brought such an “otherworldly” vibe, it was impossible to ignore.

Then came the dried chiles. Basket after basket of them, like tiny fire wands waiting to be stirred into something that clears your sinuses and wakes up your soul. 

There was this buzz in the air. People chatting, laughing, tasting honey, squeezing produce, just... living. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t curated for Instagram. But it was real.

And that’s where the magick is. Not in the perfect photo, but in the moment your heart does a soft somersault because someone hands you a flower or smiles like they mean it.

Somewhere between the flower stall and the homemade mosquito repellent lady, I realized this is the kind of life I used to wish for.
And now, I’m living it.

It’s full of color. Full of flavor. Full of those tiny moments that quietly stack into something sacred.

So here’s your reminder. Magick doesn’t always show up with candles or chanting.
Sometimes it looks like tomatoes and sunflowers.
Sometimes it’s just letting the day unfold without rushing it.

And if you’re ever feeling off or disconnected, go to a market.

Let beauty catch you off guard.
Let yourself be that one golden tomato in a sea of red.
The world will notice.

The magick will find you when you look for it,

Shakti
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When most people hear the word alchemy, they think of potions and symbols, lead turning to gold, or robed men pouring over ancient scrolls in candlelit towers.
But that’s not the kind of alchemy I practice.

Not exactly.

The kind of alchemy I’m speaking of is far more personal.
It doesn’t require a philosopher’s stone.
It begins right where you are.
In your thoughts.
In your breath.
In the quiet moment you choose something different.

Modern alchemy is what happens when you transmute fear into power, grief into clarity, hesitation into momentum.

It’s what happens when a kindred soul reclaims their power, not by shouting louder, but by turning inward and finding the spark.

This space was created for women who are remembering their voice, their sovereignty, and their magick.
But all kindred souls aligned with this current are welcome here.

If you feel the call, then you belong.

Alchemy in this modern form lives in the everyday. The mundane. The world of the modern soul trying to live their best life. It shows up in how you speak to yourself, how you respond to challenge, how you choose to stay when it's easier to retreat. It lives in your ritual and in your resistance, in your boundaries and your breathwork, in your quiet decision to grow forward instead of collapse inward.

We are all, in some way, in the process of becoming. Sacred works in progress. Learning how to hold dualities.
Power and softness. Boundaries and grace. Chaos and stillness. Learning how to alchemize what we carry into who we are becoming.

And because I know how lonely that process can feel, I created a place to hold it:
The Alchemy Circle.

It’s a free online community for kindred souls walking the path of self-remembrance and transformation.
A space for the everyday mystic, the sacred skeptic, the spiritual wanderer, the one just waking up, and the one who thought she was alone in this.

Each week inside the group, we follow a shared rhythm. You’ll find check-ins, prompts, energy reflections, and gentle reminders that your path is yours, but you never have to walk it without witness.

Some engage every day.
Some observe quietly.
All are welcome.
Your presence alone shifts the energy of the space.

If you’ve been looking for a circle where you can breathe a little deeper, feel more connected, and remember your own power, this is your invitation.

The alchemy starts here.
And it starts with you.

🜁
Join The Alchemy Circle

I'll see you there!
Shakti

This month, I turn 53.

I’ve lived enough years to see entire versions of myself rise, fall, rebuild, transform, and bloom again. Enough years to know that most things don’t stay the same for long, and enough wisdom now to be at peace with that.

I stopped dying my hair. Not because I’ve given up on my appearance. But because I’ve learned to embrace this side of my becoming.

There are silver threads along the frame of my face and around my temples. And threads throughout my entire head. I’m learning to see them as stars. Signs that my stellar being is starting to peek through. They shimmer when the light hits them just right. And maybe that’s the point, some things only show their beauty when the light shifts.

My body has settled into a natural, truer rhythm. Not always predictable, but familiar. Like a drumbeat I used to dance around, and now, finally, I’m learning a few of the steps. It’s a work in progress.
But aren't we all?

The most beautiful mirror I have now are my daughters. In them, I see the best of what I carry and the evolution of everything I still hope for. They are wise and wild in their own ways. Fierce and funny. They are brilliant. Powerful Sovereigns of their lives. 

And now, I’m starting to see myself in my grandchildren also. The older ones, who call me Gammy, are now taller than me. You can see them starting to take on their own uniqueness, ideas, expressions and things outside the realm of their parents. They don’t climb into my lap anymore, but we laugh, we talk, and every now and then, I catch a glimmer in their eyes that reminds me of my children at their age.

The little ones aren’t saying my name just yet, but they know me.
We read books, play games. . . or at least I try. Sometimes they’re off in toddler worlds of their own, and that’s okay.
It’s enough to just be near them and to witness this next wave of their becoming.

This year, as I step into 53, I’m also stepping into a new cycle in numerology, what’s called a Personal Year 1.
Last year was a 9 Year for me, which is all about completions and release. And let me tell you, I felt that.
Some stories ended. Some identities faded. I closed doors I had outgrown, even if I’d once clung to the handles.

But this year, this 1 Year, feels like a wide open field. There’s a sense of possibility again.
A whispered invitation that says,
You can begin here.
And I’m listening.

If you’re curious what your personal year is, here’s how to find it:
Take your birth month + day, and add it to the current year.
Then reduce that number to a single digit.
For example:
Mine is May 23 → 5 + 23 + 2025 = 2053
Then 2 + 0 + 5 + 3 = 1

That’s my number this year.
A year of new beginnings.
New choices.
New chapters.

Happy Solar Return to Me.
May we all see our beauty and recognize the gift of life at every age-
Shakti

If we were sitting across from each other right now, favorite drinks in hand, I’d speak to you as the witch I am. No performance. No polish. Just real magick and truth.

I'd tell you that sometimes, the most powerful spell I cast is while I am ready to drift to sleep and whispering gratitude in the dark, I remind myself I’m still here. Still worthy. Still walking. Still fulfilling the calling of my soul.

And then I'd smile and say, "Also, I put a little spit on my candle wick."

Yes, really.

Because sealing a candle with my essence is a moment of connection. Of blessing and claiming. It’s saying, “This is mine. This intention is real. And my DNA holds so much more than just me.”

There’s so much out there about what being a witch “should” look like.

Perfect altars. Always burning incense. Always grounded. Always radiant.
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But sometimes, I light a cinnamon stick instead of an incense stick not because I need to cleanse anything, but because maybe I need a little extra luck. . .  A touch of otherworldly intention. A whisper of mystical blessing to dance in the corners of my day.

That’s the kind of witch I am. . . Not always polished. But always present. And always intentional.
Things my inner witch would tell you over coffee:

• Your voice is magick. Use it often. 
• Add a pinch of salt to your bath and your shampoo. (It clears more than you think.)
• Don’t wait for a new moon to begin again. You are allowed to reset any time.
• The spell doesn’t need to be elaborate. But it does need to come from your heart.
• If it feels disconnected, it probably is. Trust that.
• Find quiet on purpose. The answers get louder there.
• Protect your joy like it’s sacred. Because it is.
• Call in your people. Even if it feels awkward at first. We need each other.

And that’s the real reason I created The Alchemy Circle.
Because in a world designed to keep us scrolling, comparing, and second-guessing ourselves, we need spaces of intentional connection. Places to come back to our knowing. Back to each other.
You don’t have to do this alone. You never did.

Come sit with us.
Come be witnessed.
Come remember what you already are.
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🌀 Link can be found here: The Alchemy Circle

May your Magick Always Be Blessed- 
Shakti

Hello Friends!
I find myself in a contemplative space as huge family events take place in my personal life. And as I reflect on what was and what is yet to become, I am guided so share some "nuggets" of wisdom:

What I Want You to Know as the Next Chapter Begins:
There are moments when time folds.
When one blink holds a whole lifetime.
Today is one of them.

My daughter, Savannah, graduates this month.
And as I sit with all the feelings braided through this milestone. . . pride, joy, awe, tears tucked in the corners of my eyes, I find myself thinking not just of her, but of all of us.
Of what it means to become.

Watching her grow has been one of the greatest honors of my life. Not just as her mother, but as a sacred witness to her journey. She is the kind of woman who never gives up, no matter the odds.

She’s met fear at the door, changed plans midstream, and still kept walking. She’s cried, laughed, doubted, and still moved forward. That is what resilience looks like. Not the absence of fear, but the refusal to let it stop you.
And yet, this blessing is not just for her. It’s for you, too.

For the one standing at the edge of something new.
The one who is shifting, shedding, and unsure of what comes next.
For the woman who had a plan, and then life said, “Wait. Not that way. This one.”

Let me say this clearly:
The path to your becoming will almost never look like you thought it would.
It will stretch you.
Break you open.
It will take you places your younger self never could have imagined.
But eventually, it unfolds. And one day, you’ll look back and say,

“Ah. I see it now. I see why I had to walk through that.
I see why it couldn’t have happened any other way.”

You’ll see that it all mattered. . . 

The reroutes. The doubt. The delays. The falling apart. The getting back up.
Every step was its own kind of alchemy.

So here’s what I want you to know, whether you’re graduating or simply growing:

You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to keep becoming. One brave step at a time.

Congratulations to my brilliant Savannah, to every soul crossing a threshold this season, and to you. . . the one still rising.

May the journey always reward you with unexpected blessings-
Shakti

Hi Friends!

Let’s set the record straight.

Alchemy isn’t locked in dusty tomes or buried beneath centuries of forgotten rituals.
It’s not something you need a robe for. Or a tower. Or a fancy Latin incantation.

Alchemy is alive.

And she is walking through your life right now.

She’s in the pause before you speak.
In the breath that softens your chest before you step into the room.
In the quiet grief that you refuse to turn bitter.
In the moment you gather yourself, not because it’s easy, but because you remember who you are.

That is real magick.

We’ve been conditioned to look for fireworks, drama, the grand before-and-after. But the truest transmutation?
It happens in small, subtle moments. The kind you almost miss if you're not paying attention.

It’s the woman who’s bone-tired but still gets up and tries again.
The mother who breaks a generational curse without telling anyone, just by doing things differently.
The mystic who folds the laundry while whispering her intentions.
The CEO who runs her business like a temple, every client anointed by intention.

That’s modern alchemy.

Not the kind that demands perfection.
The kind that honors presence.

It’s the work of individuals who are elbows deep in it. Not watching from the sidelines. Not skipping ahead to the outcome. . . . But here. Knee-deep in the undoing and reweaving. Gold in their veins and dirt under their fingernails.
We are the ones turning lead into gold. Not just metaphorically, but energetically, emotionally, spiritually. Every fear, every wound, every old story is the raw material. And your presence, your will, your remembering? That is the fire.

That’s why The Alchemy Circle was created.

It’s a private space. A place to witness one another in the mess and the beauty. A space for thosewho know that their healing is the work. That their daily showing up is the spell.

We share insights.
We follow the energy.
We reflect.
We rise.
Together.

If that speaks to you, your seat is already waiting.
→ Join The Alchemy Circle

You don’t need to be more ready. You just need to come as you are.

Because you are the work.
You are the vessel.
You are the alchemist.
Welcome to the circle.

I look forward to seeing you there!
Magickally-
Shakti

Hi Friends,
There’s something in the air this time of year. . .
Not just pollen, although yes, the allergies are real (for sure!).

I’m talking about that feeling.

The one that makes you want to wear fewer layers, dance barefoot in your backyard, or sit under a star-lit sky making wishes like when you were a kid.

That’s Beltane energy.

Now before you picture flower crowns and maypoles and assume this isn’t for you… pause. Beltane isn’t about pretending we live in a cottagecore fantasy (sigh). It’s about remembering that you are the fantasy. The flame.
The one who says yes to life.

So What Is Beltane in This Modern Day and Age?

Traditionally, it’s the midway point between spring and summer—a cross-quarter festival on the Celtic Wheel of the Year that marks the return of heat, light, growth, and... desire. Yasss.
Beltane is about fertility, but not just in the baby-making sense (insert HUGE grin). Fertility of everything. Ideas. Love. Creativity. Soulful risk-taking. The fire you’ve been quietly tending all winter? This is when you let it leap.

In ancient times, people lit bonfires, leapt over them, celebrated their bodies, their unions, their intentions.
And sure, maybe most of us can’t dance around or jump over a full-on bonfire these days, but that doesn’t mean the invitation no longer stands. Wherever you are, you can take this time to celebrate life, love, creation, and sacred flame.

No backyard (like me, currently)? No problem. You don’t need acreage or antlers to make this sacred.
Try one (or a few) of these:

• Light a candle on your windowsill and whisper a wish into it
• Walk barefoot on the earth, or if that’s not an option, get your hands in some potting soil
• Eat something fresh, sweet, or dripping with honey
• Let music move through you (whatever makes you let loose)
• Bless your body
• Make love
• Light a candle and jump over the fire with your lover (Mr. Wallace and I use a tea light)

The key? Presence. Joy. Intention.

That’s the magick.

Here’s what I really want you take away from all of this:
So often, we wait for the right moment, the right moon, the right level of healing to celebrate ourselves.
Beltane is the reminder that the moment is now. That joy is sacred. That your desire to create, connect, or simply feel good is holy. It is the way of Goddess.

This season, let yourself ignite.
Be the spark.
Be the flame.
Be the one who says yes to the beauty of being alive.

Need a little ritual inspiration? Volume 3 of Luxunis Life has a full Beltane feature (including a super doable DIY) waiting for you.

Celebrate the fire within. Let it ignite and burn bright!

Wishing you a magickal, fiery Beltane-
Shakti


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Hi Friends,
Let’s be honest. Some days feel... flat. Like the magick got up and left without leaving a note. You stir your tea three times clockwise, light your favorite candle, and still feel kinda meh.
Been there.

But here’s the thing I’ve learned: magick doesn’t always show up in the big rituals. Sometimes, it hides in the tiny, ordinary, blink-and-you-miss-it moments. The secret is remembering to notice them.

So, if you’re in need of a little everyday enchantment, here are a few ways to sneak some witchy wonder back into your life. No full moon, altar room, or ceremonial cloak required.

1. Stir Intention Into Your Morning Drink
Coffee, tea, matcha, doesn’t matter. Stir in what you want more of: clarity, calm, creative chaos. Bonus points if you do it out loud. Whispering counts.

2. Dress Like a Spell
Pick a vibe. Channel it. Dress for the energy you want to embody. Whether that’s velvet high priestess or “I’m one long cardigan away from a forest ritual,” go for it.

3. Enchant Your Home One Corner at a Time
You don’t need to sage the entire place. Just pick one nook and bless it. Add a crystal, a spritz of rose water, or a note under your pillow. Magick expands where it’s welcomed.
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4. Talk to Your Tools
Seriously. Talk to your crystals. Greet your tarot deck. Touch the wooden spoon like it’s an old friend. Your tools are listening. When you speak, you are breathing life into these sacred tools. And they become more aligned with your work. So go ahead. . . talk to them! They respond best when acknowledged. 

5. Create a Mini-Portal
Choose something ordinary and give it a job. A specific doorframe you walk through when you want to shift your energy. A ring you wear when you need courage. A drawer that only holds sacred things.
Portal: unlocked.

Life Is Already the Spell
The more you notice the enchantment woven into the everyday, the less pressure you’ll feel to create it from scratch.
You’re not separate from your magick. You’re living inside it.
So if this week has felt a little dull or disconnected, try weaving a little wonder back in. One flicker, one word, one whisper at a time.

Oh and if you need more inspiration, Volume 3 of Luxunis Life has a beautiful spread on everyday magick you can try at your own pace. DIYs, spells, journal art, and inspiring rituals to bring you back to your inner mystic.

Because remember, you are the magick. 
Magickally Yours,
Shakti