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

Every once in a while, you find yourself at the edge of something, a quiet little threshold where intention meets form. Sometimes it comes with fanfare. Sometimes it comes with cinnamon and clover, stirred into wax while your daughter laughs beside you.

This was one of those times.

It started with a casual thumb scroll through TikTok. Just a quick glimpse of a local metaphysical shop called Sacred Creations, and the owner talking about their new store hours. I don’t usually get local content like that, but something nudged me to take note of it and visit. So I went. My daughter Savannah came with me. And what we walked into felt like a soft kind of spell.

Located upstairs in a historic building on Main Street in Liberty, Missouri, the shop is cozy and open, perched on the second floor like a tucked-away sanctuary. The air smells like incense and possibility. Prisms in the shape of moons and stars hang from the ceiling, casting little flickers of light as they spin. Crystals cover the tables. Herbs nestle in curio cabinets. Stickers, soaps, spell jars, and jewelry line the shelves, all made by local artisans. My favorite find? A sticker that said "Witchy Mama". Because. . .  of course.

We were welcomed by Alex, who greeted us with the kind of warmth that lets your guard down. And the owner, Cody, was just as lovely. . . curly-haired, with a deep, welcoming smile. She carried that glow of someone who genuinely loves what she’s created. 

There was magick to be found everywhere you looked, but what called to me, was at the candle bar. Sacred Creations lets you build your own ritual candle right there on the spot. Fragrance, vessel, crystals, herbs, and all. You name your intention, select up to four oils, crystals, and herbs, and they help you blend and pour your creation into something tangible. It’s intuitive, sensory, and sacred without being overly complicated. I called mine Business Bloom.
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I wanted something that felt soft but strong. And something that would help anchor my next season of growth as an entrepreneur, as a creator, and as someone ready to step more fully into her gifts. I chose honey, almond, and ylang ylang as the fragrance base. . . sweet, warm, and inviting. For the crystals, I picked yellow aragonite, yellow fluorite, citrine, and moonstone. Stones of clarity, prosperity, and intuitive confidence. For herbs: red clover for financial success, yarrow for protection and visibility, and cinnamon to spark the flame of prosperity.
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We didn't measure exactly how much of each fragrance we put into the candle individually (although we did have a measuring cup that we were not to exceed, to ensure a proper burning candle.)  So when it came to the fragrances I chose, It was about feeling. We stirred the oils with wooden sticks until the scent felt right. We placed the crystals with intention. I placed some at the bottom and some sprinkled on top. The herbs were layered in to make sure the candle was infused with the properties of the magick I intended.

And just like that, something shifted.

It was simple, yes, but also something else. Something I’ve been circling around for a while: actually doing the thing.For all the study, planning, and collecting supplies, I hadn’t lit this match yet. This candle, this moment, was the first spark. And it felt so good!

Savannah made her own candle too, and watching her joy only added to the spell of the afternoon. We both left smiling.
And that’s the thing about Sacred Creations, it’s the kind of place you’ll want to return to, because you know you didn’t catch it all the first time. There’s always another crystal to notice, another scent to try, another charm tucked on a shelf. And I felt the name of this whimsical store was exactly the vibe needed. . . we had crafted a sacred creation.

May your magick manifest in the most beautiful ways,

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