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:
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
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![]() It's interesting how Goddess has been working in my life lately. I have been invited to frequently pause and "check in". My life has been on a plane of "to dos" lately and I can easily get caught up in the mundane and often necessary tasks of the world. As we all must traverse on this plane of existence and our never ending "to dos", I'd like to think that I am still aware of the "more" around me. There is more than what we see around us. It is that place where you see or feel something that cannot be explained. Or you just "know" something is about to happen but you can't explain what... Well, that sort of living is what I'd like to think I'm pretty well versed at. And for the most part, I am. (most humbly stated... for the record) :) But there are also those times when the mundane can take hold of me and sail me away across the abyss of the human construct. Where I worry about what to worry about next... Where the old stories love to creep back into my mind and try to attach to current situations, Or... Where I am just too busy with family and friends to stop and check in to the true knowing part of me. The part that transcends the mundane and loves to look past the illusion. So as I have been going, going, going. I have noticed something... Things tend to get a little quiet. Sort of like talking on the phone and the other end of the line goes quiet and you think the call dropped? You know that sort of quiet? It makes you panic for a quick sec and say, "Hello? Hello?" Well that's what's been happening in my world. Goddess has been training me that when all goes "Quiet", I need to stop and check in. Did the call drop? Am I even connected? More importantly... Am I even listening? And that's the point. Am I even listening. Goddess works in the most delightful, mysterious ways in my life. And just as She does Her part... so must I. I must always ensure that I am taking a moment to say, "hello". The great things is though... She always answers. In Her service, With so much love, Shakti |
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