I’ve been looking to start a coven of my own for all the witches and magical beings around the area. The past few sabbaths I’ve done my rituals alone but would love to have a group of people with the same energetic beliefs come together and join in on magical bliss . May 1st is Beltane which represents change. It would only make sense to have this group get together for a gathering. Unfortunately everytime I try the people are undedicated. Most of these “witches” only do it for fashion to be cool and mysterious or even dark which is completely untrue about witchcraft. Hollywood and the mainstream have definitely exploited magic. When I ask some of these girls where they learned they were witches they say things like “oh you know that movie the craft or this teen witch” muck. It’s not something you become a part of because its cool, it’s a way of living. Spells are not a wave of a wand and wala. You don wear crystals around your neck or burn incense and automatically are spiritually connected to the craft. These are the tools used so your energy can create that magic.
So if you’re someone who has a great deal of respect and the right kind of energy Id like for us to get together and learn from each other. Even if you’re not here directly we can arrange a ritual at the same time and send over the energy to each other. The full moon is rising burn 3 parts frankincense and 1 part sandalwood and attune to the moon and each other . 🌑🌝

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