Magic isn’t about pulling rabbits out of hats or sleight-of-hand illusions. It’s about harnessing unseen forces—the power of words, symbols, and objects. That’s the tradition I carry forward. I’m proud to call myself a practicing witch.
My roots trace back to Celtic ancestors and Galician bloodlines, and my spiritual path follows pagan principles. Without a formal hierarchy or rigid doctrine, I adapt ancient wisdom to fit the rhythms of modern life.
I honor the Wheel of the Year, celebrating the equinoxes and solstices— Imbolc, Beltane, Litha, Lughnasadh, Mabon, Samhain—marking each turn with rites inspired by Celtic custom. These sacred days connect me to the cycles of nature and remind me that time itself is a living force.
Around my neck I wear a Celtic cross and carry a pendulum. It helps me answer simple yes-or-no questions and even locate misplaced items amid the chaos of my home. Once, when I hunted for a PlayStation part, the pendulum led me straight to last month’s shopping bag—it knew I needed “parts for consoles,” though it couldn’t distinguish between PlayStation and anything else.
When I crave calm, I light candles scented with forest flowers and ripe fruits. I place them on a small altar by my front door, creating a protective threshold against unwelcome energies. On every full moon, I perform a cleansing ritual, letting lunar light wash away residual negativity.
Since early adulthood, I’ve read tarot and cast runes for friends. Tarot reveals what you need to understand, even if it’s not what you hoped to hear. Runes, on the other hand, guide you in responding to fate—showing you how to turn every outcome, good or bad, to your advantage.
My life as an engineer and technophile may seem at odds with spirituality, but for me they coexist seamlessly. I believe in the mysteries that lie beyond our current knowledge, in the vast energies of the universe, in humanity’s creative force, and most importantly, in the transformative power of emotion.