My spirituality – or practice, or spiritual path, or however you’d want to call it – is very intrinsic. I feel like any spiritual doing I might involve myself in are centered around me trying to understand myself in this world; to understand my being here, my purpose and to get to the bottom of my mind and consciousness. To see what my mind and spirit are capable of; to understand myself as a whole.
Pretty cheesy stuff, I know. But that’s what’s been driving me spiritually the most.
I sometimes feel I don’t need an altar. I don’t need candles or a pentacle or incense. I just need my mind. I need the dreams that visit me. The rare moments of clearance where I know what is going to happen, and it happens. I need the striking realizations that I know what my life will look like in a while, and there will be no surprise when the happy times come, or the sad times. The feeling when I am investing all my thoughts into meeting someone, and then they appear before me.
I do not need tools, my only tool is my mind. I say this not to dismiss anyone who finds tools useful or to call my beloved self-made wooden pentacle rubbish, or to ignore my love for my tarot cards. I always need the Moon, it’s the only symbol and magical companion I’ve ever needed. But I recognize accessories from necessities, and my own conscious and subconscious mind is the latter.
I just want to share this thought I’ve had. That due to my spiritual path being so personal, I can’t seem to identify it sometimes. Which brings me to why it is so difficult for me to share it with other people in the first place. Even other magical people/witches/occultists… They will not understand it. It is so much a part of my mind and my constant inner dialogue that I find no words fitting to how magic works for me. It just does, in it’s own way.
Occult Aspects 