As we approach Valentine’s Day many of you are thinking of casting love spells without any training in magick because those cute little spells you’ve found online look so harmless and fun. Instead, what you’re asking for could be the worst experience in your life so far. Let me tell you from experience, when a love spell backfires it’s like an explosion because the energies of Love are magnetic and potent. So rather than bore you with a discussion of Occult philosophy, I’ll break it down to a few simple rules.
Any spell is subject to the laws of Karma. That’s right kids. For every action there is a reaction and sometimes you don’t get the reaction that you were hoping for ESPECIALLY if what you are trying to manifest is against someone’s FREE WILL. Timberlake expressed it best when he sang, “What goes around comes around… “
Whenever I work with ‘Love’ these days I prefer to do ‘Attraction’ Spells where potential partners have a choice. It’s less invasive and incurs far less karmic debt. Think about it … are you willing to interfere with any potential future relationships just because this time you are yearning for someone specific?
So, before you decide to take the powers of Nature into your own hands, think very carefully about what you are doing.
According to the Ancient Greeks there were 8 types of love. And today, most of my clients call incessantly about romance, marriage and divorce. But looking back in history, it’s clear that many cultures subscribe to many different types of love, loving and love relationships. Love is foremost in the hearts and minds of many. There have been songs written about it, books based entirely on romance and movies that tell the same archetypal love stories over and over again. The Beatles sang, “All you need is Love!” and while that may not be true… to many is sure feels like it. So, this Summer my focus is going to be on telling my audience my own stories of love told through the eyes of a celebrity psychic. So, come into my world and let’s celebrate a “Psychic Summer of Love.”
The Beatles sang “All You Need Is Love” in the first live global telecast and the world responded. But what kind of love?
This Summer I am covering the 8 types of love according to the Ancient Greeks juxtaposed with a modern take on the emotion, how each form of love applies to the modern world and incorporating Love Magick, Love Spells with a dash of psychic sensibility … because I’m down with Lenny Kravitz … “You’ve Got to Let Love Rule!”
The 8 Types of Love
“Eros” or Erotic Love. The first kind of love is Eros, which is named after the Greek god of love and fertility. …
“Philia” or Affectionate Love. …
“Storge” or Familiar Love. …
“Ludus” or Playful Love. …
“Mania” or Obsessive Love. …
“Pragma” or Enduring Love. …
“Philautia” or Self Love. …
“Agape” or Selfless Love.
If you would like to schedule a reading via Phone, Skype or Zoom then please join me in celebrating the Psychic Summer of Love with an offer of $30.00 for a FIRST TIME ONLY 30 minute reading, (regularly $80.00) so we can see if we’re a good fit. You need someone that you can talk to openly about your concerns who isn’t going to judge, but help. Love can make anyone crazy. So, in the best case scenario I’d like to be your psychic bestie, who will listen without prejudice, make you laugh when you want to cry and give you a little magickal assistance to pave the way to your heart’s desire.
When I was in my teens and so in love with love that my heart was broken almost every other day, I stumbled upon a novel that gave such an intense poetic nuance and substance to my pain that I still refer to it after all these years. From Wikipedia:
Today I am lost in a haze of sadness. Today I recognized the symptoms of alcoholism and denial resurface in my blue eyed, golden haired fallen angel like a shark’s fin in the ocean close to a group of unsuspecting swimmers. I remember the screams, the blood, the floating bits of heart flesh that come bubbling up in an otherwise blue ocean of dreams soon after that fin surfaces. My heart refuses to feel that pain again so it goes into an automated process of shutting down and raising shields. As it is, that spiritual shark is circling around the closed underwater dome of my heart, but that dome is not merely closed, it is armed with torpedoes that could turn that shark of a man into sashimi.
There was a full moon in the starless sky. I thought how rarely I had noticed such things. Some deep failure of the soul perhaps. An inherited emptiness. A nothingness passed from generation to generation. A flaw in the psyche, discovered only by those who suffer by it. JOSEPHINE HART – DAMAGE
I could have his soul for breakfast and that particular meal wouldn’t make me anything other that a wise woman tired of going through the same old shit. Souls like his have holes like Swiss Cheese and add a flare to a ham sandwich. I like my souls on sour dough bread with a thin film of Miracle Whip Light mixed with some Honey Dijon Mustard. I’ll have that with a Mimosa and carry on as if nothing happened.
That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive. JOSEPHINE HART – DAMAGE
Like the doomed affair in Damage our relationship is obviously fraught with danger because I am the adult child of an alcoholic and he is once again plunged into the depths of his disease. And yet, love draws us together as it has over 18 years. But as big girls know … love is never enough … it just makes it hurt even more than it could.
I always recognize the foces that will shape my life. I let them do their work. Sometimes they tear through my life like a hurricane. Sometimes they simply shift the ground under me, so that I stand on different earth, and something or someone has been swallowed up. I steady myself, in the earthquake. I lie down, and let the hurricane pass over me. I never fight. Afterwards I look around me, and I say, ‘Ah, so this at least is left for me. And that dear person has also survived.’ I quietly inscribe on the stone tablet of my heart the name which has gone forever. Th inscription is a thing of agony. Then I start on my way again. JOSEPHINE HART – DAMAGE
This is a karmic soul connection of epic proportions. He is not my twin who is ultimately more understanding but ever so unattainable. He is the fallen angel, the demon lover whose inner demons have trampled across the delicate pathways of my psyche because I have let him … I have welcomed him back every single time … because “I’m Just a Sucker for Pain.”