🌕 When magical fame gets a little too much on your crown chakra...
🌕 When magical fame gets a little too much on your crown chakra...
#witchcraftwithoutfuss #egoastral #mindfulnessnotfullpower
I'll tell you something.
I would like that too.
To have more people on my lives.
More followers. More clicks, more "💜" on my posts.
Maybe even, let's be honest... a little more recognition.
But I don't want to leave my soul there.
I don't want to become a cosmetic version of myself.
And even if one day I dream of living off my magic, I don't want to lose what makes it alive .
You know, that part of me that doubts.
Who observes.
And who sometimes wonders, faced with certain faces haloed with light:
“Is this really what I want to become?”
✦ Welcome to the era of selective light
Today, in certain ultra-connected esoteric circles, you shine especially if you bring in money.
Likes, engagement, virtual gifts.
Otherwise? You can meditate in silence. Maybe someone will send you a blessing by mistake.
We advocate universal love.
But with filter.
We talk about sisterhood, but with variable geometry.
We're really excited... but we won't see you anymore if you don't comment every week.
And sometimes, faced with this tidy light, I think of those we have left in the shadows.
And especially to those who have settled in comfortably.
✦ The border between legitimate and elitist
Let's get this straight:
Charge for guidance, a ritual, training?
Yes. A thousand times yes.
I do it too. And it's normal.
Because magic wears you out.
Because energy costs money.
Because the sacred should not rhyme with “mandatory volunteering.”
But when access becomes conditional on your emotional or financial profitability...
When the answers are reserved for those who offer enough...
So no. There, we are leaving the circle.
And what saddens me most is not the light of these people.
It's the shadow she casts on others.
On those we no longer look at.
✦ To those who offer nothing... except their presence
You, the silent one.
You, the discreet one.
You who don't have the words, the means, or the drive sometimes.
But who is there?
Since forever. To read. To feel. To send energy without a word.
You have nothing to prove.
You don't need an entry ticket to earn a place in the Circle.
You're here. And that's already a lot.
And maybe one day you were so present, so sincere...
that we forgot your light.
That you were left behind to better pursue the illusion.
You see, I know this scenario.
It leaves traces.
Silences.
But it also forges the witch that I am today.
✦ Moral of the story?
I want to grow up.
I want to share.
I want to transmit, sell, broadcast, inspire.
But not at any price.
Not by erasing the invisibles.
Not by losing myself in the reflection of what I believe I must embody.
I'd rather be a flickering light than a blinding spotlight.
I prefer a small, sincere circle to an audience that applauds me without seeing me.
And if, one day, I have to choose between my truth and my notoriety...
I will know which fire to keep.
✨
With love, lucidity, and a thought for those we looked at without really seeing them,
Lili.