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Paths through magick are rarely straight. They twist, fold back on themselves, open into unexpected rooms, and sometimes disappear entirely — only to reappear in another form. Over the past two decades, I’ve walked many of these paths, sometimes lightly, sometimes deeply, always listening. This article isn’t a map of what you should  do. It’s a reflection on what curiosity, discernment, and context have taught me — and how magick can evolve alongside life itself. From the ver

Spirituality sometimes has a PR problem.  It sounds like incense and escapism. Like secret orders, complicated symbols, people who know too much about zodiac signs and too little about boundaries and structure. And mysticism? Mysticism often sounds like something that only happens in monasteries. Or on mountaintops. Or somewhere with bad Wi-Fi. But here’s the truth: Mysticism isn’t exclusive. Mysticism isn’t elitist. Mysticism isn’t “for the initiated.” Mysticism is profoundl

Sometimes people ask me how I can combine science-backed psychology with something as… unconventional as magick and witchcraft. The implication is always the same: you can’t . They expect me to pick a side, to choose logic over intuition, data over ritual. But for me, those two worlds were never mutually exclusive. And it has taken me years to realize that it’s okay if I cannot—and maybe never will—fully explain magick in logical terms. Here’s a personal truth I’ve embraced w

When Creativity Becomes Transformation Art has never been just decoration. It has been protest, prayer, storytelling, and sometimes even survival. Long before social media campaigns and viral hashtags existed, people were already using art to speak truth to power. They carved their fears into stone, painted their beliefs onto cave walls, stitched their resistance into textiles, and turned music, poetry, and images into tools for change. Art has always been a language of trans

Ever notice how when you’re in a good mood, energized, or simply aligned, the world seems to notice? You step into a café, a meeting, or a crowded street, and people—friends, colleagues, strangers—are naturally drawn in. Some leave you inspired, laughing, energized. Others… leave your chest heavy, your thoughts scattered, your energy sapped. This is the paradox of energy: it attracts energy, yes—but it also attracts imbalance seeking regulation. Your calm, your spark, your ve

I was in kindergarten when I first met a nature spirit — though at the time, I didn’t have words for it. Right outside our little school in my hometown, there was a tree. A beautiful, sprawling tree that we children played around, climbed on, and sometimes leaned against as if it were part of our playground. At first, it felt magical — a silent friend, tall and wise. But then something strange began to happen. Every time I passed near it, a heavy, prickly sense of negativity

As an Urban Mystic and narrative artist, I know that words are not just tools for communication. They are instruments, spells, shaping our reality. Every syllable, every sound carries power – healing, connecting, destructive. Magicians have known this for ages, long before we heard about it in modern psychology or neuroscience seminars. Sound and Mythology: The Primal Forces of Creation Before words became sentences, and before music rang out in choirs and bands, sound itself

My loves, even with all the potions and tinctures, the Urban Witch does not grow any younger. Those of you who have been reading my words for many years might even still remember my old online presence, Ard de vivre . Over ten years ago, I already wrote an article there titled Confessions of a earth-based Occultist  – a small snapshot of my thoughts and experiences around occultism and nature spirituality. Even back then, I had been walking this path for about ten years alrea

A Path of Belief Can Be a Home A path of belief can be a home. An inner place that softens when the world is too loud. A light we ignite when everything inside us is searching for guidance. And yes — that is beautiful. But spiritual paths aren’t just “woo woo.” They touch something deeply human: our need for meaning. Our need for connection. Our need for stability in a chaotic world. Psychologically, this can be healing. Rituals can help regulate. Community can support. Feeli

There’s this idea that sustainable, nature-connected living has to be done on a grand scale — consistently, perfectly, visibly. That you either do it all right … or not at all. Organic. Zero waste. Self-sufficient. Herb garden. Time. Money. Calm. And then there’s everyday life. Alarm clock. Work. Appointments. Grocery shopping between two calls. A balcony that sometimes sees more pigeons than sunlight. An apartment that is lived in — not staged. Urban witchcraft begins exactl

About Urban Witchcraft, Responsibility and a new Symbiosis It’s early evening. You arrive home and close the apartment door behind you, shoes off, bag set down, your body still half in work mode. Outside, traffic roars, somewhere someone speaks loudly into their phone, in the stairwell it smells of dinner—not yours. Your laptop has been open longer than you would have liked, your mind still full of conversations, to-do lists, and unspoken thoughts. You light a candle. Not cer

You walk through the city, past a church, an old chapel, and think, “Another saint here to protect me.” But what if I told you that many of these saints were originally powerful, ancient goddesses and gods , just wrapped in a Christian guise? On today’s St. Brigid’s Day (February 1st), I would like to take a moment to reflect on the deeper layers of those roots . Welcome to the urban world of saints – where Catholic faith and pre-Christian magic collide. Saints with Ancient R

It’s still early.The city is only half awake.I pad barefoot into the kitchen like into a temple with a kettle, switching it on while yawning so I can prepare my tea. While I wait, I savor this very particular morning quiet — the kind that wraps me in a sense of safety. I light a candle, because before the day really starts moving, I want to use the silence for a gentle invocation. “Brigid,” I say softly, and wait. The flame flickers. I take it as presence. Or as a quiet I’m a

In previous articles, we’ve already explored the idea of new beginnings—and the fact that the “start of the year” does not coincide with January 1st in all cultures (nor for all people today). Time is not experienced the same way everywhere. And change rarely follows a linear calendar. Personally, I have a rather ambivalent relationship with the idea of new beginnings. For me, they are not a clean cut, not a symbolic reset button, but a process unfolding in several stages. My

Living in a city means being surrounded by countless cultures, traditions, and belief systems — layered, contradictory, vibrant. I love this about urban life. It invites curiosity rather than certainty, observation rather than dogma. I don’t understand everything I encounter, and I don’t agree with everything either — yet there is something profoundly beautiful about this daily coexistence of difference. This is part of what makes a city feel magical to me: its richness, its

There is an idea deeply woven into many nature‑ and earth‑based traditions that feels quietly radical in a world obsessed with self‑optimization: we are born whole . Not perfect. Not finished. But whole . In pagan worldviews, humans do not arrive broken, sinful, or in need of fundamental correction. We arrive as part of a living system — nature, community, ancestors, ecosystems — already belonging. Our task is not to erase ourselves or transcend our humanity, but to learn how

In a modern world that often elevates humans above nature, the pagan worldview feels almost like a counter-model – and perhaps that is why it is so refreshing. Here, humans are not the crown of creation, not divinely appointed stewards, and not distant observers of nature. They are part of it, woven into a network of relationships, cycles, forces, and stories far older than any human culture. Pagan understanding of nature is not just a spiritual stance. It is a life philosoph

On Psychology, Breath, Art, and the Thread I Didn’t See Until Now For a long time, my work looked like a collection of threads. Trained in counselling psychology, MBSR, and Pranayama, I had the chance to learn — and share — many concepts that support human wellbeing. Each path offered insight, structure, and depth. And yet, taken on their own, they remained exactly that: threads. Psychology taught me how humans make sense of the world. Counselling taught me how stories shape

In modern worldviews, death is often viewed as linear or final. In nature-based, pagan traditions, however, the afterlife is often multi-layered, permeable, and deeply connected with nature, ancestors, and cosmic forces. It is not a distant “end point,” but part of a living web in which everything continues — on different levels and in many forms. Well-known Afterlife Concepts in Paganism What we today call “ paganism ” encompasses a wide variety of traditions, cultures, and

The problem isn’t the darkness. It’s that we’ve forgotten how to listen to it. These days, around the Winter Solstice, I hear the same sentence again and again: “I wish it were summer.” Or at least: “If only there were more light.” And I get it. Light feels generous. Light makes many things easier. Summer often asks less of us (at least in some ways) —it stretches the evenings wide, softens our edges, promises movement and possibility. But I also wonder what we lose when w