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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

Quick disclaimer: careful, the witch is out today and this text is not for fragile male egos or fundamental Christians who fancy dogma. If you still read on, consider yourself warned. 😉 That being said, let's dive into today's topic. When we talk about witches on The Urban Mystic, we usually explore the spiritual, the everyday magic, the rituals that make life feel richer. But the witch has never been just about personal practice — she has always been political as well. From

Many of us know the myths surrounding Medusa – stories that, to this day, are told to us in a very particular way. Medusa, the most famous of the Gorgons, portrayed from the very beginning as a monster: snakes instead of hair, a gaze that turns people to stone – terrifying, threatening. But if we dare to look closer, it becomes clear: what truly makes her dangerous is not her appearance, not even the snakes. It is the anger burning within her. A fire born of isolation and pai

During my travels, I always keep an eye out for hidden divinity. Not the kind that loudly demands attention – but the quiet kind that lingers in corners, in stone, in myth, in places most people pass without a second glance. I search for the sacred that endures in disguise: a goddess carved into a weathered façade, a forgotten symbol tucked into a narrow alley. An ancient temple that was renamed – but never fully driven away. Rome is a perfect example of this. When I first tr

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

I know, I know—I’m late. Carneval, or Fasnacht , as we call it in the Swiss‑German part of the country, has already been underway for a while. Still, since this is a celebration with deep pagan roots, of course I had to write about it. Nowadays, Carneval has changed quite a lot. The festivities have become more modern, and here in Switzerland, how it’s celebrated can even differ from one town to another. Chesslette and Lätschete: A Week‑Long Ritual of Noise, Ghost‑Chasing, an

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