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Blue Skies

My type of magical practice often involves sweat. In churches, people raise the vibration by clapping. Singing. Music. I need to move until something inside me wakes up & uncontrollably starts moving through me, expelling from my every pore in forms of moisture and joy. And joy is my secret ignition to pulling in what I want for my life. It sets my wish in motion.

I've written about this type of spellcasting before but this specific act, I've used more than a few times. Every time I was ready to find a new partner, actually. It is a love spell I cast on myself to recall and invoke the joy of falling in love.

Blue Skies by Ella Fitzgerald

Love Letters Cabaret ensemble members: Caitlin Thrasher, Ruckus Revolution & Kage Wolfe

photos by John Ball




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