WILLCRAFT MAGICK

THE BODY IS THE ALTAR

Magick breathes where you breathe.
It speaks in the way you speak—to yourself, to your day, to your people.
It moves in the flick of your shoulders, the curl of your toes, the space between inhale and answer.

Magick is alive in every yes.
Every pause before the text.
Every whisper that reshapes your story.
Every gesture that tells your body,
“I’m here now. I decide.”

This is streetlight spellwork.
Mirror magick.
Grocery store invocations.
Hand on heart — car cry — I choose again — kind of power.

🜁 A spell is a sentence that shifts the air.
A ritual is a gesture that grounds your yes.
Magick is the moment your breath and your words become the same flame.

You are the altar.
You are the wand.
You are the yes that remakes the day.

Here you’ll find fast rituals. Body spells. Timelines you can rewrite in a single phrase.
No gatekeeping. No costumes. Just will. Just choice. Just now.

Crow would say:
“If your spell doesn’t change your posture, cast again—your future’s listening.”