Forced Healing

Without divulging too much about my day job (ew), I will say that I’ve been lucky to have coworkers who are surprisingly willing to hear about all of the Weird Stuff that I’m often up to. After telling them a multitude of stories and ramblings about all the ways my paranormal investigations and magickal workings have “worked”, one coworker garnered a particular interest in my magickal assistance.

She had recently been enmeshed in an incredibly toxic, yet admittedly entertaining, love triangle with a man and his wife. She had developed feelings for him and he stoked those feelings with the control of a man some years her senior, eventually leading to them beginning a full blown, love letter-writing relationship. When it became known he had actually NOT left his wife, she tried to pull away but found herself being brought back to him time and time again. Like a rubber band snapping back in to place. Or maybe more akin to a leash. At any rate, she did genuinely want to free herself from the situation. And so she asked for my magickal intervention.

I agreed and landed on a plan to perform a simple cord cutting-like ritual for her, under the assumption that he was the reason the situation had dragged on. I figured, perhaps naively, that it would be like cutting the leash he had put her on. What I came to find out in ritual however was…different.

Anyone on the occult side of the internet has likely seen a standard cord cutting ritual which involves two candles to represent each person and a string connecting them, to burn and sever the connection between the two. I added quite a bit of my own spice to it, of course, but this was the gist of what I was going to do for her. When I began the ritual, I immediately noticed that her side of the spell was not cooperating. His unwillingness to let go still spilled out, but so did hers. Her flame burned chaotically. Passionately. She did not actually want to let go.

I sat in meditation and soon came to realize this specific ritual was not going to work. Recognizing the unique challenge, and opportunity, that was in front of me, I switched gears. She had given me full permission and I was already “in the zone” so I changed direction and began perform a self love and healing ritual for her instead. I focused in on her and set my intent on lifting up her voice, tending to her courage and strong will, and surrounding her with love. I stated that I wanted her to find the help and love that she needs, without stating the expectation of what that would look like.

The next day, I told her that the ritual took an interesting turn but didn’t say exactly how I had course corrected, curious to see if it would be successful without her knowing. That afternoon a therapist came to the office. He had an opening for a new client, and accepted our insurance.

My coworker is now two sessions into her newly found therapy. Something she has never done.

And she finally, just recently, got the ick and called it quits with the guy. All on her own.

(Story shared with permission from my coworker.)