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9 Knots for the Spiritual Narcissist: A Binding Spell for the Soul-Deniers.

 

I know you, you monster, and I see what you do.

You masquerade as a holy savior using sly condescension, thinly veiled manipulation, and feigned authority to prey upon those who crave community. You stalk those who trust the realm of ethereal Spirit so completely they are temporarily blind to your ego-mad tactics, and your mouth drips with a poisonous elixir of superficial flattery and sickening self-absorption.

I am hunting you now, and I hold the weapons of self-hood and soulful presence in a limitless supply stocked in a storehouse you will never find.

I have come to my muddy woods tonight in the name of others’ protection. Could I tell all those psychically injured by your words and your ways of their perfect worth, I would. Could I reach the masses you have forced to question their blessed inborn divinity, I would tell them their guru speaks from the belly and not the heart.

I would offer them the antidote to your vile, parasitic sludge, and I would bid them rise against you, you hungry ghost of a self-proclaimed healer. Alas, all I have is my magick and my Witch’s will, but I have both in spades.

Consider this a declaration of war, soul-criminal, for you are the true face of evil. You tremble so viciously at the sight of your own scars, and yet you feel fully entitled to call yourself the medicine. Your knife is so glamorous they barely notice when you use it to carve your name into their skin, and I have seen many weep and change their bandages in a long recovery from your surgical removal of their self-worth.

This sacred circle has been cast in my woods tonight for you, and I am not going home until you are bound. Your poppet has been wrapped in black cloth, and my red silk rope is strong. I searched for days for the most pungent garlic and smokiest sage, and my Craft is my wildest art. I will not hex you with blood, monster. Black, ego-riddled magick is your domain, not mine.

I will do you no harm, but I will wrap tight knots around your blades before they strike again. By the power of three times three, as I will, so mote it be.

I bind you from draining the energetic resources of others who need them dearly. Consume no more of their money, time, and emotional integrity in the name of soul-denial. Suck away no more of their holy self-esteem. Retract your fangs and step away, for they do not exist to feed your wretched blood.

I bind you from demanding others speak of their trauma to you. They owe you nothing, and their voice is their own to use as they will. You are in no position, Monster, to force your twisted definition of healing upon others, nor does a one-size-fits-all spiritual prescription for enlightenment exist.

I bind you from harming others, and I bid you open your eyes.

I bind you from using others’ pain as your personal teaching tool. No more will you exploit their human desire for divine connection in order to elevate your social standing in a community of soul-vampires. No more will you offer feigned gratitude to them for teaching you some small truth you had known all along in order to bolster their sense of unity with you.

I bind you from using the beauteous language of the Feminine Divine to suit your gruesome purpose. The Goddess will not be wielded, and Her voice will not be appropriated by manipulators to any noteworthy end. She is not yours, and She knows it.

I bind you from harming others, and I bid you open your eyes.

I bind you from bullying others as you spiritually grandstand against genuine, soulful healers. You will not bring others down to build yourself up, and you are far more transparent than you know. Mixing New Age lingo with psychological theory does not afford you a universal permission slip to push others’ faces in the dirt.

I bind you from making a mockery of the universal quest for spiritual autonomy. It is human to long for an external affirmation of our internal cosmic nature, and it is part of the heroine’s journey to seek out a mentor, to yearn for someone to tell us we are holy and good.

Your own stunted development and apparently worldly education has allowed you to thrive among the spirit-starved, Monster, but I am saying no more.

I bind you from harming others, and I bid you open your eyes. Your soul is swimming alone in a black-water abyss waiting for you to dive deep and retrieve it. You will need to leave those who call you God in order to affirm your humanity, and you will risk much in admitting your wrongdoing; of course, you will do neither of these things, for your holier-than-thou-identity has swelled to encompass all you are.

Eventually, Monster, your solar plexus will reach a critical mass, and you will no longer be able to hide your fragility, for it will erupt in a temper tantrum of whining, quivering-lipped narcissism that will not be undone. You will grip the mirror with both hands and wail at your reflection, wondering what became of the hopeful, compassionate youth you once were.

You will find yourself alone, having been too distracted by your own reflection to manage any genuine friendship, and you will have no choice but to dig inward and down to the muck of your own woundedness.

May those who have been harmed by your hands know themselves as blameless, and may they wrap their own warm arms around their shoulders and affirm themselves as High Priestesses in a congregation of one.

May communities of the spiritually autonomous rise against those led by predators, and may the waters of self-hood and wild spirituality groundswell to flood the unholy centers where their lying tongues preach in a language the soul does not speak.

So mote it be.

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Danielle Dulsky

Danielle Dulsky

Danielle Dulsky is a heathen visionary, Aquarian mischief-maker, and word-witch. Author of 'Seasons of Moon and Flame: The Wild Dreamer’s Epic Journey of Becoming', 'The Holy Wild: A Heathen Bible for the Untamed Woman' and 'Woman Most Wild' (New World Library 2020, 2018, 2017), Danielle teaches internationally and has facilitated embodiment trainings, wild circles, communal spell-work, and seasonal rituals since 2007. She is the founder of The Hag School and the lead teacher for the school’s Flame-Tender Facilitator Training and online coven, The Hag Ways Collective, an E-RYT 500 and YACEP, a Fire-Keeper for Ord Brighideach, and a dedicant to Irish-Celtic spirituality. She believes in the power of wild collectives and sudden circles of curious dreamers, cunning witches, and rebellious artists as well as the importance of ancestral healing, embodiment, and animism in fracturing the longstanding systems supporting environmental unconsciousness and social injustice. Parent to two beloved wildings and partner to a potter, Danielle fills her world with nature, family, art-making, poetry, and intentional awe.
Danielle Dulsky