Chapter 1: The Journey of Two Sisters

Let’s delve into a compelling narrative involving two sisters.

In the realm of the mystical, I often ponder the essence of true magick—spelled with a 'k' to differentiate it from mere tricks and illusions. Unlike stage magic, which entertains, real magick involves the genuine ability to manifest change through intention and spells, when aligned with the right energies.

Let me share a poignant story about two sisters. While the events are based on actual occurrences, I've altered names and personal details for privacy.

I identify as a witch, a role that may seem peculiar to some. My purpose is to assist individuals navigating life's challenges and personal insecurities. It might be simpler to mention what I don't help with rather than listing what I do.

Returning to the narrative: Anna, one of my regular clients, reached out to schedule an appointment for herself and her younger sister, Natalie. She expressed a sense of urgency, indicating that Natalie required immediate support.

I had known Anna for several years; she was a dedicated nurse and a mother of two, tirelessly supporting her husband, Peter, as he built his business. They were both immigrants from a former Soviet state, exemplifying the self-made spirit.

Anna, like many immigrants, juggled her studies while working multiple jobs and improving her English in the evenings, all while caring for her young boys. Peter worked long hours, often in construction or as a driver, to ensure Anna could complete her nursing degree. They sent financial support back home while planning to bring their aging parents to the U.S. to ensure they had a stable life.

As I prepared to meet Natalie, who had finally received her visa, I noticed Anna seemed unusually tense. She requested that I take special care with her sister during our session.

That afternoon, when I stepped into the waiting area, I was taken aback. Anna looked exhausted, her eyes red and weary. She asked me to accommodate Natalie's needs, offering to cover any costs involved. This made me uneasy, as I never guarantee results without understanding the situation fully.

Natalie sat quietly, her presence almost apathetic. Despite being a slender, well-dressed woman in her thirties, her eyes lacked vitality—they were dull and lifeless.

If I hadn’t known she was Anna’s sister, I wouldn’t have guessed. Her demeanor reminded me of a lifeless fish, devoid of hope.

When Natalie began to speak, it was a cascade of grievances. She felt disrespected by her teenage son and believed their lack of connection stemmed from her inability to use a computer or speak English. She viewed herself as too old to learn, trapped in a cycle of despair.

She lamented her husband’s absence, claiming he worked too much and was being exploited by Anna and Peter. Living with her sister only intensified her feelings of inadequacy. Natalie expected her sister to provide for her, to offer a separate living space, and to make her life easier.

I asked Natalie how I could assist her in transforming her situation, perhaps by finding a fulfilling job or a new passion. But she quickly dismissed the idea, insisting it was Anna’s responsibility to make her life better.

Natalie’s demands were overwhelming. She wanted her husband to remain entirely devoted, her son to respect her unconditionally, and she felt entitled to support without having to ask for it.

Despite the potential to fulfill her wishes for a time, I knew I could not act on her requests. The realit