A Black Magician in Hooded Robe
A Black Magician in Hooded Robe

Break Up Magic Is Like Murder

On the true nature of break up spells

When you work magic to break the bond between a couple you are engaging in an act in many ways more shameful than common enemy work and baneful magic.

You are attacking a soul tie, a bond that has been formed likely over many lifetimes and sworn into existence by their free will.

You seek to obliterate from existence everything that union would have given birth to. Children. A child. Actual or metaphorical. You are killing off entire futures, not just for one person, but for many who would have been influenced by this bond lasting for good or bad. It is like murder. When you kill someone, you influence every possible future the person could have had, and you take it with you into this cold dark place that stores the evil deeds of Black Magicians.

Except you have now done this twice, you ended the future of two people, and you have murdered everything that union could have given birth to as well. Be not deceived, my friend, for every union between a man and a woman is sacred for this reason, no matter how much it seems that it is not, or how much you despise the things it would have given birth to. It still carried within itself an Act of Creation. A potential. A seed.

Some seeds will never grow. Most actually don’t. Christians, they don’t realize this. Every time they make a stupid pro-life argument comparing fertilized egg to an acorn they see in their mind the one acorn that made it and became a magnificent oak tree that lasted for hundreds of years, the tree that gave shade to generations.

They don’t see the thousand little acorns that fell onto the ground each year and every season that were eaten by the wild boars and the squirrels.

They don’t see the rotting pile of life in decay upon which every oak tree grows.

In the nature that we are a part of, the Law is Survival, and it is through the application of this Universal Law of Nature that the Black Magician gains the opportunity to intervene in the spiral dances of life and death.

I never wanted to do this shit.

I never wanted to perform True Black Magic. I did not seek it out until I was older and then Spirits became pressing me through various life circumstances that all called for the use of weapons. Unlike most Black Magicians, I have come to realize the true nature of dark deeds before I started performing them for real. They disgust me. But I perform them anyway, only I am in full awareness of the consequences.

‘You gotta do what you gotta do.’

Anima Noira

Metaphysical Authoress. Harlot. Priestess. Demonatrix. Photo Model and Dangerous Writer. Keeping the Dark Arts alive is what I do. Please, consider a donation of any amount.

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