(everything stated in this blog is based upon my own research, personal practice, and opinion)

The False Divide Between Magick and the Mundane
Spoiler alert: You’re already doing magick. You just keep calling it “Tuesday.”

Magick, according to modern Western esotericism (and at least three witches on Instagram), is the act of using will aligned with intention to shape reality. Whether you’re summoning archangels with Latin incantations or whispering affirmations to your sourdough starter, magick is typically portrayed as something extra, set apart from your Netflix queue and laundry day. It’s sacred, symbolic, and designated by ritual tools, solemn oaths, and a vague sense that you should probably be wearing more velvet.

But…what if that whole separation is bogus?

What if it’s not just artificial, but laughably wrong?

Let’s entertain a radical notion: if we’re magickal beings, meaning we’re made of the same juicy stuff as spells, dreams, archetypes, and cosmic Wi-Fi, then nothing we do is non-magickal. Every email, every eyebrow raise, every bathroom break is humming with the same sacred circuitry that powers a Solomonic evocation. If will, consciousness, and pattern are the holy trinity of magick, then reality itself is a full-time ritual. To call something “non-magickal” is to forget your own damn nature.

Let’s tear down the velvet rope between “ritual” and “reality” and step into the ever-enchanted chaos we already live in.

Will, Consciousness, Pattern

Let’s define our terms before we go galloping off into mystical metaphor.

Aleister Crowley (patron saint of ego and eyeliner) defined magick as “the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will.” Dion Fortune (who had significantly fewer scandals) called it “the art of changing consciousness at will.” Others riff it as “the technology of the soul,” “symbolic interface,” or “a cosmic Choose Your Own Adventure with better lighting.”

Beneath the flowery phrasing, the core elements are remarkably consistent: will, consciousness, and pattern. Magick isn’t some glittery goo you smear on reality, it’s a verb. A process. An active collaboration with existence where your awareness participates in shaping the pattern.

This means, and here’s the twist ending, you don’t need candles or incantations to do it. If magick is about aligning intention with action inside the matrix of meaning, then making a child feel safe, painting a dreamscape, or speaking words that shift someone’s reality is just as magickal as a lunar rite with full ceremonial flair.

The ingredients haven’t changed. Just the costume.

The Myth of the Mundane

So why the big fuss about “magick” versus “everything else”?

Blame modernity… and capitalism…and maybe the Enlightenment, while we’re at it.

In animistic cultures, magick was like air, everywhere, assumed, taken for granted. The wind had opinions. The deer were spies. Rocks were wise. It wasn’t a special category; it was the default setting. Your ancestors didn’t ask, “Is this magick?” They asked, “Which spirit is messing with my crops this week?”

Then came materialism, industrialism, and the joyless march of rationality. Magick got demoted to “irrational,” “silly,” or “that thing goth teens do in cemeteries.” Even modern witches, bless their besom-riding hearts, often draw lines: magickal time vs. normal time, ritual tools vs. normal junk drawer, the altar vs. the sink full of dishes.

A being steeped in magick doesn’t need that split. That split is the ghost of disenchantment, and it’s haunting your mindset.

Spoiler: magick isn’t just something you do. It’s something you are.

If We Are Magickal Beings…
Let’s sit with this: you are a magickal being. Not just on full moons. Not just when you remember to meditate. Always.

You’re not casting spells like a wizard with a wand; you’re casting them because you exist. Your thoughts ripple through the astral like sonar. Your emotions sculpt the vibes of rooms. Your words alter minds, shift moods, and change trajectories. You are a one-person metaphysical jazz band improvising with symbols, breath, and meaning.

Your very attention is an invocation. Your heartbreak is a sacred rite. Your joy? A sigil of the infinite.

This means that every choice is a spell. Every outfit is a glamour. Every kind word is a healing charm. You don’t need to wait until the candles are lit, your very heartbeat is a drum of enchantment.

You can’t opt out. You’re in the spell whether you admit it or not. The only question is: are you an active participant, or just background noise in your own ritual?

But…enough theory let’s zoom in on your Tuesday.

Making Coffee as Ritual –
When you brew coffee, you’re not just chasing caffeine, you’re invoking alertness, presence, power. The aroma triggers memories. The warmth shifts your state. Stirring clockwise becomes a daily spell for focus. That’s not breakfast. That’s alchemy.

Typing Emails as Incantation –
You send an email. Congratulations, you just cast a spell on someone’s mind from miles away. Your words shape thoughts, inspire action, provoke emotion. Each sentence is a charm. If done with awareness, it’s potent. If done mindlessly? Still magick, just less tuning.

Walking as Trance –
Your morning commute? That’s a moving meditation. Your steps drum rhythms. Your breath becomes chant. Graffiti speaks. Crows carry messages. You are a pilgrim in the Temple of Sidewalk. Are you reading the omens?

Sleeping as Astral Journey –
And sleep? Don’t even get me started. You think it’s a nap. But it’s initiation. You dreamwalk into symbol-space. You commune with shadows. You regenerate in the cosmic womb. Whether or not you remember, your soul is doing full-blown magickal heavy lifting.

The point is this: drop the illusion of “ritual” versus “real life,” and suddenly, your entire existence becomes one seamless spell. A 24/7 enchantment cycle. Batteries included.

But What About Terrible Things?
Ah yes. The elephant in the ritual circle: if everything is magick, what about violence, injustice, and suffering? Is genocide magickal? Is capitalism a ritual?

Yes. And no, that’s not a moral judgment. It’s a metaphysical reality.

Magick is a mechanism, not a moral compass. Shadow work exists for a reason. People unconsciously cast hexes every day, through fear, projection, social conditioning, and trauma. Entire institutions are running on automated, exploitative spells of disempowerment.

The danger in saying “this isn’t magick” is that we stop interrogating it. We stop noticing how we’re being entranced by social media, hypnotized by ads, or drained by systems designed to steal attention and autonomy.

Seeing everything as magick doesn’t let evil off the hook, it puts it under a microscope. It says, “Yes, this too has power. Now, what will you do about it?”

The Return to Immanence
This worldview isn’t new. It’s as ancient as dirt…or stars.

Immanence means the sacred is here, not elsewhere. Right here, in the smudged mirror, the subway car, the melting ice cube. Not in heaven, not in nirvana, but now. Every object is alive. Every second is sacred. Every breath is an opportunity to choose alignment or autopilot.

Living in immanence doesn’t mean everything becomes grand and operatic. It means everything becomes real. Available. Textured.

The tree outside your window is a temple. The rain is holy water. Your bedroom is a liminal portal. You’re not waiting for the magick to begin, it never stopped.

Living the Enchanted Life
Now what do we actually do with this knowledge, besides sound cool at parties?

Practice Reverent Awareness: Life is layered. Peel it like an onion. With tears.

Create Rituals in the Ordinary: Clean your toilet like it’s the altar. Bonus: cleaner bathroom.

Speak with Purpose: Words are weapons. Wield them wisely.

Notice the Patterns: Synchronicities are not coincidences; they’re cosmic elbow nudges.

Honor the Unconscious: Dreams and moods aren’t glitches. They’re dispatched from the depths.

Take Responsibility for Your Field: You are broadcasting energy. Constantly. What’s your frequency? Be aware, and own your shit.

Dismantle the Disenchantment: Ask who benefits from you seeing yourself as ordinary. Then revolt.

Invite the Others for Tea: The spirits are bored. Talk to them. They miss drama.

Rest as Ritual: Sleep. Nap. Daydream. Sacred downtime is not optional.

Celebrate the Whole: Joy, grief, awkwardness, it’s all part of the spell. Don’t waste a good existential crisis.

Here’s the mic-drop…

You are the working.

Not your spells. Not your tools. Not your witchy wardrobe. You.

Your life is the altar. Your presence is the talisman. Your choices are the enchantment. There is no escape hatch from sacredness, you’re soaking in it.

You can forget. You can pretend. But the spell keeps spinning.

Now you remember.

…and the magick continues.