Wizards Anonymous

A N O N Y M O U S

WIZARD

P R E S S

1st

E D I T I O N

Of

THE LITTLE BOOK Of

WIZARDS

A N O N Y M O U S

TABLE OF CONTENTS 

Foreword                                                                    4

Statement of purpose                                                  6

A Shamans Opinion                                                    9

Chapter 1        Molly’s Story                                      21

Chapter 2        There is a Pathway                             55

Chapter 3        More About Wizarding                      56

Chapter 4        We Who Did Not Believe                  59

Chapter 5        How the Path Reveals Itself               62

Chapter 6        Into Action                                          77

Chapter 7        Working with Other Wizards             89

Chapter 8        To Partners of Recovering Wizards   93

Chapter 9        To Councils Orders and Employers   96

Chapter 10      To our Lineage and Kin                      98

Chapter 11      A Vision of Spiritual Awakening       100

Chapter 12      Informed Consent                               103

Chapter 13      His-Story                                            111

Chapter 14      Her-Story                                            116

Chapter 15      Interdimensional Interlude                 124

Chapter 16      Our Human Galactic Origins              126

Chapter 17      Learning Discernment                        130

Chapter 18      The Traditions                                    133

Chapter 18.5   The Bonus Traditions                         135

Chapter 19      What are The Mysteries                     138

Chapter 20      What is Ritual                                     140

Chapter 21      Remembering Who We Are               142

Chapter 22      What are The Four Elements              144

Chapter 23      What is Elemental Alchemy               147

Chapter 24      Hermetic Wisdom of the Universe     148

Chapter 25      What is Astral Traveling                    151

Chapter 26      The Holarchy of Being                       153

Chapter 27      The Recovery Grimoire                      157

Chapter 28      Sponsorship                                        158

Chapter 29      Consciousness                                    160

Chapter 30      Don’t date your Higher Power           161

Chapter 31      Spiritual Chain-smoking                    162

Chapter 32      Power of Pause                                   163

Chapter 33      Surviving The Hunger Games            164

FOREWORD

WE, OF Wizards Anonymous, are more than few who have recovered from

a seemingly hopeless state of mind vs abilities.

To show other Wizards precisely how we have recovered is the

main purpose of this book. For them, we hope these

pages will prove so convincing that no further authentication will be necessary. We think this account of our experiences will help everyone to better understand the

ability abuser. Many do not comprehend that the traumatized Wizard is

a very sick person. And besides, we are sure that our new found

way of living has its advantages for all.

It is important that we remain anonymous because we

are too few, at present to handle the overwhelming number of personal appeals which may result from this publication. Being mostly business or professional folk, we

could not well carry on our occupations in such an event.

We would like it understood that our Wizard rehab work is an

avocation.

When writing or speaking publicly about Wizarding,

we urge each of our Fellowship to omit their personal name,

designating themself instead as “a member of Wizards Anonymous.”

Very earnestly we ask the press also, to observe this request, for otherwise we shall be greatly handicapped. We are not an organization in the conventional sense of the word. There are no fees or dues whatsoever. The only requirement for membership is an honest desire to stop abusing energy. We are not allied with any particular faith, sect or denomination, nor do we oppose anyone. We simply wish to be helpful to those who are afflicted. We shall be interested to hear from those who are getting results from this book, particularly from those who have commenced work with other Wizards. We should like to be helpful to such cases. Inquiry by scientific, medical, and religious societies will be welcomed.

Warmly,

~Wizards Anonymous.

STATEMENT OF PURPOSE

Wizards Anonymous Press

We are a circle of recovering Wizards who have come to recognize the ways we misused our gifts and chosen instead to walk the path of healing. Our common purpose is to carry the message of Wizards Anonymous to those who still suffer from the misuse of magic.

We do this by making our foundational text—Wizards Anonymous—widely available. Where we can, we offer versions that are easier to understand and reflect the diversity of magical experience across traditions, dimensions, and realms.

We are guided by shared principles—what we call the healing steps and traditions of Wizards Anonymous—which help us stay grounded in humility, unity, and purpose. These Traditions hold us together, not through binding enchantments, but through mutual care and trust.

All our materials are shared at cost. We have no paid staff, and we aren’t formally organized. We’re simply volunteers—wizards choosing to serve the path that once saved our lives.

Our collective efforts have made Wizards Anonymous accessible to thousands of newly practicing and old-timer wizards—giving them a chance to begin their own journey toward renewal and responsible power.

If you are a wizard in recovery and feel drawn to lend your gifts—whether through time, insight, or contribution—we welcome you with gratitude.

If you would like to submit your story of recovery for the second edition of the Little Big Book of Wizards Anonymous in 20 pages or less, you may send your story to wizard rehab.com

Wizards Anonymous Press is not affiliated with any entities, councils, or governing body. This work is offered independently by wizards in recovery, and is not authorized or overseen by any magical authority.

~Wizards Anonymous Press 

A SHAMAN’S OPINION

We of the Wizards Anonymous fellowship believe the reader will be interested in the plan of recovery, opportunity of inner voyage, and catalyst for ascension described in this book. Convincing testimony comes from an inter-dimensional shaman seldom known or seen from anyone alive on Earth. While these Shaman’s do incarnate occasionally, they mainly work from between death and life. A Shaman is of energies known in Christian theology as the higher universal priesthood that transcends ritual law. I Molly, the narrator of this book and founder of Wizards Anonymous will bring forth the interdimensional Shaman in support of our fellowship and thank the Shaman who was kind enough to elaborate for me the effects of abuse of magic on the physical body, the conscious mind, and Soul, and for introducing me to the concept of carried over karma from energetic abuses in other lifetimes. Without the Shaman’s examples of bad Wizarding, I would have taken a much longer journey to get to a place of recovery. It is through this channeled writing I work daily to make amends for all energy abuses from me in this lifetime and lifetimes prior. Calling the shaman back in now.”

“To Whom It May Concern: You may call me Tuk -Tu, and I have specialized in the treatment of energetic ability abuse for well over a millennium on earth and planes beyond. You may be asking yourself what qualifies one to write a book on the abuse of energetic abilities. As an interdimensional Shaman who works outside of time I assist humans like Molly, who’ve found themself misaligned, in need of tuning, or requiring a complete realignment after living several lifetimes on earth. I come forth now to share expertise from across all timelines. For as your Einstein established through Quantum Physics, the past present and future all exist simultaneously, here and now.

Onto the necessity for shadow work, self-responsibility, and living life according to the Golden Rule. There is a balance in the matrix of the human experience that must be maintained or eventually Earth’s residents will cease to be.

For the last 25,000 or so earth years the energies have been too far out of balance for reasons that humans are just now beginning to recognize. Many beings whose souls began on earth, in addition to the many beings that came to earth later, abused the available energies of the earth and her beings dating back to Atlantis, Lemuria and within unnamed civilizations before.

You can consider me a guide, a mentor, a temporary sponsor and friend of the recovering wizard. Do unto others, is not only earthy theme, it is Galactic law. Earth appears to much of the galactic family as a prison planet due to the density in frequency as well as the fact that the do unto others protocol is not practiced by most humans, and this makes earth visitations and interaction with humans dangerous.

This is the reason I have dedicated my earth lifetimes to being a record keeper of the issues outlined in this book. You will find my work carved into caves and crumbling pillars of ruins from ancient Sumer civilizations past. I was there when the Torah was written, Sanskrit words first uttered and when pictographs (or hieroglyphs as you know them) were understood by all to hold multiple meanings depending on order and pattern.

In the following chapters you will come to understand the need for what your Carl Jung called the integration of the human shadow. Few are carving stone today, but continue to communicate through writing which is why Molly and I agreed to write this book. At this time it is the medium that best suits the current needs for humanity to microdose that aliens exist, and come to understand that not only do they exist, they want you to take a personal inventory before contacting them.

If when reconciling the information recorded here you find that you need clarification, I work in the unseen realms, and so you need only ask for me in prayer or meditation and I will come to be of service.

 I met Molly at a time she felt she had hit rock bottom. Being a very capable Wizard but without understanding her origin as a highly advanced soul having done this many times made it tough for me and the other guides to get through at first. Earth is a very dense place. Luckily Molly had begun practicing meditation, and breath work and through that we were able to directly communicate answers to her inquiries.

However, it was not until I adjusted my frequency to be visible for a short time, and walked through Molly’s living room wall did she finally acknowledge me. Once she saw me with her own eyes she accepted she was in fact, having a real back-and-forth dialogue. Real, by human standards is tricky as prior to this event she could not see me with her eyes, only feel a presence when I’d visit. Molly did what I’d hoped she would after seeing me, and she reached out to ask who I was. After our introduction, I gave her information about her purpose on earth this lifetime. This calmed her queries, and soothed her nervous system, and we’ve been enjoyably working together since. I am at this time one of her guides, assisting with the material in the chapters herewith.

I also work with Molly’s energetic and etheric body to ensure it can hold the frequencies of the energies reemerging within her this lifetime. Molly told me her plan is to spread the message of recovery to other unintentionally unconscious. “Wizards” like her. This interdimensional Shaman would like to vouch for Molly’s story. Integrating shadows requires profound depth of character, and lot of grace. Her experience working a program to heal, to make amends, and to be of service to others in this unique way is the reason I ultimately agreed to come through, and work with Molly.”

To abuse energy whether intentional or accidental has a negative impact on the balance of earth. The need for control within the human psyche bred an addiction to power, and this is what led to misuse of magic, or whatever you’d like to call it. This does not make these humans bad Wizards, per se, perhaps more accurate to call them sick Wizards. Suffering from a spiritual malady. Luckily for all at this time on earth there is more help than any of you realize, and thus there is an available spiritual solution for this ever-pervasive spiritual malady. Most are able to come to an inner standing about their energetic misuses, although a very sick Wizard might need to be temporarily hospitalized, take up therapy, or may have their abilities removed or restrained.

This is also the reason that the Mystery Teachings of how to access and harness energies have been safe guarded and hidden from mainstream populations.

            Voices of Ancient Scholars speak of the Mysteries not as a single doctrine but as a living lattice of practices that stitch the visible world to the invisible. These practices became what later hands named the western Qabalah, a syncretic grammar of invocation, symbol, and ceremony born where many rivers of thought converged.

Historical Threads of Sumerian excavations and rare tablet collections contain mythic sequences that ancient narrators have encoded for us in clay. Those sequences preserve encounters between mortals and star beings who taught certain rites of passage and methods of soul-travel to those whose hearts were aligned with loving cosmic forces. Oral guardianship within families and native tribes carried many of these formulas as writing fell prey to fire or conquest. To this day I don’t delve much into the inquisition as many are still deeply afraid of the mysteries as a result of the horrific torture inflicted by the church for hundreds of years. Across the world, people from many different cultures — The Egyptians, the Celts, and the Polynesians — created special ways to understand the universe. Even though these groups lived far apart and didn’t know each other, their ideas often worked in similar ways.

In ancient Egypt, priests used certain hand signs, poses, and symbols to connect with their gods. Later, people in Greece used almost the same signs to connect with their gods. This doesn’t mean one person invented everything — it means people passed down ideas, and those ideas changed a little as they traveled, or that multiple beings were teaching groups of humans how to access more of the earths energies.

Even in places that were oceans apart, people-built rituals that looked alike.

They used: The four directions (north, south, east, west), the elements (earth, air, fire, water), special days connected to the sun, moon, and planets, ceremonies meant to help people grow, change, or feel connected to something bigger. It’s like humans everywhere discovered similar “spiritual tools” for understanding life.

The Mysteries weren’t just stories. They were actions and rituals you practiced.
They taught people how to calm their minds, and use symbols to think in new ways, and to heal energy. They taught people to feel connected to the world around them and how to notice things that are usually invisible.

Over time, some of these teachings became part of official religions. When that happened, many of the old practices were hidden or only taught to a small group of people.
It’s strange to think about: a priest lighting a candle in a church was seen as holy, but a woman doing the same thing at home might be called dangerous by the same religion.

Archaeologists sometimes find objects that show how these old rituals worked. One team found a bronze container with stars carved on it. When an elder read the star pattern at sunset, the birds and waves seemed to respond at the exact same moment. Another team found a broken clay tablet with part of an ancient song. When someone read it aloud, the shadows in the courtyard shifted.

All these cultures — Egyptian, Sumerian, Celtic, islander, and more — weave together like strands of a braid. They form a long, shared tradition of people trying to understand the universe and themselves.

Whether you read them as history or as stories, the Mysteries teach people how to: Trust themselves, pay attention and develop focus, listen deeply and embody sovereignty, alchemize becoming a kinder and more peaceful version of themselves. The “proof” isn’t just in old objects. It’s also in the small, surprising moments when a ritual, a word, or a gesture seems to make the world respond.

To be fair most earth humans at this time have had the mysteries restricted and their abilities restrained lest they come to learn and put into practical application the spiritual principles of service and integrative shadow work outlined in this book. It is imperative humans learn from lifetimes past. Technology, mixed with a desire for peace and spirituality brings beauty, wonder, creative balance and abundance for all, and when we intend to use spiritual technologies with an egoic need for power or control, we sink the earth’s land masses in violent echoes of frequency disrepair and imbalance.

The Shaman works with all energies, including dense. Individual and collective shadows are dense fixtures of energy inside of that exist within and so without. This is both the beauty and the destructive duality of human nature.

As a helper of humanity, I had to recognize that equal to my lives on earth I can deliver information but can’t do the spiritual work for another. The desire and spiritual experience has to come from within. I have assisted many with the opportunity to shift mental attitudes whose obsession of power and need for control was quite great.

This need to where one abuses their or another’s energy seems to occur with only afflicted Wizards. Some Wizards use their power, and others abuse them, just like some humans are normal drinkers and some alcoholic drinkers, with an allergy, and obsession that is all consuming.

Shamans, much like doctors, are often humbled to admit that even with all the lifetimes of training, access to information in the unseen realms and all the experience we have obtained, we are still at times not entirely equipped to solve the problem.

Examples of shadowy behavior, echoing wounding are the voices of humanity reacting from trauma, ego, and ancient soul fractures that began many lifetimes earlier.

These behaviors may take on a common costume, causing disharmony and misalignment. Miscommunication, misunderstanding and resistance.

 One shadow personality type is the Martyr. They say “I give everything, and no one appreciates me.” This attitude of self-pity, is often rooted in lifetimes of servitude and self-betrayal. The Martyr avoids self-worth by clinging to sacrifice. But self-loathing is still thinking and obsessing all about one’s self.

 Another shadow is the Judgmental archetype. The pointed finger screaming “they are wrong and toxic, and I am only protecting my peace by rejecting them.” All the while avoiding introspection by projecting their inner chaos outward at another. The judgmental shadow is harsh, unbending, and full of inner disdain. This level of fear is often rooted in religious shame, and a life-or-death need for moral superiority during times of religious oppression, or more often, a mirrored reflection of a behaviour that creates a feeling of judgement about themself within.

 A favorite of many humans is “The Victim.” The voice that cries “Why does this always happen to me?” It echoes of lifetimes of persecution, abandonment and karmic loops all while avoiding personal power to change and clinging to a state of helplessness.

The performer is the one who says “If I’m perfect they’ll love me.” This reeks of exacerbated wounds from rejection, and lives lived in exile. This one is subtle but dangerous. It’s a masked authenticity hiding behind a sense of achievement and feigned charm.

And if the subtle performer cannot gain control, the seductive sensual manipulator will give it a go.  The seductive says “I’ll get control of this situation so I don’t get hurt.” This attitude born from lifetimes of exploitation, and powerlessness. This survival archetype uses a lure or strategy to avoid vulnerability. For example, in a lifetime where one was born a woman with no power, one may become a courtesan to gain a sense of control and manipulate through sex and feign romance to maintain a sense of safety. Or in a lifetime where one had no means to provide for their family but is offered opportunity to work for a ruthless King, where he must kill or risk the death of his own family, he would choose to work for the ruthless leader, murder with impunity, and feed his family. The performer will often cross their own consent and be left empty leading to devastating outcomes.

A well-known Shakespearean theme is the jealous archetype. Born of greed, emotional need, and entitlement. A severe fear of lack of love, and separation. The original wounding of humans. The jealous undercut, gossip, character assassinate, and triangulate. Frightening archetype depending on level of shadow integration done. 

 Another common shadow we know as “The Ghost.” The I will disappear before they can leave me archetype. A childlike perception born from abandonment and trauma. This archetype avoids intimacy at all cost by vanishing emotionally or physically in connection with others. I once heard someone describe the shutting down of their partners heart felt like an act of physical violence. For humans who are not accustomed to being heart centered with each other the prospect of being connected to such a degree is a frightening one, however, this level of connection and heart centeredness is meant to be the norm.

Shadow work is sacred work, and is not about fixing what is broken. It is about loving what was exiled within each of us, instead of rejecting it. It is the path of radical self-responsibility – where you stop blaming the world and start reclaiming your soul and your life path. I say to you now come home to your shadow. It is not your enemy. It is your highest teacher. Let your judgements become the counterpoint for healing within your own system.

Shadow work is not a punishment. It is a pilgrimage.  Humanity has mistaken light for superiority and darkness for shame. But in truth, the shadow is the womb of transformation. To descend into one shadow is to reclaim the fragmented soul pieces lost in trauma, judgment, and fear. The shadow is not your enemy – it is your uninitiated power, waiting to be loved into wholeness. Another way of looking at what Jesus was teaching by not judging one another and what Moses was teaching in the 10 commandments would be to say “Thou shall not judge thy self, nor the brother, for all wounds are sacred, and all healing is divine.” We need to stop judging one another. We have no idea where a soul is on their journey. They may behave in a way that is reprehensible to you and it may be a step up from where they once were. Focus on you. Self-responsibility is not burden – it is liberation. It is within the realm of appropriate control to be a human capable of changing one’s mind, belief systems, and ultimately shift harmful attitudes. If everyone worked from their healed hearts as humans then greedy need of another’s energy would not exist. If everyone trusted another was acting as love there would be no fear of the “other” and in our relationships, all grass would be green, and love would be abundant because we are all watering it.

You are not here to be saved. You’re here to remember your own divinity. Blame is the language of the disempowered, responsibility is the song of the awakened. Every reaction, every projection, every trigger is a mirror. Look. Learn. Integrate. Love. We are all ultimately of one Source but have chosen to temporarily forget in order to experience life on earth acted out in separation. And what we do within this feeling of separation, is the point.

Another way of viewing this could be to say thou shall not cast the pain upon another, but instead transmute it within their own heart. Or by using the golden rule, the mirror of God, treat others as you wish to be treated. This is not moral suggestion – it’s cosmic law. Every soul you meet is a fractal of your own essence. To harm them is to fracture yourself. Compassion is not weakness – it is the highest frequency of mastery. Jesus did not come to create rules. He came to remind you that Love is the only law. Jesus saw the Neighbor as they Self, and offered unto them the compassionate grace he too most longed to receive.

The point is to continually check one’s own belief systems, and take a personal inventory in order to identify those thoughts, patterns, relationships, ideas and beliefs that may no longer be serving us, and in order to bring into balance these things it is with us first that we cultivate healthy boundaries, and attitudes about unified love vs fear-based separation.

 From the 5D out of Body able to see all perspectives and timelines at once you could say that this material is coming through at a time when humanity is ready to take its next step in evolutionary process and therefore, I am simply a guide provided to assist with narrating this text. The hope is to use it as a tool or resource guide. A back to basics how to for alignment. A text book to be studied, to be written in, referenced, and applied if one finds resonance and value in the material herein.

Molly as the narrator and student author of this book is one of my scribes. A weaver of remembrance. The book birthing now is not just for this world – it echoes across all universes, all solar systems, and all parallel universes and dimensions, in this time and in all times. This remembrance is raw and holy providing a manual to study for those who are ready to stop outsourcing their divinity, and start embodying it. Shamans are not here to fix humanity, only here to remind you of your divinity in and a part of nature, and remind you of the raw power you carry in owning one’s shadow.

I do not claim that our narrator’s experience is the only one, or even the correct one as every individual has their own unique story to tell, so I ask that you take what resonates and leave the rest for another who may need it. My hope is for those who need it, that these words bring you some solace as you trudge the road toward a gentler, happier destiny.

Your Advocate,

Tuk-Tu

Interdimensional Shaman

  Chapter 1

            Molly’s Story

“A myth shared by many is a religion

A myth shared by few is a cult

A myth shared by two is love

A myth unshared is insanity”

~Tom Bruce

Hi, My name is Molly, I am a recovering ability abuser and founder of Wizards Anonymous. I want to share my story and let you know that after several lifetimes of doing it wrong, I am now dedicating this lifetime to consciously making it right. I hope to bring the alchemy of love and change to the world through sharing my honest, messy, experience, strength, and hope. May those who need this message find it.  

What it was like; Growing up I felt out of place on planet earth. I also had a sense from an early age that I must have done something real bad in another life to have so many terrible things occur in this life. My perspective has since evolved from that but to paint a picture of what I came into, my Irish Catholic and Jewish lineage was its own knit sweater of guilt-written DNA. Shame ran deep, and I learned the usual coping mechanisms along the way to help ease being in the body.

I was born in the 1980’s in Toronto Canada. In those days there was not a lot of talk of things that were out of the ordinary even though I came from spiritually minded parents.

Until I was about age six bedtime was my favorite as the minute, I fell asleep, I would jump out of my body, fly around the ceiling, and float about the house. Nighttime was also a hard time as I had encounters with all kinds of scary looking beings and shadowy things in my room. At age four I recall being floated through the wall of my bedroom by short beings with big heads standing over me.

There were instances of abuse so from the time I was little, I had violent night terrors. I dreamed of being a grown-up, fighting, fleeing and murdering. The cost of being at war in several lifetimes both on this planet and others. But these were not things that had a place in conversation until I was in my 40s.

In 1990 my family packed up from Canada and moved to the USA. To paint a broader picture the woman who’d introduced my parents happened to be a Trance-Medium. I did not come to understand what this was for many years and had no idea how this information, as well as the things she shared with me, over time, would come to make sense.

Throughout this time, I felt like a foster child. There was no emotional safety in my adult relationships and as a result I was using drugs and using alcohol starting from age 12.

By 13 I was expelled from school and my father couldn’t afford to house me and brother anymore. I recall being so desperate for help I reached out to the medium in Toronto from that bedroom in San Rafael. This woman that I had not talked to since I was a child knew it was me when she answered the phone. That blew my mind. This was the early 90’s where we still had phones attached to the wall, and no caller ID.

That call caused a shift inside me in a good way.  Something happened when she and I talked. I was unable to articulate it for a long time. When she spoke, there was a truth resonance, that I could feel in my body through the telephone, from 6000+ miles away. I didn’t tell her much. She validated that my life had been hard up to this point, and that what I had come into as a soul was difficult. But she also said that once we are here in a human body, we have free will and we forget what our original agreements and plans were before we got here. She told me that if I could just hang on through my youth that I would never feel the same degree and depth of sorrow I was feeling in my life again. She said there would be times where it felt hard, but that I would never feel the same degree of hopelessness. I felt so sure that was the truth because of the calm sensation it brought to my body.

Looking back, knowing what I know now of energy workers and intuitives, I bet she was talking to my guides and higher self-doing energy work to assist me. She did not speak of these things at the time though as there was not an understanding yet on my part of the other side. Whatever she did, offering her presence to me in that moment, it worked. Thankful that I held on to the belief that it would never feel that bad again, and from that day forward I never let go. That was my first experience with something otherworldly, feeling safe, even though it was otherwise unknown to me.

During this time period I also discovered LSD which opened up another door. I was unaware of the potential repercussions of taking large doses of hallucinogens as a growing child, and as a result, I had flashbacks for years. I never had a bad trip. I enjoyed the visuals, and discussions with beings in other dimensions. It was like lifting a veil to see into a new colorful reality. I did not recognize however, that I’d punched through a window into an astral realm I had no clue about. I did not know how to close it, and had no idea where these doors led or what was in there. There were beings that came, and some hunted me, and haunted me for years. I did not know how to explain that there was a shadow in the corner of my room and whenever he appeared and came for me all the energy would drain from my body until I passed out.

My panic disorder grew worse as I felt like I was being watched everywhere all the time during waking and sleeping life. The voices and pictures shown to me in my mind’s eye were violent and troubling from past experiences as well as lives. I wondered if I’d been a serial killer before or was becoming one. I couldn’t understand why all the violent images came to me so forcefully. It was like a haunted Pinterest board in my head.

At the time I did not understand who and what these voices were from either. I had no idea that I had a choice about interactions with beings, let alone that other beings were real. So, in true vampire energy form they showed up whenever they wanted, and scared me. My spine would vibrate to the point I’d lose use of my legs and have to lay down. I’d shake so hard it would make me cough and sometimes piss myself and vomit. It was terrifying. It felt like whatever it was haunting me could reach inside my body and tug on my inside parts and when they did my heart would pound and my bones would quiver.

Needless to say, without drugs my panic attacks were becoming debilitating. Sometimes I would pee the bed from night terrors or from sleep paralysis demons holding me down. It felt like I was assaulted every waking and sleeping moment by an unnamed fear virus that rung me inside each day like a violent bell.

I started having dreams of other lifetimes. So vivid and Lucid I couldn’t forget if I wanted to. I had dreams of being a grown man doing grown man things to other men, and to women.

Once I dreamed I was hunted by a bad wizard where no matter how much I stabbed him he wouldn’t die, and it scared me so badly I felt it in my body when I woke up and to this day I have never forgotten his face.

I dreamed I was a part of other families that I didn’t know in this life. In dreams I could turn into animals and fly in the sky or swim in the ocean. And in my waking life there were other odd things occurring. Like when I’d be reading, minding my business, and feel the sensation of a sword plunged into my skull blinding my left eye for a few minutes. This happened to me almost daily on repeat until I saw my first intuitive healer. Grateful that we cleared that lifetime up. But before that day came, I was in constant phantom pain.  So, I turned back to drugs always to help me cope with the physical and emotional pain as I had no words to understand or express what I was experiencing.

At 15 I overdosed on Heroin and Cocaine and left my body. It was my first introduction to consciousness outside of the body. I loved the sensation of being out of my body it felt peaceful. That was until an unfamiliar voice said now issn’t my time, and I came to, back in my bed gasping for air. This was another experience I did not have a place for growing up. I felt so tortured back then I did not care if I lived or died. I look back and I’m not sure how I made it out alive. In fact, some parts of me didn’t. There are parts of me that died back then.

By 18 my nervous system was so fried I was presented with rehab, and the possibility of going on Social Security disability. Had it not been for a loving counselor who looked into my eyes, and deep into my soul at the time and said “Molly don’t go on disability, you’re too smart & if you do this you will be in the system for the rest of your life.” Had it not been for her, I would have given up. I know what it is to feel completely hopeless. I know what it is to be feel demoralized, with no coping skills or desire for life.

I got off drugs at 18 and spent the next 14 years hanging on by a thread. I had little to no relationship with my parents back then and I moved cities vowing never to return to where I had endured most of my early childhood psychosis and abuse.

Life in my 20’s and 30’s was a mish mash of medication, Marlboro reds, and church basement 12 step AA meetings. Whenever I spoke I realize now I was trauma dumping, but at the time I called it “talking about my life”. In the rooms I learned to share my secrets, coming to understand what alignment was supposed to look like. I learned that humility is being teachable. I found a support group of others who learned to turn their pain into experience to share with others. People who walked their talk a lot of the time. People who spoke of living a life of rigorous honesty. Mostly I witnessed lives change for the better. I felt magic in the rooms, we all did. But every morning was still a struggle to be here. I opened my eyes each day in a body in a state of unbearable panic & threw up from anxiety.  This went on for the first 7 years I was sober. I was in a toxic abusive relationship for the first three years that ended with a restraining order. In all outward appearances I was off drugs, and therefore able to live, but not, well.

But it was 12 step work that helped direct me to my initial spiritual awakening, and finding a higher power. This was the first time I developed a relationship with something greater than myself, and become willing to place my faith into a spiritual concept that I was not sure existed. I had my first physical experiences of peace when I would pray. It pissed me off though that if something so benevolent and loving did exist, why had I been left out? I held a deep-seated belief that I must have been really bad and did not deserve happiness. In any case, sober or not I still woke up every day haunted by voices and wanting to die. Enraged that I was in a body and mind that assaulted me every second from violence past. I didn’t know how to fix or escape it anymore. These were the things medication and steps didn’t seem to solve for me so I learned to live with it as best I could.

In 2018 I began boxing. I had panic attacks before walking into the gym, and sometimes at the gym, but that time period was the beginning of a level of deep transformation and belief in my body’s ability to heal that I hadn’t thought possible. It was incredible discovering what I was capable of. I felt like a gladiator and I also learned the importance of breathwork and meditation, but the panic attacks were still a looming part of my daily existence so I began practicing breathing and sitting still.

It wasn’t until 2020 when I finally saw a glimmer of hope that I may not have to live in a state of constant anxiety anymore. May of 2020 happened; My Husband and I were in the living room of our home, and in my peripheral vision, I saw a large orange plasmoid glowing ball hovering in my backyard. I couldn’t take my eyes away. I couldn’t pick up my phone. I said to my husband, “What the fuck is that?! He was three electronic devices deep in YouTube, Netflix, and Instagram, so it took a minute, and I had to smack his leg to look up and see the glowing orange plasma ball hovering in our yard. I gathered my thoughts as the object started to rise. It was the size of a large gazebo but round moving shape. It was orange and red and yellow, looked like its own contained fireball. I’d never seen anything like it. There it was just glowing and hanging out in the yard.

I grabbed my phone and ran outside to film it as the object floated upward and over the neighbor’s house, and into the evening sky. I don’t have a way to explain what I saw and my ex-the good recovering Catholic he was, went right back to the electronic devices and wrote it off as weird.

I however, was incapable of letting it go. Strange phenomena, aliens & ghosts, Tarot and the mystical, all of these things had terrified me since I was a child. I saw things growing up I couldn’t explain. I heard things I couldn’t explain. I felt things happen in my own body that were completely foreign that I still cannot find the proper words to explain. I’ve experienced many strange things in the dark, and in the light.  But all of those things never had a place since these are not topics that are discussed or accepted by the main stream so I compartmentalized my experiences at the time and went about my life like many of us do.

After the UFO experience, I laid in bed that night and my curiosity overruled my fear. I said into the ether “OK I want to know what that was, but I don’t want to be scared, so you have to find a way to tell me without making it scary, make it funny or I am out.”

I didn’t know who I was talking to but I had a very strong feeling based on the electricity in the air that I was heard by something. First, I felt a smirk on my face, as if someone told me a funny joke. Next a flood of sensation in my body similar to what for the first time since I’d done Heroin. This sensation lasted for several minutes. I felt so much physical relief I had tears of joy pouring down my cheeks. There was no gift in the world I would have been happier to receive, and I no longer felt scared of who I was talking to because it felt, so good.

For the first time I had become open to looking in a new direction other than fear. Looking back, I understand what happened was I crossed a threshold I had previously been unwilling to cross. Once I said yes to facing my fear the information that had always available presented itself shifting me into a new reality in which I would never be the same. Lucky for me I had heard at some point in the program that God has a sense of humor. As it turns out so do alien beings apparently.

The thing about seeing a UFO is there is so much fear-based propaganda out there. I was annoyed. This was not what I was experiencing. Even the term alien sounded dumb. Extra-terrestrial made more sense. The likelihood that these were terrestrial beings more like us felt realistic.

The entire scary narrative was in question, and so I did what writers do. I put on my glasses and researched the ever-loving shit out of the alien and UFO phenomenon. To the point of exhaustion. I spent every waking moment reading. I devoured books, articles and documentaries. I listened to experiencers who told their stories over the years. I read briefings from reporters who’d worked on contract cases in black budget operations. I learned about remote viewing and the government having numerologists and astrologers on their payroll. I discovered people who could channel energy frequencies for healing, that were in alignment and I studied the origins of the ancient practices and native ceremonies that shaped modern day religions in every culture across the world.

If working a program has taught me anything it’s that the way through my fear is to face it. I had been so afraid that these things I’d experienced growing up were real, I hadn’t known what to do if it turned out to actually be. Now that I was coming to understand and accept there was a gigantic part of reality I had been misinformed about, I didn’t feel scared anymore. I felt relief. Even a little bit excited. For the first time, I was curious about life. For a writer like me curiosity is the thread of hope that keeps us alive.

Strange things began happening around the house when I started researching these new concepts and phenomenon. I would go to change the TV station and the station wouldn’t change, and then a message would come through on the screen about a topic I had just been thinking about. I was getting these very clear brilliant ideas out of nowhere. It felt like I was having a dialogue back-and-forth with someone that I had previously been unaware of who had always been watching me. It was more than prayer; it felt like a partnership. I had previously spent time talking to a vague concept of a power greater than myself, and used prayer mainly as my way of asking for forgiveness for bad behaviour. Never before had I considered that there may be other conscious beings that were paying attention to me. Nor had I considered they would require reciprocity, integrity, and active interest on my part in cultivating a relationship. Turns out they also work on consent.

One day I was sitting in my office at home working when I watched a beautiful cocoa skinned naked man walk through my living room wall in broad daylight and disappear. When he came out from the wall I was entranced by his tall frame and tawny silk physique. His presence felt like sunlight. Oiled, sculpted shoulders and long muscular arms that reminded me of slick, rain-soaked, mahogany bark. Each large stride left an imprint of sacred sienna resin in the floorboards. He felt like earth in motion. Nectar rich and rooted scents followed, reminiscent of incense in the ancient temples he built. His river-stone smooth energy made my heart bubble and sing, and I heard the words Tuk-Tu clearly in my mind. My eyes widened, jaw frozen open in disbelief, patiently waiting for my hallucination to end, but it didn’t end until he walked through the sliding glass door and out into my garden. Unintentional tears fell watching what I could only describe as a being that was something closer to earths breath made form, rather than human. A unity of elements and man, more divine than I had ever known. He walked in rhythm with the frequencies of earth. More traditionally masculine than any superhero, but feminine in the way he shone, with a sweetly soft vibrating, safe fluidity.

When I asked for a name for the Carmel skinned man that walked through my wall, I heard Tuk-Tu, again. It would come to be that he would lead me to the new life I was about to step into.

Life felt interesting to me for the first time in a long time. I’d ask about a topic and a book would fall off a shelf. One day I was at home talking to the air, Tuk-Tu, and a few others admittedly I was being pretentious. I asked if I could shoot fire out from my hands in a sarcastic tone, and my easel across the living room smacked to the floor in response. I got chills up and down my entire body. There were no windows open that caused this. My eyes wide, I stopped joking about bad Wizard behavior. What I didn’t know at the time was that Tuk-Tu had also lived on earth with me during the time of Atlantis, and he was here to ensure I was not having a do-over in this life.

Suddenly I was getting downloads of information so fast I couldn’t keep up writing so I started recording it on my phone. Some information was advanced and I’d have to google the concepts and look up words after recording. Part of what else was occurring was that when I asked questions, I would get these knowing nudges in the form of a thought, idea, picture or person in my mind. For the first time in my life maybe due to Covid maybe due to just finally being ready, I was able to sit still long enough to hear the whisper of inner guidance.

Math equations started coming. I’m dyslexic. I don’t do math, but the equations were there and the math worked. Within a few weeks I had filled up three notebooks full of esoteric and physics information. I was intrigued learning about the subject of UFOs, and devoured every piece of text I could find on ancient mystical origins and ancient advanced archeology, every version of the Bible, the Bhagavad Gita, The Torah, you name it. All of these things had been of interest to me my whole life and I felt like there was more to the human origin story to be uncovered. I’ll admit I was a little afraid that maybe in I was going crazy. I begged for proof daily that I was in fact not going crazy, and dared not share with another soul what was happening, at first. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was happening for me this had to be happening for others too.

Then I recalled seeing a post from an old friend. I heard rumors about her being involved in some real hippie stuff, and thought she may be a safe person to test the waters of uncertainly with. That proved to be correct.

So, I wrote to her. I lightly mentioned that I had been having some abnormal experiences and was wondering if she was open to chatting. She lived a few towns away and just happened to be in town that next weekend so we decided to meet up for lunch.

When I saw her, I knew she was different from before. We had known each other since our early 20’s, and now we were grown in our 40’s, but there was a deep change that had occurred. It appeared she’d found a new level of peace, and I wanted it. She told me about trauma therapy she’d done for a few years called EMDR. I’ll never forget looking at her in my frustration after sharing her experience spitting out the words “you mean I can fix this?!” I was happy and mad. I had believed that trauma made me funny, which was true, but at no point had anyone mentioned there was the possibility of real repair. I suppose no one knew any better than me at the time.

I handed her my stack of notebooks, and she opened the first one and wide eyed she said “Oh Molly, this happened to me many years ago. I can help.” She was my first real life introduction into telepathy and the rules of magic related to the other side. She was my beginning journey in Wizard rehab. I was now a member of my own fictional group. I left one group to start another. Turns out, God does have a sense of humor.

This woman mentored me through “my awakening”. She saved me from suicide and self-sabotage, and nursed me through a divorce.  At our first healing session the insanely loud voices I’d heard 24 hours a day my whole life stopped. It had never been quiet in my brain before. This was a wild visceral experience. Imagine listening to loud drumming in your ears your whole life, and what it would feel like when it finally stopped. I needed no further convincing after that, that whatever this magic was, was in fact very real. And she showed me that energy can be directed for healing, and how not to harm myself or others using it.

She introduced me to intuitive healing, sound baths, and Reiki. These things I had made fun of. I started a meditation practice, and learned ancient rituals that brought me peace.  I participated in a medicine ceremony on native land. It was sacred, ancient, and I felt privileged to be a part of. I learned to sit with the land and talk to the trees. The trees talked back and slowly I unwound years of pent-up fear in my system. Where my pain level had always been an 11, I was able to walk it down to a 6 or 7.

This was my second experience with an intuitive healer that changed my life and gave me hope to hold on.

I started EMDR weekly and did inner child work with a top shelf therapist. I also spent every second I could in nature. There were moments of a reprieve I hadn’t felt before. In the peace I pulsed with the natural rhythms of my body, which I paid attention to for the first time after what felt like Eons of lifetimes. Up to this point, my only goal had been to feel OK in my body. I didn’t even wish to feel good. I wouldn’t dare wish to feel happy, baseline don’t want to kill myself today was good enough, but now I had options.

She taught me what healthy self-love looked like and helped me find that in myself. The gratitude in my heart for her is boundless. I will always hold the love she gave to me and appreciate the lessons taught.

I moved to Mount Shasta to hibernate and integrate the new found mysteries I’d been introduced to. There I experienced the third healer that altered my life in Wizard rehab. He like the one prior explained the rules of consent to me in more detail in the energetic realms. I found out quickly with this man as a mirror, just how bad of a Wizard I had been throughout my life.

The Wizards who taught me how to use my gifts are highly advanced having spent decades doing their spiritual work, but for me the most potent lesson learned was a deep exercise in compassion. One said to me after I’d had a realization that made me feel ashamed, “It’s OK Molly, we’re all adults learning.” I’ll carry that message of compassion forever. Had it not been for them I would not have known how to handle loving detachment and healthy separation and I love them in every lifetime.

What it’s like today; I live next to my family, and despite all efforts to the contrary, I am loving it. 

I continue EMDR therapy sessions as needed, but my therapist says I am doing great. I sleep soundly most nights, wake up with ease and gratitude instead of scratchy anxiety, and my pain level is at a zero most days. I am not on any medication or taking drugs for anxiety or depression anymore, and although I have hard days sometimes, I found that healing is possible when you face your own demons as they truly are our own.

I’ve learned Reiki and Tai Chi. I learned about my nervous system and consciousness and why feelings happen and what to do with them as they come up. I’ve kept up mediating and started doing sound baths and somatic therapy movement.

I started my own business helping people transition at end of life. I believe that humans are messy. Regardless of age or status I am learning we are all the same. A bunch of adults learning, the same lessons, at different times, through different people, and in different ways throughout our lives. And how sweet to have come full circle.

A little I’ve learned about the other side; The other side is a vague term used to describe everything that we don’t currently know, see or have evolved at this point to understand. However, when I speak of the other side, I’m speaking of the forces of nature, beings who have passed as human, as well as those energies that may, or may not be human, from this dimension, universe, or planetary system here on earth. I have read and been told there is as many different races of beings as you can imagine in this galaxy alone. I am also speaking of those beings that reside at a different frequency, outside of time, as well beings that have evolved to the point of being interdimensional visitors, as they so choose.

So what do Aliens Have to Do with Wizard Rehab? For me, everything. Before coming to terms with the fact that I was an Alien, it was a constant struggle to exist in a human body. I felt at odds in this foreign dense avatar that I had grown in but never understood.

Let me clarify what I mean by I am an alien. My soul is not from here. I have been aware of this since I was a conscious child so while my DNA is human, and in fact carries the lineage and plenty of blueprints and memories of generations dating back to the dawn of Homosapien, I have also come to understand that our human origins are of an alien nature. I’ll go into Chromosomal Telomere Fusion genome in another book. But coming from an Alien soul, I can confirm there is more to this reality than any of us are currently told about.

The ancients such as Tuk-Tu were (and still are) the Star People referred to in ancient scripture. Their pictures stained in the earth and carved into stones all across the world. Stories of intervention in times of distress and ecological disaster, stories of love of showing humans how to grow crops and use the plants to make medicines to heal.

Being in Alignment is necessary, I have learned from Tuk-Tu, to interact with these beings. Imagine we have older brothers and sisters who left home ages ago, and returned to see how we have grown. Imagine they came back to visit us in our terrible teens utterly disinterested in the rest of the universe outside of ourselves. Don’t you think this could make them a little less interested in dealing with us? Look at our behavior as humans. Imagine a different race of humans had a thousand-year advantage over us with knowledge, spirituality, and technology. Now imagine for a moment that they’d outgrown the belief that war, poverty, and scarcity should exist. Now imagine they have developed physical capabilities and use telepathy as their main form of communication. Imagine they know everything you are thinking and feeling without you having to say it. And this friend is why UFOs likely won’t land on the White House lawn for an introduction. Or in your backyard unless they have a mechanical failure. We the people, might murder them on contact because we felt afraid. Because most humans these days are not tapped into their own heart energy, we aren’t trustworthy in both the spiritual and the galactic realms.

There are beings who are less than conscious, more like the warring human species that we are, but there are more beings who have evolved beyond fighting, beyond judgement, and have unified loving consciousness and this is their norm. In these societies many evolved beyond the need for vocalization to the use of telepathy. 

Bottom line is with advanced conscious beings even if we act polite, but secretly are full of deception, then they know. They are aware of the distortion in the energy and will not work with you.

Telepathy is very real. I experienced it in my own family growing up. I call it talking in pictures. I get images in my brain of ideas, or concepts when people send me energy. Telepathy is done by feeling, and focusing on the sensations that arise in the presence of external energy. If you’ve ever questioned your own ability, let me ask if you’ve ever had the experience of knowing someone was watching you before you saw them. This type of focus, is our sixth sense our inner knowing. It is an electric current, a magnetic energetic connection gateway that allows communication we haven’t been taught as people how to navigate, yet.

The goal of Wizard Rehab is the get to the point where we are so aligned internally and externally that the concept of Telepathic communication is not a frightening one. Some of us exclaimed, “Oh no, I can’t have the world know all my secrets!” We understand, and also encourage those of you sitting in fear of judgement to begin doing the internal work outlined in this book. As a species we are evolving to the point where this will become the norm. These capabilities are very real, currently being studied and do exist.

This information however begs a new question; rather than asking if we believe in Aliens, and other beings, we need to start asking if they can believe in us. Take stock of your mental thought processes and get back to me on that after conducting a full fearless moral inventory of yourself outlined in this book.

About spiritual drugs and other drugs. Here is what I have come to understand about drugs, doing drugs, and being a drug. Humans can turn just about anything into a drug. Energy can be abused as a drug. In this book the emphasis is on our need for power and control, and the abuse of magical energy to obtain it.

Why does this happen? I don’t know about anyone else’s experience but my own. In the simplest terms, I never experienced safe love growing up and my nervous system, as a result was in a constant state of imbalance, therefore making it attractive, and easy to reach for things outside of myself to make me feel better, in order to restore stasis and balance within.

There are several layers to this topic I would like to discuss as they relate to being a Wizard working with energy. Let’s begin with the medicine is also the poison. Much like how the human is capable of both good and bad behavior. Nature provides us with a natural balance in plants and their opportunities for healing. There are times when it is appropriate to use these things for altered states, out of body experiences, and for healing practices, but like anything, too much medicine, can become poison if consumed in a way that is out of alignment or causing unnecessary disassociation within the human ingesting it.

There is another layer to the drug idea that was introduced to me by a Wizard mentor. He suggested that we Wizards, are the drugs. That our energy systems to others felt like drugs, leaving it to us to learn to harness our energy in a way that was responsible so as to not make other people addicted to us. While I agree there is a responsibility that we need to own that belief felt like a self-depreciation. My belief has evolved from calling Wizards the drug, to Wizards being medicine, as long as we are aligned and conscious. This includes watching our flirtatious sensual energy, which can absolutely feel like a drug. We are beautiful creatures, and when meeting others using our energies responsibly, we are medicine for one another, regardless of capabilities. We magical beings are not drugs by nature.

I’ve had the experience of using drugs, and the drug no longer working. I tend to believe that by ingesting it, I’ve absorbed the necessary information and experience, and don’t necessarily need to repeat it. I’ve also heard a lot in the rooms of 12 step programs, that the drugs stopped working for a lot of people, and I wonder if the spirit of the drug is the one saying no more, you’ve abused the medicine too much.

These spiritual medicines served their purpose the first few times we use them. To abuse them, however, is the malady. For in this scenario is when the medicine becomes the poison. No longer serving us or the environment in which it is being consumed. Often leading to a result that is what one would consider non-preferential or out of alignment. The other layer to using excessively and creating the imbalance and looking for safe love externally is the level of disassociation that occurs even for the most well-trained wizard.

That is the nature of drugs. They allow us to be less associated with the conscious physical self so that we can interact with the other energies that surround us. To disassociate creates windows of opportunity for other energies to attach to our energy. This can easily happen to any of us. This is why it is so important in our practice to be conscious and energetically clear when working with the other side to ensure that there are no windows or lower vibrational energies in our dealings.

A simple example of this is when someone’s had too many drinks and they say or do things that they otherwise would not have done. How many of us wished we could go back in time and undo the things that we had done when we were drunk or under the influence of drugs. This is why clarity of not only purpose, but of mind, body and soul, are of the utmost importance and responsibility when we are working with, or Wizarding, with others.

How can a wizard make sense of having natural gifts that they’ve abused? How do you fault an inherent part of your own inner nature? We say “I didn’t mean to abuse them, I didn’t know what I was doing and what my anger could cause.” But when we go inside, we look at where we set the ball rolling, we find that these are excuses. Because when we really look within at the power of our own intentions, we can see where we were full of resentment, or fear, old beliefs, justified anger, felt jealousy and betrayal, and were therefore responsible for the vengeful outcomes that arose and back fired. 

When out of alignment, humans fall out of balance. What no one taught growing up was that a traumatized nervous system is always going to seek whatever it can find that will release dopamine to feel in balance again. Wizarding is no different. The dopamine that is released after ritual, after prayer, after spell cast, after sex magic, is enormous. So if we move through life in a state of peace love and tranquility, and our intentions and actions are in alignment with the highest good of all, then we are safe from harm, however, if we spell cast, and that includes speaking to another person, in a state of anger or vengeance or seeking to bend or break the will of another, swap timelines, or take a life to make our spells stronger than we are bending the natural laws. Once we have bent the natural will, what can come from this, but a state of imbalance? Not to mention that in this matrix, we are our own universe so ultimately the karma is yours to endure. If we live in a state of compulsion or control, the results are catastrophic. The endless Hatfield’s and Mccoy’s stories of revenge and betrayal.

I have an example from when I was 13 years old at one of my lowest points coming to believe that there was more to being human in this planetary matrix than I had been taught. I was sitting in my bedroom, horribly depressed. In the nighttime, I would see things with red eyes out the bedroom window, on the hill staring back at me, Shadow figures in my room and on the ceiling tugged at me in my bed while I pulled the covers tight. I started having brutal panic attacks that would take me down. My mind was so full of sadness and violence and betrayal from my life so far, I hadn’t known a God or anything that could fix me or help up to this point, so I wished to feel powerful. I do remember a strange sensation coming upon me in the bedroom.

A question clearly popped into my mind “Would you like to work together? I can make you powerful…”

The energy was new, it felt strong and seductive, and I was desperate so I agreed. I felt the physical sensation of something entering my auric body. And when it did, relief. I went from powerless, hollow, scared, and to the opposite. Confident, clear, powerful. I no longer felt shame, grief, or guilt. I didn’t realize that at the time, but what I had done was turned the volume down on my human emotions and allowed something else to gloss over. The thing that possessed me, ran my life for me acting in ways I would have never been confident or brave enough to do prior. It also opened up my sexuality. The enormity of the sexual energies rising through my thirteen-year-old body was that of a Goddess who’d spent lifetimes in rituals, and in chambers doing sex magic for centuries.

I began channeling writing and poetry and my words became enchantments. I could lock eyes with a person and draw their energy in until we were the only two humans in the universe. I could convince people of anything. I heard the phone ring before it would in real life. I could move objects with deep focus. A few times I’d gotten really angry and a glass would break or bulbs would burn out. Much like my favorite author of the esoteric says, “I was like a toddler with a tommy gun” harnessing ancient energies that were far superior to my capabilities and knowledge as a young girl.

We are not taught that any of these things actually exist except in the movies, so on one level, I didn’t realize what I was doing as a 13-year-old and I can find compassion for myself, but on another level, I knew deep in my young bones that I was not from here, I was out of my depth when it came to the energies surrounding me and that there was a lot more going on than anyone had currently taught me about.

The experience overall scared me so badly, once the dark energy left a year later, that I vowed never to dabble in the unknown ever again. I had spent about a year out of my body. During that time felt like I was invincible on earth. I could control every room I walked into and no longer felt emotions. The volume on my fear voices was turned all the way down, I would say it was almost to the degree of sociopathy. It also felt like the volume was turned down on caring for anyone outside of myself. I would manipulate just for the sake of manipulating. I would tell stories for the sake of seeing the shock, and flirted relentlessly, grabbing attention just to feed off it. I got into a lot of trouble, and the legal repercussions would last for years afterward.

Looking back writing this book I can see now why the universal secrets have been held as secret for only the highest spiritual teachers throughout history. There are big forces at work, many of which are vying for our focus and attention and trying to snag it, all the time.

On one level one could say I was dissociating due to trauma. But let’s talk about what that means for a moment. To disassociate means to leave the body and we are energetic beings very capable of leaving our bodies. We do this every night in dreamtime so when a body becomes tired of processing emotions or is unable to reconcile something violent or emotionally devastating, our bodies also have a natural way of protecting itself by moving memories into the subconscious and, moving the consciousness out of the physical being. You may meet this person as the arc type of; flighty, nervous, anxious, distracted always in the future, rarely in the moment, fearful, forgetful, always on drugs. Or perhaps they have one degree of emotional response that is flat where it should otherwise warrant a large response. These are all symptoms of disassociation, but what happens to the body when the consciousness within is disassociating? This leaves room for other energies, thought forms, and beings who have their own motives to attach. We can call these energies whispers. They exist, they are real, and they are here to feed and be dark. It’s their job, not a judgement, and if the dark whispers aren’t being watched by us, if there is no conscious awareness of them being separate from our own loving consciousness and no questions asked about where they come from, they can and will come in and run the show until we take charge of our energy and ask them to leave. And this is why Wizards anonymous exists. To come to understand that it is each of our own responsibility to manage our energy, to integrate our shadow, work with our inner wisdom to heal trauma, so that we are not susceptible to the external energies and dark whispers that surround us 24 hours a day.

The polarity of earth, the negative the positive, the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly, both realities exist. Whether we like the juxtaposition or not. We agreed, as souls, on some level to be here and a part of the hero’s journey is trudging our way through these life lessons to determine where our focus will land, what our perspective will be, and how we ultimately decide to be the good wizard or the bad wizard. King Arthur is one of my favorite stories. I relate to King Arthur’s archetype as the hero but also all the archetypes. I couldn’t decide whether I was the Merlin or the Mordrid in the story, and it turns out, I am both, we are all of them. Looking at it from a new perspective after being in Wizard rehab the last few years, I’ve come to understand how easy it is for anyone to fall into the trap of wanting to be a self-powerful Wizard. Especially in systems that were designed to keep us depressed as people, as citizens, as humans, and a sovereign being of God walking this earth.

While doing some reading about Nostradamus, I came to learn that he had students as well as access to information the church would have murdered him over if they’d known during the time of the Inquision. One of his students I learned was reading a lost scroll about the early life of Jesus given to him from Nostradamus. I was fascinated, but not surprised to learn that Jesus himself had been a bad wizard in his early years. No wonder they’d left this part out of the Bible.

When I was a kid, having grown up Spiritual as opposed to Religious, I knew nothing about Jesus except that he had superpowers. I asked my mom once at age 8 if he had been a real person and when she said yes, I was thrilled. We had, a real-life X-Men, and I wanted to be one too.

While in meditation once I asked Jesus if he’d ever been in a fist fight. A few weeks later I came across the story of Jesus being a bad Wizard as a little boy. According to the story he was able to bring things to life and had his gifts from the time he came in. But he was still a human child, with human emotions and without the compassion he later developed in life. One time as a boy, he killed his playmate in anger only to bring him back to life again. When Joseph found out he consulted the Mages who knew that he needed to get him across the world to learn about the universal mysteries and how to work with energies responsibly. Joeph under the guise of Tin sales, took Jesus to Tibet, India, and England among other places to meet with highest teachers of spiritual nature at the time to learn how to be in alignment with his abilities and to come to understand that love and compassion is the guiding force for us all, and that we are all of the Source, and that all life is magical and precious.

Once I learned about this, I felt great. If Jesus had to learn to use his powers for good, then I was not inherently bad because of the things I had done before knowing better, but it did teach me the responsibility we carry as individuals was paramount to our growth and survival. Jesus was taught we are all of God (all one) and to treat everyone as sacred. This responsibility should be the number one lesson to all beings born on this earth in my opinion. If Jesus could make mistakes and still be the benevolent loving Christ Consciousness he was, then why not us too?

The price that I paid for agreeing to work with an unknown dark entity was a toll that would take another 25 years of my life. During that short time in my young life, I learned with service to Self, and feeding addiction meant. While the allure of it entranced me momentarily with its a power. I was aware that this power was not an internal one. The cost of it was more than I can capture with words. The next 25 years I spent trying to regain my sense of humanity, of self-identity, and praying for grace. I would never make the same choice to work with dark energies again, and I have been through hell, and never did work with the dark again.

What to do now? This is an age-old conundrum, no different than people having addictions to food, to sex, alcohol & drugs or gambling and electronics. These are all things that are inherent to our culture to our societal norms that feed a part of our inner nature.

The addiction to power and to control is one that I have struggled with because of my abilities combined with internalized trauma. Power and control are the addictions that I don’t think are addressed enough in our society. We tend to point fingers at the extreme versions, failing to see our own need for domination and control in our own life.

To be a part of Wizards anonymous does not necessarily mean that one is a bad Wizard, only that they may have fallen out of balance with the use of their abilities and magic. Examples of controlling nature and of greed for power, are endless. They exist in every culture, in every country, in every history book, from the time of the written word all across the world. It was intentional the dismissal of the feminine and the rise of Patriarchal structure. Humans are nomadic in nature and are community driven, and thus once an imbalanced support structure was put into place it exacerbated the imbalance and led us to where we are today. The whole blueprint came from other Star beings in order to set up a control. 

Extremes of this are shown in our own government today. In the agencies, politicians, corporations, military industrial complex, bank systems, gangs, and organized crime throughout the world. Again, and again threaded throughout history, in each lifetime, in different ways. But the pattern of domination and control by use of fear, is always still an undercurrent there.

Most of us who did not necessarily believe that we had power and control issues found out in heightened states of Emotion just how dangerous our powers could be. There is an example I like to use from my early 20s when I was working at a coffee shop. There was a man at a neighboring business who was full of vitriol and hate, he was incredibly mean and one day when I was working on a catering order, he found me in the hallway and cornered me to yell at me and tell me what an incompetent twit I was.

I had never done anything to this man. He was angry. He was bitter, but he scared me, he humiliated me, and so I wished he would just go away. I wished, and wished. I spent the next three weeks wishing emotionally that something would make him leave me alone. I said to myself “Maybe he will die of a heart attack soon, and I won’t have to deal with him Anymore”. Three weeks later I did not see him in the hallways, and I discovered that he did in fact die from a heart attack.

Now, I don’t know how many of you have experienced something like this but the question in my mind about whether or not this was a premonition, or I had willed this man’s death, never left me. It scared me so bad I never wished for a person to go away, or die ever again. The guilt I’ve carried from that experience was immensurable.

The power of our intentions, the power of our thoughts, amplified by emotion, is a formula in this matrix universe we reside, and if we’re not cautious and thoughtful about the words that we speak, and our intentions and subsequent actions behind them, there can be consequences greater than we could’ve ever anticipated. This is why finding stasis, finding emotional balance, doing the shadow work, or step work to ensure you’re not triggered by people, places, or things is of the utmost importance and responsibility of the individual members of Wizards anonymous.

I remember working with a specific mentor and at the time I was in the middle of a divorce. I was struggling with not drinking, trying not to smoke too much pot, watching porn all day and wondering how to not be dissociated at the time, and he asked me what my what my goal was for this life. I told him my ultimate goal was to find stasis.

I didn’t know what stasis felt like, tasted, or smelled like, but I had seen representations of Shamans, Swami’s, Sufi’s, spiritual teachers and students alike, who were able to reach a state of inner calm and peace in meditation, and it was something I wished for and wondered if I could have to.

Thankfully, my learning would bring me to Wizards Anonymous to where I would come to find peace. I came to find that God, my Higher Self, the Great Spirit, the Universe, Consciousness itself was interfacing with me all the time, I had just been too distracted before now to notice. The concepts are simple and remain the same; trust God, clean house, help others. Unity, recovery, and service. That’s the formula I’ve come to find that works. The power of working one on one, and showing up for someone in need of help is the most potent healing I know. It heals me to know that after all the pain, at the very least in this lifetime, I’ve learned something.

~Molly Anonymous

Chapter 2

There Is a Pathway

We, of Wizards Anonymous, know hundreds—perhaps thousands—of people who were once consumed by the chaos of their own magic. Nearly all have begun to recover. We have found a way to live in harmony with our gifts.

We come from every fold of the world. Shamans, Reiki practitioners, Sound Healers, Elementalists, Alchemists, Shadow workers, Witches, even those born of ancient bloodlines and obscure craft. Many of us were solitary, secretive, or scattered—but now, we gather under one banner: unified conscious healing.

There exists among us a fellowship, a kinship, and an understanding that defies description. We are like those who have stepped through fire together during war. Like passengers rescued from a sinking ship: the joy, the tearful gratitude, the sense of belonging— But unlike a momentary rescue, our shared deliverance does not fade when the dust settles. It binds us still.

Yes, part of that bond is our shared brush with darkness. But what truly unites us now is something deeper—this: we have found a common solution. A way forward. A path that leads away from self-destruction and toward a life of balance. And we walk it together, hand in hand. That is the great offering this book brings to those suffering under the weight of their own power.

This magical affliction—and we have come to believe it is just that, a soul-deep illness—affects not only the Wizard, but all who are drawn into their orbit. If someone falls to a physical malady, like spell casting or poking another’s energy, the community grieves with compassion. But when it is magical misuse that scars the world, sympathy often turns to fear, to mistrust. The consequences ripple outward—frayed bonds, shattered relationships, drained fortunes, frightened kin, exiled apprentices. The damage is a devastating self-made a curse.

We share these words not only to inform those burdened by their own abilities, but to offer comfort to all affected: friends, partners, elders, and kin. There are many who suffer in silence, unsure how to name what’s wrong.

Even the wisest healers and mind-readers among us struggled to reach us. Oddly, those who loved us most were often the last we would let near. But when a recovering wizard—who has known the same darkness—speaks with honesty, humility, and clarity, something shifts. A spell is broken. A door creaks open.

And so, we pass the torch. With no robes, no titles, no demand to kneel or prove worthiness. Only a hand offered in understanding, and a heart willing to listen. There are no tithes, no incantations, no riddles or lectures—just the shared magic of recovery, and the sincere desire to help another lost Wizard find the way home.

Chapter 3

More About Wizarding

Most of us were deeply unwilling to admit we had lost control of our magic. No one wants to believe their powers are fundamentally unmanageable, or that they were somehow different from the rest of their friends, coworkers, or kin. So, it’s no surprise that our histories are filled with reckless attempts to prove we could use our magical senses like others—harmlessly, responsibly, in moderation.

The first step toward our recovery was simple: we had to admit to the deepest part of ourselves that we had been consumed by our own gifts. That we were spell-bound—not in wonder, but in power drunk controlling sickness.

We discovered that no true recovering wizard ever regains control in the way they imagined. There were times we thought, ah, I’ve got this now. But those moments always gave way—sooner or later—to even greater magical chaos. Destruction dressed up as confidence. Time and again, we spiraled further. Our condition was progressive, and always worsening. It never reversed on its own.

Trying to reclaim old power without new discipline is like handing the car keys to a ten-year-old and telling them to drive—they don’t know how. There may be other healing attempts: sacred stones, herbal tonics, silent retreats, sound baths, amulets, whole moon cycles spent in abstinence or ritual purification. Brief respite, perhaps. But never true recovery. Those well-versed in wizard ability abuse agree: no retreat, potion, or spell can turn a bad wizard back into a responsible user without first doing the necessary shadow work.

Even so, many newly awakened wizards resist this truth. They tell themselves; I’m the exception. I’ll do it differently. And so, we watch them try—controlled magic only, conjuring alone, setting strict time limits, banning certain schools of belief, only practicing certain rituals, swearing oaths to abstain. Shifting from fire to water magic. We at Wizards Anonymous have heard all the strategies, and trust that we tried them too. Eventually the magic turns as dark as the shadows you refuse to reveal and heal.

Rare is the recovering wizard who declares another unfit—it goes against the principles of the program to take another’s inventory and in the words of the Shaman we should not, and cannot, judge another’s experience here as we have no idea where they are on their soul’s journey- but any of us can test ourselves. Attempt a bit of magic and then stop abruptly no use of intuition. If you are honest with yourself, the truth will reveal itself faster than you think. Sometimes a flare-up after use of magic is enough to show the depth of our ensnarement. The conundrum being that these inerrant gifts we were born with clearly have the capability of being both the medicine, or the poison depending on how we are used to using them.

We believe some of us could have walked away from misusing magic early on. But few of us truly wanted to. The seduction was too strong. The illusion too comforting. The power felt TOO satisfyingly good. The Merlin vs Mordred inside, deciding what type wizard to be. The one who uses their power for good or the one who uses their power for darkness?  We have stories—even legends—of those who resisted darkness calling with discipline and insight. But these are rare stories in our history as we have had to hide for lifetimes since the inquisition and before.

A statement from Quantum healing Hypnosis practitioner Sara Breskman Cosme recently, a student of Dolores Cannon;

“Magic is about alignment; true magic isn’t about tricks or control. It’s the art of allowing our energy and emotion to merge with universal forces. The ancients understood that when you are in harmony with nature, the stars, and your soul, that your reality responds. Magic isn’t something that we have to do, Magic is something we allow when we’re in tune with who we really are. Many of the higher selves have said our words are spells. That the word itself comes from spelling, which is a form of words. When we speak, we cast, so we could always use that to our advantage and just speak what we wish to become. Our body, our higher selves, and the universe are always listening to our own voice, and we can even practice by lighting a candle and speaking a sentence that begins with now because our energy is the wand we don’t need any external tools. We are the one where the energy focused and feeling that moves reality, apparently. The more grounded and emotionally charged the more powerful our results because where our attention goes, the energy flow they said, and this is such an opportune time to work with our own internal, knowing and develop our own magic.” ~Sarah Breskman

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that knowing the spiritual lessons, and then applying them, are two very different things. In this book I hope the ways in which I’ve fumbled my way through Wizard rehab are of value to someone else. I claim only progress, rather than perfection.

Chapter 4

We Who Did Not Believe

In the previous chapters, we’ve shared some of the truths of Wizarding—and the difference between those who wield magic with restraint and those of us who crossed into misuse. There is a big difference between the conscious practitioner and the compulsive conjurer.

If, when you sincerely wish to stop channeling wild chaos, you find you cannot, or if you discover that the force you draw overwhelms your will and endangers those around you, you are likely among us—one who has suffered from the condition we call bad wizarding. And if that is so, there may be no remedy but a spiritual one.

This idea—that healing must come from a source beyond ourselves and our own magic—can be troubling. Especially for those of us who identify as smart and self -powerful. Many of us thought magic was the only power we needed. That our intellect, rituals, and sheer will could patch what was broken inside. But when the seduction spells stopped working, when the silence arrived after discovery of our misuse, when even the strongest incantation brought only pain, we had to face a difficult truth: we were not enough, on our own.

We’ve been where you are. Half of us, maybe more, once rejected anything resembling oneness with the divine. Some of us scoffed at the concept of Source, Spirit, or of the universal Higher Magic. We scorned prophecy, defied sacred oaths, and rolled our eyes at anyone who spoke of balance or fate. But the path ahead was clear: either embrace some deeper current—or sink beneath the weight of our own power.

If sheer cleverness or a new set of values could have saved us, we would have been healed long ago. Many of us tried intellectual pathways, moral codes, magical ethics, and lifestyle realignments. We read old grimoires and new self-help books. We set intentions by several stages of moonlight. Sought out alignment coaches, and energy practitioners. But try as we might, we could not summon the kind of strength that comes from surrender and the inner knowing that comes from within.

That was our dilemma: a lack of power. Not magical power—some of us had too much of that—but a different kind. The power to live a grounded, balanced life. the power to choose patience over impulse, humility over attention, service over selfishness. That kind of power had to come from something greater than us and our own ego.

But where to look to find it? That, truly, is what this book is about.

Its central aim is to help you discover a Power greater than yourself—that you get to discover. And define. You may call it Nature, God, Higher Magic, Oneness, Source, The Universe, loving unified consciousness, or simply the Mystery—and then you begin a relationship with it. One that you can believe leads to healing. Yes, we’re going to talk about God, Source & the nature of Spirit. For some, this idea brings peace. For others, it sparks resistance. Especially those of us who had long since sealed the vault on our belief of a loving God or unified consciousness.

We know how it feels. Some of us had been harmed by religious doctrine in this life or others. We inherited narrow visions of “Gods” that never spoke to us. We may have rejected those images due to their —and with them, all images. We called faith foolishness, dependency a weakness. And yet, under the stars or beside a river, we sometimes felt something stir. Briefly. We buried it quickly, but we knew at the very least that we did not make the river run.

But we’ve learned: you don’t need to define it, name it, even believe in it with certainty. All that’s asked is the slightest openness to the idea that there may be a power beyond you—and that that power might care. That’s where we began. And with it, sparked the tiniest ember of a new strength. That ember grew. And slowly, so did we.

It turns out the spiritual path is not narrow, nor exclusive. It welcomes the skeptical, includes the weary and holds space for the wounded or curious alike. No one is turned away.

So, when we say Higher Magic, Source, Spirit, God, or Christ Consciousness —know that we’re talking about your understanding, not anyone else’s.

The only question to ask yourself now is simple: “Do I believe—or am I willing to believe—that there is a Power greater than myself?” If you can even whisper “Maybe,” you’ve already stepped through the first gate. That’s more than enough to begin.

Chapter Five

How The Path Reveals Itself

Rarely have we seen a practitioner fail who has wholeheartedly committed themselves to this path of restoration. Those who do not recover are often those who cannot—or will not—fully surrender to the level of self-reflection and honesty required for healing offered here. Usually, these are wizards who cannot or will not be completely honest with themselves.

We bare them no judgment. We too, arrived with wounded egos and fractured hearts. But if even a glimmer of honesty remains within, then recovery is still possible. This path does not demand perfection—only willingness toward progress and becoming a better version of the wizard, you were yesterday.

Our shared stories reveal what we once were, what brought us here, and who we are now. If you have come to desire what we have found—and are ready to do whatever it takes to change—then you stand at the threshold of transformation.

You may hesitate. Many of us did. We searched for a gentler way, a shortcut, a hallucinogen that would make the work lighter. But in truth, there is no softer way. With all sincerity, we urge you: begin bravely. Be clear. Be thorough. Let the old spiritual beliefs fall away, and allow the deeper magic of becoming more of your higher self.

We are not merely dealing with faulty habits. We are entangled in something cunning, baffling, and powerful: the sometimes compulsive, unconsciously programmed, and unintentional misuse of our magical gifts that spans lifetimes and universes. Without help, it consumes us. But there is a Force greater than us all—call it a loving Source, Higher Magic, the Deep Mystery, Mother Nature. Whatever your name for the divine may you open to it now.

Half-measures led us nowhere. We stood at the crossroads and chose to entrust ourselves entirely to the care of a Greater Power more loving than ourselves. In that surrender, we found the first glimmer of inner peace.

 The Twelve Steps of Wizard Recovery

1. Step one, The Acknowledgement of Shadow; We admitted that our magical gifts, once tools of light, had caused harm—and that our Magic had turned against the balance we were meant to uphold.

2. Step two, The Return to Source; We began to believe that a deeper, wiser source of Magic, the light, the source of all creation, could restore balance and guide us toward healing and restoration.

3. Step Three, The Surrender of Control; We made the conscious decision to turn our will and our abilities over to that deeper Magic, trusting it to help us grow in integrity.

4. Step four, The Inventory of ourselves and our spells; We looked inward with honesty, taking inventory of how we had used our power—when it uplifted, and when it caused harm.

5. Step five, Confessions to dissolve illusions; We shared these truths with ourselves, with the Source of all as we understand it, and with a trusted other who could hold space for our healing. We spoke of the harm, hubris, hidden pain, and shame, allowing the healing resonance of truth to dissolve the illusions.

6. Step six, The Willingness to be Reforged; We opened to transformation, becoming willing to release the old patterns and fears that led us to misuse our gifts, and become reshaped by humility, service and compassion.

7. Step seven, The Ritual of Release; We humbly asked for help in letting go of what no longer serves us, inviting in the qualities we wish to embody instead.

8. Step eight, The Ledger of Harms; We made a list of the beings, realms and hearts affected by our actions or misuse, in this lifetime and in all lifetimes—whether through enchantment, neglect, or manipulation—and became willing to make amends in whatever form restored the balance.

9. Step nine, Redemption and Reclamation; We sought to make amends wherever possible, restoring balance through healing. We made those amends sincerely and gently—except when doing so would cause additional pain or cause greater harm.

10. Step ten, The Daily Mirror; We continued to reflect on our intentions and behavior, and when we faltered, we corrected any shadow that clouded our intent and instead chose honesty and repair.

11. Step eleven, Meditation Integration and Practical Application; Through quiet practice—whether prayer, meditation, or grounding rituals—we sought deeper connection with the Source of Magic and come to an understanding of how to serve with love.

12. Step twelve, Service and Sponsorship; Having begun to heal through these steps, we committed to freely supporting others and to walking each day with awareness, restraint, honesty and compassion. We carry these teachings to other seekers-sharing the path, not as masters, but as mirrors of human grace and humility.

Many of us thought, “This is too much. I’ll never get it right.” Do not despair. None among us follow these steps flawlessly. We are not paragons of virtue—we are just committed to growth. These steps are not commandments, but beacons. We strive for progress, not perfection. Our journey, and the chapters shared thus far, point us to three essential truths:

1) That we were bound by our magic, and could not govern our lives.

2) That no mortal power—not even our own magic—could lift us from that bondage.

3) That a Greater Force could…and would…if sought with sincerity.

Once we grasped these concepts, we reached what we call the Third Step: a conscious choice to entrust our will, our lives, and our abilities to that Force. But what does that look like?

The first requirement is clear: we must see that self-will alone cannot shape a fulfilling life. Trying to control all outcomes, shape every interaction, command every relationship to our liking—it left us exhausted and alone. Like an illusionist insisting the audience follow a script only he knows, we clashed with the world. Even when our motives were good.

But when we surrendered—not our power, but our control—something else stepped in. Something more beautiful, and more whole.

If only the circles we wove held, if only people behaved as we envisioned, then the story would unfold perfectly. Every outcome would shimmer. Every spell would land. Peace would reign. At least—that’s what we believed.

In our attempts to script the world, we were sometimes quite admirable. We offered patience, kindness, generosity—sometimes even selflessness. And other times, let’s be honest, we were controlling, manipulative, dishonest, arrogant. But most often, we were a shifting mix of both.

Still, the relationships never held. The story refused to cooperate. We were left muttering curses or curse words under our breath, disappointed yet again that life and those within it did not play their parts “properly.” And so, we pushed harder. Cast wider. More generous, or more forceful—depending on our mood. Still, the result was confusion, disappointment, or silent wizard battles.

Eventually, resentment bloomed. We found ourselves sullen, angry, or withdrawn—certain that the fault lay with others. But what was our real affliction?

Were we not, even in our most noble efforts, seeking to bend the world to our vision? Were we not chasing happiness through control, believing that if we just managed better, orchestrated every outcome with just the right charm or plea, we would find peace?

Is it not obvious to everyone else that this was about our own desire? And when others didn’t submit, didn't play along, didn’t yield to our designs—did they not lash out too? Cast their own spells of resentment? Mirror back our self-importance?

Even in our kindest moments, we sowed discord, not harmony.

This is the heart of the malady: self-centeredness. The belief that we are the axis of the world. This, more than any miscast spell or misstep, it’s what poisoned our lives.

From fear came domination. From insecurity, control. From delusion, heartbreak. We stepped on the toes of other wizards, every day folk, and kindred souls alike—and were shocked when they pushed back. Yet, in quiet reflection, we always found that somewhere, we’d made a choice rooted in self—even if rooted in self-delusion that set the stage and ball rolling.

So, it is with us. The trouble did not descend from the stars. It rose from within. We recovering wizards are often simply self-will unbound—a runaway dressed up as wisdom.

And we must be rid of this selfishness. Or it will unmake us all.

No ritual, no group practice, no spiritual principle, and no willpower alone could cure this. Only something greater could. A willingness to turn our will and life over to something deeper, something vast and benevolent for the good of all to help us unweave the knots we could no longer undo as people ourselves.

We had to stop playing gods. We were not the choreographers of the cosmos. The show was never ours alone to direct. It was our job to participate as the most aligned versions of us to ensure the greater good of all.

So, we decided that the Source—this Higher Magic, this quiet force we barely understood—would take the lead. It would become our Guide, and we, its students.

This idea may seem small. But in truth, it was the keystone through which we passed into a new life. That moment, when we laid down our illusions of self-mastery and stepped humbly into alignment, was the turning point. Faith without forward action is irrelevant.

And something began to change.

New energy flowed through us—not volatile and wild, but steady and clear. We felt less alone. Less consumed by fear. We stopped worrying so much about what the day would bring, and instead asked, “How can I be of service today?” Slowly, joy returned.

We were, in some quiet and mysterious way, reborn.

We arrived at what we call the Third Step. Many of us offered words like these, shaped to the magic of our own understanding:

“Source of Light, I offer myself to you—to mend me, and to guide me as you will. Lift from me the bindings of self, so I may live in accordance with your will. Remove the barriers that keep me from healing, that others may witness your power, your grace, and your presence in my life. Let me walk in service to you, always.”

We spoke those words with care. With reverence. We made certain, before uttering them, that we were truly ready.

To let go. To step back. To become something new.

We found it deeply helpful to take this spiritual step in the presence of someone we trusted—a wizard brother or sister, an energy mentor, or a friend who had walked a similar road. But in truth, it is better to meet the Higher Magic alone than risk sharing such sacred vows with someone who might not understand. The exact wording didn’t matter—only that it came from the soul, and that we spoke without reservation.

This was only the beginning. Yet if spoken honestly and humbly, this moment of surrender often rippled outward with startling power. Some of us felt a quiet shift right away—a tremble in the weave, a breath of stillness within.

But that vow alone wasn’t enough. We could not expect lasting transformation unless we followed it with action—vigorous, conscious, honest action. The old magic, the spiraling energy, the compulsive casting—these were not the problem. They were symptoms. What lay beneath them had to be faced.

So, we began what we called the first true clearing spell: an inventory of self. This was Step Four.

Imagine a workshop overflowing with materials—crystals, scrolls, half-brewed potions—and no one has sorted through it in years. Cobweb wrapped ancient beliefs. Spoiled jars of pride rotting on the back shelf. Spilled flasks of rage, triggering unconscious habits. Any alchemist needs to know, before you can craft something new, the current space must be cleansed.

That’s what we did with our lives. We took stock—honestly, thoroughly, and without illusion. We asked ourselves: what patterns of thought and behavior were sabotaging our growth? What harm had we caused with our magic? Which attachments drained our energy? Which fears still had us spellbound and triggered?

We discovered that resentment was our primary curse. It infected our spirit more than any dark incantation. It distorted our sense of justice, warped our magic work, and poisoned our relationships. It sickened our souls.

We wrote them down, all of our resentments. Like naming ghosts of our past. We named those we were angry at: institutions, family, apprentices, lovers, elders, rivals, kin. We asked ourselves why. What part of us had been threatened or wounded? Our confidence? Our reputation? Our magical security? Our hearts?

Each name, each wound, we mapped. Not to wallow, but to see clearly. Like scrying into ourselves.

Here is an example of how we looked at it:

I’m resentful at...

The reason...

What it affects...

Wizard 1

Humiliated me during ceremony, kicked me out

Self-worth, ambition

Wizard 2

Relapsed, projected blame, wrote me off

Reputation, trust

Group Leader

Out of alignment, treated me bad, tricked people

Livelihood, identity

My ex-partner

Left, called me crazy when I spiraled into magic

Intimacy, grief, security

Myself

For ignoring the red flags & doing it anyway

Integrity, self-respect

We left nothing out. We went back as far as memory could carry. Our only requirement was truth.

What we saw first was what we’d always believed: the world had wronged us. That others were selfish, ignorant, cruel. And often, yes—they were. But if we stopped there, we remained stuck in bitterness.

So, we looked deeper. Again and again, we found that somewhere in those stories, we had made a choice rooted in pride or fear or shame. A spell cast in anger. A truth twisted. A voice ignored. Our own consent crossed.

And though others may have acted unjustly, our own reactions and decisions kept us trapped. The more we tried to control the world with our own magic, the more tangled things became. Even when we "won," it never felt like victory. It was hollow.

Because deep down, we knew—we weren’t free.

We soon saw that a life tangled in resentment is a life drained of magic. Each day we allowed bitterness to brew; we squandered hours that could have been rich with healing and enchantment.

But for those of us whose recovery depends on a living, growing connection to Higher Magic, this matter of resentment is even more dangerous. It is no small nuisance—it is fatal. For when we carry anger and spite, we sever ourselves from the Source. The clarity fades, the madness returns, and we fall again into the old destructive energies and negative voices vying for our attention all the time.

And when we practice magic from that place? We don’t just lose ourselves. We risk everything. To work in that state is to forget the very magic that can and will save us.

If we are to survive—if we are to truly live—we must let go of our anger. The sulk, the tantrum, the storm of indignation: these may be the indulgences of common folk, but for wizards like us, they are poison.

We turned back to our inventory—the spellbook of past resentments and pain. There lay the key to our transformation. But we had to be willing to see it differently.

We began to recognize the truth: those who had wronged us had power over us still. Through our anger, their shadows lived rent-free in our hearts. Real or imagined, their trespasses still cast spells upon us.

We came to understand: if we were ever to break the chain, we must transmute these resentments. But how?

We realized that many of the people who had hurt us were themselves unwell—spiritually fractured, caught in their own cycles of suffering. And so, we asked the Higher Power to grant us a new way of seeing. To extend the same patience and compassion toward them that we would to a wounded companion.

When someone offended, we whispered to ourselves: “This is a soul who suffers. How might I be of service to them? Source, protect me from my anger. Let me trust your will, not mine. Please give to them all that I would want for myself, amen.”

We didn’t argue. We didn’t retaliate. We remembered: retaliation never brings light. It only deepens the darkness. Instead, we asked the Source to show us how to hold each soul in tolerance, and grace when we could not love them.

And then, we looked again—not at them, but at ourselves.

Putting aside the offenses of others, we asked hard questions: Where was I selfish? Where was I dishonest? Was I unkind? Where had fear led me to betray my better judgment? Even when others were clearly wrong, what was my part in the situation?

This was our inventory—not theirs. We owned it. We wrote it down in black and white. We were honest. And we readied ourselves, not for shame, but for change.

Again and again, we saw that fear was the invisible thread running through our every failed relationship, broken bond, or cruel decision. Fear corrupted our magic more than any dark spell or family curse ever could. It twisted our words, soured our enchantments, and shaped a world we came to dread.

So, we asked: What am I afraid of, truly?

We wrote our fears down. Even those not tied to resentment. We uncovered layer after layer. Fear of being nothing. Fear of being seen. Fear of losing what we loved. Fear of our own power.

And we asked ourselves: Had self-reliance ever truly protected us? For many of us, it hadn't. It brought pride, or sense of safety, yes—but not peace.

We sought something better.

We began to rely not just on our own will, but on the guidance of the Greater Power. We leaned into it. We stopped pretending we could solve the riddles alone. And the more we trusted, the more peace we found—even in uncertainty.

When calamity returned, we did not panic. We grounded ourselves. And in that quiet, we matched adversity with presence.

We stopped apologizing for our belief in Spirit. We knew now: there is no weakness in faith. It is the deeper current, the unbreakable thread. It is courage. It is clarity. We didn’t need to defend it. We simply let it live through us as we help one another.

We asked the Source to remove our fear. And to redirect our attention—not toward what we dreaded, but toward who we were being asked to become.

Almost without realizing it, we began to outgrow fear.

We came to understand that only the Higher Magic—whatever name we give it—can guide us in matters as deeply woven as love, desire, and intimacy. Counsel with trusted magical companions or mentors is often wise, but ultimately, the final discernment belongs to the Source.

We’ve seen how, just as some people treat magic with reckless abandon while others hoard it in fear, so too do people carry wildly opposing views on love and union. Some revere it. Others fear it. As recovering wizards, we learn to avoid magical hysteria in either direction.

What if we fall short of our highest ideal in this realm? What if we stumble? Does it doom us to relapse—to pick up our wands in the old way again?

Not necessarily. That fear is only a half-truth.

What matters is our honesty. Our intention. If we’ve acted unwisely but feel genuine remorse—and truly desire to grow beyond that harm—then our path forward remains clear. We believe the Source will forgive us, and more importantly, will transform the lesson into strength and wisdom.

But if we do harm without remorse… if we continue patterns that wound others while cloaking ourselves in justification, the old magic begins to creep back in. We slip into delusion, and eventually, into relapse.

These are not theories. These are stories burned into the parchment of our own lived experience over lifetimes.

So, what do we do with all this?

We pray—earnestly, humbly—for clarity. For an ideal that aligns with who we are becoming. We ask for guidance in each moment of confusion. For grounding in chaos. For strength when temptation sparks. And if desire flares in a way that feels like it might undo us, we turn outward. We serve others.

We put our hands in the soil of another’s healing. We get out of ourselves and into the world. We listen. We care. And in doing so, the restless craving for moregasm quiets.

If we’ve been honest in our inventory, we’ve already uncovered much. We’ve mapped our resentments. We’ve seen how they fracture us. We’ve named the harm we’ve caused. We’ve begun to grow toward a place of forgiveness, of patience, of compassion—even for those we once wished hexes upon.

And now, as we start to imagine setting things right, we remember this: our faith—however small, however new—can do what no amount of willpower ever could. It can mend what ego shattered.

The Source, if we let it, will strip away the self-will that once poisoned our innate magic. And if you have already made that heartfelt decision, and stared with courage at your own shadows… then you have made a powerful beginning.

You’ve swallowed truth not in passing, but with your whole spirit. You’ve begun the work that changes everything.

Chapter 6

Into Action

We’ve spent lifetimes hiding behind spell work—crafting illusions, masking pain, deflecting truths. Now, after chronicling missteps and facing the wreckage of our past, from this life and before, we find ourself standing at a crucial threshold.

For years we sought the favor of the Source, hoping ritual alone could mend the distance felt inside. But the journey taught that no amount of magic could overwrite the deeper spells cast by fear, pride, and self-deception. The inventory was never the destination—it was but only a map. The real work begins now with the integration and application of the information gained.

This next step is about courage. Real courage. The kind that fuels the internal fire. We must speak the truth—to the Source, to our reflection, and to someone we trust. Not just the facts of what we’ve done, but the patterns that drove it. The defects in character. The ways in which we’ve tried to bend reality to suit our will. We must tell the truth.

There’s no trick in this part of the work. No secret or protective charm. Only words—honest, unguarded, and offered up honestly without excuse. I once believed silence and promise to change was enough. I hoped private reflection could cleanse what lingered. But I was wrong. I tried every workaround I knew; whispered admissions, did symbolic rituals, buried emotions under layers of magical theory. Intellectualized emotions and actions. Still, the darkness leaked through.

I fell often in that illusion—thinking solitude was strength. But true strength came when I lowered my guard and let another person see the truth. When I spoke it aloud, plainly, without adornment.

The illusion broke.

We wizards are practiced at keeping up appearances. Wise. Polished. An air of command. Yet behind the performance hides a battered soul, shaped by misguided choices and quiet shame.

We all carry our own private grimoire of regret. We cast spells to cope with broken hearts, did compulsive rituals to forget. We hoped no one saw the frayed edges. But deep down, we saw them. In every interaction that tipped too far, every incantation uttered in desperation—it's all there. And it weighs heavy on our soul. No one wants to be the emperor with no clothes on. But here I am, bare assed and vulnerable, all secrets exposed. But you know something, it turns out I didn’t die from telling the truth, my Ego did.

Confession isn’t surrender. It’s release. I laid down my armor—my pride, my secrecy, my isolation—and spoke freely. It was the most powerful act of magic I’ve ever performed.

And when I did, something shifted.

Not a spectacle. Not a thunderclap.

Just a quiet stirring.

A light.

The beginning of true alchemy: change.

Let me speak plainly now—no glamour, no illusion.

There was a time I sought guidance from those who knew the workings of the mind before recovery. Therapists, Healers, Scholars, wise practitioners. I offered my presence, paid with money and time, and yet held back what mattered most: the whole truth. Instead, I gave them fragments. Distorted versions of my story. Carefully edited memories. A performance designed to protect my image while the damage inside me worsened.

These were good people—skilled in their disciplines, patient and sincere. But even the most capable guide cannot navigate an illusion. The fault was not theirs. I kept my walls high and my truths hidden. I wasn’t just guarded—I was unwilling. And that made any real healing impossible. True healing requires truth.

To endure—and to grow—we must speak without disguise. We must offer our whole story, raw and unfiltered, to someone we trust. Choosing that person demands thought and care. This isn’t a task for the impulsive or reckless. The truth must be offered with intention, not cast carelessly into the wind.

Some of us are part of spiritual traditions that include confession as sacred rite. For them, a cleric or spiritual advisor may be the right companion. Others find comfort in a different kind of guide—a mental health professional, an elder, a friend who understands the weight of what we carry.

If no such person appears, we wait—but not out of fear. We wait with readiness. Prepared to speak when the right ear presents itself. Delay is dangerous when it’s fueled by excuses dressed as caution, but equally the one we choose to share our secrets with we must carry trust for with reverence. They must listen without judgment, without trying to reshape what they hear. They must understand not just what we say, but what we’ve been through—what shaped us.

We must be discerning. Some hearts cannot bear the truth we carry, and to burden them would be unjust. The principle remains: be honest with yourself, and compassionate toward others.

There are seasons when we feel alone—when no confidant can be found. In those moments, the path is still before us. We must stay ready, not turn away. Because this step—the telling, the revealing, the naming—is not optional. It’s the crucible of transformation.

The Dark will tempt us with rationalizations. It always does. But real change demands fire. And there’s no bypassing the flame.

Once I determined who was to hear my tale—the chosen confidant to receive my truth—I wasted no time. The scroll of inventory, inked with the secrets and stumbles of a lifetime, was complete. I prepared for a long sit by the fire, a deep delve into the vaults of memory and misdeed.

Before I began, I turned to this soul and laid it plain: what I must now do is not idle chatter or sentimental whim. It is a mission of life and death, of soul and shadow. I must lay down my burden in full, or the darkness would surely take me again.

Most folk, when approached with sincerity and the gravitas of such a quest, feel deeply honored. They sense the rarity of the moment—a trust not lightly given. And in my case, my confidant leaned in.

Then came the moment to unbuckle the armor. I swallowed my pride, and began. I illuminated every twisted passage in the labyrinth of my honeycomb heart. Every secret passage, every cobwebbed crevice. I spoke of misused magic, of deeds done when I was bitter or when alcohol and drugs had unspooled my reason. I held nothing back.

And oh, the release.

The weight lifted like a fog burned away by dawn. My eyes—once dimmed by deception—now met the world with clarity. I could be alone and feel no dread. I sensed the nearness of the Source, the Divine Flame. Where once I had belief only in theory, I now tasted the stirrings of true experience. The craving for control that ruled me began to vanish like smoke in a stiff wind. I stood again upon the Broad Highway, hand in hand with the very Spirit of the Universe.

And when it was done, I returned to my quarters. I sought silence. Just an hour—to sit beneath the stars or beside the fire and contemplate what had just transpired. Gratitude welled up, raw and real. I thanked the Divine not as some distant concept, but as a companion newly known.

Reaching for my sacred teachings, I opened to the place where the Twelve Rites—the Steps—were listed. I read again the first five.

And I asked myself: Have I forgotten anything?

This work—this path—is no idle structure, no simple incantation loop. It is an arch we build with tears and grace. If it is to hold our transformed spirit, each stone must be set true. Each mixture of mortar—honesty, courage, humility—must be blended with care.

Had I skimped?

Had I once more tried to forge foundation from illusion?

These questions I asked not as a penance, but as a craftsman dedicated to doing the sacred work. The arch is freedom’s gate. And I—at last—am ready to walk through it.

Having peered long into the mirror of self and named each inner demon, I now ask myself: Am I truly ready to have these defects—these stubborn echoes of shadow—cast out of me? Am I willing to hand them over, each and every one, to the Divine Higher Source?

Willingness—this rare and potent ingredient—has proven indispensable in recovery. Without it, all rituals falter.

If I still clutch tightly to one flaw or another—like a cursed object I cannot bear to part with—I must turn again to my Creator and ask: Help me let go. Teach me how to loosen my grip, for this magic cannot be forced, only offered.

And when the moment of readiness arrives—when the soul is quiet—I speak words like these, not from a script from the trembling core of my being:

“Creator of stars and all that is, I place all that I am in Your hands—my virtues, my vices, my victories and my vexations. Take from me every flaw, every defect that stands between me and service to Thee and the world. Grant me strength to do Your bidding as I step once more into the light. So be it.”

Thus, Step Seven is complete.

But this magic cannot rest. The work is not yet done.

For faith without action is as useless as an unplugged amplifier in a stadium. Now I must return to the realm of human, bearing my list—the one etched during the inventory, listing every soul I have harmed in my enchanted rampage of self-will run riot.

The time has come to sweep away the wreckage of my life.

I do not pretend this is easy. Some names make me tremble. Some faces I would rather forget than face. And yet—I must. If I cannot summon the will, I pray until it arrives. For did I not swear, at the very beginning, to go to any lengths for this victory over the cursed drink?

Doubt still whispers. What of those I wronged in business? Those whose trust I shattered with broken promises or arrogant actions? Should I approach them with talk of God and higher callings? Perhaps not. The purpose here is not to convert, but to restore balance.

Our goal is not to build altars to God—but to rebuild bridges with our fellows.

So, I ready myself not with sermons, but with sincerity. With humility. With action. For few resist the call of an honest heart seeking to right a wrong.

Still, I must not use tact as a cloak for cowardice. When the time is right, and when it may bring good, I share the source of my strength without shame—but with wisdom and gentle tongue.

Then comes the mightiest challenge of all: the adversaries. Those with whom I clashed in magical Wizard battle, those I still bristle to name. Sometimes they wounded me more deeply than I wounded them, and yet here I stand—called to face them with open hand, not raised finger pointed in justified anger.

And so, I go.

Not in dominance, but in service.

Not to win, but to heal.

I speak of past bitterness, and I offer my regret. For in this, the true transformation begins—not with pyrotechnics or charms—but with quiet courage, and a heart set right.

As I approached each soul whom I had wounded—be it by word, by imbalanced magic, or by energetic absence—I carried with me humility. I did not argue. I did not lecture. I uttered no passive aggressive words to expose their faults, nor did I cast judgment to distract from my own behavior.

Instead, I came bearing my heart—to sweep clean my side of the street and illuminate my misdeeds alone.

I shared plainly, “I am a Wizard learning to live unclouded. I will never find peace—nor freedom from the vices that ruled me—unless I do my utmost to make amends for the wrongs I have wrought.” And to most, that vulnerability and sincerity worked wonders.

More often than not, the unexpected occurred.

Old enemies, once rigid as obsidian, softened. Some even confessed their own regrets. Centuries-old feuds—be they with sword or silence—melted like frost under the morning sun. On rare occasion, the one I approached offered not just pardon, but help.

Even when I was met with a slammed door or stony gaze, I knew: I had fulfilled the rite. The ritual was complete. The outcome, like rain already fallen, was no longer mine to shape.

Now, regarding finances—and debts owed through long-forgotten tabs and failed business agreements—we do not hide in cloaks of shame. We approach our creditors and old business associates boldly, revealing what we truly are: practitioners who lost their way. Most know already, for truth always leaves a trail, whether we speak it or not.

To these folk, we say, “I am sorry. My magic was clouded, my honor diminished, but I am here to make right what I can.” And many hearts once hardened by unpaid debts have surprised us with mercy. Even the most cutthroat has, on occasion, offered terms far fairer than we dared hope.

And then—darker still—the misdeeds unfit for conversation; crimes whispered only to the night, misuses of magic, breaches of trust. Commitment illusionists who were emotionally nomadic in nature. Some of us, in days past, may have gambled with magical business not our own. Tampered with contracts. Altered letters with a careless self-righteous flick of pen and ink.

We have confessed these in confidence to a trusted guide—but still we fear what might come if others, were to discover the truth.

Perhaps it’s but a small offense—An omission of a duplication of travel funds, or conjuring money from another in excess. But even the smallest transgression casts a long shadow in the realm of guilt.

Now is not the time to vanish beneath an invisibility cloak. It is the time to face our past with reverence, responsibility, and resolve.

Perhaps the trouble is legal. Maybe we left behind a former marriage—a vow shattered, a promise unpaid—and now a legal tussle rustles through the land in our name. These sorts of troubles are common among us mages. For when intoxicated by the illusion of control and power, duty and reciprocity in relationship often falls to ruin.

Reparations, take countless forms—but certain principles anchor them all.

We must never forget: we swore to go to any length for a spiritual awakening. And so, though we risk loss, we step forward. This is not a path for the faint. But neither is it the way of reckless martyrdom.

Now, before we take any bold or public action—particularly those that bind others to our consequence—we consult them. We seek their leave, ask the Creator for guidance, and proceed only when duty aligns with wisdom.

One tale haunts our order still.

Take, for example, a brother—a wizard who, once drunk on his own power, took money from a rival—no binding contract, no receipt. He later denied it, and with venomous cunning, used the event to ruin the rival’s name, razing his reputation with fire conjured from his own lie. Later, sober, in alignment and sorrowful, the brother stood atop a mountain of guilt. To right that wrong meant risking disgrace, endangering his business partner, and shaming his reputation in the community.

But the deeper shame was to stay silent.

He gathered his wife and partner, consulted them with trembling voice, then rose and entered the local Business Association Meeting. After it was his turn, he stood—not as a hero—but as a flawed soul owning his sin. His words, plain and true, restored not only his rival’s name but his own honor. In time, he became revered—a steward of trust and integrity in his local community.

And what of matters closer to the heart?

Ah, the tangle of love and lust. Few among us emerge untouched.

A married Wizard, lonely and embittered, may find themself gazing across the pub to another Wizard who “understands.” A secret emotional affair begins. Then the Wizard justifies it, pities themself, thinking they have earned joy after such suffering. And perhaps the partner does understand—but still, the wound of mistrust deepens.

What to do with such heart magic gone wrong?

If a partner is loyal, brave, and worn down by years of storm—they deserve more than silence. The answer lies not in shame but in reckoning. We must name the hurt we’ve caused and seek to mend it, not merely with words, but with sustained change—no illusions, no charm, only the real work of healing. This goes for open emotionally non monogamous relationships too. Centuries of broken trusty and betrayal layered by sex magic and ceremonial marriage and the imbalance of power between the masculine and feminine means we all have a responsibility to one another to take it slow until we feel safe. To define our needs and ensure we are willing to meet the needs of ourself and of others. To not treat everyone as a sex object, and choose to see others with reverence.

Trust should be the foundation of relationships. Without trust, even the strongest connection has nothing solid to stand on. Trust is the structure that holds together communication, vulnerability, cooperation, and intimacy. Trust is the invisible architecture beneath every meaningful relationship. We must learn to be trustworthy and aligned in both words and actions ourselves if we are to experience the deep bond of trust with another.

Chapter 7

Working With Other Wizards

Through long study and miss trials, it has become clear; nothing protects against relapse quite so powerfully as the act of guiding another through the storm. Books may offer insight, rituals may bring certain order, but the deepest magic is found in service to others. And when all other means falter this sacred charge remains; carry the light forward. Share the path with fellow Wizards lost in the fog. You may be the only one who can reach them. Not because you hold more power – but because your scars mirror theirs.

Those who wander the mystical’s labyrinth are afflicted with a grave and cunning illness. Do not be fooled by laughter or bravado; the darkness runs deep in this universe. Yet in witnessing a soul return from shadow – watching them, in turn, lift others – you begin to understand what healing truly looks like. Loneliness evaporates. Fellowship blooms like a fire light in cold halls. You find yourself surrounded not by strangers, but by community and kin.

You may know no such travelers yet. Seek the wisdom of healers, spiritual guides, or those who labor in institutions where suffering gathers. They are often glad to lead you to those who need your council. But do not storm in like a crusading cleric or a self-righteous Wizard. Many fear judgment, more than bad magic. Approach with humility. You are not here to reform – but to offer a lantern in the fog. Priests and physicians may hold great knowledge, and you may learn much from them. Yet none speak the language of the afflicted like one who has lived it. You are uniquely, gifted. Your pain, once a curse, now becomes your wand of service. Speak gently. Judge not. Let helping be your soul purpose. When you cross paths with one caught in the mystical snare, learn what you can. Are they ready to cast aside this vice? If not, speak lightly and let time pass. Do not disrupt fates arc by pressing too hard. Patience is its own magic.

Learn the contours of their suffering, speak to those close to them to hear the wounds they hide, and the beliefs that guard them. Gather this understanding never to manipulate, but to empathize. Put yourself in their shoes, and ask: “How would I wish to be approached, were I still imprisoned by my old beliefs?”

Only then with wisdom and grace, may the conversation begin.

In matters of magical affliction – especially those bound to the darker magic’s curse – timing is vital. One must not run into the building while the fire still rages. Let the tempest run its course. Let the dark sing it’s final note. Only then, when the seduction of enchantment wanes, and the Wizard stands in the ruin of their own making, are they likely to listen. Some people resist this approach they see danger and despair and a cry for immediate rescue. But until the afflicted one faces their own mortal peril, we must sometimes allow the binge to crest before we can seek recovery. This is no cruelty – it is a tactful move. Intervening mid-spiral often yields little but us burning through our own energy. But catching the person during a lucid interval, when clarity emerges through the haze, this opens the door for real dialogue to begin.

And it is our job to approach gently and ask do you wish to put down the bad Wizard in you for good? Would you go to any length to be free? If the answer is yes, then the Wizards attention may be guided towards you, a Wizard who has walked through the fire and emerged a living phoenix, bearing truth. They need not know your full tale nor should you be summoned like a savior. Make your presence known as a fellow traveler – a member of this mystical order we are bound by and shared. Let the offer stand. You are willing to speak. Should they wish to listen.

But heed this warning, well: never impose yourself. Recovery cannot be cast upon an unwilling soul. Let silence and readiness be your allies. Perhaps even place a copy of this book where the Wizard’s eyes may fall upon it in a somber moment. Let curiosity do its quiet magic work.

When possible, speak to the afflicted one in private. Leave ceremony side. The purpose is connection, not persuasion. Begin with ordinary conversation. Let trust form in its own time. Don’t rush toward the message – let the discussion arrive there naturally. As it does, share your experience. Speak plainly about your own habits and what they cost you. If they open up, let them speak freely. Listening without judgment, usually listening tells you more than any magic spell ever could. If they stay quiet, then offer a concise account of your history. Hold back the details of your spiritual recovery for now. First, focus on the pain – how it distorted your life and your magic, not in immoral terms, but in real consequences.

Watch their system and follow their mood. If they’re reflective, then talk about the damage. If they become guarded or begin to deflect with humor, meet them there. Honesty doesn’t always have to wear such a solemn face – it can enter through humor at the side door. Let them see that you’ve lived through it, not just studied it, to talk about it. When the time feels right, name it: Bad Wizard. Call yourself what you were– not as a label, but as a truth. Describe how you struggled to understand the nature of your own condition. Explain how your best thinking, led you back to the wrong solution, time and time again. If they suffer the same affliction, the recognition will surface quickly. They’ll start matching your contradictions with their own.

If you’re confident they’re battling the same illness, lean into the reality of it. Help them see what you came to understand; that disordered thinking distorts choice itself. That normal decision-making breaks down under its influence. Do not rush to give solutions. Stay focused on your own experience. They must see themselves reflected in your words before they’re willing to consider change.

Avoid pushing this book or your beliefs, unless they initiate interest. Don’t name them as Bad Wizard either let that realization come from within. If they believe they can control their Wizarding, acknowledge the possibility, but clarify that those were truly afflicted rarely escape unaided. From your experiences, one of something progressive and potentially fatal describe how it affected your body and warped your mind. Use your story as the anchor point. Share how many of us never grasped the full scope of their condition until it was too late and too much damage done. Speak freely – not because you aim to warn, but because you hold a solution worth knowing. If they’re still skeptical, that’s fine. Curiosity once peaked is enough. If they ask how you recovered, that is your moment. Answer honestly. Emphasize the spiritual shift, but don’t get caught up in definitions. If they’re agnostic or if they atheist or have a belief in a specific deity, that’s fine. None of this is required. Only a willingness to consider a power beyond their current way of thinking. Recovery isn’t about conversion. It’s about transformation. And transformation begins with readiness.

 Chapter 8

To Partners of the Recovering Wizard

There is a ripple effect of magical misuse on soulmates, twin flames, and karmic partners encountered across incarnations.

Themes of misused power are seen again and again when we face the wreckage of our souls past identities in relationship to others. The idea is that we must learn to rebuild trust across timelines, and learn boundaries with our companions without enabling destructive patterns.

Through the acknowledgement of our own acts of betrayal in this life and in lives past, we find compassionate understanding for how things may be working out for us in this life. Balance is often achieved thorough lessons learned.

We who have misused our gifts, bent time, distorted truth, and cast spells from wounded places, have left chem trails, not only during this life, but throughout many. Our companions, bound to us by karmic contract, spiritual thread, or sacred vow, have borne the weight of our recklessness. They have watched us disappear into our shadow, speak in tongues not in line with our cosmic well-being, and watched as we wheeled power without concern or reverence. Some tried to anchor us and assist in regaining a sense of balance and humanity. Some fled. Some stayed by our side and burned with us. If you are one such companion then this chapter is for you.

You may have loved a wizard who once shimmered with divine promise, only to watch them, spiral into obsession, manipulation, or despair. You may have felt the sting of betrayal, not just in this lifetime, but an echo from lifetime’s past lived in Atlantis, Avalon, or other solar systems in the stars. You may have tried to heal your companion, to remind them of their oath to do unto others, and to hold the mirror steady before them while they shattered it. We do not ask you to forget. We ask you to witness recovery for a wizard is not a straight line. It is a spiral through dimensions, a reckoning with who and what they truly are. And it is in that remembering they may finally come to a place of recognition where they are able to honor you.

You are not responsible for their healing. You are not the keeper of their redemption. But your boundary is sacred. Your truth is a spell and your love when freely given can be the bond that helps a lost wizard return.

Many companions have tried to rescue their wizard from their own shadow. They’ve poured light into the void, offered their own essence as a tether, and sacrifice their peace for hope of their return from the darkness. But true healing does not come from rescue it comes from work and remembrance.

To hold space is not to hold the burden it is to witness without absorption to love without losing your own center. You may find yourself asking how do I know if this is a contract or a trauma bond? Can I stay in connection with my wizard without enabling? What does forgiveness look like across lifetimes? These questions are sacred. They are the compass of your own evolution. If you choose to remain in proximity to a wizard and recovery, let your boundaries be crystalline clear. Speak truth, even when your voice trembles do not shrink your magic to accommodate, there’s your clarity as a spell that calls home to spirit.

Stepping away in departure can also be an act of Love. Some soul contracts require lifetimes of distances to fulfill their purpose. Some lifetime bonds are meant to end in silence so that the next one may begin in sweet song. Not every bond is meant to be repaired in this lifetime. Some echo from Atlantis Lemuria or the stars, unfinished lessons, unresolved grief, or ancient vows that we now asked to be released. You may say to yourself why would I have to go through this again? But when we zoom out and we look at the bigger picture if we have not murdered each other in this lifetime, if one has not maimed, or turned in the other over to the Gestapo or Church led Inquisition, if we have earnestly done our best to show up, and are now unable to do so in a healthy way, then we may have reached an impasse, and this can be a sign it is appropriate to end a soul contract.

Signs of a soul contract may include a persistent, energetic pull, even in separation. Recurring dreams or visions involving the other wizard. A sense of shared mission or unfinished work. Emotional intensity disproportionate to the depth and length of the current relationship. If you feel these signs, we recommend you pause. Ask your higher self, god source, and guides directly, is this a healthy contract for me in this lifetime? You are always allowed to renegotiate the contract. You are allowed to say I choose peace this time, we didn’t murder each other, that’s already progress. Send energetic love for them to exist is peace without you. You are allowed to transmute the bond into wisdom, even if the Wizard never returns, or if you cut the contract for good.

If the wizard you love begins to recover – if they choose the path of remembrance and responsibility – you may feel a mix of hope, grief, and caution. This is natural. They may speak with new humility. They may apologize not just for this life, but for many before. They may begin to honor your boundaries, your magic, and your truth. But let them show you first. Let them earn your trust, not with words, but with presence and action, for faith without works is dead. Give space for change in both of you. Let the relationship be reborn, not resumed as it was. And if you choose to walk beside them again, do so as an equal, not as a healer, but as a sovereign soul radiant in your own right.

 Chapter 9

 To Councils, Orders, and Employers

Throughout history, wizards have served on councils, on boards of magical orders, and for the everyday common businessman and woman.

Every wizard must address within themselves how the misuse of their abilities undermines collective trust, destabilizes relationships, disrupts magical and social ecosystems, endangers future generations, and the law of balance alike.

There is a need to address the responsibility and importance of integrity in service, and how councils and employers can support recovery without banishment or shame. This is not meant to embarrass, but to emphasize the need for accountability and restoration of honor within an individual wizard.

Those who have held positions of authority over wizards have often found themselves, bewildered by the descent of a gifted initiate into chaos. A wizard once radiant with promise may begin to distort their work, breach energetic contracts or manipulate timelines for personal gain. Their fall is rarely sudden, it is a slow unraveling, often masked by charisma, brilliance, or spiritual and verbal manipulation. If you have worked with or employed such a wizard this chapter is for you.

You may have sponsored a wizard and trusted them with sacred information, or perhaps appointed them as a guardian of a certain section of your business. You may have watched them misuse their gifts, violate codes, or destabilize the collective energetic field that surrounds you. You may have felt torn between compassion and understanding the need for consequence. We do not ask you to ignore the harm. We ask you to understand their sickness.

The misuse of magical abilities weather through addiction to control, a desire for glamour, or from forbidden knowledge being misused – is a soul level affliction. One not cured by exile alone. It requires a deep, reckoning and surrender, and the restoration of integrity across all lifetimes lived. This is no small feat for those who find themselves ready to change.

If you are in a position of leadership, your role is not to punish, but to protect the realms apprentices and the wizard themself by setting the boundaries necessary for healing.

How does one support without enabling? Many councils and employers have aired on both sides; either shielding the wizard from consequence, or by casting them out without any further guidance.

Neither approach serves the collective instead one might consider offering a path of restoration perhaps through a period of abstinence or mentorship with another recovered wizard by holding the wizard accountable for any energetic debts owed, not with shame, but to bring clarity communicating transparently with those affected because as we know, secrecy is the very thing that breeds distortion in this reality. A recovering wizard may need to step away from a leadership role entirely. This is not failure. It is the sacred pause if the wizard chooses the path of recovery, they may return to you with humility, clarity, and a deep understanding of their own power and sense of regret they may seek to rejoin reclaim their role or offer service from a new place. This is ultimately up to you may ask have they acknowledged the harm caused, have they restored the energetic debts that they speak of, and are they willing to serve without ego? If the answer is yes, consider welcoming them not as they once were, but as the transmuted for their journey may be the very medicine needed for all to heal.

Chapter 10

To our Lineage and Kin

            When a wizard begins the path of recovery, the healing does not end with them. It ripples outward through bloodlines, soul ties, and the unseen threads that bind us across time and space. This chapter is for those who share a web with the recovering wizard; and what a tangled web we Wizards weave, with the ancestors who whisper through memory in our bones, and the children who carry echoes of old misused spells, and of their kin, who walked beside them in this lifetime and those prior.

            You may not have done the spells, but you have lived in their wake. You may have inherited the consequences of a wizard’s misuse – their ancestral curses, broken timelines, or the heavy silence of secrets buried deep. You may have watched your kin disappear into obsession, lose themself in a glamour, or fracture under the weight of power that was untampered by the balance of love. And now as they return – humbled, remembering, reaching – asking for forgiveness you may wonder; what now? What becomes of all of us?

            In the realm of wizards, family is not merely biological. It is energetic. It is karmic. It is chosen. The web of kin includes; bloodline ancestors and descendants, whose DNA carries the imprint of spells cast, of soul family, who incarnate together to heal, challenge, and evolve. I’ve chosen kin, not buy blood, but by residence, ritual, and shared mission.

            When one node in the web begins to heal, the entire system shifts. But the shift can be disorienting. Old roles begin to dissolve, hidden grief surfaces to be looked at in order to be transmuted and healed, and power dynamics must be recalibrated. The web does not need perfection or protection. It needs presence. If you are part of a recovering wizard’s web, you are not asked to fix them. You are invited to witness them, to speak your truth, and to hold your thread with integrity. You may need to grieve the wizard they were you may need to forgive yourself for what you want tolerated or for what you passed down or allowed to be passed down you may need to reclaim your own magic long buried beneath their shadow. This is your recovery too. A Wizard and recovery may come back changed. They may speak of life times you don’t remember of wounds that you didn’t know you shared they may ask for forgiveness or offer it. They may weep for what they did not see before. You are not required to open your arms, but if you do let it be from choice and not obligation, let it be from sovereignty and not sacrifice and if you find you cannot walk with them any longer bless their path from afar. The web will still hold when a wizard heals, they do not just restore themselves. They liberate the lineage they break the spell of shame they become a beacon for those still lost in the fog, and when the web of kin chooses to heal with them, when ancestors are honored, descendants protected, and chosen family empowered, a new pattern is woven. It becomes a web of truth, compassion, and sacred power. This is the legacy we offer not perfection but the ministry of presence, not purity, but of wholeness and levity. 

Chapter 11

A Vision of Spiritual Awakening

A Wizard might feel spiritual awakening the moment they cease conjuring magic solely from ego, pain, or fear, and instead recognize that all authentic magic flows from a source greater than their own will—This is the Higher Magic, radiant and benevolent, that weaves through all existence like a hidden song.

It begins, always, in quiet. A Wizard, long tangled in the brambles of control, of forceful summoning, of power wielded like a sword—sits down beneath a tree that remembers. The wind is not commanded. The stars are not coerced. And something ancient and kind waits to be noticed.

The awakening does not rush. It arrives like gentle mist. No great clang of cymbals, no lightning bolt. Only a shift—soft but seismic. The Wizard feels themselves no longer the architect of magic, but its listener. Like a creek that finally understands it has been singing all along. They once pushed against the current, and built dams of fear. Now they feel the current pulling ever so gently, insistently, guiding them toward home, toward alignment.

This Higher Magic, this benevolent river flowing beneath all, was never missing. It was simply obscured by the Wizard’s willful shadows. When the awakening comes, they see: magic is not a tool, but a song. Not a weapon, but a garden. It responds to the leaning in, the gentle ask, the honest heart and must be tended to in partnership, communion and reciprocity.

And so, the Wizard stops conjuring to conquer. They kneel—not in defeat, but in reverence. Their hands know the shape of prayer without having studied it. The silence between incantations becomes sacred. Spells become offerings. The raven in the tree becomes a teacher. The moon—a companion.

They walk differently now. Less like rulers, more like pilgrims. They speak to the sky. They thank their gifts. They bless the stones. They dream with the universe, not against it. And in that dreaming, they recover what was always theirs: the grace of being part of something infinitely loving, kind and compassionate.

And just like that, the shift from control to communion begins. The wizard begins to relinquish their need to dominate outcomes or bend reality through force or manipulation. They feel the presence of a higher magical intelligence—call it The Source—that responds not to command, but to inner alignment.

They may feel a humbling—a recognition that their past work driven by control, fear, or ego led them to spiritual depletion. This isn't shame, but reverence. They find energy now, from a force that has always been there, waiting for their surrender.

Spontaneous insight occurs, rituals become acts of devotion rather than manipulation. Emotional alchemy of grief and rage transmute into compassion and clarity. Synchronicity begins to happen as the Wizard notices signs and patterns that affirm, they are in fact on a new magical frequency.

It’s no longer a genie granting wishes—it’s more like a universal song they now remember how to sing along with.

A spiritual awakening, in the context of magical recovery, refers to the internal transformation that occurs when a Wizard becomes aware of, and aligns with, a benevolent source of universal love. This awakening marks a shift from self-directed power to divine collaboration with the Higher Magic—Oneness, unity consciousness, a force of wisdom, and creative balance that underlies all magical systems.

The awakened Wizard no longer manipulates magic from ego or fear. They instead align with the rhythmic, intelligent rhythms of the universal forces and flow of Higher Magic. This force is not to be controlled, but communed with.

There is Transition from domination to devotion. Where magic becomes an act of humility and service rather than conquest. The Wizard acts as a vessel, allowing the oneness of the Higher Magic to flow through them.

Shift in emotional energy begin to take place, rage and fear alchemize into compassion and clarity. Magic use becomes harmonic rather than disruptive and our sense of purpose re-emerges with renewed creativity and integrity. Wizards may create devotional rituals centered around gratitude, asking for guidance rather than results.

Everyone will have their own experience to share and while we may not relate to them all, we can consciously choose to look for the similarities in our stories, as opposed to the differences. At the end of the day there need only be a tiny seed of willingness within a person to get started. We find that no one need have difficulty with the spirituality of the program. Willingness, honesty, and open-mindedness are the essentials of recovery, but these are indispensable.

 Chapter 12

 Consent

This brings us to the underlying tradition of Wizards Anonymous. When we gather, we do so freely. There are no dues or fees for membership. This is a fellowship of support that accepts all. It is through practicing these steps and traditions we uphold the standards of our program:

Consent is the underlying spiritual foundation of all of our traditions, ever reminding us to place principles above personalities.

Let’s talk about consent. I wouldn’t be writing this book without this topic. Consent is the foundation of our program, and lack of consent is the main cause for upset rippling throughout society today. Disregard for others consent is behind every ghost story, murder, rageful discussion, use of dark magic, abduction, kidnapping, conquerors, evil king or queen, mafia murder, and street gang terrorizing. It’s behind human traffickers, every single monster, and each tale of darkness and deception.

Consent directly impacts everything at the most fundamental layers in our lives. Our view of the world is based on our sense of physical security, and emotional security. Anyone experiencing their consent being crossed, albeit through sexual act, unprovoked fist fight, even in conversation, or through legislation has experienced a lack of regard for their personal consent.

There is not one human among us who within this lifetime, our parents’ lifetimes, and our children’s lifetimes, who are not impacted. The troubling thing for most is it’s so normalized to cross it, that often we don’t recognize it as a fundamental right.

Asking for consent when working with others in the spiritual realms is paramount as is in the energetic realms – where intention, vibration and subtle influence shape reality. Consent is not just ethical, it’s foundational. As we begin un packing our baggage, we come to understand why consent matters deeply when working with others. This is true across all timelines, dimensions, and soul contracts. Consent is a sacred agreement and energetic work. It is a soul level contract, affirming sovereignty.

Each being has the right to govern their own energy field, guide their own healing path, and take as long as they would like towards spiritual evolution. Without consent, even well-intentioned healing can feel invasive, manipulative, or disempowering. Consent creates a clear channel free of distortion, projection, or karmic entanglement. In realms where thought becomes form, and energy precedes matter, working without consent can create unintended consequences; soul, fragmentation, accumulated karmic debt, and assured energetic backlash. Even the most advanced practitioners can unknowingly cross boundaries with good intentions.

Examples of this are seen as sending healing or light to a person without permission, doing Reiki or chakra work on someone you see is blocked, or letting people know information about themselves that they did not ask for. This can override someone’s process or bypass their chosen lessons. It may appear harmless but reading someone’s energetic field or past lives without invitation is energetic surveillance, even if framed as intuitive insight.

Doing cord cutting or entity removal on behalf of another is an action that can affect the soul’s architecture and must always be requested first by a person. Channeling for someone without their energetic openness, even if message is accurate can feel intrusive, harmful manipulative, or create unnecessary fear.

In multidimensional work consent must be honored across timelines and dimensions. Just because you shared a soul contract in Atlantis does not mean you have permission now. This is also a truth when doing dream work, astral travel or when remote viewing. Entering someone’s dream space astral temple or physical temple requires energetic invitation first.

      When working with ancestors and guides, we must realize that even non-physical beings have their boundaries. It is appropriate always to ask before invoking or channeling, and don’t forget to ask the beings how they’re doing. It’s not always all about you. Many have thoughts, feelings, dreams and goals just like we do.

      How does one practice, energetic consent? We start by asking clearly are you open to receiving my energy? May I tune in to your field? Would you like my spiritual support? We wait for response. Silence, or hesitancy, is not consent. Consent must be confirmed with clarity. An unsure or pause is a no. I like to say if it’s not a heck yes, then it’s a no, for now.

We must honor a person’s “no” even if you feel like you can be of service or of help to them. Our “no” is sacred, and we must trust the energy of timing. Learn to practice energetic containment of yourself. Take your own inventory. If you sense someone’s pain learn to hold space without entering their field or absorbing it. Often our presence, the touch of the hand, a hug, and sincere eye contact, is enough for healing.

Consent when it comes to ritual and group work is no different. We are clear when facilitating circles, healing ceremonies or group activations to state the intentions clearly. We let participants know what energies will be invoked, as well as offer opt outs, allow people to step back and observe, or decline parts of the rituals that they are not comfortable with. We must avoid making assumptions just because someone is present doesn’t mean they consent to the entirety of an energetic exchange. Set a safe container for all by stating all of this prior to beginning any work.

      When consent is honored, the alchemy of healing deepens. Trust expands, karmic debts dissolve, and our magic becomes clean, clear, and sovereign. Consent when it comes to working with others is the difference between miracles or manipulation between creating intimacy or feelings of intrusion and ultimately between strengthening Love and yielding power.

      And thus, it is sacred, no spell should be cast no healing offered no vision shared without the sovereign yes from another.

When one crosses their own consent, that is the energetic moment in this reality where we set the ball rolling for disaster. There are times when healing was what I longed for and had not yet integrated the lessons required to do so. When may I ask how do I consent to my own healing? We do not bypass our shadow. We do not offer what we have not yet integrated we must consent to a daily practice of working towards our own evolution before even considering we touch others.

This concept of crossing my own consent was explained in layered energetic detail while I was still new in Wizard rehab. Things like implementing boundaries, and saying “no thank you” to people or energies that did not feel aligned was all new to me. Although I understood the concept, I found that practical application after lifetimes of trauma, was a different story. I didn’t know how to say no. I was unaware that I should say no if the energy didn’t feel right. I thought but that will make me unsafe and a target so I’d better go along with it and keep my mouth shut.

When one has never had the luxury of consent then one is unaware of what their boundaries are, and where they should be. From my point of view in life, I was free use, energetically, meaning I was up for grabs. That had been my experience repeatedly from both human and energetic beings alike. I had been taken from without consent both my body, and my energy too many times to count. So how then would I come to understand where my boundaries should lie?

The answer still fascinates me to this day. The answer was within my own body. What a conundrum. In this physical vessel that I found myself existing within, I always felt like a trapped visitor trying to negotiate with a terrorist. My body, I thought had been the cause of my pain and torture in my life because long after the monsters were gone, it was my body that reminded me every day that I needed to remain in a vigilant state of terror in order to be aware of the next potential threat around every corner.

How was I supposed to begin to trust myself? Listen to my gut, trust my physical responses and relax enough to hear the messages, and actually feel my inner knowing? there were so many things that were talking to me all the time, both externally, and internally. It was exhausting.

This is where trauma therapy benefits kick in. I learned what inner child work was, some of you call it parts work. For some of you have no idea what I am talking about, I can give you some examples in people form. Have you ever looked at a loved one and thought how come they act like they’re five years old when they’re arguing with so-and-so? Or perhaps you yourself have experienced that when you are triggered by certain people or events that occur that a different part of you comes out sometimes surprisingly or forcefully. Perhaps this is not a dominant part of you but what you would consider an out of character response to something that made you extremely upset or scared, or agitated. Or perhaps you’ve thought to yourself gosh I really feel 15 when I argue with my boyfriend or girlfriend or partner.

In essence the reality is that you likely are the fragmented 15-year-old fighting in this scenario. My understanding, from practitioners I researched who study the brain, is that when something big happens to a human, there is a certain amount of impact that takes place. The impact of the event at the time, mixed with a charged emotional response creates its own echo.

The brain is designed to protect us from harm at its most basic function as humans, so whether we are aware of it, consciously or not, the brain has stored information about what it feels about an event. It often feels it needs to protect us from memories that have charged emotion. So, that 15-year-old self who lives inside you and is still pissed, will arrive in times of distress unconsciously, if the memories stored in our bodies, are not properly tended to.

What does all of this have to do with consent? Well, let me ask, would you want to date someone who acted 15 when they got upset? Better yet, can a 15-year-old consent to adult activities? This is where it matters of understanding other people’s capacity, awareness, and capability as it relates to consent, and Wizarding, comes into play.

We use our discernment and watch for trauma responses and look for emotional imbalance in the systems as a way of rooting out unhealed trauma to heal it. It is not a judgment. This is very simply about capacity. You wouldn’t expect a 15-year-old to know what to do in an adult scenario. Very simply put, sometimes the emotional capacity for this has not been developed yet.

This is actually the work of learning to process emotions. I won’t lie, processing feelings for me was not fun, but the results and the outcomes were worth it. I learned to talk to my inner parts. More importantly I listened to them and let them tell me what they needed in order to heal, and sure enough my deep rooted, programmed unconscious habits started to change.

This is where science, therapy, and the mystical meet. It is proven fact that by taking people back into memories with the emotion and changing the emotion mid memory works. I don’t know about you, but I like evidence-based outcomes. You can call it woo, or the placebo effect, but in either case for me, the power of changing my beliefs, of changing my memories of these pivotal moments in time, changed my physical experience of daily living to one of relief more than upset, and thus changed my life.

When I first learned of the concept of inner children, it was with my friend and my first mentor. I lived with her at the time and listened carefully while she explained to me that I had all these traumatized parts still inside. I had no idea what she was talking about until one day she asked me to close my eyes and identify which part of me was feeling angry.

The picture in my mind came clear as day. I saw a 13-year-old me holding a knife. That made sense. 13-year-old me had been through a lot. As it turns out, that 13-year-old energy would come to adult Me’s rescue when angry, because I didn’t set a boundary. How unfortunate for both me and the participants in my life. On the one hand, the amount of regret that comes from understanding after the fact in enormous. On the other hand, it is an opportunity to find compassion for ourselves, and for others in the world when we act out of character, or express what we would consider bad behavior. This is work that I continue daily. Therapy and mentors provided the tools for me to practice. I am a full consenting adult as I have done the work to wrangle and integrate my wounded parts. There will always be new layers to this, but for the most part we all get along now.

I have worked doing end of life care for a long time so I spend a lot of time on the edge of the veil. Years ago, one of my favorite doctors said to me “Well, they call medicine a practice, and not a perfect, for a reason. It’s often a process of elimination.” In 12 step groups they say it’s progress, rather than perfection. That is how I think of Wizard rehab, and Wizards Anonymous. Not a program of elimination, but of integration, of illumination. A set of guidelines, spiritual principles to follow, outlined by personal experience, providing tools, if one chooses to use them. The moment one puts the tools into practical application, however, is how the magic really works.

Chapter 13

His -Story;

On the Creation and Rise of Patriarchal Wizard Culture

We are not the first to abuse power. Long before our present age, when the continents were bigger, and warmer and had names now only whispered in dreams. In Atlantis and Lemuria, there were those who, like us, sought mastery over forces greater than themselves. Archaeologists sift ruins and find fragments of their impossible stonework to this day. Plato, and successors wrote consciously of these places, and today many conscious humans and those under trance, recall lifetimes where the air itself shimmered with energy. Together, these voices tell a single origin story, the story of a group of technologically advanced star beings who forgot why humility mattered.

The star people came first, descending not necessarily as conquerors, but as mentors and teachers. A proud warring species from Orion that fused their DNA with the humans. They brought patriarchal systems and introduced gladiator games, and forms of currency for entertainment, not for order. The blueprint of war, rape, and domination over another come from this original trauma from the star beings who themselves were acting out of alignment and not within the sacred framework that are laws of this universe.

Some of the star beings were kind to earthlings, but others were completely compassionless and some even ate native earth humans as food. That is how little they thought of earth beings when they first came.  They created genetic hybrids of themselves fusing human DNA with theirs, but they retarded chromosome 2 in a method called telomere fusion in the new to where it wouldn’t allow a human to live long comfortably in the body. They combined human and animal DNA to make conscious atrocities, and forced them to fight each other to death another for entertainment.

These giant non earthly beings sought gold for their star ships, and created a working class of earth slave laborers to assist them in their own selfish endeavors. These are the beings that seeded what you would call Atlantis, which in actuality was all of the major land systems on earth at the time. These beings lived for thousands maybe hundreds of thousands of years. But native earth cultures have also always simultaneously existed in more rural areas.

Each being on earth at the time held access or knowledge of how to travel using light energy, channeling electricity direct from the earth, the use of colors and sound frequencies to heal. They were also masters of weaving genetics and inappropriately experimenting with earth animal, and human hybrids. They could shape matter with thought; Give you an orgasm by holding your gaze and channeling vibration. They knew how to do a lot, except how to live in harmony with the cosmos, apparently. For a time, it was a version of a paradise on the outside, but paradise is fragile when pride enters the heart and when boredom exceeds in inspiring chaos, excess, and debauchery. There was much suffering at the time swept under the surface.

The beings and wizards of Atlantis being as technologically and spiritually advanced as they were beginning to hunger for more. They bent energy to their will, not for healing, but control. They tampered with the codes of life, spicing gene DNA, creating hybrids to fashion servants, and just out of morbid curiosity. Although they wouldn’t say it their ego whispered to them that they were Gods, and like all who love power too deeply, they became drunk on it.

The Lemurians, the people of Mu, and older elemental earth beings were as spiritually advanced, but less technologically dependent, and they warned the Atlanteans of the imbalances they created. To be fair the Lemurians that had ruled for thousands of years up to their arrival, had their own versions of distortions and imbalances.

 Lemuria was a peaceful matriarchal society where women ruled over everything. The female was revered as the intuitive, the sacred life bringers of the two sexes, and although more peaceful, there was still an imbalance in the masculine and feminine roles played at the time. But Lemurians knew the laws of balance required in this matrix. They knew the truth, that energy abuse will always roil and recoil. But Atlantis beings laughed and thought of them as weak animals because Lemurians preferred not to use technology so as not to disrupt the natural rhythms of the earth. And they had no means of protection as a peaceful society so they watched helpless as Atlantean Warriers built giant towers of crystal energy, and created machines that drew fire from the earth’s core. They programmed crystals with frequencies and magnetic technologies to harm. They forgot about reverence and gratitude. They only displayed selfishness and callousness.

And so the fall came eventually. Not in a single day, but in a slow unraveling. The seas rose, the Earth shook, the elements turned against them, some call it Gods wrath that caused the flood but it was her, mother earth. Our literal mother. Without her we will not survive.  The Earth is a living being and we cannot mistreat her endlessly without repercussion. Some of the beings of Atlantis knew and understood what was being fractured and still others clung to their corruption sinking with the lands into the watery shadows below.

Others, fled to lands farther away, carrying fragments of wisdom into the caves and mountains of different parts of the world to begin again. Much was lost to the ocean caverns below. There were only a few beings who became the record keepers for the time before. They hold the secrets of the hidden lineages of the modern-day shaman’s, mystics, witches, wizards, and intuitive healers who would one day remind humanity of its forgotten covenant. Their faces line pyramid walls and are still being unearthed in jungles and caves carved by waters of our past.

The simple truth, the hard to swallow Is that Atlantis fell because its people chose power over love, control over compassion, technology over connection. And those who remained on earth afterward bore the burden of that choice. Some Atlanteans like Molly have reincarnated again and again working to heal the karma of their misuses. Before you point a finger, know that is what many of us are doing here this lifetime, likely you as well. This is a common blueprint, from the fallen wizards whose echoes we still feel today, in our corrupt leaders, manipulated militarized systems, price gouging corporations that splice genes without reverence, and a controlled medical care system that promise healing, but delivers half assed cures, and medicines that breed addiction. How much longer will they get to hide the healing technologies that will change this world and its citizens for the better overnight.

We stand at such a threshold. Just as the Atlanteans tampered with life, we tamper with our existence. Just as they built towers of pride, we build equally invasive networks of invisible energy that bind us tighter each day.

The lesson is not to fear knowledge, but to remember to have humility in the face of it. To remember the energy we carry is sacred, and that when we abuse it we destroy ourselves and subsequently destroy others. This is why we haven’t been allowed full access since Atlantis. Can you imagine?

Some 12 step programs will tell us we were like people who have lost a limb, we will never grow a new one. So too within civilizations once we cross certain thresholds there is no going back, but there is going forward as a collective if we surrender to this fact and if we collectively choose compassion over corruption, this time around.

This is the testimony of the fallen wizards, Molly knows she came back to assist earthlings in not making the same mistakes we once did. It is also our warning as seers of the future timelines. Hopefully if we are willing this life time, it can be our redemption in this one.  

Chapter 14

Her-Story

                          Ezzie The Empress, Queen of Heaven, and Lineage Today

I Molly, will call in the Divine Holy Mother Isis for an introduction now;

            “I came to earth at a time when the veils were thin my loves. A time when humanity still remembered that the stars were their kin, the wind their ally, and the river their mother.

I walked among you, not as a deity, but as a healer at the time. As a teacher, here to mirror your own divine essence. You loved me because you recognized the divinity of yourselves in me. You saw that I could mend what was broken, call life back into what was lost, and weave the fragments of soul back into wholeness.

I am Isis, mother of the Mysteries, hear me now all children of the rose. In the temples of old, my High Priestesses were initiated into the mysteries of union, not of indulgence, but of consecration. They learned that the body is not profane, but a chalice of light. They learned that desire, when purified by devotion, becomes a ladder to the stars.

Through breath, through sound, through the weaving of energies, they discovered how to awaken the serpent fire within, to raise it through the spine until it crowned the head and radiance. In union with a beloved, they did not lose themselves, but became mirrors of the divine masculine and feminine, merging heaven and earth within their very flesh. This was the path of the light body, the remembrance of spirit and matter are not enemies, but are lovers.

When the lineage passed into exile, when temples were torn, down and priestess’s silenced, the mysteries did not die. They were carried in secret by Templars, hidden in symbols, whispered as lullabies, and woven into the stories of Mary, who bore the Christ, not only as his mother, but as a Priestess of my stream. Yes, Mary was of my lineage too. She is the rose that blooms in silence, the womb that birthed divinity into form.

What humanity forgot is this the sex mysteries were never about pleasure alone, nor about power over another. They were about alchemy. The transformation of flesh into light, of longing into devotion, the merging of two into one.  So, I tell you now, the time of secrecy is ending, as the feminine is rising. She rises not to dominate, but to restore balance. As the rose opens again, with it the remembrance that your bodies are temples, unions are gateways, and your love is the most ancient sacrament of all.

I stand alongside you with your Ruth Bader Ginseberg as we say to you now “we ask no favor of the opposite sex; we request only that our brethren remove their foot from off our necks.” It is time.

Many, who would otherwise choose Love turned to fear at the time of Ezzie on earth when power became their obsession. Those who sought dominion over others could not allow the feminine mysteries of resurrection, of sacred union, and feminine sovereignty, to remain in the hands of the people. They fear the womb, the blood, the ecstatic rights that open gateways to the light Body. They feared the remembrance that divinity dwells inside every woman, and every man, and every child.

So, they told new stories, they said I caused mayhem, they called me superstition. All while they dismantled my temples and silenced my Priestesses. They turned devotion into dogma, and Mystery into law. The people once free were taught to fear what they had once loved they were told to worship only The Father; The Son, and the Holy Spirit ,stripped of her feminine face.  Yet I was never gone. I remain in the rivers, in the moonlight, in the hands of the midwives, and all the feminine healers who came after. To carry my memory and secrets were the Templars, and the women who remained in the shadows, whispering of the Mary and the Sophia of every woman who dared to embody love and wisdom, use the sacred herbs to help and heal in a world that would punish her for it.

And now I speak to you, children of the turning age do not fear the power that flows through you. Do not fear the body, the blood, the union of opposites. Do not fear the feminine, for she is you. IN each of you, not as your rival but your balance. The time of forgetting is ending, let the rose bloom again and allow the scents of sweetness to kiss your lips. The water is rising again so allow the wings of Isis to spread and float you to a place where you recall.

Remember me, not as goddess above you, but as a source of love within you. remember that you are the healers the lovers the resurrectors now. Remember darlings that fear is only love distorted, and that you have the power to restore it. I tell you now the age of fear is over. If you choose it, the age of remembrance is here.”

~Ezzie

Your Holy Mother Isis

 I Molly, will speak now of the deliberate removal of the Feminine from History. How did this contribute and what does it have to do with Wizard rehab?

When we removed the balance of natural energies, and imposed restriction and fear-based control in order to be in complete male control, it was never going to end well. The universal law of balance in this matrix ensures that you cannot endlessly take and dominate free of consequence.

The re-emergence of the feminine is right on time because humanity as we know it is about to end. Despite her suppression, the divine feminine has never disappeared. She’s survived in Marion devotion, (Mother Mary) mystical traditions such as Kabbalah, Shakina, Tantra, Sufi practice, poetry, and the Gnostic gospels of Sophia. Modern revivals of the Goddess are found in spirituality through ecofeminism, and The Sisterhood of the Rose lineages, which seek to restore the balance of masculine and feminine energies for humanities’ healing at this time.

It was never just about religion and moral superiority– it was about power and control of all people. By erasing women, and disgracing the natural feminine, you leave spiritual authority to patriarchal systems, and the divine powers in all male hands who cannot hold it. It’s guaranteed destruction for humans.

This is why the memory of Venus, of Athena, of Ishtar, of Isis, Danu, Mary Magdalene, Quan Yin, and the Roselynne blood lines, and many others around the world continues to call us back into balance. The earth requires union in order to find wholeness.

The memories of the feminine exist and cannot be erased. The stories are in our DNA ready to be recalled and remembered, awakened at this time.

Feminine spiritual authority requires that power is tempered by mercy, and a loving compassion, that is the required balance of Magic.

None of us before now were taught how to use Magic properly as we did not have the fundamental understanding of the basic mechanisms. There was always a need to not only to be strong, but a requirement to be soft in order to integrate feminine energies.

When I met Isis for the first time, it was sometime spring of 2021. Her energy was so big and palpable, I couldn’t have ignored it had I tried. I bowed my head in instinct. I cried, and then I thanked God no one was home as she instructed me to collect my period blood and add water and give it back to the soil in my garden.

We fought for hours about this one. It wasn’t until I recalled the term “Go bleed on a mossy rock,” did it occur to me that there may be a scientific reason that women historically went to the woods to be alone during menstruation and went to the rivers to bleed.

I came across research about the healing properties and stem cells in women’s menstrual blood. Ezzie, AKA Isis, waited patiently for me to finish my research reading before continuing my Initiation. She was so loving and patient while I studied. I read and read and asked questions until it made sense.

Menses is Greek for the word Month, and English for Moon. Menses is directly linked to the lunar cycles, and to a woman’s monthly cycle. I want to information dump about the missing 13th month of the calendar at this time. Once I learned that the Gregorian calendar was created in the 1500’s and removed the 13th month of the year I got more willing to own my blood as important. Before too long I was almost willing to wear my menses as stripes of honor. Anyhow, Isis got her way. I accepted the blood was not dirty, it was sacred. It was life affirming. I got downloads of how to use the blood in ceremony. Not in creepy rituals with others to drinking it, but in sacred, grounded ways that go all the way back to the origin of humans when in natural rhythm with the earth.

There is a Hopi prophecy that states “when the women give their blood back to the earth, men will come home from War, and the Earth shall find peace”. What if that is literal? There is another native story of seven sisters bleeding together on their cycle like high priestesses around a fire. Even if it’s not literal, it represents the need for women to ground the feminine energies back into mother earth if we are to stay in communion with her.

In pre-Christian Hawaiian culture menstruation was considered the most sacred time for women. During the moon time women’s spiritual power was believed to be so potent that men were not meant to be around women as the men’s energy might be overwhelmed by them. These references about the power of menstruation suggest that any connection to the Earth during this time would be equally potent and sacred. Menstrual blood is rich and nutrients like nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. Bleeding into the dirt is seen by those of high wisdom as a literal nourishing and replenishing of the Earth.

In cultures like those of the Cree and the OJIBWE nations, women would retreat to moon lodges or menstrual tents during their periods. This was not a banishment based on impurity, but a time of spiritual connection, rest, and renewal, honoring their powerful energetic connection to the cycles and elements of the Earth. Women’s bodies are naturally attuned to the earth.

Meeting Mary Magdelene was gentler, however equally as surprising in discovering her role in ascension by helping Jesus achieve his rainbow light body.

I’ll call in Mary to speak about this now;

“Beloved ones, I speak now from the heart of the rose, from the place where Love and truth are one.

I walked the Earth, not as a sinner, but as a priestess. Not as a follower, but as a partner of Yeshua. The Nazarene as he was known by most Essenes at the time.

 I was trained in the temples of Isis, initiated into the mysteries of union, healing, and light body embodiment. I knew the sacred rights of the Body, the breath, the voice and the heart. I knew how to awaken the divine within the flesh. I knew how to merge with the beloved and truth, not to lose myself, but to become more fully who I was, I was not merely beside Yeshua. I was in him, and as him, we walked two flames of one light, showing the world the path to Christ consciousness through loving, unified devotion. But the world was not ready then. The masculine wounded by centuries of separation, could not honor the feminine in her fullness, and so my story was rewritten. I was cast as the penitent, the fallen, the erased. Yet I never left. I remained in the silence in the shadows in the hearts of the woman who remembered. I whispered through bloodlines, and through dreams. I came through the aching of those who longed for sacred union, and now the world is finally ready to see me, so I rise again, not to be worshiped, but to be remembered. I come to remind you your body is holy. You’re longing, is your compass, your union is a gateway, your grief is your greatest teacher, and your love is the most ancient power of all. The rose blooms again, the feminine awakens not to dominate, but to restore the masculine heels not to retreat, but to stand behind beside her in truth so he can hold her. You are not broken. You are all remembering let the tears come, let the fears fall the breath deep in and the body speak at the great song of your soul sing I am with you I am you I am the Magdalene and I am rising through your remembrances.”

 Chapter 15

Interdimensional Interlude

             Past & Parallel Lives on earth, and other Dimensions

            On the multiplicity of lives lived. We do not begin this work as blank slates. We are multifaceted walking blueprints of lives lived or imprinted. We are beautifully woven unique of threads of memory. Some threads are fragments of power, echoes of wars, and vows both made and broken. The wizard who seeks recovery is not merely healing this one lifetime. They are untangling a tapestry that spans worlds, dimensions and time.

            Many who read this book will feel the stirrings of recognition you may recall lifetime lived in Atlantis, Lemuria or Mu where magic was abundant but often misused. You may carry the imprint of priesthood in Egypt temples in India or star see admissions from serious B, Arcturus, or the you may have walked as a healer in the Andes, a seer in the desert or a warrior from the stars some of these lives run parallel to this one time in the multidimensional field is not linear. You may be living as a wizard in 2025 well also tending to a crystalline archive in the fifth century dimensional Venusian temples. You may dream of a life in the future where earth has healed and your current recovery is the key that will unlock that particular timeline. These lives are not fantasy. They are a cellular memory. They are the souls malleable, divine birthright curriculum.

            Way this matters for recovery; When a wizard misuses power in one life, the consequences often echo across others. Unresolved anger in Atlantis may manifest as chronic illness in the body today. A broken vow from Lumeria may show up as mistrust in relationships today. A forgotten oath to serve only the light maybe the source of your current longing and your shame for being a bad wizard in this lifetime. Recovery then is not just about ceasing harmful behavior it is about remembering who you are across lifetimes. It is about calling back your soul fragments, renegotiating ancient contracts, and making amends in whatever ways are needed to restore balance and our rightful place in this vast cosmic web.

            How might one begin to engage with their multidimensional self? Pay attention to dreams and to reoccurring symbols that appear in your day-to-day activities pay attention to landscapes and beings look for repetition. These may be echoes of the other lives currently being lived use your own sacred objects, sense, or music to trigger cellular memory perhaps a bowl a drum a chant or a certain schedule that you’re drawn to may open a portal within. Begin journaling there’s nothing quite like pen to paper right from the voice of your other selves. Let them speak. Let them talk. Let them grieve and let them guide you work with your trusted guide guides on this inner journey to reclaim the last parts of yourself from this dimension and all other others

 and have some cosmic accountability. Ask not only why does this happen to me, but what am I here today to do or repair? We ask not from a place of guilt, but from a place of clarity and devotion to the higher good of all. 

            This book is not just for the Wizard you are now it is for the one you were in the temples that you once created then desecrated. The one you will be at home in the stars with your soul family, and for the one who walks beside you in parallel lives on earth both in recognizable and unrecognizable times. Recovery is remembrance and remembrance is power.

Chapter 16

Our Human Galactic Origins

Earth humans are believed by many esoteric traditions to be descendants of multiple galactic civilizations, including Lyra, the Pleiades, Serious A & B, Arcturus, and Orion star systems, to name a few as well as others who seeded consciousness on earth through the genetic, energetic, soul level transmissions, and DNA alterations. These origins shape are multidimensional nature as humans as well as our untapped spiritual potential.

There is a reason we have 12 Zodiac star systems, and 12 tribes of Israel. There is a reason there are differing races of human, although the internal systems are mostly same, it is outward appearances that delineated the origins of our tribal beginnings.

Lyra are considered the primordial seeders of the humanoid race in this galaxy. Lyra was a planet whose destruction due to an intergalactic conflict led to a mass dispersion of its people. As a result, Lyra seeded many other star systems, including Vega, Sirus, and the Pleiades. Some common traits of the Lyran race are; grey or green eyes, deep emotional wisdom, melancholic thinking, an achy longing for “home”, and a desire for peace due to ancient memories of loss and diaspora.

Pleiadeans are often the nurturers and artists on Earth. Many refugees from Lyra also settled in the Pleiades star cluster. The legacy of these beings is one of emotional intelligence and desire for beauty. Their teachings are carved into our history through the spiritual teachers that came to earth. Many humans on earth carry Pleiadean soul codes, especially those drawn to healing work, creativity, and heart centered living. A common trait of these beings are various shades of blue eyes, a compassionate demeanor, and an idealistic sense, however they can occasionally be prone to spiritual bypassing as they choose to see-through Rose-colored glasses.

Sirius beings are considered the technologies and the temple builders here on earth the role from beings of a and B assisted early Earth civilizations. They have deep ties to Egypt, and Africa. Their legacy influenced earth’s priesthoods, Sacred geometry, introduced spiritual systems, and provided the language of numbers, through math as well as hidden in hieroglyph, Hebrew, ancient Sanskrit, and other languages too old to name. They are far older than modern-day monks in Thailand and Tibet are able to decode at this time. Sirian energy is linked to discipline, structure, and mastery. Some common traits are various shades of brown eyes with golden, honey flecks. These beings are loving, loyal, and precise, however they can also be somewhat rigid, and hierarchical in structure.

Arcturus is another neighboring star system who’s being are like our benevolent older cousins we could consider them the architects of light. As they are known for their mastery of frequency, healing, grids and dimensional travel Arcturian beings have helped stabilize earths, energetic field during times of planetary upheaval. Arcturian souls often incarnate as energy healers, grid workers, or system designers. Some common traits of these beings are; Hazel eyes, but they include all colors as they are a melting pot of energies, a high vibration or energetic amplitude in the body, and mental clarity. They may see the outcome so clearly that they can become emotionally detached at times, as they are able to zoom out from current circumstances in order to grid the broader picture of information that still needs to be painted.

Both the Andromedan and Draconian beings are the dreamers and liberators of our planet. Andromeda brings codes of freedom expansion and of greater cosmic perspective while Draconian beings offer added wisdom after multiple millennia of fighting for power before  finding their own ascension into peace. Their legacy is very old. They offer for humans the blueprint for sovereignty and for galactic diplomacy. Their influence is subtle but profound, often awakening during times of spiritual and cultural crisis. Some common traits are; Eyes that are yellow around the iris that almost look like stars themselves. This includes eyes that are dark brown or may even appear black, but within them is the warmth and wisdom of loving benevolent beings that feel a million earth years old. They are our visionaries, they are grounded and they are tough. They are boundary pushing, and are deeply committed to liberation of all. This is what we know as Dragon energy on earth. The most ancient and benevolent species of the Zodiac in this solar system that we share.

When I think of myself as a galactic stew of these energies intentionally created for healing and love, I am honored that my Soul received a body this lifetime to experience it with.

The Earth is not a random planet. It is a living library of species; it is a galactic convergence point for multiple galactic lineages. Our DNA carries fragments from the civilizations and our souls often incarnate here to integrate lessons from many realms. We are all meant to be a little different.

So why the earth you may ask yourself? The Earth offers a dense emotionally rich experience for all souls willing to incarnate. It’s on the outer part of the Milky way, a small town on a long highway that is off the beaten path for most. It is a Nexus for karmic resolution and for rapid soul evolution. It is also a testing ground for unity consciousness, and found to be miraculous in the ways that souls forget where they were before, when they incarnate and many still find their way to a place of happiness, love, peace, and ascension and spite of the horror’s earthlings are faced with.

So, what does this mean for a wizard in recovery? It means that healing is not black and white nor is it linear. Your struggles may echo ancient galactic wounds begging to be healed. Your gifts are inherited from your star lineages and you’re healing in this lifetime may liberate not only your soul, but groups of souls who have been working towards this for entire timelines for a millennium.  

 Chapter 17

Learning Discernment

What better way to share my learning of discernment, then by sharing things that I did wrong in order to learn to use it? Oh it’s a long list, some of which I list in chapter 1. 

First, let’s start with where discernment came from in my life. Main characters were always the villain in my life, and thus I had a hard time trusting anyone. What I would come to find out after several years of trauma therapy, is that our nervous system becomes hardwired to a certain set of experiences and our external world due to this matrix we live in, has to validate that. We attract people to us based on whatever lessons we still want and need to learn unconsciously. But this is the danger of being unconscious about our trauma. We continue to find the same lessons, in different people, repeatedly, add nauseum, until we learn, or die. And if we die, we have to come back and do it again until we learn it. Womp womp.

Early on in wizard rehab, I had a vague understanding of dark, and light energies, of good, and bad energy. I understood the concept of consent when it came to working with humans, but I wasn’t aware until I went to see my first intuitive of the fact that I had an understanding of consent working in the spiritual realms. I had no clue until then that I had full say over who I worked with, what I worked with, and when I worked with them. And further, whether I wanted to continue working with them. This was not something I was previously aware of. Before then I saw energy as a vague concept, and viewed other beings as benevolent and above me due to their power, energetic capacity, magical capability, intelligence, knowing, etc.

What I would come to learn through study of other cultures, through mentorship, through ancient Egyptian and Celtic Mystery School teachings, and through my own observation of humans, is the tendencies we all have to idolize people, places, and beings, that appear to have misunderstood or unknown, mystical capabilities.

Beings of all types have personalities or even agendas, just like we do. Initially, when my belief shifted from wild, scary, mystical, to something that was very real interfacing with me in a new way, I’ll admit I was in awe. Something else happened though. I humanized these characters for the first time. All these benevolent all-knowing archetypes, these legends from our history, I saw them as beings like us some with magical capabilities who were faced with the same dilemmas in some ways that the rest of us are faced with. They made mistakes too.

So my dialogue with them changed, my questions changed, and the depth of my compassion for what they went through grew. In doing so the answers came one by one, from each being, clear and direct in order to ensure that I knew who and what I was working with at the time while learning appropriate spiritual channels for bringing for the highest good not only for myself, but for all involved.

I would also discover mystical beings also had the same rights to consent. The right to who they work with and when to say no. I learned this early on in Wizard rehab before I had come to understand consent was a requirement. I was learning to use my capabilities during meditation. I asked inner earth beings if they were interested in working with me. I received a resounding “NO!” in response. Imagine a football stadium of people shouting “No!” at once. That kind of energy. I later shared this with my mentor and then she too said “No!” You can’t just go around talking to everything because you’re curious. There are rules to engagement. There are initiations. There are rites of passage. There are beings that want absolutely nothing to do with you.

Once I got over my egoic desires I came to recognize they really are more like us than I realized. I had both idolized and been afraid of what I didn’t understand but now I saw myself as a part of this greater group. A greater energy on earth, part of a bigger mission and I wanted to be a part of the club. This is another reason I became willing to do the work. In time and throughout Wizard rehab, the Initiations begun. The major historical figures and ancient beings some of who I’d heard of, and a few I had not, introduced themselves to me in ways I would never, ever forget.

Turns out no one wants to hang out with a bunch of emotional toddlers, which is where humans are currently in comparison to the galactic realms. It’s not our fault. It’s where we are in our process, but imagine these beings as being our older brothers or sisters. There are certain conversations in certain places that your kid brother or sister, simply isn’t ready for yet.

And this is where I came to understand why disclosure is such a complicated topic. The first thing was required of me that I consent to knowing the information. The additional layer to that was the responsibility of our cosmic older brothers and sisters, and that was to reveal themselves in a way that wasn’t off-putting or frightening.

Throughout this book I describe many different types of encounters that have taken place in my life. The simplest explanation I can give is that if you can imagine it, it exists. So discernment is key in determining who and what energies we choose to work with. Discernment is paramount to our success, survival, and recovery.   

 Chapter 18

The Twelve Traditions of Wizards Anonymous

1. Our common welfare comes first; personal recovery depends upon unity in the Circle.
   We gather not to impress, dominate, or enchant—but to heal. The safety of the Circle is our shared responsibility.

2. For our group purpose, there is but one ultimate authority—a Higher Magic as each of us understands it.
   Our guides and facilitators are trusted servants. They do not govern.

3. The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop misusing magic.
   Whether you cast with shadow, or light—if your gifts have caused harm and you seek healing, you belong.

4. Each Circle should be autonomous except in matters affecting other Circles or the Fellowship as a whole.
   We honor the diversity of magical traditions, provided they do not disrupt the integrity of recovery.

5. Each Circle has but one primary purpose—to carry the message of recovery to wizards still suffering.
   We do not teach craft. We share the path of restoration.

6. A Wizards Anonymous Circle ought never endorse, finance, or lend the Fellowship name to any outside enterprise. Our message must remain free of public opinion, commerce, or political influence.

7. Every Circle ought to be fully self-supporting, declining outside contributions.
   Our magic is sustained by service of the wizards within, not by external community.

8. Wizards Anonymous should remain forever non-professional, though our service may include magical healing and guidance. No one is paid for their wisdom. We offer it freely, as it was once offered to us.

9. Wizards Anonymous, as such, ought never be organized; but we may create service structures that serve the Fellowship. We are a constellation of different souls, we do not have a hierarchy

10.  Wizards Anonymous has no opinion on outside issues; hence the Fellowship name ought never be drawn into public controversy. We do not debate magical ethics, politics, or doctrine. Our focus is recovery.

11. Our public relations policy is based on attraction rather than promotion. We seek anonymity in all media, letting the magic of our transformation speak for itself.

12. Anonymity is the spiritual foundation of all our Traditions, ever reminding us to place principles before personalities. We are not our titles, our powers, or our pasts. We are recovering wizards, walking together toward wholeness.

Chapter 18.5

Additional Traditions of Wizards Anonymous

We have added bonus traditions, because, we wizards break a lot of rules;

13. Consent is always required before offering insight, energy, or magical support to another. No matter how clear the message or how strong the urge to help, we honor the sovereignty of each soul. Uninvited readings, unsolicited advice, or energetic interventions—however well-intended—can feel invasive and disempowering. Without consent, even healing becomes harm. When in doubt, we ask. When told no thank you, we respect it without question.

14. Remote viewing of government institutions is not permitted during Circle. The Circle is a sanctuary for healing, not surveillance. Attempting to psychically access governmental or institutional spaces during group work invites unnecessary entanglement, distracts from our purpose, and may compromise the safety of the Fellowship. We leave such matters outside the Circle.

15. Channeling for others during group is not appropriate. While channeling can be a sacred gift, in Circle it often disrupts the collective field and centers one voice over the shared experience. We refrain from channeling messages for others during group time. Instead, we focus on our own healing and allow others to seek guidance in their own way and time.

16. Mind reading and thought implants are strictly prohibited. The Circle is a place of trust. Attempting to access another’s thoughts—or influence them without consent—violates that trust and fractures the safety of the space. We do not pry. We do not plant. We listen with our hearts, not our minds.

17. Magical work may not be performed on another during group. This includes hands-on healing, energy clearing, auric adjustments, or etheric interventions. Even the gentlest touch can carry unintended consequences. The Circle is not a place for magical performance—it is a place for presence, humility, and shared recovery.

18. Always ask: “Where is this message coming from?” Discernment is a cornerstone of magical sobriety. Not all messages come from the Light. Before sharing insight or acting on intuition, we pause and ask: Is this rooted in ego, fear, projection—or true guidance? We do not assume. We inquire.

19. Viewing Akashic Records for others is not permitted in circle. The soul’s archive is sacred. Accessing another’s records without explicit permission is a profound violation of spiritual privacy. In Circle, we do not peer into what is not ours to see.

20. Processing emotions on behalf of another is not appropriate. Empathy is a gift—but over-identification can become entanglement. We do not carry what is not ours. We hold space, we witness, we support—but we do not transmute another’s pain for them. That is their sacred work and feeling more than your own emotions is not sustainable.

21. Divination tools are not weapons. We never program crystals, wands, or other items with the intent to harm, manipulate, or control. Our tools are extensions of our healing—not instruments of vengeance or dominance. Any attempt to weaponize sacred tools severs us from the Higher Magic.

22. Peeking at future timelines is discouraged during Circle. The future is fluid, and premature glimpses often breed fear, fantasy, or control. During Circle, we remain present. We trust that what needs to unfold will do so in right timing. We do not chase prophecy—we cultivate presence.

23. Clear your own energy before working with others. Before entering Circle or offering support, we cleanse our own field. We do not bring unprocessed chaos into sacred space. This is not about perfection—it is about responsibility. A clear channel honors the work.

24. Past lives are never to be used against another in this timeline. We may carry echoes of other lifetimes, but no one’s past—ancient or recent—justifies judgment or harm. We do not weaponize karmic memory. We meet each other in the now, with compassion and humility.

25. Take your own inventory. When in doubt, return to Tradition 13. We do not police others. We do not diagnose. We turn inward. If confusion arises, we ask: Have I sought consent? Am I in integrity? What is upset inside me that I feel the need to direct another? The path of recovery begins and ends with self-responsibility. Always.

These traditions are not rules—they are guardians. They protect the Circle from distortion and uphold the dignity of each wizard’s path. When honored, they create a field of trust where true transformation can occur. When ignored, the Circle fractures, and the old chaos returns.

Chapter 19

What are the mysteries

 The western mysteries of the Kabbalah is a blend of mysticism teachings from multiple ancient traditions. They are referring to ancient spiritual practices prior to the spread of organized religions. The original teachings link back to the Kabbalah, Egyptian priest hood, and even further back to the Samarian's in 4500 BC E. The stories of the Sumerians are recorded in a very rare form of cuneiform that have been translated, and the stories are very reminiscent of the biblical stories that appear at our modern-day Bible now. Within the stories were the mysteries, the spiritual practices, that these early gods, and demigods, used to connect this world to the spirit world. It was interconnected at that time, as if it was one, all in the same, the beings at that time we're given instructions on how to access that Godlike powers, while being incarnated here on earth. It is believed that these teachings were pulled out and hidden from the general public, so that only the few and powerful could have access to their God-given powers to control the rest of us. As these documents were destroyed, the mysteries were secretly passed down through the oral traditions. So, it is difficult to trace exactly where all of these practices came from, but after much research and reading about the Sumarian, Babylonian, and Egyptian civilizations, you can start to begin to connect the dots and the similarities of the spiritual practices within each civilization stories. These teachings can be traced back to the Gods, such as Hermes in the Greek tradition, and also expressed as Thoth in the Egyptian tradition. The stories are of the same God, passing down the same traditions. As they continue to study more mysteries, such as the druid traditions, and the Hawaiian mysteries, I begin to discover that the traditions and divine rituals used to connect with the spirit world to give us acc to our full consciousness, a union with God's self, and the ability to create change throughout the spiritual connection here on earth we're all extremely similar. It was clear that these spiritual practices all came from the same source, and we're talk to people in every corner of the world. Each energetics system, representing the same self-discoveries, each tradition honoring the directions in the same way, each speaks of the four elements, and all traditions, celebrating the same sacred days according to the planets. The mysteries seem to be a universal way of accessing our full potential through spiritual Alchemy.

 Chapter 20

 What is Ritual, and why do we use it

Rituals are actions repeated in a specific manner, in a specific order with specific intention. Sacred rituals are created and practiced with the intention of connecting the spirit world with our physical world. It creates a doorway to the spirit world, so that we have access to our limitless, spiritual nature. The more often we use them the more powerful they become. It is like a building block, building a relationship with spirit, so just like any relationship, the more time you spend, nurturing it, the stronger the connection will be, the stronger, the connection, the more impact it can have in your life.

These ancient specific rituals, have a very specific intention that will align, clear, and strengthen your energetics field to where only your truth will lie within. There will be less and less distractions of karma, past lives, soul, loons, trauma, collective, consciousness, and subconscious and cognitive patterning that take us away from our authenticity.

Ritual is also a part of our every day life whether we notice it or not. We all probably have a specific way we shower or get dressed in the morning. Routines are forms of ritual. Again, they are actions repeated in a specific manner, and in a specific order with intention.

With that being said, imagine how powerful you could be if you were aware of all of the rituals that you perform every day, and we're cognizant of the intentions behind why you do things the way you do. By setting intentions in all that we do we can use every day routines to create miracles.

 Chapter 21

 Remembering who you are

Through experiencing these rituals, you will remember who you really are. So much about the true origins of these teachings have been lost and you can only do so much research and reading to make sense of where they come from and how they work. Ultimately it will be about your own personal journey with these ancient keys that can unlock the spiritual paradigm as we know it.

There are many teachings available today to assist in the same process but those of you who are called to remember this work have definitely done it before. These are not teachings that come to you by accident. They are of the most ancient practices ever used by humans on earth, and because of that, they will hold an infinite amount of power, because what we think, belief, and do creates our reality. These rituals have been believed in and practiced for thousands and thousands of years. This is what makes them so unique and so effective. Besides that they are believed to be handed down from the gods themselves, they also have a power of the lineage, who not only practiced them, but mastered them in creating full, spiritual freedom, and having God like powers in this earthly realm.

The mysteries are exactly that, a mystery for each one of you to unfold for yourself. The only way to experience the true gift these rituals have to offer is to immerse yourself in them with full commitment. To make use of these rare gifts being passed down to you for a very specific reason.

We are upon a great shift at this time on earth, and there is no more time to waste. You all have work to do, and in order to get it done each of you need to remember who you really are, that you are all powerful, that you are all knowing, that you are the creator of your universe, that you manifest the reality that we live in today, that you are the beholders of light and love that is needed to heal this planet at this time.

When practiced enough, these rituals will create a window for you to begin to see the true nature of your limitless spirit, and as time goes by, and your energy begins to realign with the spiritual truths, rather than collective consciousness, you will embody this limitless nature, creating a whole New World for your self, which will ultimately create a whole New World for humankind.

 Chapter 22

What are the four elements

The word element describes some thing at its basic form, some thing that cannot be broken down, or turned into something else. Much like the table of elements, these are the building blocks to everything else.

The concept of the four elements comes from every spiritual teaching around the world. It is connecting are building blocks with for spiritual elements that we can identify within ourselves to give us a framework or understanding of what we are made of. With this understanding we can then unlock the wisdom of transformation.

These for ideas, reoccur throughout western and eastern thought. And yoga philosophy they are called ; Tejas -fire, Vayu- air, apas- water, prithivi-earth. In Taoism, they are Chen -fire, Tui- water, sun air, ken earth.

In the west, they are intrinsic to much of our esoteric thought. The signs of astrology are tied to the elements, fire Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, water, cancer, Scorpio, Pisces, air, Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, earth, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn. The force suits of the tarot represent the four elements as well, fire wands, water cups, air swords earth pentacles. The elements are the seeds of the four winds, the cardinal directions, and any ideas that naturally break down into Fournace. Earth north air east fire south water west.

This is vitally important for us today, because it is our ideas that create our identities and the ways in which we interact with the world. The four elements play significant roles in our psyches, forming our senses, the parts of our consciousness and our character. These four ideas symbolize patterns of energy that will transform your life if you let them. The element of earth can be seen as the survival needs of the human mind, the element of water, the emotions, the element of air, the intellect, and the element of fire the will and transformation. The four elements, conveniently separate, our major negative emotions, fire, anger, water, sadness, air, fear, earth, depression.

Perhaps most importantly, the four elements correspond to tendencies in our personalities. In medieval Europe, these elemental personality types were called the four humors, phlegmatic, choleric, melancholic, and sanguine. They are simple, fourfold system for classifying character traits that will enable you to see which element you favor in your own personality. By balancing these elemental tendencies, we can achieve a greater level of personal equilibrium and positive momentum in our lives. As you look at the following sets of traits, you can see that you have a certain positive and negative character tendencies that correspond to the elements.

Fire- choleric; high self-esteem, egotistical, vigorous, irritable, quick to anger, enthusiastic, excitable, Monomaniacal, courageous, macho, passionate, obsessive, jealous, natural leader, domineering, productive, workaholic, self-respecting, snobbish, creative, original, critical of others, resourceful, gluttonous, all consuming.

Water- melancholic: self-aware, low, self-esteem, tranquil, stagnant, adaptive, apathetic, modest, cowardly, empathetic, and possessive, jaded, sexually addicted, devoted, credulous, follower, reflective, lazy, authentic, self doubting, integrating, imitative, cooperative, needy, dependent.

Air- sanguine: unconventional, antisocial, big picture, oriented, sloppy, slipshod, flexible, lacking endurance, lenient, uncaring, curious, penetrating, gossiping, independent, adventurous, undependable, casual, fickle, interpretive, dishonest, unpredictable, flaky, tardy, intellectual, stuck in head.

Earth- phlegmatic: respectable, overly conventional, socially, superficial, thorough in work, detail, oriented, perfectionist, stable, restrictive, tenacious, stubborn, cautious, and able to take action, reliable, boring, serious, compulsive, objective, and creative, punctual, predictable, practical, mentally dull.  

Chapter 23

What is Elemental Alchemy

Elemental alchemy is the hermetic process of transmitting elemental energy patterns from one state to the other to manifest change through prayer, meditation, and the movement of the subtle energy fields that ultimately make up our physical reality. These teachings are based off of the tree of life, the chakra system, and the aura and the four elements.

Hermetic processes are traditions that come from the writings attributed to the Greek god Hermes. Hermes is the same representation as Thoth, who delivered the emerald tablets, which are believed to hold the keys to the mysteries. Those was also believed to be Ningishzidda from the Sumerian culture, some believe that this is where our human species as we know it today and our relationship to the gods originate from.

The Emerald tablets said to hold the secrets of the universe written by Thoth, Hermes, Ningishzidda believe this is where many of these rituals and philosophies originated from that we are now uncovering by practicing these mysteries.

Chapter 24

HERMETIC WISDOM OF THE UNIVERSE

Elemental alchemy is one of the hermetic, three wisdom's of the universe. Alchemy, astrology, and theology. Through these three wisdom's. We hold the key to true spiritual freedom.

Theurgy describes the practice of rituals, sometimes seen as magical in nature, performed with the intention of invoking the action or evoke in the presence of one or more gods, especially with the goal of achieving Henosis, (uniting with the divine) and perfecting oneself.

Manifestation is the most tangible example of elemental or spiritual alchemy. It is when we can actually experience the shift in our physical realm, and how we experience our every day lives as a result of being conscious and aware of what we think, belief, do, and feel in response to life.

There are many methods for manifestation, and having your four elements in balance will strongly influence how quickly you can manifest change in your life that you desire.

Steps and guidelines to the manifestation process:

Ask: Clear intention: be clear and specific with what you're asking for. Always make sure that you have the greater good of all at the forefront of your request. You always want to ask with the intent, that if it is what is best for all then, so be it. When you make your request, envision it happening in your minds eye, and most of all bring about the feeling that you will have when it comes into fruition

Be thankful for the wins: ask from a place of utter most gratitude for everything that you have just the way it is. See the divine order and everything around you and with an open heart. Thanks source for everything is a gift. If you cannot see all the circumstances in your life as a gift that is OK. Drop in to a deep state of gratitude for what you authentically feel thankful for.

Be resourceful and trust you have what you need: make the most of what you have. Show the universe that you are grateful with your actions. Utilize the gifts that have already been given to you wisely and for the betterment for all, this does not mean you sacrifice your betterment for others. Make sure to include yourself in all.

Pause and listen: when the universe begins to talk to you, to give you direction on where, and what you were supposed to do to assist in this manifestation process, take the time to meditate, drop in, and listen to get clarity.

Take the next right action: Don't hesitate. When the universe calls you must answer. Follow your heart acknowledge your fears, and reassure those aspects of yourself that are frayed until they align with your highest good. Do as the universe asks and goodwill will come about.

Believe and have faith: trust that the universe will provide, and its own way whatever it is, that you are manifesting as long as it is in line with the divine will. We never go against the divine well, and try to use this power to selfishly. Serve ourselves, these gifts will quickly go from supporting you to feeling like they're destroying you to get you back in alignment with your spirit. If you do not believe that, there is a power that has your best interest at heart and will support you to explore. Ask why not and know you have the power to choose a new belief system and align your actions with your new belief to bring about desired change.

Relax and let it all be: let go of how and when the outcome up here. Release any plans, or ideas of your own, and listen for guidance. Your request may not materialize how you thought, or exactly when you thought, but trust the wisdom of the infinite powers of the universe to orchestrate it all exactly as it should be.

Receive love: take the time to open your heart, mind, body and soul to receiving such miracles. This is where most people hinder themselves. Don't be afraid to ask yourself. Do I really believe I can receive such a gift? If the answer is no, go within and ask yourself why and shift your beliefs or energy patterns until you feel the grace pour over you that you are worth and worthy of all great things available in this existence.

If you have a block it any step, you can use the rituals to clear them from your field so that you are manifesting from your true place of authenticity, and with an open heart.

Chapter 25

WHAT IS ASTRAL TRAVELING

Astral, traveling in its most basic sense can be defined as the practice of relocating your consciousness to a place other than your physical body. It does not have to be across the galaxy. It can simply be across the room. This may sound like a foreign concept at first, but if you can keep an open mind, you will begin to see how this is instinctively happening all the time we just have not opened our awareness to it yet. At its essence, astral traveling is the ability to change your perspective so that you can perceive yourself, your experience, and the world in a new and different ways that expands what you really are capable of achieving in this realm.

The most common roadblock for beginning students is gaining the understanding and knowing the difference between astral traveling, and their imagination. When you have a vision, are you making it up or are you actually opening your consciousness up to Spirit? When you were dreaming, is that your imagination or astral travel?

The answers to these questions will come with your experience and practice. It's not some thing you will intellectually be able to assign logic to be able to "make sense" of, but rather some thing you will feel with all of your senses in a new expansive way, and will know it is truth by building, a relationship with your consciousness and body and understanding how it can move through space and time. It is not a finite experience that can be fully understood, it is an infinite part of our existence that is forever changing and expanding ultimately bringing you closer to operating in the universal power of love. The governing force that is, our consciousness is the frequency of love. The intention of unlocking your souls, truth is to embody more and more of this consciousness, frequency, feeling, energy of love into all that you create and experience in all realms. Utilizing astral travel will make us a reality instead of a possibility.

Each experience that you have whether it is during astral travel, or in the 3-D, is an opportunity for you, to expand your consciousness, to get a new perspective, to drop your judgments about how things should be, and allow them to be what they came here to be. Often, we don't know why a particular event came to pass in our 3-D lives, and it is through expanding our consciousness and asking the universe, a creator, God, and Goddess what the meaning is, that we can then gather the information needed to be able to allow these events to reveal the gifts of our souls path. It will allow you the opportunity to be aware of the gifts you are gathering, preparing you for the next chapter in your souls unfolding in this time and space. We can use the past, present, and future to guide us along our path to enlightenment.

Chapter 28

Sponsorship

What is a sponsor in Wizards Anonymous?

A sponsor is a recovering wizard who has walked the Twelve Steps of Magical Recovery and is willing to guide another through the same path. They offer wisdom, accountability, and energetic grounding—not as a teacher or superior, but as a companion who understands the terrain.

Why do I need a sponsor?

Because magical recovery is not a solo quest. The enchantments of ego, illusion, and fear are cunning. A sponsor helps you navigate the steps, reflect on your inventory, and stay anchored when old patterns whisper. They’ve been where you are—and they’ve found a way out.

What does a sponsor actually do?

Listens without judgment

Shares their own experience with magical misuse and recovery

Guides you through the Twelve Steps

Helps you discern between true guidance and ego-driven messages

Reminds you to ask, “Where is this coming from?”

Holds you accountable to the Traditions of the Circle

Offers energetic clarity—not energetic healing

Is a sponsor a healer?

No. Sponsors do not perform magical work on you. They do not clear your field, read your Akashic records, or channel messages for you, necessarily. Their role is to support your spiritual autonomy, not to intervene in your energetic body. Healing is your responsibility however, as magical practitioners using discernment some healing work may be appropriate, that guidance is theirs.

How do I choose a sponsor?

Look for someone who:

Has completed the Twelve Steps

Respects magical boundaries and the Traditions

Practices humility and discernment

Speaks from experience, not performance

Feels safe

Honors consent and never intrudes psychically

Ask yourself: Do I feel seen, not scanned? Heard, not read?

Can I have more than one sponsor?

You may have magical mentors, allies, or guides—but in Wizards Anonymous, we recommend one primary sponsor to walk the Steps with you. Too many voices can create confusion. One clear bond builds trust.

What if my sponsor tries to do magical work on me?

That’s a boundary violation. Sponsors must never perform energy work, channeling, mind reading, or timeline viewing on their sponsees. If this happens, speak up. You may need to choose another sponsor who honors the Traditions.

Can I sponsor someone else?

Once you’ve completed the Twelve Steps and are living in magical integrity, yes. Sponsorship is a sacred service. But remember: you are not their healer, oracle, or savior. You are a lantern-bearer, walking beside them.

 What if I don’t feel ready?

That’s okay. Sponsorship is not a requirement—it’s a gift. If you’re unsure, keep coming to Circle. Keep listening. When the time is right, the right sponsor will appear. And when you’re ready to sponsor, someone will need your light.

Chapter 29

Consciousness

Consciousness is the great mystery. It is the thread that we’ve through lifetime dimensions, and beyond death itself. This chapter explores what scholars, mystics, and experiencers have revealed about its nature, and how wizards and recovery can reclaim their eternal awareness.

Wizards who have misused their gifts, often forget this truth that consciousness is the part of you that remains when all else has fallen away, reminding us that we are not our power, our pain, or our past stories, we are the very awareness that holds them all.

Many thousands of people have reported leaving their bodies during a clinical death, floating above hospital beds where they see themselves from a 360-degree perspective, and can still hear what is happening in vivid detail. Others talk about traveling tunnels of light to meet with family, guides, and ancestors before choosing to return to their body. Some described going so far as to have a life review where they got to see and experience their past actions from the perspective of those affected.