Author: Katrina Rasbold

In a world that is becoming increasingly digital, there is something profoundly radical about physical magic. While visualization and intent are the engines of any spell, having a physical “battery” for your work can make the difference between a fleeting thought and a manifested reality. This week, we’re looking at two of…

When we think of a “crossroads,” our minds often race to the dramatic imagery of folklore: a dusty four-way stop at midnight, a pact made in whispers, or the sudden, life-altering choice that changes everything in a heartbeat. We focus on the intersection—the X marks the spot where the magic happens….

In the realm of the occult, we often spend our time looking for the “Great Work”—the massive ritual, the life-altering invocation, or the hidden grimoire that will unlock the secrets of the universe. We look toward the horizon, waiting for that lightning bolt to strike. But as any seasoned practitioner…

Welcome back to the Witch At The Crossroads blog! Whether you’ve been walking the Path for decades or you’re just starting to notice that you feel a strange pull toward the moon, you’ve probably realized that Paganism isn’t exactly “mainstream.” While the rest of the world is busy staring at screens, we’re…

I’ve reached that stage of life where my body makes more noise than my car. There’s a distinct crunch when I stand up, a rhythmic thump when I walk up the stairs, and a general soundtrack of sighs that seems to accompany every transition from “sitting” to “not sitting.” If you’re reading this, you…

There is an old saying in the Craft: “The crossroads is not a place where you get lost; it’s the place where you finally decide which version of yourself is going to walk back home.” Lately, at Crossroads Occult, the air has been thick with that exact kind of transformative energy….

As the final days of the year dwindle, a hush falls over the world and we feel a moment of potent stillness before the whirlwind of a new beginning. For those of us who walk a path less trodden, who feel the hum of ancient energies beneath the modern world,…

Is it just us, or does the end of the year feel like a strange, mystical cocktail of “I have no idea what day it is” and “I suddenly need to reorganize my entire soul?” Between the leftover fruitcake and the mountain of wrapping paper, there’s a specific kind of…

It happened around 5 p.m., which feels like the universal time for the body to stage a protest. I bent down to pick up something I dropped (a pen, which my knees clearly thought wasn’t worth the risk), and I heard a crack so loud it sounded like a tree…