Where the craft comes from
The workings I cast come from Anatolian folk practice, the kind that was never written in grand books but passed from one kitchen table to the next. A blue glass eye hung above a door to catch the envious look. A line of salt poured across a threshold. A bay leaf for what should last, cinnamon for what should hurry, a name written once and folded toward the one who keeps it.
None of it is theatre. Each object has one job, and each working has one seal: the moment it is closed and not argued with again. Every spell on this site has its own ritual and its own seal, and the ritual you read on a spell's page is the ritual I lay for you.
How I work
- One name at a time. Your working is laid for you alone, from your name, your date of birth and the wish in your own words.
- The table is cleared first. Salt and a clean cloth, so the space holds one purpose only.
- The record. When the working is closed, I write down what was laid, what I felt move, what stands in the way and the signs to watch for. You receive that record by email.
- Your privacy. Your name and your wish never leave my table. They are never shown, shared or reused.
What I will not cast
Some requests come to every caster sooner or later. These I refuse, whatever is offered:
- Anything meant to harm a person, their health, their work or their family.
- Workings to break up a couple or to take someone from a partner.
- Curses, hexes, or anything sent back to hurt another.
- Workings on anyone under eighteen.
A working leans the road. It does not reach into another person and turn them like a key, and I will tell you plainly when a wish is not one I can lay.
See for yourself
You can see my altar and short films of the flame on the From my altar page, and read a real written record, with the name changed, on the sample record page.