Let’s go back to the bread.
I used to think a failed spell or rite meant the working itself was flawed.
The ingredients were sound. Nothing essential was missing.
But the structure imploded during the working.
The form stretched… then collapsed.
It was subtle.
But it wasn’t random.
That’s exactly what I saw happening in witchcraft.
I had studied ritual systems and spells around the globe, first as an anthropologist, then as a serious practitioner in Witchcraft, Spellcraft, and Golden Dawn lineages.
I knew the rites. I knew the forms.
But the outcomes? Inconsistent.
Everything looked right in practice.
But the results were disappointing.
At first, I told myself what everyone tells themselves —
that inconsistency was normal,
that doubt was part of the craft,
that repetition mattered more than correction.
But over time, something more dangerous crept in.
Power becomes performative.
And once that doubt takes root, it doesn’t just weaken a working.
It erodes your sense that your actions actually matter.
And no one wanted to talk about it.
Inside academia, asking how to fix a ritual was considered off-limits.
You could analyze symbols.
You could interpret meaning.
Just don’t ask why a spell didn’t take.
Failure was always personal.
A flaw in belief.
A lapse in focus.
Never a problem with the method itself.
I left.
Not because I was following my passion…
but because I wasn’t willing to pretend anymore.
So I apprenticed into a living witchcraft tradition that actually cared about outcome.
Where craft gets reviewed like performance: structure, timing, ingredients, even posture during execution.
Where misfires are diagnosed, not ignored.
That’s where the pattern became unmistakable.
Because magic doesn’t fail abruptly.
It loses alignment.
And if you can’t detect when it slips —
you’ll never know how to bring it back.