Choose the direction before you choose the pace.
A new moon ritual for vision that comes from the body, not the grind.
✨ SPELL
This ritual isn’t about belief. It’s about repair.
Capitalism has broken your relationship to time—flattened your rhythms, punished your rest, and convinced you every moment must be productive.
The moon disagrees.
Each new and full moon, I’ll hand you a small ritual. Not to “manifest” or optimize, but to reattune your body to a different pace. One that honors cycles, not calendars.
Pay attention to the moon. It’s not aesthetic—it’s antidote.
Fire + Air for Visioning
Supplies:
Candle
Pen + paper
Steps:
Light your candle.
Place one hand on your chest and one on your belly.
Breathe until you feel your body soften or warm.Write one word or phrase that describes the direction you feel. Not the plan, just the pull.
(Examples: connection, spaciousness, truth-telling, stability, joy, risk, rest.)Read it aloud and say:
I trust the pull more than the pressure.Hold your paper above the flame (not in it) and let the heat rise toward it.
Let the warmth mark the moment.
This isn’t a manifesto.
It’s a compass.
✊ HEX
You don’t need a rundown of the headlines. You’re living them. Whether you’re in the U.S. or just suffering under its ripple effects, the harm is real—and relentless.
This isn’t catharsis. It’s counter-spell.
Each HEX is a ritual of refusal—a channel for holy rage, spiritual disruption, and deliberate, directed dissent.
Here’s who we’re targeting. And what to do about it.
Capitalist Holiday Extraction
This week is peak capitalism cosplay:
Spend more. Do more. Host more. Be more.
And if you’re not merry while doing it? You’re the problem.
We hex the machine that turns winter into a debt trap.
We hex the narrative that generosity = depletion.
We hex the manipulation that turns basic human needs into “luxury asks.”
No more extraction disguised as tradition.
No more treating burnout as a festive rite of passage.
Let winter be winter.
And as a bonus:
Vanity Fair: Welcome to the Resistance
Vanity Fair showed up.
Christopher Anderson’s photojournalism didn’t flatter power.
It didn’t aestheticize cruelty.
It didn’t look away.
It documented what so many institutions have spent years softening, spinning, or sanitizing:
the banality of control, the exhaustion behind the spectacle, the machinery of harm humming in plain sight.
So today, we also offer a blessing-hex hybrid. This is a consecration.
To the journalists who decide to tell the truth instead of protecting access:
May your clarity sharpen.
May your courage be contagious.
May the spell of inevitability crack under your lens.
And to the systems those photos expose:
We hex the illusion of competence.
We hex the costume of respectability.
We hex the belief that power should be hidden instead of interrogated.
May the record remain.
May the images circulate.
May what was meant to be invisible become undeniable.
Welcome to the resistance.
There’s no going back now.
With direction over speed,
Keli Lyn Jewel
PS: Let this new moon be the one where you stop forcing clarity and start following curiosity.
