Love Spells Really Do Work

Looking for love in all the wrong places!

How I Cast a Spell for Love

I had recently moved to Palm Beach. It was a foolish move.

It’s such a pretty place, I thought, why not live there? I sold my business, hated the Chicago weather, and it seemed as good a place as any to start a new life. What I hadn’t given a thought about was — I didn’t know anyone! I was a latch-key kid, so spending time alone wasn’t new to me. But now, without family and friends, this was a different kind of alone. It was more than being alone. I was starving for a feeling of connection!

It was the nineties, and the book du jour was James Redfield’s “The Celestine Prophecies.” It was on the New York Times Best Sellers list for 165 weeks. After the ’80s, known as the “Greed decade,” it captured the public’s thirst for greater spirituality. It was the catalyst for my spiritual journey. My bookshelves were filled with the latest gurus’ digests ranging from intuition development and aromatherapy to angel spiritual guides. Whenever I latched on to a new interest, I devoured everything I could on the subject. The decade was the pre-Google era. Information wasn’t at your fingertips at midnight. As such, I spent a lot of time in metaphysical bookstores.

Crystal Hearts Books was my newest find. More spiritual than occult, it was charming for this type of store. Windchimes hanging from the eaves greeted you as you entered through a red Dutch door. Light and airy, the bat and board walls and shelves were painted white. Pillar candles created a rainbow of color. Interwoven among them were singing bowls, Buddhist deities, and crystal rock sculptures. Handwoven African baskets held small crystals, gems, and mala meditation beads. Glass bowls were filled with sage and Palo Santo bundles. Lining the back shelves were incense, aromatherapy oils, and Tarot Cards. Books arranged by subjects were in open bookcases in the center of the store. From the ceiling Native American Dream Catchers hovered above them.

It was easy to spend a lot of time there. Burning lavender incense graced the shop with an air of tranquility. I found a few books and brought them to the front desk, where they featured a book titled “Casting Spells.” I wasn’t into witchcraft, but this book, with its cheery cover, seemed more earthly than occult. My curiosity piqued; I began flipping through when I spotted the chapter on Casting for Love. I asked the owner, Indigo if she knew anyone who tried any of these spells. She said, “Oh yes, actually a friend of mine did the spell for love. Shortly after, she found her new boyfriend.” It took very little to intrigue me and intrigued I was.

My eyes scanned how one goes about casting a spell for love. Speaking to Indigo I said, “I need a piece of rose quartz, pink rose petals, and a red candle.” The rose quartz was nearby. Closing my eyes, I put my hand into the basket of pieces. I was very selective because this was, after all, critical. At that moment, I felt as though my entire future happiness was sitting right there in that basket! And then, almost miraculously, I felt the shape of a heart come into my hand — of course, this was my stone! By this time, Indigo was fully invested in what I was about to do. She had aqua blue eyes and straight long black hair. True to her hippie-inspired name, Indigo loved to wear maxi dresses, peace sign earrings, and bangle bracelets halfway up her arm. Rushing out the door, she said she would collect the discarded rose petals at the florist next door. A few minutes later, she came back with a bag of baby pink rose petals. Along with the red candle, I was set to cast my spell for love!

When I got home, I began to read the details of this ritual. It was then I found that before I could cast a spell for love, I first needed to cleanse my heart of any hurt. That seemed to make a lot of sense to me. After all, if love were to come into my heart, my heart would have to be open and healed. If it was filled with hurt, it wasn’t free to accept love. There was a sense of urgency. I had those damned rose petals that were going to turn brown; I viewed this as being a bad omen!

To my surprise, I had everything I needed to cast a Spell to Cleanse Hurt. On a low, narrow wooden bench in my bedroom, I place six white pillar candles in a row. I lit the small sage bundle & laid it on an abalone shell for it to burn. It was a smoldering, smoky sort of burn. I stepped back and looked at this altar and knew it was ready — time to begin the meditation. I lit the candles, one at a time, named the hurt each one represented, felt the hurt, and let the hurt go. Some hurts took longer than others to let go. As I lit the last candle, I felt a lightness in me that is difficult to explain. I believed I had forgiven long ago, but now I was also letting go. I felt a sense of freedom. The underlying sadness that had been ever-present in me was gone. I knew I was now ready to cast a Spell for Love!

And then I thought of my brother. If he knew what I was doing, it would confirm his suspicion that I was certifiably crazy! I could envision his eyes cast down to the side and up to the sky, then shake his head and say, “My sister is fucking nuts!”

I rearranged my altar with the red candle and rose petals. I clutched the heart-shaped pink stone in my hand to impart my energy. Placing it upon the rose petals, I lit the candle and knelt back on my knees. I asked for someone to love me and began to go into a deep state of meditation. I have no idea how much time passed. As I started to come out of my trance, I was jolted by the ring of the telephone. I was so pissed! Who was this asshole calling me and shaking me out of my state of serenity? Who was fucking up my spell casting for love?

My head was still foggy when I picked up the phone. “Lois, this is John from Samoulian Rugs in LA, Bruce was here.” I interrupted him and said, “John, I need to call you back.” He continued as though he hadn’t heard what I said. “Lois, Bruce wanted me to let you know we have a Jack Russell puppy that he thinks you should have.” Now, I interrupted him and said, “John, I really need to call you back,” and I hung up the phone.

My body began to quiver. I hardly finished asking for someone to love me and voila — there it was! Could this possibly be happening? Had this spell worked? Was I too stunned to see what was happening? I needed to get my bearings. There was no doubt I had to accept this dog. How could I not? After all, moments before, I was asking for someone to love me. And hadn’t I even created an altar to cast a spell for love? I looked up at the ceiling, calling on any spirit who was answering my plea for love. And then speaking aloud, I asked, “Did I have to say two fucking legs?”

Before I called John in LA back, I needed to make a more urgent call. After just a few rings, Indigo answered. “Indigo, it’s Lois. Would you mind terribly popping over to the florist to get me another bag of pink rose petals?”

Jackie One!

Note: June marks the 14th anniversary of the passing of my darling Jackie, who brought me joy and unconditional love for 14 wonderful years. And just about a year ago, another love came into my life in the form of Jackie Too. She needed a home, and I needed a new love. Life has a funny way of bringing you exactly what you need, even if it comes with four legs instead of two.

Me and my Jackie Too

This story originally ran on Medium.com and did very well there. I recently shared it again during an episode of Silver and Sensational while talking about why I’ve chosen to stay single for the better part of a decade. If you'd like to hear this story and my thoughts on staying single, be sure to watch the episode now.

And as always, until next time, stay Sensational!

🤍, Lois