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I Closed SpiritualDiversity | Etsy Didn't Deactivate My Shop

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Etsy didn’t ban me. Etsy didn’t suspend my account. Etsy didn’t deactivate my SpiritualDiversity shop. I QUIT. I voluntarily walked away from selling twelve-dollar candle spells to entitled customers. That is twelve lousy dollars that I didn’t even see in full after Etsy fees, payment processing, and supplies. Removing my listings and dropping my store name was the best decision I ever made for Spiritual Diversity Magic. The Myth of the Etsy Witch Ban People love to talk about spellcasting violating Etsy’s policy, but the real violation was customers violating my boundaries. The biggest myth out there is that Etsy suddenly developed a strict moral compass and banned metaphysical services across the board. They didn’t. The rules were always on the books, but they only enforced them in sudden, sporadic bot sweeps whenever the platform took a little heat online. Once the public attention died down, it was right back to business as usual. Just look how many spell shops are still active. Wh...

Calling Out Spiritual Practitioners Who Shame Others for Charging

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There’s a whole crowd of people online who think spiritual work should be free and that practitioners are supposed to clock in for a 24‑hour shift and hand out services like charity. They act like people should buy supplies, drain their time, burn their energy, and “help the world” while the receivers sit there doing absolutely nothing except demanding more. And for the so‑called practitioners who push this agenda? You do it. If you want to waste your own time, go ahead. You do it all damn day and all damn night. You use up every hour in your day. You buy the supplies and do the work for free. You stay up late while people unload their problems on you and skip off feeling lighter. You carry all of it. Let’s see how long you last before you realize it’s actual labor. Just because you have low self‑worth and don’t think much of yourself or your expertise doesn’t mean you get to drag others down by announcing to the world that spiritual practitioners shouldn’t charge. Keep your limita...

The Free Reiki Circus: Why These Posts Are Just Engagement Bait

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I saw a Facebook post offering free Reiki to anyone who liked and commented. And let me tell you, people did not hesitate. They jumped into those comments like fleas running from a Dawn soap bath. Nobody did the sensible thing and list one person since it was an alleged free service. They smashed laptop keys and tapped phone screens quick, fast, and in a hurry. They listed everybody they’ve ever met. Family, their Wi‑Fi, friends, the kitchen table, neighbors, coworkers, lunch, exes, shoes, pets, the mailman, coffee, a pen, the turtle from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, and the price of gas. If it existed, it got added. I watched that post blow up with a long thread of names, like people signing up for the county raffle. A pure digital circus where the online crowd sprints to the free table at a yard sale, while nobody stops to ask how any of this is supposed to work. Nobody wonders how one person sends energy to two thousand strangers, five hundred pets, a bag of marshmallows, and the econo...

Cheap 82 Cent Etsy Road Opener Spells Are a Joke

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I saw a “road opener spell” on Etsy for the grand price of… drumroll please… $0.82 . After Etsy takes its cut (the listing fee, the transaction fee, the processing fee, the oxygen fee, the existing on the internet fee, and the “congratulations, you woke up today” fee), the seller pockets about thirty cents . Thirty freaking cents for a spell that allegedly clears your path, alters your direction, and rearranges the universe. At that rate, the only road opening is the one leading straight to the seller’s bank account. NO ONE is bending cosmic forces at a thirty cent profit margin. No candles are being lit. No oils are being used. No herbs are being crushed. No ancestors are being consulted. No spirits are being given offerings. No roads are being opened. No blockages are being removed. At best, someone is laughing at you as they click “mark as completed” while eating cereal or hot Cheetos and sending out a garbage, recycled AI photo of an altar. These 82 cent spells are a complet...

Escaping Bonanza Shopping: Like Leaving a Cult

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Bonanza Online Marketplace is a post mortem of a so-called shopping site that feels like it was coded on a flip phone while Cyndi Lauper was playing in the background and should have closed in 2010. It is a website with revoked BBB accreditation and a hot load of unresolved complaints. Trying to close my booth and leave Bonanza felt like escaping a cult. Every exit pointed to another exit that pointed to another hallway that led right back to the same place: the cracked, dirty pitcher of Kool-Aid. It was digital quicksand and despite me blinking twice no one came to save me. So I removed every listing, wiped every piece of info, put up a grey-colored profile and cover photo, and walked away from that cesspool. I don't want that site tied to my name. I am at a point in my life where I absolutely refuse to have any more association with BS. For years, I kept my Bonanza booth open just to bend over backwards and contort for customers who wanted another way to pay for my services off o...

WitchTok is a Delusional Dumpster Fire. I Deleted TikTok

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There is an ongoing epidemic of absolute delusion happening within the WitchTok section of social media. It is a bunch of childish, self-proclaimed magical experts who learned everything they know from a thirty-second video clip and now want to lecture the rest of the world like they personally invented the craft while actively treating real practitioners like an open toilet. TikTok is filled with so much witchcraft misinformation. It is a cesspool of spiritual "influencers" wearing cheap, mass-produced rings, waving smoky sticks around, and teaching spells while telling people to burn papers without having a fire safety disclaimer. They speak with the unearned confidence of a toddler who scribbled on the wall with what they found in their diaper and thinks they painted a Picasso. The comedy lies in the people who follow this gibberish and actually purchase from these accounts. These unteachable, stubborn, know-it-all creators have successfully convinced an army of vulnerable...

Cheap spell oils always smell like old fryer oil

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There is a blanket stink scent that hits you when you open a bottle of intention oil from one of those bargain-bin “witchy” shops online. It is the exact smell of vegetable oil that has been sitting in a warm 99-cent store warehouse since the pandemic. If you have ever bought one of those $5 “anointing oils,” you know exactly what I am talking about. You twist the lid, and suddenly your room smells like someone tried to deep fry expired sage while throwing cinnamon powder on top of it. That smell isn’t “power.” It’s oxidation and the early stages of mold pretending to be magic. That is what happens when someone fills a tiny jar with stale herbs from the back of their kitchen cabinet, tops it off with the cheapest oil they could find to make it look “full,” and then adds a few drops of vitamin E to delay the rancidness. The mass-produced ones are even more pathetic and head-shaking. It's just scented baby oil with food coloring and a "Come to Me" label on it, which really ...

Twitter is a Toxic Wasteland

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I deleted my account. I am done. Finito. Twitter in 2026 is a full blown, smelly wasteland that makes my chakras hurt. It is a chaotic landfill of bots, crypto bros, fur-hat-wearing political rage addicts, and people arguing about everything except real life. You cannot scroll for five seconds without running into someone melting down over pronouns, someone policing Black women’s hair, or someone blocking traffic and f@ck'g up someone else's day in the name of activism. Contest accounts bait you into liking, following, and entering giveaways, then dump a used, expired game code into your inbox when you win. If it is not a scam, it is a feed drowning in creepy AI videos that look like they were generated by an unwashed demon with a GPU. Then there are the language police. They are just lurking in the comment sections with a giant Stanley cup glued to their hand, desperately waiting for someone to type an unapproved word so they can pounce. Say “breastfeeding” and suddenly you a...