There is a moment every new witch reaches when the world shifts. It is not thunder. It is not revelation. It is the soft recognition that magic was never outside of you. It was simply waiting for you to remember.
Magic is not a performance. It is not about buying the right candle or collecting a shelf full of herbs. Magic is will. Memory. Return. It begins the moment you understand that your spirit, your intuition, your shadows, your light, your hands, your breath are the tools. Everything else is decoration.
These lessons are the roots of the path.
