Devote Yourself. It’s Already Worked Out.
- Nuna Ma’Khai
- Jun 3
- 9 min read
Updated: Jun 4
You're Imaginative, Intuitive, and Creative — Your Devotion Seals the Deal.
It starts with a subtle stirring. It’s formless, yet fills you like warm tea on days the blizzard brings its tantrums home. You have no name for it, but somehow the familiarity moves you. Your stomach rejoices as the warmth of this unidentified presence preps itself for the giving.
Your chest stills, listening for murmurs to trace the shape of this thing. Your eyes search for sounds around the room you religiously enter for meditation and spiritual mediation. Although you can’t explain this feeling, you pause in wonder. Silence shouts everything you can’t control and seduces you into confusion. Before the next trillion thoughts come invading and colonizing your mind, fireworks form from the warmth in your stomach. The tiny bombs bang and pop from excitement. You’re drenched in cosmic cluelessness. Before you can accept that you’re confused, laughter comes storming in like your favorite cousin you haven’t seen for three years.
You set your intention to receive miracles and blissings over your life during the Pisces full moon a few months ago. You told the Divine you would show your willingness to receive through surrender and devotion. You considered scribbling down all the things that would bring you happiness.
— The puppy your Dad said you couldn’t have when you were twelve. The monster truck you wanted to drive throughout the house when you were fifteen, but your Mom refused to feed into these destructive desires. The black rabbit with horns and dragon wings you demanded be adopted from the homeless shelter.
(I wanted a pet dragon once… I was distraught realizing I couldn’t keep, let alone get one. Especially in the Jordan Downs Projects. There was enough fire as it was. And the closest things we had to dragons were Mothers who couldn’t tell the difference between abuse and protection.)
I swear this isn’t a shot.
We did have an iguana though. I settled and was happy for a while…
Moving on…
Instead, you gathered twenty-seven years of sense you accumulated like gold coins, mushrooms, and stars in Super Mario. Instead, you raced and wrote down wishes most appropriate for a thirty-one year old. A new bed set. Those generational brass vintage plates you saw at the thrift store. You eyed them for thirty-eight days, returning to the store every other day to ensure no one betrayed you. That they were still alive and waiting on your final arrival.
Something felt… off. You were already imagining your childhood wishes. They played out in real time. You felt it. You lived it. When you peeled your eyes back open you were breathing… but not air exactly. You were in a body but not a body. You were in space, but not a space. Am I in reality or some other dimension? Is this the liminal line between the void and the material?
The FUCK is going on!? HOW DO I GET OUT OF THIS VISION LOOP!?
The first intentions of your childhood wishes you wrote down were just movie scenes that kept you entertained and locked into your imagination and intuition. The second time you wrote things down, you stuck to what was realistic. However, both were a part of the revving. When the movie scenes finished playing in your mind, you gathered a piece of brown craft paper, for real this time, a blue permanent thin tip marker, and a magickal oil hand crafted by, Nuna Ma’Khai, your trusted Seer and Poet who merges the arts of poetry and magick. You anointed the palms of your hands with the Full Moon Magick Intention Oil for Pisces from her Saiyonan Etherium.
You hymned and filled the space with prayers and spoken petitions. You added another drop to your feverish fingertips on your dominant hand. You made claim to the length of the marker starting from the base working your way to that glorious tip where the ink spills out. Delightful. You addressed the Divine in reverence, respect, and receptivity on the petition paper after carving your name and birthday at the top right corner. The way your ancestors did when they left traces of their wisdom on the stone walls and caves you dream about.
You set your intention for peace, calmness, positive exposure, world unity, writing opportunities, spiritual fulfillment. The kind of things curious and selfless people patiently wait for with no expectation that things will come carved and stoned in ways the ego interprets. You know that things would cement themselves in divine ways as long as you remain devoted to your craft. As long as you remained curious about life the way a five year old would be. You know that everything is divine and aligns in rhythm to the perfect pulse of the universe.
You already know. You're just remembering.
You have this deep wisdom within you that shows itself in the magic of your desires. You know, with irrefutable and tangible proof, that desire is the stirring of divine direction. That things come into your life in perfect order. Not that you need immediate tangible proof to satisfy your ego’s sense of safety and satiety. It’s deeper than that. And the stirring returned to remind you of this knowing.
For deeper clarity.
The Revving
The revving is the building up of energy moving within you during visualization. It’s the electricity that powers through your palms, the excitement that permeates and dances replacing your heartbeat. It is the rage that slithers up your spine during chaos magick. The humming in your chest when on the verge of a heart centered breakthrough.
— The revving.
It is your thoughts manifested as tingles in the tips of your fingers and pits of your feet. It is the summoning of power fueled by intuitive inspiration, prophetic pulls, and passion that pulls you into the peace within yourself. The revving is the drumming as you prepare for the working.
The visualization process is you tapping into timelines of things that exist through memory or potential. Time travel is fitting here. You went back in time to revisit all the things you yearned for. You made them possible by imagining yourself experiencing the moment. You felt the softness of the black rabbit’s fur, felt the rubber and lifted lines on its wings, and the bumps and ridges along the length of its horns during the process. You then brought yourself to a timeline closer to the present. You focused on the possible with the vibration from the “impossible” permeating throughout the current timeline. Although not “real” in the sense of matter, it was made real because to the mind, there is no difference between imagination and reality. That’s what makes the visualization process powerful. You are seeing and experiencing what already exists in the void. Feeling it.Being it. Pisces — is — the infiniteness and continuity of potential. Your continuous acts of devotion makes space for the landing. The landing of your desires made manifest. This is Virgo.
— Devotion:
It is the conscious choice of sacred giving and continuous offerings on your path of remembrance. It is the choice of religious reverence to the Divine Mother, to yourself, and the reality you are intentionally creating.
Although no space is made for doubt, it sneaks in without warning sometimes.
Sit with the doubt, don’t slap the hoe out the doe!
(I just laughed out loud with no fucks given. It’s not cringe. It’s a real reaction. And if you read that with a certain tone I just know this space is for you.)
The Stirring
The stirring is the first indication that what you set your intention for is arriving. Your five senses don’t catch it first. It’s your intuitive body that receives the signal. With the stirring comes the first spark of potential preparing for manifestation. Remember that what fills you will always fill you. It will never dry up. It will continuously fulfill you as long as your devotion doesn’t run dry. Stay open. Surrendered. Obedient. Magick is your will projected into the universe to create change and manifest your deepest desires. Remember that your desires are directly linked to what the universe wants to experience. Therefore, it will experience.
This is your sign that what you believed to only be a potential will manifest as long as you remain devoted. On days you believe progress is an enemy, remember that progress can be a bit of a prankster and has the power of invisibility. It checks in with you sometimes. Laughing. Sometimes silent. Not that it wants you to suffer. But because the Great Mother wants you prepared to receive the magnitude of the blissings you called in.
Progress is always with you along your path. Sometimes it’s a shadow under a tree giving shade in Texas summer heat. Other times it’s a coral peony in full bloom. It will always show itself as long as you are devoted. And by the time you arrive, progress will have cemented into everything you’ve given selflessly — every wish inspired by potential. Every tear you shed from aching experience. Every moment of your devotion will have manifested in ways your ego believed it couldn’t. The wild part? It will hold colors like the ones you see during a mushroom trip. They’ll be dancing vibrantly. Flamboyantly. In a gay manner. They’ll have rooted into reality to be remembered by those who adore and love you endlessly. That is the miracle.
There may be a moment where after all the activities: the chanting, rituals, prayers, petitions, reflections, that things go quiet. There are moments where an emptiness is carried through the air. It’s walking into an empty church searching for relief, meaning, and comfort. Only the stillness of the pulpit responds to your cries. It is a temple once filled with praying souls gone quite long after you’ve finished your prayers. You open your eyes to discover yourself in solitude. Your tears are the reason you remembered you were there in the first place.
You don’t know whether your acts of devotion, cries, and vulnerable moments reached Her. It’s the moment you exhale into that void, wondering if giving up is more reassuring than silence.
No, love. No.
The silence is the brewing. The preparation of the food and of the dinner table. Remember the wise words of the elders, “Mind your business and go play. Dinner is ready when it’s ready.” The silence is the invitation of play while you wait. The silence is the moment you mind your business.
Synchronicity
After the silence comes synchronicity. People start to become reeeaaaallll familiar. You get those, I feel like I know you from somewhere moments. You’ll be in deep conversation with the cashier at the gas station and receive this overwhelming sense of direction. Numbers start teasing you on the back of license plates on your way to a diner. You “uninstinctively” decide to make a right on 10th street and discover a restaurant in the city you lived in for seven years. You order something sweet, savory, and unfamiliar. You hear three strangers the next table over to the front of you chattering. Key words spill out of their mouths sticking out like limped limbs. The bald man wearing a white graphic shirt stained with a black rabbit with dragon wings and ridged horns says, you know, I waited for a response from the publisher for a week. They want me to write for their blog monthly. And they offered me a brand deal!
The universe isn’t teasing you in these moments. It’s aligning and preparing… you.
It’s reassurance that due to your devotion,
it’s already worked out.
My calling doesn’t begin or end with writing. In fact, it begins in the quiet hours pregnant with inspiration and sparks of eternal light. It begins with the movement of spirit wading within the spaces untouched by hands hindered by sins who reach for salvation like it’s the last drink of wine they’ll ever drown in. The moment my intuition sways like sacred hips tranced in invocation, I surrender. My body becomes the altar. There are moments I am guided through the magickal process — and there are moments I merge as one with The Great Mother. Once merged, magickal essentials, spoken word poems, and written pieces are born.
Each silkened oil, pack of incense, fixed candle, and ritual tool is crafted and blissed to enrich your daily acts of devotion. They are intentionally crafted by hand, blessed by bloodline, and charged by the moon to ensure potent power that aligns with your intentions. These essentials are meant to help you transcend beyond suffering, manifest, and expand your consciousness. The word is breath in motion, the essential is the body grounded in ritual. They are only meant to serve your highest best as you journey your path of remembrance.
— As remembered, so embodied.
The Etherium has lived to serve you for over seven years. The wisdom has been gathered through life experience since my childhood years. Give an offering. Reserve your essentials for your magickal workings here:
Thank you for sharing this space with me. It is an honor to serve you through the Divine.
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