A Valentine’s spell for taking your heart back from a toxic relationship:
Take an apple. With a paring knife, draw a line bisecting it from top to bottom.
Think of a name or sigil to represent you - the whole & healthy you. Carve that into the flesh of one half of the apple...
Think of a name or sigil to represent the person or relationship you need to cut away.
Carve that into the flesh on the opposite side of the apple.
With a sharp kitchen knife, completely split the apple down the middle, following the original line as closely as possible.
Take the half of the apple carved with the name you want to be rid of and THROW IT AWAY AS FAR AS YOU CAN OUTSIDE. Let nature take it. Invite beasts to feast on it.
Read or reflect on the name carved on your remaining half. Eat your half of the apple.
Take yourself back.
This is a ritual I have led at several pagan conventions that I like to call *Kicking Cupid to the Curb*
Because sometimes we need a little help letting go and reclaiming ourselves. ❤️
When performed as a group ritual, you nominate someone to be the keeper of the blade. If they are handy with a meat cleaver or something that has a very visceral appearance, it really adds to the theatrics of the rite.
Each person then gives their apple to the carver.
Here’s a chant I wrote to go with charging the apples for the version performed on February 17, 2013:
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I’m going to share a really hard thing that happened to me in 1996 or so. Not because I want sympathy or anything. But because it is viscerally illustrative of something I fear will happen over the next couple of days on a broader collective level.
Story time.
I often talk about how my grandmother raised me, and how she taught me a lot of valuable lessons about both psychic abilities and skepticism. What I don’t talk about is how incredibly dysfunctional she also was both as a human being and a parent.
Most of my experiences with her are not important. At least, not for this example. But there was one final confrontation that we had when I was in my early 20s that was my ultimate line in the sand.
It also taught me how the family had overlooked her issues for decades.