White Magic Curse

Knife Rite to Sever Love Disguised as Enmeshment

Let false love’s binding threads be cut and returned to their source.

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Type
knife
Target
person
Tone
scathing

Opening Reflection

There is a particular sting in realizing that what was offered as love was shaped instead as tethering—threads wrapped too tightly, woven with expectation, disguised as care. This reflection honors the moment you see those bindings for what they are. You are not here to wound or punish, but to cut cleanly through what never should have tied itself to your ribs. In this rite, the knife is not violence; it is clarity made sharp. You sever only the illusions that blurred your sense of self, returning the grasp of enmeshment to the hands that forged it.

Invocation

Let false love’s binding threads be cut and returned to their source.

Method

Sit in a quiet place where the air feels still and your breath can settle. Place a small object before you—a stone, a spoon, anything that carries weight and steadiness in your palm. Close your eyes and imagine the bindings of enmeshment wrapped around your torso: threads posing as affection, concern disguised as ownership, closeness shaped to control. As you inhale, feel your own center strengthen. As you exhale, envision a thin, luminous blade forming in your dominant hand—not a weapon, but a boundary sharpened by truth. Raise this imagined knife and cut through one thread at a time, watching each strand dissolve into faint smoke as it severs. Speak softly of sensation: where the threads pressed, where breathing once felt tight. You are not speaking of the person, only of the hold they claimed. With each cut, guide the smoke back to its origin—what was theirs returns, what is yours remains untouched. When the final thread loosens, lower the knife and breathe deeply into new space.

Closure & Aftercare

Sit with the newfound lightness around your ribs. Notice how breathing feels when you are not being pulled in directions that are not your own. You have not severed love—you have severed distortion. What remains is your autonomy, quiet and steady. Rise when ready, carrying the truth that real love never binds you to the point of losing yourself.

Safety Notes

If emotions rise sharply, pause and ground through slow, deliberate breaths.

Journaling Follow-up

Write about where the threads felt tightest and how it feels now.