You can turn anything into a hex, you know.

No one’s stopping you.

When I planned this series for 2026, I wanted it to be a usable expansion of how to make magic your own. Spells for Success takes a lighter and more positive spin on every spell in it. It’s a gentle guide. A hand in yours on the journey.

But magic is something that responds to need and want. There’s a lot of magic in the world and there’s more than the soft and gentle kind.

So this month’s annotated grimoire is the Emotional Portal Spell, but make it a hex.

The Emotional Portal in the deck is a depository to toss your unhelpful feelings. Emotions that cause stress and distress that disregulate your nervous system.

I don’t know about you but lately I’ve been feeling pretty justifiably disregulated, and the portal I have recently made is no longer a furnace for my feelings, but for my enemies.

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It is not enough to grieve, fret, or fluster. It’s not enough to acknowledge harm and then try to softly and swiftly release them into an ethereal beyond.

No, I’m slamming the motherfuckers into the void.

The primary craft of this spell is the mixing of the paint. I stirred it widdershins because I want the people I toss into it to be disoriented and unable to escape. You can also make your own ink if that’s more your style. Crush up charcoal and mix with gum arabic. I just used acrylic paint for mine that I mixed with the following:

• chili powder

• crushed myrrh resin

• lamp black from my candle holders

• crushed match heads

• cayenne

• ink made from dissolved guns

• dove’s blood ink

I also surrounded it with glass I got from a burned out vehicle, hawthorn spikes, and pins.

These were all things I had in my house because I tend to collect stuff. But the real focus is finding sharp, vicious things that add to the piece. Consider the concepts of a snare. Things that have a bit of viciousness to them. You can forage in your house or in your neighborhood. Use the excerise as an expansive opportunity to come up with your own personal volatility.

I am tossing a lot in here these days. Mostly the uttered names of brutal perpetrators, but also my own feelings of guilt and despondancy. Guilt is worthless. It tempers rage, dampens momentum, and is really self indulgent and boring.

It’s very easy to make myself the main character and I know it.

Guilt is not remorse, although it masquerades as something big and sweeping and complex. It doesn’t make a person a better friend, more empathetic, or any fun. So.

Into the portal it goes.

Along with every system and arbitor of harm that wanders the world.

Let the Great Work continue.

Fuck ICE.

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