I used to think I was just a shitty witch cuz all my spells took so long - making me question whether what I considered “results” were manifestations of spellwork or coincidence. This was until just very recently. I did a spell on the 30th, and it manifested as early as the 2nd. To add to that, this spell was a one-shot working, which I don’t believe in (I believe in repeating spellwork until they manifest, and that once is almost never enough). This is tremendous progress from taking MONTHS before seeing a spell come to reality.
This, of course, made me question what in the spell was so special and so right that I went from Bonnie Bennett to Fiona Goode. Simple: I grounded my spell.
Have a complete grasp of the spell in the astral. Your spell at the moment is like a really dense cloud of energy and power. Have a full mental grasp of that entire abstract “cloud”. It may or may not look like an actual cloud - it’s just an analogy.
Pull and drag it down into the physical plane. I clenched my fist - grasping the spell - and pulled downward towards myself. Feel that you are dragging the whole spell into manifestation into your reality.
Feel that you are living in your spell. You’ve already dragged it down from the astral and into reality. Congratulations. Congratulate yourself. Feel the reality you live in as being the spell you’ve envisioned and cast.
For Step 1: You have to finish a spell before grounding it because what you’ll be grounding is the spell you’ve finished. I think this should be simple enough.
For Step 2: Mentally grasping the spell is like throwing a net. You have to be specific with what you’re dragging into manifestation. You also wanna make sure that you’ve covered everything that you want to manifest.
For Step 3: Like I’ve mentioned earlier, spells are really just dense clouds that linger on the astral when they’ve been cast. They’ll find their way
into manifesting eventually somehow, but you can be the agent of that
manifestation. By pulling astral matter into physical existence, you’ve
effectively manifested your own magick. The whole point of magick is to bring your thoughts to manifest into the physical world. Dragging them into the physical with your power and skill through this method does that.
For Step 4: There’s two ways of looking at this. By dragging a spell into the physical, you would, of course, feel as though you’re living in it. You’re living within the manifested reality that you’ve worked magickally to come to be. Step 4 is almost a knee-jerk reaction to Step 3; you would feel a spell if you pull it into the physical.
The Law of Attraction also talks about putting yourself in the disposition of receiving that which you want. This doesn’t only go for the positive, but also for the negative. If you believe that you will fail, you will think as though you’ve failed, act as though you’ve failed, and effectively become a failure. By mentally living “inside your spell”, so to speak. So, by living your spell, you bring it into manifestation by syncing your mundane actions with your magickal work.
“No wonder you can’t do it; you acquiesce to defeat before you even begin.“ -Pai Mei
On Bonnie Bennett and the Mistreatment of Beloved Characters of Color
I remember when the official trailer came out for The Vampire Diaries back in 2009. I was in the eighth grade, possibly sitting on my living room floor in front of the tv, distracted by my homework. When suddenly a Black girl crossed the screen. I did not have the vocabulary I did as a 12/13 yr old that I now have, but I knew desperately needed representation when I saw it. I was already interested in TVD because as I child, I was really into fantasy/sci fi genre. But seeing Bonnie Bennett, and then finding out she was a witch put the icing on the cake.
Miraculously, I watched TVD for eight straight years. Always telling myself that I would stop, but I kept hanging on. I don’t know exactly why, but I believe it had a lot to do with seeing the end to Bonnie’s story. And now that I have, I got A LOT of things to say.
Bonnie Bennett was originally Bonnie McCullough in the TVD book series written by L.J. Smith. She was white with bright red hair and hazel eyes. With the series being adapted into television, the writers and producers decided to bring diversity to the main cast and casted Kat Graham, a biracial Black woman. And you can guess how mad the book fandom was about that.
First, lets discuss black characters in TVD, because for the most part, besides Bonnie and her family members (all light skinned) who all die, with the exception of her mother who gets turned into a vampire and disappears, black characters are absent. There was Luca and Jonas. Two male warlocks who befriended Bonnie, only to use her. She got comfortable with them, finally being able to talk to someone about her abilities, and they turned out to be bad people, or at least that was how they were framed. Luca was killed by Damon. Jonas was killed by Katherine. When Jonas is murdered, Bonnie tells Katherine that she didn’t have to kill him. Katherine disagrees. They are disposable.
Remember Lucy Bennett? Another one of Katherine’s pawns who is killed off after serving her purpose? Or what about Qetsiyah? The baddest witch of them all who created an immortality elixir for her true love (Stefan’s doppleganger) and was later betrayed by that true love who gave her dosage to Amara (Elena’s doppleganger)? Or what about that time they made the literal devil a dark skinned Black man?!
As you can see there was no variety in the representation of Black characters. There were bad Black characters who were eventually killed off and then there was Bonnie. Nothing less and nothing more.
So what did they do with their only Black main character? They treated her like absolute shit and never gave her a story line of her own. Bonnie was a tool to help other characters through their plights while simultaneously enduring emotional turmoil.
There are so many times when Bonnie literally saved everyone in Mystic Falls, including people who scorned her like Damon and Stefan Salvatore. I can’t count on my two hands alone how many times Bonnie was superwoman. She was always willing to literally sacrifice herself for other characters. She was always too ready to submit to death if it meant saving those around her. Bonnie was never concerned with saving herself. She was overtly strong, even up to her very last epic scene, taking on hellfire on her own. She embodied the strong Black woman trope far too many times and was never allowed a day off. Someone somewhere always needed her to use her.
Who could forget the season when Bonnie was made into the anchor. We watched her go through physical pain, time and time again. We watched her die, multiple times. We even watched her lose her magic, an extremely crucial part of her identity. Bonnie often felt like a character who was floating from place to place in the background, only brought to the forefront when someone needed something fixed, or when someone needed to dump their pain and suffering onto her.
Now, let’s talk about Bonnie’s non existent love life. She fell in love with Jeremy Gilbert, Elena’s little brother, who never got over his exes, Vicky and Annabelle (another character of color killed off after a short life). I mean the dude quite literally cheated on her with their ghosts. Bonnie’s next “epic love” was Enzo, another generic male character (white passing) with a troubled past. But for some reason, people shipped Bamon for the LONGEST even though he used Bonnie and treated her like shit as well. Remember when Damon hesitated with the decision of killing Bonnie after Kai linked her with Elena? Remember how Damon decided not to kill Bonnie because of Elena and not because, well I don’t know, Bonnie is a person who deserves life? Remember when Bonnie was left behind in the prison world, fighting Kai while Damon, of all people, got to escape? And remember when people lost their shit at the idea of Bonnie choosing Enzo (and herself) over Damon?
Nonetheless, things were starting to look up for Bonnie with Enzo. He was going to take the cure, they were going to live a long happy life together. But then Stefan violently kills him and in the midst of her intense anguish and pain, Bonnie takes the cure she was going to use for Enzo and uses it on Stefan, saving him and Elena (who he was going to kill) once again. Even after what Stefan did, Caroline expected Bonnie to come to their wedding, celebrating Caroline’s fairytale with a person who destroyed hers.
I watched the series finale. I saw the end to every character I had grown to like and hate over the past eight years. Everyone got their happy ending, except Bonnie. Bonnie’s arch ends with her vowing to follow Enzo’s advice and travel the world and be happy. She doesn’t get the epic romance that is awarded to everyone else. And before you mention Stefan’s death, Caroline is not alone. Klaus, as he promised, will be her last love. Elena and Damon are together. Bonnie, however…again…is alone. However cliche it may be, we don’t get to see her walking towards the sunset with the love of her life. We don’t even get to see her following her dreams. We don’t know what Bonnie’s dreams are. We only know that she is still living for someone else.
I wanted so much for Bonnie Bennett. I wanted the world for her, as she often gave the world to so many others. But that wasn’t her case. The writers of TVD really failed her. She was treated as a good, loyal, pet, but was never allowed to shine in her own right.
But I’ve learned to stop putting so much expectations into characters of color written by white people. Eleven times out of ten, they never do our stories justice. But in a genre where Black girls rarely every see themselves, I can admit, I did expect so much more. I can also admit that the treatment of Bonnie’s character and other characters of color still hurts.
I expected more for Glenn, and Poussey, and Lincoln, and countless others. I am currently and nervously biting my nails for Raven Reyes from the 100 who seems to be becoming a martyr. I feel the same for Sasha from TWD after last Sundays episode.
With all that being said writers should know that we don’t want to see these characters persecuted. We don’t want them to become martyrs. We don’t want them to orbit other characters. We want them to be treated like the Sun.
Klaus took a bite of his lemon peppered chicken. “Is it agreed?” The hybrid looked across from him and the his brother to the Salvatore brothers.
“I’m in.” Damon raised his glass to take a sip of his bourbon. “I’m all in.”
“Okay.” Stefan shrugged. “I’m in.” He raised his index finger in the air. “But first, rules.” Klaus and Damon rolled their eyes. “There’s only one.” Stefan eyes harden staring at the Original Hybrid. “No tricks.”
Damon eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Tricks?”
“He knows what I’m talking about, don’t you Klaus?” Stefan twirled the silver knife between his fingers. “I remember everything from the 20’s and I certainly remember you didn’t play fair.”
Klaus red lips curled malevolently. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, old friend.”
“Oh come now, you know that’s not true. We all know how you get when you really want something, Niklaus.” Elijah grinned down at his untouched plate then back to the youngest Salvatore but continue to talk to Klaus. “You have grown quite…possessive over thing and people you want. Your possessiveness and jealousy do at time lead to unfair play.” He thought for a moment. “Or a pile of tattered bodies and blood.”
“What can I say?” Klaus shrugged his shoulder. “I have a temper.”
“With that being said, you have my word that my brother will stay in line.” Elijah leaned forward with his elbows on the table and knuckles under his chin. “No tricks.”
“See, Stefan.” The eldest Salvatore patted his brother’s back. “This is a gentlemen’s deal and these gentlemen,” He turned to Klaus and Elijah. “Will keep their word.”
“That we will.”
“Good.” Damon sat back in his seat then took a bite of his steak. “Now that it’s settled, I think it’s only fair that we go first.”
Klaus snorted. “And why would we let you do that? You already have your hooks in her.”
“Oh what was that?” Damon cupped his ear. “Stefan did you hear that? Is that…is that a excuse I hear?”
Before Stefan could reply, Elijah spoke. “There is no problem. You will go first. Isn’t that right, Niklaus?” Klaus stayed silent. “Isn’t that right, Niklaus?” He repeated.
Klaus rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He wiped his mouth with his napkin and slammed it on the table. “You can go first….” A coy smile curled on his lips. “Besides, it will be much sweeter when we have her in the end.”
“Indeed.” Elijah grinned and tapped his glass with Klaus’.
Stefan picked at his cloth, never taking his eyes off the hybrid. “Bonnie is ours.”
Klaus tilted his head to the side. “You think so?”
“Bonnie is already ours, Balto” Damon sneered. “It’s you that needs reminding.”
“I think it’s you children that needs reminding,” Elijah twists his daylight ring with his thumb. “She already ours, you just refuse to see it.”
“She never been yours.” Klaus’ eyes darken.
“She belongs with us.” Damon let his voice rise. “She belongs with us in Mystic Falls. She’s our witch.”
“Not anymore.” Elijah twinged his lips sourly. “You lost chance after chance. She forgave you many times before and time and time again, you fail.”
“Rendering you as the dull suitors.” Klaus beamed.
“You treat her as if her life doesn’t matter. Only needed when you need her magic. You use her and throw her away until she is ready to be used again.”
“That’s not -”
“No wonder she ran to us.”
Stefan chuckled humorlessly. “More like brainwashed her.”
“What was that, Elijah?” Klaus cupped his ear. “Is that…is that excuses I hear?”
“I believe so, brother.”
“We love Bonnie.” Stefan responded hotly?
“You have a funny way of showing it, mate. I mean you two are the one who lost her.” Klaus took another bite of his chicken. “It’s not our fault you let her slip through your fingers back in Nova Scotia. Then let’s not forget you two panting pathetically in heat for the doppelganger for all this time.” Klaus pushed his plate away. “Be honest. You two didn’t start wanting Bonnie until she came to us.”
“We were the ones that took her in.” Elijah shook his head. “We cherished her. Cared for her. Loved her.” He leaned forward, brown eyes glowing in the candlelight. “Could either of you say the same.”
“She’ll come back to us.” Damon tilted his glass of bourbon back and forth. “We won’t lose her again.”
“And this time we won’t let her go.” Stefan leaned over the table meeting Klaus’ irate face. “This time we’ll make sure you’ll never have her again.”
“We’ll see, old friend.”
“Shame on you naughty boys…”
The tension around the table melted away hearing the uninvited voice. The four vampires turned towards the entrance seeing Rebekah and Katherine walking into the dining room.
“How come we weren’t invited?” Katherine pouted cutely.
“That’s because you weren’t invited, Kitty Kat.” Damon stabbed his broccoli with his fork.
“What are you doing here, Katherine?” Stefan finally asked.
“You as well Rebekah.” Elijah narrowed his eyes at his sister. He didn’t like the mischief look in her eyes.
“Well…” The female Mikaelson sashayed over to the dinner table. “We want in.”
“In on what, exactly?”
“On having the Bennett witch.” Katherine answered sliding up beside Rebekah.
Klaus arched his brow. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Rebekah took a piece of his brother’s chicken, which he was not happy about. “So what do you say gentlemen? Feel like adding us to the pool?”
“Or are you too scared that Bon Bon would like us better?” Katherine grinned evilly. “It’s okay to admit defeat early in the game. No judging here boys, right Bekah?”
“Right. So…” Rebekah folded her arms tightly over her chest, hips jutted out. “What do you say? Feel like having a little competition?”
Both Salvatore and Mikaelson faced each other over the dinner table and shared a knowing grin thinking one thing.
Winning Bonnie Bennett’s heart was going to be a lot more fun than they thought.
“Still, I see your face and wonder Were You once an outcast, too?”
Alan Menken/ Stephen Schwartz, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, God Help the Outcasts
Once a refuge for any and all, Notre-Dame de Paris has fallen under the control of tyrants and witch hunters. Adopted by a traveling band of witches after her parents’ execution and now making her living as a street dancer, Bonnie Bennett dreams of a day when all can walk free beneath the spires of Notre-Dame. Imprisoned for centuries in the dungeons below, hybrid Niklaus Mikaelson gave up any hope for freedom long ago, until one night he hears a voice lifted in song, a young witch’s prayer for her people, for all supernatural kind.