On February 24th, a coordinated group of individuals apparently staged a mass-hex on President Donald Trump. Like any such endeavor in the current era, it was accompanied by a social media hashtag: #magicresistance.
Author Michael M. Hughes posted the actual spell used on Trump, which he said had been making the rounds online. It began,
A Spell to Bind Donald Trump and All Those Who Abet Him (version 2.0)
To be performed at midnight on every waning crescent moon until he is removed from office. The first ritual takes place Friday evening, February 24th, at the stroke of midnight. This binding spell is open source, and may be modified to fit your preferred spiritual practice or magical system — the critical elements are the simultaneity of the working (midnight, EST—DC, Mar-a-Lago, and Trump Tower NYC time) and the mass energy of participants.
See below for the upcoming dates. Some lodges/covens are doing a variation of this as a group working, while a number of solitary practitioners are planning to connect and livestream via Facebook, Twitter, and other social media.
Among the ingredients of the spell was an “unflattering photo of Trump” and the “tiny stub of an orange candle.”
This story—irresistible to mainstream news—ended up of course contributing to the already tipping point level of paranoia of the far far right, who saw the spell an attack on Christians themselves as well as Trump (a good Christian, to be sure). So, inevitably, prayer groups were formed to “counteract” the hex, all in the name of “Spiritual Warfare.”
Given the most recent turn of events in the Trump White House, Hughes suggests, perhaps the spell worked?
As I’m writing this, the Fall of the House of Trump is all over the news—Sessions’ bald-faced perjury, ongoing revelations of the president’s men’s lies about their contacts with Zelig-esque ambassador Sergey Kislyak, then-Governor Mike Pence’s use of a private email server (that got hacked), and mounting calls for Congress to open serious investigations into Putingate. It’s almost as if the administration got hit with, I don’t know, some kind of massive magical whammy or something.
The use of magic—I personally spell it “magick,” but I realize this tends to induce intense eye-rolling so fuck it—to influence politics is a very ancient and enduring practice. Queen Elizabeth had occultist John Dee (the first Agent oo7) on retainer, both the Allies and the Nazis were hauling hexes over the Atlantic Ocean at each other, and the CIA…well, whether you consider psychic phenomena to be actual occult practice, that’s a matter of semantics. Even Moses fucked up the Egyptians (at least, according to that particular Biblical reality tunnel).
Most recently, we have those who claim that a form of chaos magic—specifically, the use of a cartoon frog meme in conjunction with deep primal deities—helped get Trump elected.
So it would seem only natural that this #magicresistance would take place. Inevitable. And coordinating it online in such a public manner—complete with posting “pics”—is not without precedent. In June of last year, another mass hexing took place, this time against “Stanford Rapist” Brock Turner in retaliation for his light jail sentence. From the now-deleted Facebook page:
Brock Allen Turner we hex you…You will be impotent. You will know constant pain of pine needles in your guts. Food will bring you no sustenance. In water, your lungs will fail you. Sleep will only bring nightmares. Shame will be your mantle. You will meet justice.
The image acts directly on the unconscious mind, conveying whole libraries of information in a single moment, setting up connecting links with other images, other ideas.
I do not want any part of the negative karmic buffet Trump’s got. I don’t want to touch it or get myself insinuated in its general vicinity. I do not want that shit on me! You know when you get something nasty on your hands that you can’t seem to wash off…something with an oily base, perhaps, like poop-plus-motor oil? Do not want.
To curse somebody requires intense concentration upon that person. Now, it doesn’t have to be a hour meditating on how much this or that person is an asshole and how you wish somebody would shove a pineapple up their ass. It could only be a few seconds of intense concentration. But in those few seconds…you are fucking connected to that person! You are reaching across the quantum switchboard and plugging yourself in to where they are, their essence.
It’s the same way as if you were simply angry at someone and hated them. You think about this person all the time, tweet about them all the time, tell everybody you know how much you loathe this individual. As you are doing that—and don’t get me wrong, you may be TOTALLY JUSTIFIED to do all this—you are being connected to that most-hated person.
And so this is why I keep myself at a certain distance from Trump, not only in terms of not hexing him or whatever, but even in terms of what I write about on this website, on social media, etc. I don’t want him “on” me, on my aura. And I don’t think there is anything truly…useful or helpful I could contribute to the world by letting myself get caught up in any of that stuff.
Important point here—that is just me, what I have personally chosen to do. This is my reality tunnel. I could be wrong; horribly wrong. And I certainly am not condemning the people who wish to do “mass-rituals” to bind Trump or whatever; that’s their reality tunnel. Just as…the far-right people who organize the “counter-prayers” are operating from their reality tunnels.
But I do have to ask: what sort of deity or force, if any, looks down on these many spiritual/magical wars happening on the football field of life? Is there something bigger out there than these “sides” in the War, something that stares with moist unblinking (and possibly insectoid) eyes at the fray below?
Because, ultimately, when the dust is cleared and the detritus from the parade has been swept away—this is the larger question we all, collectively, might have to face.
As the doomed character Nancy explains in the 1996 movie The Craft (which, in terms of metaphor, lays out pretty accurately a lot of the pitfalls of practicing magic, especially when mixed with barely-controlled emotions):
If God and the Devil were playing football, Manon would be the stadium that they played on. It would be the sun that shone down on them.
Our definitions of “God” and “Devil,” “good” and “evil”…they are, ultimately unique to the individual and their life-path. But this larger force…called “Manon” in the movie, but certainly postulated by other thinkers and writers for a long time now…I don’t think this larger force gives a shit about what we fight about on Facebook or Twitter, or even what decisions are made in the hallowed governmental offices of the world.
It might be enjoying the show, though.