Not Tampering with that

I’ve been seeing a lot of people diving into natal charts, moon rituals, crystal energy, all that. Everybody acting like life’s answers are written in the stars or whispered by spirits nobody can see. And I just… watch.

That’s not me. Not ever. Not because I don’t notice, not because I don’t think, but because of the blood in my veins and the voices that raised me. My grandmother, Marie would sit me down, eyes steady, and say, “Baby, that path will take you away from the Covenant. Keep your eyes on what God says, not what the stars whisper.” My mom, would back her up every time. Hands on my shoulders, voice firm: “No charm, no spell, no calling on things that can’t call you back.”

Faith like ours is a real, living, binding thing. It says: walk in the light we were taught, respect the unseen with discernment, and never chase what will steer you off course. So, no, I don’t linger over tombstones hoping for messages, I don’t flip charts to see what Mercury is doing, I don’t invite spirits to speak into my life. That’s not curiosity, it’s indulgence, and it was forbidden before I could even think to test it.

And yet, I still watch. I watch the fascination, the wonder, the pull it has on people. I understand it. But I don’t participate. I don’t need to. I’ve got a covenant, a lineage, a legacy that says: my power, my life, my knowing. it comes from staying in alignment, not chasing after what’s shiny and forbidden.