My magic has been in the works for many years. I started as a young girl in love with the moon, my cat, my witchy mama with her kitchen full of plants, my Pentecostal upbringing, and worship-filled revivals. Every first Sunday, we wore all white, anointed our heads with oil and sang praises to the Most High at our altar. My magical journey at the altar.
In ancient times oil was a luxury and a symbol of wealth. While others were draped in darkness, those with oil to burn had light to work, travel, see, study etc. In present times, those blessed to work with oils see their magic work amplified, their psychic abilities increased, their lives anointed. Oils, like waters, carry prayers and intentions well.