It's ok to have a savings account - destroying the stereotype of the "broke pagan"

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A Teaching Burn by the Witch Who Knows Money Isn’t the Enemy

Somewhere between the incense stick and the self-help shelf, we let a lie slip into our culture:
that poverty equals purity.

That the “real” witch lives in a shack, eats lentils, and trades candle magic for groceries. That wealth somehow means you sold out.

Let’s stop that nonsense right here.

🕯️ 1. The Broke Pagan Stereotype

It started with good intentions: reject greed, honor simplicity, live close to the land. But what was once humility turned into a curse of smallness.

Too many of us were taught that if we charge for readings, sell spell oils, or make a living off our craft, we’re “commercializing the sacred.”
Meanwhile, the rent doesn’t pay itself, the herbs don’t harvest themselves, and the same people who cry “spiritual integrity!” are getting their astrology from TikTok influencers with brand deals.

You can’t pour from an empty chalice, sweetheart.
And you can’t help your community if you can’t afford to keep your lights on.

💰 2. Money Is Just Energy — and You’re Supposed to Know How to Use Energy

If anyone should understand flow, it’s us.
Money is energy in motion. It’s a tool, a current, a neutral force shaped by intent.

When you treat it like poison, it leaves you.
When you treat it with respect and direction, it grows.

You can dedicate your prosperity work to justice, to family, to your craft — but stop pretending that struggling makes you more spiritual.
That’s not holiness. That’s trauma dressed as humility.

🪶 3. The Modern Pagan Economy

Here’s the truth the old guard didn’t always admit:
our temples are online now, our altars are digital, and every spellbook costs bandwidth.

The financially successful pagan isn’t hoarding coins — they’re circulating them.

  • They pay fair prices for handmade tools.

  • They donate to shelters, libraries, mutual aid.

  • They build sustainable businesses that feed them and their communities.

  • They teach, write, create, mentor, invest, and tithe.

Wealth in our hands means resources directed by people who give a damn.

🌿 4. The Witch Who Owns Her Worth

It’s not just okay to want financial stability — it’s sacred.
Stability gives you freedom to rest, create, and serve without desperation.
A witch with full cupboards and paid bills can focus on the bigger work: healing, teaching, protecting.

That’s what “well-fed priestess” used to mean.
Not gluttony — capability.

So price your labor. Charge what your craft is worth. Let abundance be another name for autonomy.

🜃 5. Building a Better Model

Let’s rewrite the pattern:

  • Mentor witches in budgeting and business ethics.

  • Celebrate those who run successful shops and sanctuaries.

  • Encourage transparent pricing instead of undercharging “for the love of the gods.”

  • Support each other when we charge, instead of shaming each other for it.

You can be spiritual and solvent.
You can be generous and financially literate.
You can wear linen and still check your Roth IRA.

✦ Final Word

The financially successful pagan isn’t greedy — they’re grounded.
They’re proof that wisdom and wealth can coexist, and that prosperity in the hands of witches becomes power with purpose.

Stop apologizing for wanting comfort.
Stop apologizing for thriving.
The gods aren’t asking you to suffer — they’re asking you to steward.

🔥 Burnt Sage & Blunt Truths
Because starving for your spirituality isn’t enlightenment — it’s bad economics.

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