Spirit Northwest 2026 - A Review

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Spirit Northwest 2026 Review

Spirit Northwest 2026 delivered a strong showing in its second year, with several standout presentations that actually pushed the needle instead of rehashing the same recycled material we’ve all heard a hundred times.



The highlight, without question, was Alacias Enger’s work on Financial Manifestation Magick. This wasn’t fluff. This wasn’t “light a green candle and hope for the best.” It was layered, thoughtful, and grounded in the very real—often uncomfortable—truth that manifestation is directly tied to our relationship with money. The depth she brought to the topic was refreshing, and frankly, overdue. It’s the kind of work that deserves to be expanded into a full book, because there’s clearly more there—and people need it.

Laura Davila’s presentation on the Hummingbird—La Chupparosca—and its role in Mexica magics was another standout. It was focused, culturally rooted, and actually educational without feeling like a surface-level overview. You could feel the difference between someone presenting lived, studied tradition versus someone summarizing a Pinterest board.

And then there’s Madame Pamita. Yes, I absolutely fangirled. Her Mysteries of the Vorozhka: Slavic Fortune Telling Secrets session was packed for a reason. The only reason I left early was because I was seated directly under an air conditioning vent and slowly turning into a human icicle—not because the content lost me. Quite the opposite.

The Vendors were all solid. One that stood out to me was Necessary Magic out of Astoria Oregon and it's proprietress Annie. We sat through a psychic skill development class together and I was impressed with her heart for magic, people and the planet. I can't wait to go check out her in person store. You should too. https://www.necessarymagic.com/

The hotel. Beyond solid. Free (for all hotel guests) breakfast that includes cooked to order eggs, nightly 2 free drink reception and munchies in the same place breakfast is served, great pool, wonderful restaurant, Mother's, is on property and very fast, engaging service. I loved it. The rooms are spacious and comfortable and you can tell Hilton has spent alot of money on the renovations of the old Multnomah hotel. What a shining jewel. I can't wait  just to go back there and stay for a long weekend. Stumptown coffee across the street and Voodoo Donuts Catty Corner...I'm so there. 

Now—the less shiny parts.

There was noticeable repetition across several workshops. Four classes in particular felt like carbon copies of each other, split between basic spellwork and introductory psychic development. Very 101. Very safe. That’s not inherently bad, but when you’re attending a conference like this, you expect at least a portion of the content to meet intermediate or advanced practitioners where they actually are. That gap was felt.

The other weak point was what happens after the final speaker wraps at 4 PM—because the answer is: not much. Once the classes end, the energy drops off a cliff. Dinner, a small reception one night, board games another… none of it particularly well attended, and none of it compelling enough to keep people engaged. This is a missed opportunity. A live band, a structured networking event, even something like Pagan speed friending—anything that gets people interacting beyond polite hallway conversations—would elevate the entire experience.

Overall, though? Solid. Especially for a second-year event. The foundation is there, the talent is there, and with a bit more depth in programming and stronger evening engagement, this could very easily become a must-attend gathering.

Year three has real potential.  Find out more here: https://www.spiritnorthwest.com/

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