My Life Changing Witchcraft Ceremony In Siquijor, Philippines

If you watched a lot of fairytales when you were a kid, you are probably one of those people who hated the witches.

Witches are usually portrayed as antagonists. They are often perceived as ugly, hateful, envious, miserable, and evil beings. They destroy the lives of those gorgeous princesses that you adore, that’s why you developed a fear and hatred of them.

Let’s admit it. We, women, wanted to be princesses. Nobody ever wants to be the witch. But have you ever thought of knowing the truth behind witches, healers, and shamans? Fantasies and fairytales aside, I’m talking about the real deal.

Would you believe if I tell you, that I had an encounter with legitimate witches?

Let’s get straight to the point. This topic revolves around witches, healers, and magic. If this topic tickles your curiosity, then this article is meant for you. If it challenges your beliefs, great!

This is one of my extraordinary experiences that not many people can easily grasp. As a matter of fact, I only confessed this to a few people, I can even count them with my fingers.

Out of those few people, only one person pushed me to write about it. So here you have it, my life-changing experience in a witchcraft ceremony.

Herbs for a ritual.

How I experienced my calling to Siquijor

Never in my life I thought about a witch encounter, but the universe has a funny way of leading us to the unanticipated.

I was going through one of my toughest battles when the universe communicated with me through a dream.

One evening, I woke up from a dream where I was in a beautiful city with pristine beaches and green mountains, dancing with witches. The image of the witches in my dream was very typical. They were dancing while wearing their black dresses and their iconic hats, with their brooms in their hands.

The dream was so vivid that, until now, I am still able to recall every detail of it, even the song I heard while dancing.

The dream was so enticing that it haunted me, but in a good way. So I went straight to my phone and searched for this city, based off from what I saw and experienced in the dream.

The very first result that came up was Siquijor.

What is Siquijor? The enchanted island of the Philippines

Siquijor is popularly known as the enchanted island of the Philippines. Others also call it ‘Mystic Island’, or the ‘Island of Witches and Healers’.

In this city is where you can find the very famous love potion, also, elixirs, healing stones, lucky charms, and spell cards. People with illnesses and those who are going through something rough often come to the island to experience this mysterious, yet effective way of healing.

This is their culture. Healing is their trademark. But with the bad image of witchcraft and healing created by this doomed society, unfortunately, witches and healers have to suffer from being feared and judged.

Siquijor is now modernized but the people had maintained these traditional ways of healing, and that’s what makes the island a mysterious one. It started to become an attraction to those who are open minded and curious.

Knowing something very interesting about Siquijor that evening, it tickled my curiosity so much that I instantly found myself packing my bags. I left at 10 in the evening and went straight to the bus station. After almost 8 hours of land and sea travelling, I arrived.

When I first set my foot on the island, I felt the enchantment instantly. Imagine being welcomed by this mesmerizing white powdery sand and crystal blue water. Everywhere you look, there are palm trees. It’s like paradise with some sort of positive energy poking you and repeatedly whispering ‘You are home’.

How I met my untamed self in Siquijor

I stayed in a hostel which was next to the beach, where I met a lot of people. Locals, tourists, and most especially, I met the wild and unstoppable side of me. I have travelled solo a few times before this, but this one seemed to be different.

The city itself is rich in attractions such as beaches, caves, sanctuaries, and waterfalls. During the day, I explored the island and did a lot of activities with different people. During the night, all I did was drink alcohol and smoke weed with other tourists.

I could taste freedom from alcohol, and heaven from weed. It helped me escape the pain I was experiencing, after leaving a difficult abusive marriage. You can read about that experience here if you like.

The third night, I had too much of what we call fun. I passed out before I could even get to my room. The morning after that, three people woke me up while I was asleep on the ground in front of my room. They helped me that day, and ended up telling me about an area where some healers and witches are located.

Out of curiosity, I asked them about witches and healers. I wanted to experience what it’s like to be under their spell.

Without any hesitation, they gave me as much information as they could about a ceremony being performed by witches and healers for individuals like me. Sounds vague, but I didn’t feel any negative energy from those people. So I decided to push this quest through with just a simple assurance of ‘you’ll be fine’ from them.

It may also sound weird that I didn’t have any second thoughts. Well, at that time, I was hungry for answers. I didn’t care if the outcome would be positive or negative. It’s safe to say that I was ready for everything, even death at that point.

The next day, August 22nd 2017, I was told that the ceremony will start at six thirty in the evening. I left the hostel at five thirty. Without any special preparation, I proceeded to the address given by the person I was in contact with. It took me less than an hour to get there.

The introduction with the witches and healer

When I arrived, I was welcomed by this massive century-old tree and a natural spring that flows underneath it. How the water flows there is a mystery, even to the locals.

There were two other people waiting. They weren’t talking to each other, and they both looked tense, so I didn’t say a word. Plus, I was so occupied by the beauty that’s under my nose, that I couldn’t stop feeding my eyes.

A few minutes later, two other people came, and they both looked happy to see us there first. Before we could start talking, another person approached us and told us to follow her. There was a mini campsite-like spot where the five of us were gathered for a briefing with two witches and a healer.

The witches looked like normal people, contrary to how society portrays them. No huge noses and long nails. Their clothes weren’t black. They were wearing bright colored, long sleeved shirts, and ordinary pairs of pants. They all looked pleasant, and their smiles were so warm.

We introduced ourselves a little bit, then the healer asked us our reasons why we came. After a moment, we just stared at each other, and what’s even more weird was that we all muttered “I don’t know” at the same time.

We all laughed, but the witches and the healer were surprised. All the people they accommodated before us had specific reasons. We were there waiting for a surprise from the universe, hoping for something ‘good’ to happen.

Beginning the witchcraft ceremony

First, we started by asking permission from the century-old tree. The tree is known for being an ancient dwelling of mystical creatures and spirits that guide the witches and healers.

After surrounding the tree, the two witches, along with two other ladies, started humming angelically while the healer was chanting and praying in some sort of relatively Spanish dialect. Then, he signaled the witches, and told us that we could proceed.

After that, we went back to the area where we had the briefing. There were colorful traditional mats on the floor, one for each participant, circling a bigger one with a small ceramic pot on it. There were no voodoo dolls, needles, brooms, or cauldron, so I felt at ease knowing that I wouldn’t be someone’s dinner that evening.

We all sat on the mats and had a little pep talk. We were told that anything can surface. Fears, traumas, insecurities, and negativities that we have been holding onto. This dropped my heart to the ground and my hands were instantly frozen.

If being drunk and stoned for three consecutive nights is considered preparation, I could just simply jump into fire and swim in it.

The ceremony started before I could spit out the words of withdrawal that were already on the tip of my tongue. The witches started humming and singing again, and suddenly, my anxiety vanished. Their voices transported me to euphoria at light speed.

The ‘mother witch’ lit a coconut husk, and put it into the ceramic pot. She dropped some crystals into the fire as she was muttering something in Spanish, followed by some herbs, twigs, and some liquid. As the fire subsided, it released an aromatic smoke.

The smell was so exquisite and godlike. It was like a mixture of every fragrance or scent that exists on this planet, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and feel pleasure as it travelled through my nose.

When the witchcraft ceremony transported me back to my childhood

The healer kept praying as we went through the unknown ascension. As the smell lingered, I started feeling extremely light. I saw my hands moving but I couldn’t feel them. It was like I was an entity that got separated from my own physical body, merrily performing telekinesis to it.

I influenced my body to dance, and it did gracefully. I saw my body move to the sounds of nature. She was so beautiful and so perfect, and I have never felt so in love with my body like that before.

In this stage, I was also brought back to my childhood. I had an awesome childhood, and I am forever grateful for it. I saw the toys that I used to play with being brought back to life in front of me. The shapes were floating slowly, forming into something that was part of my child version.

The wooden blocks, the Lego’s, the mini piano that my mom gave me on my eighth birthday, all the McDonald’s happy meal toys that we got as prizes every Sunday, the bicycle that got me in trouble. Everything. They all appeared in front of me.

Besides that, there was also a compilation of all the good memories from my childhood. One of them was my sixth birthday where my childhood sweetheart gave me 2 tulip printed mini hankies. One was yellow, the other one was pink. I couldn’t stop blushing.

I saw the tulips dancing and changing colors. My mom was also there giving me hugs and kisses. I also saw my dad giving me some cash. The colors were so bright, and it was like I was in an amusement park. Suddenly, the images turned into slow-motioned animations, and I was sucked back into reality.

Negative energies and purging in the witchcraft ceremony

As I was starting to get my senses back, there was this tingling sound which slowly transitioned into a loud scream. The scream was coming from one of the participants.

It was like a scream of being possessed. Her cry was so intense, which gave me goosebumps. Suddenly, I felt the negative energies crawling through my veins. The witch told us that the participant was purging, and she needed our positive energies to fight the negative ones, by giving her love. The four of us didn’t know what to do. We didn’t see this coming.

I was confused and scared. Plus, I was frustrated because my awesome experience was interrupted. The healer then asked us to close our eyes. Closing my eyes was a bit of a challenge because of the century-old tree that was in my peripheral view. There was something else that I saw in my peripheral vision, but when I glanced at it, there was absolutely nothing but the tree.

It was so disturbing that I decided to switch views. I decided to observe the person purging, and the witch didn’t stop me. The lady was curled on the mat trying to find comfort as she was crying. As I was watching her, I felt her sadness and pain.

I felt compassion and I wanted to comfort her by giving her a hug. What surprised me was when the healer approached me, tapped my back, and told me to go comfort her. I did, but after maybe a couple of minutes, the witch asked me to go back to my space so we could continue.

This stage taught me about negative energies, and that love is the best remedy. If we learn to give more love, these negative energies can never penetrate us. Also, we can get distracted so many times, but our journey must continue.

How the ceremony helped me confront my inner child

I settled back onto my mat, and saw the other three people meditating. The witch told us that she was going to repeat the process, and to be ready.

I watched the witch drop and pour different stuff into the fire, and as it released the smoke, I couldn’t smell the aromatic scent that I was expecting. Where did it go? I moved my hands, and I could feel them. I could feel my whole body, not like the first stage where I had it really nice and easy. Was it just my imagination? I wanted to go back to the first stage, but it was clearly impossible.

So I started crying because I couldn’t get what I wanted. I felt like something was wrong and I needed to figure it out, or else I wouldn’t have that great feeling again. I kept crying until I realized that it was my inner child that surfaced.

My inner child was spoilt, stubborn, and bratty. At that point, I knew, I needed to confront her. I spoke to her, and made her understand that some things we want, or desire, aren’t meant for us, and we should learn to let go.

She was still a little bit stubborn. She was blaming her parents for spoiling her, so I let her cry out her frustrations. Then, I asked her the question “would you be a happy child if you have different parents?”

In a split second, she started crying louder as she was brought back to the times when she felt so loved. She realized she has the best parents in the world, and she has to stop blaming them.

My inner child also asked for forgiveness, and we made a pact to never let that side of us control us again. I forgave her and as I released her, it also gave me a pleasant feeling.

How witchcraft helped me confront my traumas

The pleasant feeling didn’t last for long as I heard a couple fighting from somewhere close. I heard thudding sounds like someone was being beaten. I was trying to tell everyone about it, and that I didn’t like what I was hearing. But no one could hear me. They all seemed oblivious.

I wanted to withdraw myself, but everything just turned pitch black. Suddenly I was blinded and the more I was covering my ears, the more sensitive they became. I could hear every movement of the trees and plants near me. My heart was pumping like a drum, and I could hear every beat together with every breath I was taking.

The sounds were becoming more spine-chilling as I resisted. There was no way I could control it, so I just surrendered. As I was surrendering, I heard the sounds distorting. Finally, there was silence.

I sighed out of relief, but I was wrong for thinking that it was the end. It was just the beginning of the most difficult and terrifying, but worth it part of the witchcraft ceremony.

I started hearing the couple fighting, the second time. But this time, there was clarity in the sounds the woman was making. “Please, don’t hurt me”, “I’m begging you”, “have mercy”, “please, stop”. Every plead was sharp, stabbing me like a knife.

The woman in this vision was crying heavily, she needed help. I wanted to find her and help her, but her voice and her words started to become more familiar. As her voice was getting louder, I came to full recognition, and it struck me even harder.

It was my voice that I was hearing the whole time. Those words were the words I uttered when I was sexually and domestically abused. Besides that, I could also hear the slaps and thuds when I was beaten.

The experience became even worse when I heard my son’s voice echoing. He was looking for me, calling for me, but he couldn’t find me. The sounds kept repeating and I couldn’t take it anymore, listening to the soundtrack of my own misfortunes.

Surrendering to the experience

As I fully surrendered to the experience, tears flowed like a river. My broken heart just kept breaking for myself. I felt sorry for her, for going through abuse, but at the same time, I resented myself for being so weak. For being so naïve, and for tolerating the abuse for years.

The resentment was helping me with the confrontation, and for the last time, I heard myself cry again. A cry of someone hungry for love and affection. The resentment suddenly turned into compassion and forgiveness. All the while, I have accepted myself, but always denied myself of forgiveness.

At that point, I realized, the life that I desire will never be handed over to me if I don’t free myself from blame, guilt, and punishment.

I shed many tears in this stage. I was an inch closer to being misophonic, but I did what I needed to do, forgive, and absolve myself.

It wasn’t as easy as telling it to yourself verbally. It doesn’t work like that. The numerous intense mental and emotional validation, denial and resistance had to occur before the clearance. It’s usually easy for us to say don’t deny or don’t resist, but trust me, once you are in the spotlight, denial and resistance prevail.

Perhaps, the programming of denial and resistance in the human brain was constructed strategically to make life lessons the hardest to learn. That means, there’s a huge tendency of getting stuck there, so do yourself a favor by surrendering, to allow growth and change to happen.

The closing of the ceremony

After going through the roughest part of the witchcraft ceremony, I found myself laying on the mat. I was still crying, but everything changed when the godlike smell started to linger again. It cleared my blocked nose, and gave me the urge to meditate.

I positioned myself comfortably.

As I was approaching the meditative state, I heard my son’s voice saying that I needed to rest. That was the most comforting message I have heard my whole life. An affirmation of love from someone I had to abandon for a while in order to reconstruct myself.

My son’s soft and innocent voice brought the peace and tranquility back. I was able to get to the state where my mind was one with my body and soul.

I took the opportunity to claim my reward. My reward was freedom from all the chains that I have strangled myself with for years. I have had enough of it.

There was still a long ways to go, but for the time being, I enjoyed the bliss of being free. Finally, I savored the little moment of unwinding, before heading back to reality.

Winding down and ending the witchcraft ceremony

I opened my eyes, and was glad to see everyone still in human form. I did a reality check, still human. Not a frog, not a bug. I was the last one to finish, so I joined everyone as they enjoyed the simple snack the healer prepared for us in front of the bonfire.

For some weird reason, all of the participants in the ceremony were all comfortable with one other. We started sharing our life stories, and shocking revelations transpired.

The most shocking one was from the person I comforted while she was purging. She was raped by her father for fifteen years and for the first time in her life, she was able to release some of her pain and her suffering.

I wanted to cry when I heard her story, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I thought that finally, she’s free from her chains too, and I should be happy for her.

Before we departed the ceremony, the witches and the healer prayed for us, one last time. After that, they told us not to divulge their information to many people.

The healer asked us nicely if we can get rid of their contact numbers on our mobile phones, which we did, as they do not want other people who don’t understand what they are doing to ruin their peaceful lives.

I was waiting for everyone as they prepared for departure. One of the witches sat next to me, and we talked for a while. I remember she told me that in three years, I will find myself standing in front of the person who will love me forever.

I just smiled, but she gave me a hug and whispered “you have a big future. Just trust yourself”. That was such an extraordinary and memorable experience.

Integrating the ritual and departing Siquijor

When I checked the time, it was past eight in the evening. The ritual felt like it went for so much longer. That’s another mystery which doesn’t require answers.

All of the participants in the ceremony arrived at the ritual site carrying heavy baggage, but we all departed carrying nothing but the lightness the universe rewarded us with.

We all decided to spend the night at a resort which was about twenty-five minutes away on foot. There was a bonfire, and as we all conversed deeply with each other, our friendship deepened.

We all just met but we unveiled our secrets without hesitation. As we were laying on the sand, watching the stars, one of us opened their phone and decided to play some songs. You know what’s mind-blowing? The first song that played was the same song that I remember from my dream. Dreams really do come true, and destiny is real.

Fast forward three years, I found that person the witch told me who will love me forever. One morning, I woke up, I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, and there she was.

I saw my beautiful reflection. I saw love and I felt love. The love that I have been looking for my whole life. The self-love that I have been depriving myself of for such a long time.

While looking at the woman in the mirror, her eyes spoke to me. Her eyes were telling me that she will love me forever, despite whatever circumstances.

Do evil or malevolent witches and shamans exist?

Generally, witches, healers, and shamans aren’t evil. They are highly spiritually developed people who have amazing gifts to help and heal. At that stage of their spiritual evolution, most witches are benevolent, and are here on this planet to serve people, and the collective humanity. But to be fair, they also have the potential to be malevolent. We are all human after all.

Some witches do became evil, mostly because of the cruelty of our society. Maybe for some people, power goes to their head, and they use their magic for darker purposes. The same applies to ordinary people. We are also capable of being evil and abusing power.

I grew up in a country where condemnation of witches and healers is part of the culture. I was also led to believe that they were appointed in this world by Satan, alongside other supernatural and mystical creatures to maintain the power of evil, as he hibernates for the uprising.

Now that I’m a grown up, why am I witnessing an evil uprising caused by ordinary people? Why do I feel like the power of evil is strengthened by people like me who don’t know any magic spells? Perhaps evil exists, but there is definitely more of it in regular people than witches and shamans.

Did witches cause mass shootings? Why are there victims of rape and abuse? Why is the world suffering and why is there corruption and destruction in every country? These questions hopefully make you think twice about speaking ill about these gifted spiritual warriors, and make you look around and reassess every situation.

Where does witchcraft stand with religion?

The witchcraft ritual and experience that I had also changed my perspectives towards religion. It made me realize that my whole life, I was blinded by society.

I’ve witnessed some people of religion despise witches, healers, and shamans, but not really evolving with their own rituals and practices. It’s usually the modern religious and spiritual figures who are the darkest. They attack each other. They compete just to prove to the whole world that what they believe in is right.

Religion is meant to be a gift, an entrance point to spirituality, and it was supposed to be one of the best things that ever happened to mankind in a spiritual aspect, but people started misinterpreting its beauty.

It’s not the witches and shamans that you need to watch out for. It’s the people who attack one another, deceive, manipulate, and coerce people to believe what they believe.

Those people who are perceived as evil by the majority did something amazing that revived five lost souls, and helped them get back on their own tracks to better lives. The witches that I encountered are true believers of god. They are gifted individuals, and to me, they deserve respect, and they should not be feared.

I will forever treasure the experience. If I’d be given the chance to do it again, I wouldn’t have any second thoughts. That magnificent encounter was indeed a blessing, and I couldn’t be more grateful to be a living testament of the fascinating and life-changing power of witches and healers.

What is the connection between witchcraft and spirituality?

I believe that the main purpose of every spiritual practice or ceremony that we take part in is to help us be aligned with our spiritual selves. We need to align with our spiritual selves so that we can ascend to our highest potential.

If you think that your spiritual practices lead you to your better self, whatever religious group you are part of, then automatically, what you are doing is beautiful. Be grateful for it and continue doing it. There is no need to take a sneak peek about how other people’s spiritual practices compare to yours.

Let’s stop following the hideous ways of the world where we are told ‘the truth which we must follow’, and instead of spreading false information about other spiritual groups and practices, become seekers of truth.

What I’m trying to say here is that we should learn how to respect one another’s beliefs and practices. We all live on the same planet. We all breathe the same air, bleed the same color, face the same crisis’s, but we are obviously divided.

I can’t wait for the time when we can all sit together, put aside our pride, and talk about each of our unique spiritual paths without having to argue about who’s right and who’s wrong. All I know is that we all have one mission, and that is to make this world a better place.

1 comment

Celine Estoesta 18 January 2024 - 7:41 pm

Loved reading your story, ate Beah. It’s 3:35AM in Toronto, Canada. I’ve begun spiritually healing myself and connecting my generational trauma to the roots of our Filipino ancestry, and oh boy – have I learned enough. Haha, but I’ll never stop learning about myself as I am a student of God for life! It’s amazing to read about individuals that can awaken future generations with their experiences and wisdom, hoping I can share mine as well soon. I’m happy to stumble upon your story Bey! Thank you for sharing your insight and your courage. Much love!


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