Hello, Void
Synchronicities calling me into release
Editor’s note: Adapted from my Substack (My Life is a Spell) post.
The Invitation
It started with three quick synchronicities around the void.
First: someone used the phrase “screaming into the void.”
Second: a book title that appeared out of nowhere — Touching the Void.
Third: a random Substack scroll. The word jumped out again. Void.
Three times is usually a message.
So I asked: what’s this about?
Meeting the Void
I lay down, covered my eyes, and went into what I call spiritual inquiry—my intuitive form of investigation.
“Hello, Void,” I said.
“My name is Annika.”
I my words and my name dropping word by word, letters losing cohesion as words as they fall into the void.
Gone.
Interesting.
I pondered the Void. It was a friendly void. Quiet. No urgency, just an invitation to let go.
What I Threw In
I wondered what else I could throw in.
Lately I’ve been doing the Money Challenge with To Be Magnetic, clearing old beliefs about worth and success. So naturally, those went in first.
I imagined an old chicken-feed bag I’d been using to clean out the basement—full of trash, clutter, and probably a bit of rodent poo. I shook it out into the void.
Clunk. Clank. Gone.
It almost seemed too easy.
Then the bag became my black-and-gray Osprey backpack.
I like that backpack. But still—into the void.
It fell away into darkness. Or… nothingness.
Could I throw everything in?
The Inventory
There were more bags.
A duffle—no idea what was inside. I waited, felt my heart, and pulled out a small chrome toy. Tossed it and the bag into the void.
Then a red suitcase, with wheels and a handle, pretty nice actually.
Inside: a tiny lap dog with a bow. Seems really sweet.
I couldn’t just throw them in. I ask: who are you?
They aren’t mine. They didn’t know where they belonged. They didn’t want to leave.
I told them I was going to call for a being of Light to take them to where they belonged. It would be a nice place. Their right place.
An angel came and, the little lap dog looking comfortable in their arms, they left.
I kicked the suitcase—now empty—into the void.
The Purge
Suddenly, an avalanche of debris poured past me: forks, wires, bottle caps, paper clips, broken bits, the metaphysical kitchen sink.
It kept coming—a landslide of useless things. Then, a great shaking, as if a giant was emptying out the last crumbs.
And finally… silence.
Above me, light poured in.
Soft, diffuse, like through gauzy clouds or the glowing haze of morning fog just before it lifts.
The roof was gone, and the light was everywhere.
Integration
This is a normal day in my world.
This is a little taste of what can happen in a session.
If this stirred something in you—if you’ve been feeling the pull to release old patterns, or to throw your own baggage into the Void—you’re not alone. This is the work of the Threshold Witch: meeting the spaces between what was and what’s becoming.
Related Threshold Witch Practices
Threshold Sessions — energy healing for clearing and release
Witchuals — custom rituals for manifesting and stepping into your future
Muscle Testing for Intuition — learn to listen to and decode synchronicities and other messages