By Priestess Shoshana, Spiritual Teachers Voodoo
Love Is a Beautiful Madness. It interrupts our logic, loosens our well-pressed plans, and moves through the heart like a warm storm that refuses to obey the weatherman. I have watched the most disciplined people soften into tenderness with a single glance. I have watched proud warriors, scholars, and skeptics tremble before a kiss as if they’d touched lightning. And I have watched love—real love, not fantasy—turn broken histories into living gardens where new stories can take root.
From where I stand as a Priestess and spiritual worker, love is the most powerful and the most mysterious of all forces. It drives migrations and revolutions; it composes lullabies and final goodbyes; it builds families and heals lineages; it refuses to be measured by anything except the courage it asks of us. Love is not neat. Love is not tame. Love is a beautiful madness—and the world is better for it.
In the temple and in the marketplace, in private tears and loud celebrations, I have witnessed how love threads itself through every corridor of human life. This is a meditation on that thread—how it moves, why it feels “crazy,” and how we can meet it with devotion, discernment, and joy. Consider this my letter to the lovers, the seekers, the married, the divorced, the hopeful, the scared, and the healing. Consider it an invitation to hold love like sacred fire: carefully, reverently, and with both hands.
People often come to me and say, “Priestess, I feel crazy. I can’t stop thinking about them.” The voice quivers between wonder and worry. I never dismiss that feeling. Love should unsettle us a little. Not because we are broken, but because love asks us to be more alive than our routines can comfortably hold.
The “madness” in love is this: love removes the false ceiling we set on what is possible. The mind says, “Be safe. Don’t risk. Don’t hope too loudly.” Love says, “Build a life worthy of your becoming.” The mind bargains for guarantees; love bargains for truth. It does not merely seek a partner; it seeks a way of living—generous, attentive, surrendered, courageous.
This is why love so often collides with our plans. It makes us tell the truth we meant to avoid. It dries the well where we used to drink denial. It asks us to free the version of ourselves that has been waiting behind the door. Yes, love is wild. But the wildness is not chaos; it is creative power. It is the wind that scatters dead leaves so new growth can see the sun.
To meet this “madness” well, we use both heart and spine. Love wants your tenderness, and it wants your boundaries. Love asks for surrender, and it asks for self-respect. Love is not a trance; it is an awakening. When love fogs your vision, you pause, breathe, pray, cleanse, and consult—in community, with elders, and with your own higher self. When love sharpens your vision, you act, honor, commit, and create. The work is learning which moment you are in.
Love did not start with us, and it will not end with us. We inherit ways of loving from our families and from the peoples who carried us here. We inherit songs, recipes, prayers, and cautions. We inherit stories of devotion and stories of harm. Love is not only a feeling; it is an archive.
When you fall in love, parts of you that never had language begin to speak. You dream in your grandmother’s colors, cook in your great-grandfather’s timing, and cry with the old griefs that ask to be blessed so they can pass. Sometimes the “crazy” of love is simply an encounter with memory—yours and your lineage’s—arriving all at once like a choir.
In Vodou Spiritism, we understand love as a living current that threads our ancestors to our present and our present to those not yet born. We honor the spirits who govern sweetness, commitment, beauty, and fierce protection. We also honor the laws of reciprocity. Love is both gift and responsibility. It is both the sugar and the salt.
When clients say, “I want a partner,” I often ask, “What does your lineage want to heal through love?” The answer might be learning trust after generations of betrayal; it might be rediscovering tenderness in families trained to be hard; it might be rest, stability, or sacred commitment. Aligning your relationship desire with your lineage’s healing turns love from a search into a mission.
Love wears more than one face. In the rites and rhythms I keep, I recognize at least four:
These are not separate categories but currents that braid and unbraid as seasons change. The wisdom is knowing which current you are in and how to honor it.
We must speak clearly about a danger of love’s “madness”: obsession. Enchantment is sacred; obsession is a trap. Enchantment opens the heart and brightens the day; obsession collapses your world into one person and turns love into a mirror of your fears. Enchantment inspires responsibility; obsession abandons it. Enchantment reveres consent; obsession tries to seize control.
Any spiritual work that violates consent, manipulates will, or aims to imprison another’s spirit is not love—it is bondage. It creates karmic debt and spiritual mess that someone will have to clean. In my temple and under my oath, I do not imprison. We fortify self-respect, magnify authentic attraction, open roads of communication, and let truth decide. Love gains its power from freedom. If the magic cannot survive honesty, it is not love.
If you hear yourself saying, “I would give up my dignity to keep them,” pause. That is a sign to cleanse, to return to center, and to remember the most important truth: love should not cost you your soul. The right magic strengthens your soul and invites the right person to meet you there.
Ritual is how we speak to life with both hands. When we light a candle, pour water, pray, sing, dance, or bathe, we are not performing superstition; we are practicing attention. Ritual says, “I notice. I honor. I intend.”
In the love-work I have stewarded, ritual might look like this:
Ritual is not a substitute for character. It amplifies what is. Clean your character, then do your rituals. The results will be worthy of the altar.
Love is not only an idea; it is an experience in the body. The heart quickens, breath changes, hands warm, stomach flips. These are not enemies; they are messages. Learn to read them.
In our work at Spiritual Teachers Voodoo, we pair spiritual practice with somatic awareness. When your nervous system learns what safety feels like, your discernment becomes reliable. You stop calling anxiety “love” and start recognizing calm as commitment’s best friend.
Attraction is not just how you look; it is how your spirit signals. Beauty without integrity is decoration; beauty with integrity is invitation. I encourage clients to consider three layers:
We may refresh your wardrobe, your online presence, even your social rituals—not to perform a character but to reveal the best of who you already are. When spirit, body, and story align, attraction is not forced; it is natural.
Love has seasons. If you treat winter like summer, you will accuse love of dying when it is resting. If you force spring to behave like autumn, you will harvest what hasn’t grown.
Many couples break not because they stopped loving, but because they refused to change rituals as seasons changed. Learn to ask, “What season are we in?” Then respond appropriately.
Heartbreak is not the failure of love; it is an initiation. It teaches you to keep your heart without keeping what harms it. It gives you the gift of seeing yourself unblurred. It sends you back to the altar to reintroduce yourself to your own company.
In heartbreak, I advise clients to:
If you do your heartbreak well, you will love again—not because you forgot, but because you grew.
Partnership is not a trophy; it is a daily devotion. Real partnership is two sovereign people tending a shared flame. It is knowing that love is not a mood but a practice: greeting each other’s spirit in the morning, speaking to each other’s dignity at night.
A healthy partnership includes:
In my work, I bless couples not for perfection but for resilience. I ask for the humility to learn, the courage to tell the truth, and the tenderness to make a home out of two hearts.
We live in a time where love is packaged as content. Performative romance can seduce us into believing that attention equals intimacy. It does not. Intimacy is not public approval; it is private reliability. If your relationship thrives online but starves at home, you do not need more followers; you need more presence.
Set rituals that are not for the internet: shared meals without phones, weekly check-ins, walks where you watch the sky together. Keep some parts of your love behind the veil. Mystery protects meaning.
At Spiritual Teachers Voodoo, our love-work is guided by ethics that protect everyone involved:
We support self-work alongside spiritual work: therapy, coaching, financial stability, social maturity, communication skills. Magic amplifies effort. When you combine spiritual alignment with responsible living, love does not have to be chased; it can find you standing in your light.
We might employ sweetening to soften your aura, road opening to widen your world, protection to guard your peace, and blessings to anchor commitment—but never against the will of another soul. The best outcomes arrive when both people rise freely to the blessing.
If you are ready to meet love as sacred work, begin here:
These simple devotions make you ready for the complexity of real love.
I share these to say: the “crazy” of love is often a teacher. If you will listen, it will lead you to wisdom.
Our temple’s approach to love is holistic:
We pair traditional spiritual practice with practical life-building. We honor the Lwa and the sacred. We honor your dignity. We respect the freedom of all souls. If love is calling you and you want to answer with integrity and power, we are here to walk with you.
“What if I’m too much?”
For the wrong person, you are. That is not your failure. Be the right amount for your purpose and the right person will be grateful.
“What if I always choose wrong?”
You are learning. Clean your patterns, strengthen your boundaries, and let your elders and community reflect what you cannot yet see. Love improves with truth.
“Can magic make them love me?”
Ethically, no. Magic can help you become who you promised to be and help the right person see you. Real love arrives through freedom.
“How will I know?”
Your body will relax, your spirit will grow, your days will carry more meaning than performance. You will feel both tenderness and respect.
Beloved Mystery,
Bless the ones who are ready to love, who have known winter and still plant roses.
Bless the ones who are healing, who offer their truth to the altar and don’t look away.
Bless the ones who are waiting, not from fear but from reverence.
Let sweetness and strength meet in them.
Let discernment be their guardian and joy their daily bread.
Open the roads that honor their dignity.
Close the doors that harm their peace.
Teach them to love as You love: freely, fiercely, faithfully.
And when love arrives—let it be worthy, let it be real, let it be home.
Love has never been reasonable, and that is its blessing. It will keep interrupting despair with a new dawn, keep weaving strangers into families, keep teaching us to be brave enough to be kind. Across time, across oceans, across languages, love remembers—us, our ancestors, our children’s children. When you feel “crazy” for love, breathe and listen. Most likely, love is asking you to become truer, not smaller. Meet it as a devotee and a grown soul. Meet it with clean hands. Meet it with a ready heart.
If your heart is stirring for more—clarity, ritual, guidance, or blessing—know that you are not alone. This is sacred work. At Spiritual Teachers Voodoo, we honor love’s power and your freedom within it. When you are ready, we are here.
With power, beauty, and abundance
Priestess Shoshana, CEO of Spiritual Teachers Voodoo and Temple de la Luna, Spirit Worker, Instructor, Psychic, Healer, Herbalist, Author
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