About the Movie
The Craft (1996), directed by Andrew Fleming, is a cult classic about four teenage girls who discover they possess supernatural powers. Drawn together by their shared struggles, they form a coven, representing the four elements: air, water, fire, and earth.
As they begin to harness their gifts, their lives start to change, until their magic grows darker, revealing the consequences of using power without integrity.
What begins as a story about friendship and transformation becomes a mirror of the feminine psyche — exploring pain, ego, sisterhood, and the alchemy of becoming.
My spiritual initiation
Some movies aren’t just entertainment, they’re initiation. For me, The Craft was one of those.
Four teenage girls.
Four elements.
Four wounds.
Four mirrors.
They come together as a coven, a circle of misfits, dreamers, and broken girls who discover that the very pain that made them outsiders is also what makes them powerful.
When the fourth member joins, the circle is complete: air, water, fire, earth. And the moment they unify their energy, something awakens. They stop surviving, and start creating.
Women remembering who they are.
But The Craft isn’t just about witchcraft. It’s about what happens when women remember who they are. When they stop apologizing for their magic. When they realize that pain can be alchemized, that wounds can become portals.
Each of the girls carries a different form of suffering:
one has lost her mother,
one hides her scars,
one endures racism,
one battles poverty.
And together, they learn the most ancient lesson of all: pain is the price of power, but integrity is what keeps you sane.
Because yes, The Craft is also a warning.
It shows what happens when power is abused, when the ego hijacks the magic. The same energy that heals can destroy. The same spell that liberates can imprison.
The Craft my Mirror
I’ve watched this movie more than twenty times. Each time, it cracked something open inside me, a deeper understanding of the fire that lived within.
It was never just images on a screen; it was a mirror. A reminder that there’s a witch inside every woman waiting to be remembered.
And maybe that’s the real spell of The Craft. It doesn’t just show you magic, it activates it. It whispers that your pain has meaning, that your power is real, and that you don’t need anyone’s permission to rise.
Because the truth is: You’ve always been the coven. You’ve always been the magic.
Love, Mara
