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As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book

Evolution of Love Part 2
October 19, 2025 at 2:03am
October 19, 2025 at 2:03am
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“It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.” — Hocus Pocus (1993)

It’s Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus

Every Halloween, this line echoes through the air: “It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.” Maybe it’s the nostalgia, maybe it’s the mischievous energy of the night — but somehow, that one sentence captures all the magic and madness of October.

There’s something comforting about believing in a little “hocus pocus.” It reminds us that imagination isn’t just for children. The carved pumpkins, sparkling candles, eerie music — they all bring us back to a time when we actually thought magic could solve anything.

And maybe, in a quiet, grown-up sort of way, it still can.Belief itself is a spell. Whether it’s in luck, love, or the simple joy of the season, the magic is always there — waiting for us to notice it.

So tonight, let the candles flicker, the laughter flow, and remember: sometimes a touch of hocus pocus is exactly what we need.

To elaborate the same here is a short story I find perfect


Maya had always laughed at the idea of spells. She said fate was just a series of choices dressed up in fancy words. But every year on Halloween, she still lit a small candle in the window — “for the atmosphere,” she’d say.

This year, as dusk deepened and a soft wind swirled around the leaves, the flame flickered brighter than usual.

For a moment, the glass reflected not one, but two faces — hers, and someone smiling gently beside her. She turned around, but the room was empty. Maya didn’t blow out the candle that night. She left it burning until morning, the wax trailing like quiet proof that perhaps, just perhaps, there’s always a little truth hidden in all that hocus pocus.
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