Guidance from Beyond, Light for the Journey Within.
Founded by award-winning psychic medium Stevie “Seika” Groves, Magic North Star is a destination for those seeking insight beyond the ordinary. With over four decades of experience, Seika has offered moments of transformation, clarity, connection, and deeply resonant spiritual insight to hundreds of people over the years.
Her work is grounded in both natural ability and disciplined study. A specialist in the folk traditions and seasonal rites of the British Isles, Seika draws from centuries-old customs to inform her readings, where ancestral memory and intuitive perception converge.
Whether leading a séance, conducting a personal reading, or interpreting the subtle signs that linger in the quiet spaces between energy fields, Seika delivers messages that are both precise and profound. Her sessions invite not only understanding, but also a sense of awe, reminding us that the unseen is never far away.
Why “Magic North Star”?
Inspired by Polaris, the constant beacon of the northern sky, Magic North Star symbolizes guidance, trust, and navigation – both cosmic and personal. As Polaris has lit the path for explorers and dreamers for millennia, so too does this space serve as a compass for those seeking truth, healing, and a deeper connection to themselves. Let it be your anchor in the unknown. Your map through the mystery.
Here’s What Awaits You:
🌿 Monthly Reflections – Soulful musings, seasonal folklore, and personal insights from Seika’s journey.
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🕯️ Events & Appearances – Explore upcoming workshops, stage readings, and live spiritual gatherings.
🌕 Folklore & Ritual – Ancient traditions, nature-based wisdom, and rituals rooted in old-world magic.
You’ve found your North Star.
Now, let the path reveal itself.
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REcollection
The Toad Pit
When I was ten, there was a hidden place behind our childhood home, a winding creek that snaked through fields and whispered its secrets to those who listened. About a mile into the woods, past the tall grass and the hush of cicadas, the earth opened into a place we called The Toad Pit. It was an odd name for such an enchanting spot.
Each spring, the banks came alive with tiny toads no larger than a thumbprint, spilling from the mud as if the land itself had given birth to them. They clustered in the shallows, where the hill had long since collapsed into a cradle of water, a quiet pool shielded by weeping willows and high clay ridges that shimmered gold in the sunlight. It was magic. We swam among floating logs that became alligators in our imaginations, and I’d scale the slippery clay to lay back and let the sun stitch warm light across my skin through the lattice of summer leaves.
It was on one of those sun-drenched days that something… shifted.
I’d just climbed the bank and settled into my usual hollow when I noticed him standing to my right, motionless. I should have heard someone approach. But there he was. Still as stone. Watching me.
He wore leather leggings and moccasins, his bare chest streaked with sun and shadow. A satchel hung over one shoulder, a pouch on his hip, and his long dark hair framed a face partially hidden behind what looked like the head of a fox. A mask. The fur curled at the edges, and where the fox’s eyes should have been, his own stared out, deep, dark, unblinking.
He spoke, though the words meant nothing to me. The language was foreign, thick like water and wind and leaves. I couldn’t tell if he was speaking to me, or through me.
Then a shout, a splash, my brother’s friend pulling me back to the noise and laughter below. I blinked, turned to respond, and when I looked back…
He was gone.
The spot where he stood was empty, as if no one had been there at all. But the grass was pressed down. The scent of wild earth clung to the air and something in me felt…altered. Dislodged. Like a thread had been pulled loose in the fabric of my world.
I asked the others if they’d seen anyone. They just laughed.
But I know what I saw.
Or perhaps, more truthfully,
I know what – or who – saw me.
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