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The Signs and Magic:

THIS TOOK MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BUT HERE IS MY COMPILED NOTES ON HOW ASTROLOGICAL SIGN CAN AFFECT INBORN MAGICAL ABILITY BE SURE TO NOTE THAT THIS IS BY NO MEANS THE ONLY DECIDER OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO MAGIC AND THE INFLUENCES OF CULTURE UPBRINGING AND GOOD OL STUDY SHOULD NOT BE DISCOUNTED Aries: People born under Aries have a natural affinity for evocation, the manipulation of natural forces like heat and light. Aries is the sign of firecallers and weather mages. While Aries have an advantage in terms of raw energy, this often comes at the cost of control.

Taurus: Taurus is a tenacious sign. Those born under Taurus have a natural resistance to the arcane. This can be a bit of a double edged sword, as it can make it more difficult to work with the more delicate forms of magic. On the other hand, this thick arcane skin can be useful for handling more dangerous, high-energy spellwork.

Gemini: If you understand how a battery works, those born under Gemini’s dualistic nature have a propensity for the quick absorption/discharge of energy. This manifests as an aptitude for counterspells and redirection. It should also be noted that the more energy one tries to channel, the higher the chance that one may overheat.

Cancer: Cancer is an attentive sign, those born under it often have a talent for the more precise forms of magic like Enchantment or Psychomancy. Cancers tend to be scalpels, not hammers. The largest obstacle a cancer will likely face is a low overall stamina when it comes to magic.

Leo: Leos burn bright. Their relationship to energy is inefficient, often resulting in unwanted side effects. The most common side effect manifests as a mild purifying effect. With practice, this can give the leo an advantage when attempting to rid themselves of unpleasant effects.

Virgo: Virgos are liminal. Their bindings to this plane of reality are a little fuzzier. This makes them adept at breaking those boundaries. Visions of the other side are not uncommon in Virgo children. Know that doors work both ways.

Libra: Libras tend to be a sort of jack-of-all-trades. With no particular astrological affinity for any sort of energy, Virgos tend to be the explorers and experimenters of the arcane arts. All energy seeks to expand. Libra’s have the most naturally harmonious relationship to magic.

Scorpio: Many Scorpio’s can go their entire life not realizing their proclivity for magic. Alchemy is an art that relies on the sort of gut instinct and intuition that actively resists careful thought. More often than not, their friends will realize alchemichal skill before they do. They just make the tea better. Nobody is really sure why.

Ophiuchus: Those born under the serpent bearer have the least harmonious relationship to magic. While this can make the initial learning significantly more difficult, it can lead to significant advantages in the underappreciated arts of unraveling, like hexes, counterspells, obfuscations of magic.

Sagittarius: Equal parts precise and explosive, those born under the archer generally have a great deal of power and control over their abilities. The most common downside to this is little to no control over the amount of energy they discharge, often leading to boughs of exhaustion.

Capricorn: Capricorn is an ever-shifting sign. The fluid nature of magic requires the ability to adapt to and understand new circumstances. Those born under Capricorns are quick learners, but their impressionable, bend-dont-break nature can make heavier lifting difficult.

Aquarius: Aquarians burn cold. Their relationship to the arcane draws energy in from their surroundings like a sponge. They are incredibly sensitive to the world around them, able to pick up on more subtle energies. This is a common sign for psychics, emapths, and those sensitive to spectral energy. If they are not careful to disenchant themselves, this sensitivity can overwhelm, leading to panic attacks and anxiety.

Pisces: Pisces tend to be fickle when it comes to energy, born with the most sensitivity but also the least control. Pisces carry an affinity for glamours, enthrallment, and charms. Untrained, this can lead to Pisces getting themselves in trouble, which is why this sign is associated with faeblood.

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Don't cross my path

3 garlic cloves, peeled Handful of course sea salt Generous handful of fresh rosemary

1. Ground together in a food processor or mash up with

2. Sprinkle on the ground whenever you feel the need of psychic protection.

-Judika Illes

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Daily Magick

Today we will be looking at Obsidian

Obsidian Associations

Chakras - Base Chakra

Zodiac - Scorpio, Sagittarius

Element - Earth/Fire

Typical colours - Black, silvery or brown

Meanings - Purification, transformation, fulfillment, metamorphoses, manifestation, practicality, psychic ability

Obsidian is truth-enhancing. A strongly protective stone, it forms a shield against negativity. It blocks psychic attack and absorbs negative energies from the environment. Obsidian draws out mental stress and tension. It stimulates growth on all levels, urging exploration of the unknown and opening new horizons. Brings clarity to the mind and clears confusion. Helps you to know who you truly are. Obsidian dissolves emotional blockages and ancient traumas. Promotes qualities of compassion and strength.

Obsidian aids the digestion and detoxifies. It reduces arthritis pain, joint problems and cramps. Warms the extremities.

Different Types

Black Obsidian. Base Chakra. Black Obsidian is a very powerful and creative stone. It increases self-control. It forces facing up to one’s true self. Releases imbalances and negative energies. Black Obsidian is protective and provides support during change. It repels negativity and disperses unloving thoughts.

Golden Obsidian. Sagittarius. Golden Obsidian, also known as Gold Sheen Obsidian, is a strongly protective stone. It is particularly effective for scrying, and balancing energy fields.

Mahogany Obsidian. Libra. Mahogany Obsidian has a gentle energy, resonating with the earth it grounds and protects. It is a stabilizing stone that strengthens a weak aura.

(Note: This being said, if you are suffering from a condition or are in pain please consult a doctor or mental health professional.)

write-it-motherfuckers

A friend of mine posted this and tagged my old instagram account, asking me to share it. I figured sharing it here where I actually have a following, would be far better.

Please remember that just because the government is giving into pressure and greed, that doesn’t mean that any of this is getting any better, in a lot of ways it’s getting worse. And even if you yourself aren’t being as heavily affected anymore, there are people and communities that are.

Stay safe Darling ones, and help others remain safe too.

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Thank you Darling.

recreationalwitchcraft

Celebrate Midsummer

Outside:

Collect Herbs and Flowers

Make Sun Tea

Build a bonfire

Have a sunrise or sunset picnic

Sunbathe

Leave out honey offerings for the Fae

Cleanse and charge your magical items under the sun

Watch the sun set on the longest day of the year

In the Home:

Let in as much sunlight as you can

Make crystal or botanical suncatchers

Burn incense of sandalwood, frankincense, rose or myrrh

Try fire divination, or scrying with the flames

Make pressed flower candles

In the Kitchen:

Make Honey Mead Bread

Eat a spread of fresh summer fruits and vegetables

Make Midsummer Mead

Brew Chamomile Tea

Bake Pumpernickel bread

Make fruit & herb infused water

In the Bath:

Soak in a golden honey bath

Scatter sunflowers through your bathwater

Bathe around fiery solar colored candles

Treat yourself to a chamomile Tea Bath

On your Altar:

Represent the sun using colors of yellow, orange or gold

Incorporate solar imagery

Decorate with green stones like jade or emerald

Try decorating with woods of oak and pine

Use golden candle holders and decorations

Incorporate dried or fresh picked herbs

#litha

chiaralbart

Happy international women’s day 🖤🌸

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Två Konungabarn - Nyckelharpa by Myrkur

thelaughingmandrake

To call a spirit into your home

Get up three hours before sunrise, and ring a bell. Say this to yourself three times: “I didn’t forget anything.” Then walk through your darkened home with a black candle, looking every room over, and opening each window, except the room you started in, saying “Hallow’d Hobb, dost thou see through glass? Hallow’d Hobb, dost thou serve the earth and devil? Hallow’d Hobb, wouldst thou like to be thy house-guest?” Then return to the room you started, and sit and stare out the window into the inky blackness, and close your eyes. Imagine that something new appeared in the inky darkness beyond the window. Say this to yourself: “It was there, I simply didn’t see it before”. If you see a face in your minds eye, that is the spirit will now inhabit your home. Now go to sleep. Keep note of any dreams you have.

blackthornwren

Lot of demon/ghost comments on here. So…

I’m not thelaughingmandrake and I apologize if I’m mistaken, but it looks like the spell pretty clearly indicates what you’re calling up. I agree that people shouldn’t recklessly summon things, especially if they’re not skilled enough to expel what they’ve called - but it only takes about five seconds of googling to find out what a hobb is and read up on the basic information about the spirit.

In this case, the hob (being more or less the same as a brownie) is a fair folk that commonly shared homes and land with humans in European folklore, often helping them with tasks or retrieving lost items. They do require offerings in order to keep them around and happy, otherwise they can become a nuisance. However, if you’re not going to research a spell before you cast it, and if you don’t know how to get rid of unwanted spirits, then you just shouldn’t do it.

But really folks, it’s a spell on the internet. The onus is on you to do your research before casting it or decrying that it summons demons.

legalizememes

holy shit

witcheshaven

re-reblogging to bless your ears for 2020

dog-rose

What to use when in Witchcraft -

Ok so I am gonna say this is my personal reference, its mainly through associations. You might TOTALLY disagree and thats chill!

Its more something to think about and a guideline of what I use myself…

Candle Magic:

Carve a candle when…. the candle represents the target, in sympathetic magic. When, essentially, the candle is a poppet and lighting it is a symbol of destruction or empowerment to the target.

Place something under the candle or before it when… you are doing general candle magic, when the candle represents empowering a wish, idea or concept.

Anoint the candle when… doing work with spirits and gods, when you mark the candle for a special purpose, when doing high magic.

Herbs and plant work:

Use dry herbs when… it is convienent to do so, when the herbs are out of season or when you need to store them in a jar or bottle for a long time.

Use fresh herbs when… the spell is very earth orientated, when doing magic on behalf of another or when the magic is sympathetic so that the herbs represent the target, within kitchen witchery.

Use flowers when… when the spell concerns love and sex, or perhaps fertility and attraction, due to flowers being the reproductive parts of the plant.

Use fruit when when… working with children as a target, or with children practising. When you work with fertility and abundance spells.

Use wood and twigs when… when the spell is for protection or binding, for hardiness.

Burn herbs (recaning/incense) when… you wish to cleanse or banish, or invoke an atmosphere - that being, for divination using herbs that are said to open up your perceptions, when banishing, burning acrid or pungent herbs.

Use oil infusions when… you wish to anoint something, when you wish to mark something permanently.

Use floral waters (rose water etc) when… dealing with spirits and gods, for glamour as it has a long history of being used to beautify.

Crystals:

Use metals (haematite, copper, ores etc..) when… you work in protection, when you do energy work due to the conductive properties of metal.

Use shell, pearl, coral and such when… you work in sea magic, when you work within emotional magic due to the element of water.

Use points when… you wish to direct magic to a target.

Use tumble stones when… you wish the magic to be gentle or manifest at a certain place on the body on a target.

Use geodes when… you work in protection, when you work with glamour aimed to obscure and hide.

Knot magic:

Use cotton when… it is convenient.

Use silk when… doing spells that benefit the target.

Use ribbons when… love spells and wealth spells, as well as confidence and beauty spells. Spells to ensure victory.

Use rope when… doing spells that aim to hurt or weaken the target, binding especially.

Poppets:

Use cloth when… the spell aims to benefit who the poppet represents, use particular care when sewing or cutting, choose colours that are appropriate to them.

Use wax when… you wish to manipulate the target.

Use clay when… wish to create fetches or servitors, when you wish to create permanency.

Use twigs when… you wish to bury or throw the poppet out, when you want the poppet to be easily destroyed by breaking or setting on fire.

Sigils:

Use an alphabet grid or circle when… you wish the sigil to be more random and less attached to you.

Combine the shapes of letters from a sentence… when your sigil is very specific and a short term goal.

Use your own personal symbols when… you want the magic to be connected to you, when it is personal.

chief-of-project-e

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

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#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

false-dawn

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

ohmeursault

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

superindianslug

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

elocinneem-deactivated20160605

^^^ that part

dduane

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

pamisleyphd

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

^ So much good advice in this post right here

weirdo-city

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

witchy-woman

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

mistresstrevelyan

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes.

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering.

gayantlers

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you).

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night.

matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll

@thedevilinthealchemy and I are very old friends. I used to live in the same town as her, in Southern California. One night, a few years ago, we were celebrating the end of finals and the start of winter break, and we just hanging out in her car, killing ourselves with late night Taco Bell. Well, we decide we don’t want to go home just yet, so we start driving. We drive up a canyon, near her place. Now, we both had made this trip many, many times, in daylight and dark. A local tourist trap is in that canyon, and there’s a shortcut to a college campus that goes through that canyon. It was a normal winter night in SoCal.

Well, about halfway through I start to get scared. For no reason. Within the span of two heartbeats I grew so terrified that my palms were shaking and my mouth was dry and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off the wood to the driver’s side.

“Turn around.” I say, quickly.

“Dude, already on it.” Kama said, doing a quick three point turn. I look in the mirror as she’s pealing away and see the creature. It was vaguely humanoid, and hairless, with elongated limbs and pitch black eyes, on all four limbs, loping after us. Now, if you’re in the know, you might be thinking “hey that’s like the creatures from Until Dawn, I call bullshit on this.” Well, Until Dawn was four years away, and it wasn’t even in development yet, so shush.

I rip my eyes away from it and hold on tight as she drives. Then, at the same time, both of us get this instinct and we speak.

“Don’t look in the backseat.” Needless to say, neither of us did. She drove damn near 90 on a dark canyon until we saw the lights of her complex at the mouth of it.

I haven’t gone back in there since, and that canyon got shut down about a year ago due to a landslide and it hasn’t opened back up. I’m a history major, and research always has been my first love, so I go digging. I visit the local history society, talk about my tale. Turns out the whole valley used to belong to a people called the Tativam. One day, after the Spanish arrived, they vanished. Without a trace. We have a graveyard of theirs that we know of. One of my professors was trying to stop the houses that were being built on it. Spoiler alert: he didn’t, and the houses are hella haunted, and nobody wants to live there.

Personally I do think the creature is a wendigo. That chain of mountains is park of unbroken chain that leads right up the Serra Nevadas and Donner Pass.

THE Donner Pass.

You do the math.

poisonousdame

@carolinemb88

dryadgurrl

I’m from Northern California myself, state capitol, and while we don’t have much by way of critters (sure, we’ve got Bigfoot up in the redwoods, but those guys are mostly harmless).

Most of what we’ve got is due to the Gold Rush, and not just the hauntings (though there are plenty of those, a great many of them are theatre ghosts, most of whom are harmless, though some are very particular). What we’ve got by way of Things were brought along on the trail from the Old Country to the East Coast and then along thousands of miles of wagon trail.

We’ve got our fair share of phantom hitchhikers and women in white, but mostly what we’ve got are the Things That Survived The Flood. There was a flood in the early 1860s, one that caused the state capitol to actually be relocated for a while, and when it was over and the floodwaters receded, there was enough sediment left behind that what had been the second floor of buildings was now the ground floor.

There are a handful of places in Old Town that you Do Not Go after dark (despite being safe during the day). When I worked in Old Town, giving comedic history tours, we started from and returned to a restaurant that had a club downstairs (in what had been the ground floor before The Flood) and there was a storeroom down there that got locked at sunset and no one questioned it, but the door to that storeroom was pretty much right next to the portable shed we changed clothes in, and I know, more than once, I heard knocking and scratching and one of my very last tours I got a facefull of wet-plant rot smell (not quite mildew, but not stinky like rotting meat gets) so bad I couldn’t breathe. It’s one of the reasons I stopped doing the tours, really, because I was starting to get the feeling I was being singled out, and I didn’t want to find out what by.

teaboot

When I was like 17, I lived in the woods on the northwest coast of canada. One day, I decided to go for a walk in a part of the woods I had never been to before. Because sometimes I see weird things out there, I made sure to bring my grandma’s dog with me, just running free and off-leash. These are wild woods, too, not parkland, so the only clear areas are deer trails. I stuck along to those because, you know, I don’t want to get lost, and about an hour in I hear this strange whistling. Just a short call- One long, sharp whistle followed quickly by a short, piping one. Now, I’m in a good mood and I figure it must be some new kind of bird, so I whistle back: long call, short call. It whistles again. I’m amused, so I whistle again. Long call, short call, and then just to be fun, I throw in a little trill at the end. It whistles back. It whistles back the exact same pattern. Now, normally that would freak me out, but I was in a REALLY good mood. A really weirdly good mood. So, I whistled again. And when it whistled back to me, I giggled. I… Don’t giggle. Not alone in the woods over basically nothing. The whistle came again, and there was a rustle in the distance. Seeing a shady outcrop, I ran to hide, feeling like I was playing hide-and-seek with someone. It whistled, I whistled back. Another rustle. Closer. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen the dog in a while. I looked around, and saw him a few feet away, staring point-blank and totally still into the forest. The whistle came again, closer this time, and suddenly my weirdly bubbly feeling was gone. Instant fear. I got the dog’s attention and we absolutely booked it out of there, all the way back to the eight-foot-high gate that marked the start of the wild land. I locked it behind me, and we never went back. I never really had any idea what was whistling with me in the forest. Maybe some kind of mimic bird that had escaped home, or a squatter hiding out there sewhere messing with this kid and their dog. I only just remembered that when I was a kid, we learned about the Tsonoqua woman. The Tsonoqua woman is supposed to be an old woman who lives in the woods. She carries a basket on her back and has long, tangled hair. When children wander away from camp, it is said that she snatches them up in her basket and steals them away forever. But because she has bad sight, she uses her keen ears to hunt, and calls out with a birdlike whistle.

normal-horoscopes

I have lived in southern California for a lifetime. There are things here that even I don’t understand. Things I can’t describe. If you ever take any advice from my blog, please, please, remember this.

Coyotes don’t hunt in packs.

persephone-is-here-omg

Yeah, you lil fuckers. There’s shit you don’t fuck with. You just don’t.

Like I am not a religious person, but I do nit fuck with Ouija boards. 1) My mom would kill me. She would literally murder me and 2) I’m a chicken shit.

whatsallthisnow

I have a fear of skylights. Yes, skylights, aka windows on your ceiling. Why? Because when I was 10-14 I had one in my bedroom.

At first it was right above my bed and I cannot tell you how many times I was woken up from a dead sleep, absolutely convinced that something was watching me. Of course I moved my bed against the far wall but there were still times when I would spend hours staring out into the pitch black, feeling something else stare back.

Eventually I covered it. I took an old fleece blanket and I tacked it up to cover the opening. My parents tried to get me to take it down. I cried. Because there WAS something out there. And maybe it was a raccoon or an owl… But maybe it wasn’t. And the maybe is enough to not take chances.

alvie-pines

I feel you.

Actually reading this made me realize (its kind of a ‘well duh’ moment) that my awful fear of uncovered dark windows probably stems from my own experience with staring into the darkness and, for lack of a better description, feeling the darkness stare back. I talked about it here and I’m too lazy to copy it

moonbeamnn

as i was reading this, i got to where @normal-horoscopes says “coyotes don’t hunt in packs” and i got chills, especially after quickly researching and learning that despite the fact that coyotes have a complex social structure and often form packs, they usually hunt alone or in pairs.

i’m from texas, and just like most southerners, i know the iconic yip of a coyote. a couple years ago, we moved to middle of nowhere wisconsin for my dad’s work in the summer of 2017. we were the first to move into a new area of Ft. Mc Coy, so my entire neighborhood was empty for a few weeks until my dad’s boss would move in next to us.

this area didn’t have a fenced in yard, so i began taking my dog out for walks in the woods. one time, during sunset, we went for a walk when i heard the yipping of a coyote. i paused my music and made sure my small terrier was close to me while i listened for a bit. it was dead silent, so i began walking again however this time i kept my music off and my dog on a shorter leash just in case. all of a sudden, i heared the yipping again but this time it was surrounding me. it legit sounded like i was surrounded by atleast 5 to 7 coyotes.

you best believe i picked up my puppy and ran for my fucking life (even though i knew that running from a coyote is stupid because a coyote would definitely be faster than a 16 year old girl holding her petrified 30 ibs dog) i just had to get me and my dog to safety. i also had this strange fear of looking behind me the whole time. like i would see something i shouldn’t.

i figured that it was just a pack of coyotes who were hunting my small dog, who originally was off his leash and wandering the woods, but now knowing that coyotes don’t hunt in packs, i have no idea what that was. i still went to walk my dog in the woods, because i’ve always been a big fan of nature, but i often felt eyes on me, and i noticed the deer in those woods looked at me in a weird way i can’t describe. i just thought the animals there were weird.

if anyone has any explanation please share that with me

mars-and-magic

A Witchy Guide To Time

Days Of The Week

Monday

Connected to the Moon

Colors are blue, silver, and white

Spells to do: Enhancing Psychic Power, Peace, Wisdom

Tuesday

Connected to Mars

Colors are black, orange, and red

Spells to do: Cursing, Protection, Courage, Strength

Wednesday

Connected to Mercury

Colors are orange and purple

Spells to do: Luck, Wealth, Wisdom

Thursday

Connected to Jupiter

Colors are blue, green, and purple

Spells to do: Protection, Healing, Wealth

Friday

Connected to Venus

Colors are pink

Spells to do: Love, Friendship

Saturday

Connected to Saturn

Colors are black and purple

Spells to do: Cursing, Protection, Cleansing, Banishing, Binding

Sunday

Connected to the Sun

Colors are gold and yellow

Spells to do: Healing, Success, Wealth

Times of the Day

Daytime (6 AM to 8 PM): Protection, Growth, Money, Success, Opportunity

Morning (6 AM to 12 PM): Fire, Awakening, Beginning, Balance, Blessing, Purifying

Midday (11 AM to 1 PM): Strength, Willpower, Endurance, Overcoming

Noon (12 PM to 5 PM): Air, Protection, Manifestation, Power, Luck, Wealth, Travel

Evening (5 PM to 8 PM): Water, Banishing, Creativity, Friendship, Cursing

Dusk: Change, Open-mindedness, Astral Travel

Night (8 PM to 6 AM): Earth, Wisdom, Divination, Love, Healing

Midnight (12 PM): Liberation, Reparation, Recovery, Ending

Seasons

Spring: Air, Wisdom, New Beginnings, Healing, Fertility

Summer: Fire, Energy Work, Prosperity, Purification, Passion, Banishing

Autumn: Water, Astral Travel, Spirit Work, Cleansing, Banishing, Binding, Peace

Winter: Earth, Rest, Dreams, Grounding, Death, Passive, Wealth

aphroditiful

Goddess Guide: P E R S E P H O N E

🥀 wear flowers in your hair or put a bouquet in your space

🥀 work with onyx, obsidian and jasper crystals

🥀 surround yourself with bat imagery

🥀 use a pomegranate scrub or oil in the bath (Dr Organic has a great range)

🥀 surround yourself with vanilla, almond and bergamot scents

🥀 wear clothing in dark red, magenta, indigo and purple colors

🥀 keep willow leaves in your home

🥀 burn red or purple candles

🥀 don’t be afraid to make changes and start over

🥀 give into temptation every once in a while

Artemis

Hecate

Eris

Epona

herbwicc

Anyone know the name of the sculpture used in the left fourth square please??? :O

drauu

some small sigils I feel everyone could need from time to time. take care of yourselves friends!

konfuusio

The Bear (2015)

A comic inspired by Finnish mythology. I searched a lot information about bear myths and the rituals bear-hunting involved in Finland. Basically bear was considered equal to humans, although it was very feared and honoured and speaking it’s name was a taboo. That’s why a huge feast was required after killing a bear. On some occasions they chose a girl to represent bear’s bride.

imaginarywitchcraft-deactivated

It's ironic that the stereotypical imagery of a witch is an old, haggardly woman covered in warts because if there's one thing I've come across repeatedly when studying folk magic, it's how to get rid of warts.

moon-gh0st

Thank you, @ blimpeh on Twitter for this warning! ZERO TOLERANCE FOR TERFs and transphobes. Also don’t exclude male and non-binary witches! That’s not the witch way.

lunerbean

I will always reblog warnings about this book. I've seen way too many people post pics of this book because it's "aesthetically pleasing" or whatever. Lister is a fucking terf and doesn't deserve the revenue from people buying her book.

Instead, consider checking out this website for a list of lgbtq+ positive/inclusive works. Here's a sneak preview of a few of the books mentioned above.

blood-bones-bitchcraft

I know I recently reblogged the original post about Witch, but these resources were too great to pass up

patchuolli

I’m not even trans but I bought that book thinking it was gonna give me some cool insight , just to open it and read about fucking pussy powers and I -

witches-ofcolor

^^ This! Witchcraft in general has heavily gendered language, mostly IDing with femininity, wombs, and so on that I've always found disturbing and alienating.

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