A Bit Of Everything

(they/them/their) I study Magick, Math, and Physics. I read. I write. I upcycle my old clothes so I don't have to buy new stuff (often). I listen to lectures for fun. Secondary Tumblrs: AlexJournals ; AlexStudyblrs ; MysticMoonMage .

[alexopenbook-unactive]

I was following 2113 blogs. I just cut down to 1457. wow

[journal-of-the-kind-witch]

homophobic person: YOU ARE GOING TO HELL FOR BEING GAY

me, sitting in the circle made of crystals and black candles, shuffling my tarot deck, in the middle of pagan ritual, praying to Old Gods in the room full of pentagrams and witchcraft symbols: are you sure about that reason, sir?

[virqosgroove]

Slide this fast and look at the magic

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Reblog for good luck if you saw purple!!!

Original post here 

[sixpenceee]

Downward force created by a pigeon’s wings. (Source)

[headofspectre-deactivated202101]

Don’t bullshit me you summoned a Shadow Pidgeon

[theclothdiary-deactivated201812]

This is cool as fuck

[bluelightenterprises]

Who would have thought the Dark Ones would enter our world using pigeons.

[neverthere12345]

A list of companies supporting Trump’s re-election is currently going viral. People are surprised.

[fangedbratz]

here’s a site that shows anti-trump companies to support instead

[jjjjjjjjjjohn]

been making these skeleton gifs for 5 years this month!  to celebrate here are some of skelly’s greatest hits from 2014-18 ✨💀🎉🌿✨

[ttv]

Skelly’s Greatest Hits

Date: 2014-2018

Artist: jjjjjjjjjjohn

More: In 2014, John Karel created the character Skelly. Five years later, the character has evolved from a pizza-eater to a unicyclist, all the while illustrating a fascination with the morbid and the mundane. Karel’s work has been featured in Vice Creators, Super Deluxe, Format Magazine.

His latest release is the animated sticker pack, Yeehaw Skelly.

[candycorn-dreams]

Reblog if you support squishy bellies, have a squishy belly, or have the desire to summon satan

[yourwitchmama]

Don’t Want A Deity Altar?

Make an elemental altar for whatever element you feel the most connected to.

Dedicate an altar to the Moon, the stars, the faraway galaxies.

Honor the Earth on an altar filled with river pebbles and moss and dirt from places that are special to you.

Make a self-empowering altar full of things you like and things that make you feel good about yourself.

Dedicate an altar to your spirit guide and intuitively fill it with things that help you feel connected to them.

Make an altar for people who inspire you who may or may not be dead.

Make an outdoor altar to honor the spirits of the land.

Leave offerings at a flower-filled altar for your local fae, house spirits, or ancestors.

If you feel close to angels and other Light Beings, invite their blessings with an altar.

Make a minimalistic altar dedicated to the concept of simplicity or nothingness.

The possibilities are limitless. If deity-worship is uncomfortable for you, create a space where you can ground, meditate, and feel magickal without the aid of a deity. The purpose of an altar is to create a sacred space that makes you feel alive with magickal energy, safe, protected, thoughtful. It’s your own special place. Make it a place you’d like to visit often.

[skellylicious]

this is a blessing bat and you don’t have to do anything for it to work. once u see it you are blessed forever.

[hexiest]

Witchy Mood Music

I responded to a post about chants and music to help raise energy (for hausofsageandcrystals & ace-of-pentacles) before or during practicing magic, and I thought instead of just helping that person, I’d just make a master post to help anyone who might be looking for a list like this.

Each artist is listed here with a link to an example of their music… I would 10/10 recommend all of these artists to anyone with a taste for the medieval/pagan/witchy feel. I will do my best to define the genre of music they all fall under for you guys. 

Blackmore’s Night - English Renaissance Inspired Medieval Folk Rock 

Loreena McKennit - Eclectic Celtic (good for Christo-pagans)

Faun - Medieval Folk (German)

Lyriel - Folk Metal

Nightwish - Symphonic Metal/Folk Metal

Celtic Woman - Modernized Celtic/Covers

Enya - Synthesized Celtic Folk

Elane - Gothic Folk (German)

Edenbridge - Symphonic Metal/Folk Metal

Clannad - New Age Celtic Folk

The Moon and The Nightspirit - Medieval Folk/Neofolk

Lunatica - Symphonic Metal/Folk Metal

Inkubus Sukkubus - Pagan Gothic Rock

Xandria - Symphonic Metal

Mediæval Bæbes- Medieval Folk

Kamelot - Power Metal with Medieval Themes

Capercaillie - Gaelic Funky Folk

Gregorian - Gregorian Chant versions of Modern Pop 

Altan - Celtic Folk

Within Temptation - Symphonic Rock 

Corvus Corax - Neo-Medieval Folk Metal

Cruachan - Pagan Metal

Haggard - Medieval Folk Metal

Celtic Spirit - New Age Celtic Folk

Era - Gregorian Chants/New Age/Ethereal

Moya Brennan - New Age Celtic Folk

Abney Park - Industrial Gothic Folk with a Steampunk Vibe

Lindsey Stirling - Violin Folk/Rock/Pop 

Sava - Medieval Folk ☆

Gaelic Storm - Traditional Celtic/Pub Songs

Avantasia - Symphonic Metal

Edguy - Power Metal

Battlelore - Symphonic Metal with a Medieval/Viking Theme

Vanessa Mae - Modernized Classical

David Arkenstone - New Age Celtic with LotR Themes

Angelzoom - New Age

The Corrs - Folk Pop

T-Rex - 70s Rock with Pagan Flair

The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath a Cloud - Gothic Medieval Neofolk ☆

Adrian Von Ziegler - Traditional Celtic

Dead Can Dance - Darkwave/Gothic World

Omnia - Neo-Celtic Pagan Folk

S.J. Tucker - Pagan Folk

TÝR - Pagan Symphonic Metal

Wardruna - Nordic Folk

Lumsk - Viking Folk Metal

Krauka - Viking Folk ☆

BrunuhVille - Fantasy Instrumental

Fleetwood Mac - everyone knows Stevie Nicks is a Witch ok

Lorde - Alternative pop 

Aurora - Indie synth pop with really neat vibes

Florence + the Machine - Alternative indie rock

Haroula Rose -  Indie psych folk with haunting vocals

Lewis Watson - Indie acoustic singer-songwriter

Lana Del Rey - Indie pop with a haunting cult vibe

Forndom - Dark, ambient Swedish neofolk with Norse references

Anilah - Ethereal, ambient neofolk chants

Eluveitie - Celtic pagan folk metal 

Heidevolk - Dutch pagan viking folk metal

Korpiklaani - Finnish viking folk metal

Nechochwen - Native American inspired neofolk

Hoopy Frood - Psychedelic ambient chill electronic

Carved in Stone - German acoustic neofolk

Matt Norris & The Moon - Alternative folk with Scottish roots

Kerli - Estonian alternative pop-rock (English lyrics)

Eivør - Icelandic Faroese folk/alternative pop-rock (English lyrics)

Dark Sarah - Finnish symphonic gothic metal

Jonne - Finnish folk rock

Eurielle - Classical crossover, synth/acoustic folk with melodic vocals

The Soil Bleeds Black - Medieval neofolk

Wendy Rule - New age neo-pagan folk

Gaia Consort - Celtic neo-pagan folk 

Pragnavit - Dark ambient pagan folk

Damh the Bard - Celtic-inspired pagan Druid folk

Zolita - Electronic indie cult-pop with heavy lgbt & feminist themes

Sevdaliza - Ambient alternative art-pop/trip-hop

Grimes - Electronic experimental psychedelic dream-pop

Nyxx - Dark electronic pop-metal

Elyose - French symphonic gothic electro-metal

Blackbriar - Symphonic gothic electro-metal

Ivy Levan - “Blue-eyed soul”/Pop (modern female witch aesthetic in vids)

Ulvesang - Neofolk from Nova Scotia

Louise Lemón - “Death-Gospel”, slow-paced alt rock w/ relevant themes

Darkher - Darkfolk, ethereal wave, gothic neofolk

Vodun - Psychedelic Metal with a funk vibe and voodoo themes

Heilung - Nordic neofolk/darkfolk

Skuggsjá - Norwegian darkfolk/black metal

Sangre de Muerdago - Spanish darkfolk/neofolk

Jethro Tull - 1970s progressive folk rock

Lurte - Aragonese medieval folk rock

Nebelhexë - Pagan darkwave

Emerald Rose - Pagan neofolk/chants

Stille Volk - French celtic neofolk/chants

Ataraxia - Italian neoclassical darkwave

Kellianna - Neofolk with Hellenic references & Wiccan themes

Laboratorium Pieśni - Polish/Slavic acoustic neofolk

Whirling Pope Joan - French folk/Hurdy Gurdy

Braia - Brazilian progressive rock with an Irish Celtic sound

Claudiney Prieto - Brazilian Wiccan neofolk

Kajiura Yuki ( 梶浦由記 ) - Japanese anime instrumentals

See-Saw - Japanese experimental pop (anime themes)

Kalafina - Japanese neoclassical pop-rock

Wagakki Band ( 和楽器バンド ) -  Japanese folk fusion rock

Angelit - Finnish electronic folk rock

Kari Rueslåtten - Norwegian neofolk

AURORA - Melodic synthpop/neofolk with chanting

Cellar Darling - Melodic folk rock

Rainbow - 1970s metal/rock with Richie Blackmore of Blackmore’s Night

Richard Einhart - Modern classical

Christopher Tin - Modern classical composer for video games

Le Mystère des Voix Bulgares - Bulgarian folk

Globus - Epic cinematic rock

E.S. Posthumus - New age orchestral instrumentals

Villa-Lobos - Modern orchestral composer

Break of Reality - Cello covers of modern songs

2Cellos - Cello covers/mashups/originals

David Garrett - Violinist who covers modern songs/soundtracks

Trobar de Morte - Spanish medieval neofolk

Mägo de Oz - Spanish power folk metal

Danheim - Nordic pagan darkfolk/neofolk

Garmarna - Swedish medieval folk rock

Schandmaul - German medieval folk rock

Subway to Sally - German medieval folk rock

In Extremo - German medieval folk metal

Santiano - German folk-rock shanties

Heather Dale - Celtic medieval neofolk

Ghost - Psychedelic occult metal (Satanic/Luciferian vibes)

Separate list for OSTs! Selections from these will also be included in the playlist if I can find them.

Black Sails OST - Bear McCreary (Pirate shanty-style instrumentals)

Journey OST - Austin Wintory (Peaceful, melodic intrumentals)

Ori and the Blind Forest OST - Gareth Coker (Surreal instrumentals)

Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag OST - Brian Tyler (Pirate shanties)

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt OST -  Marcin Przybyłowicz, Mikołaj Stroiński, Percival (Cinematic orchestral with celtic vibes and chants mixed in)

Dragon Age: Inquisition OST - Trevor Morris (Cinematic orchestral with gregorian-style chanting)

Violet Evergarden OST - Various Artists (Cinematic instrumentals with very whimsical emotion-driven sounds)

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim OST -  Jeremy Soule, Mark Lampert (Cinematic orchestral with gregorian-style chants in the game’s dragon-tongue as well as tavern songs)

I hope this list is helpful for people! These are just some of my favorites, if there is anyone you think I should add to this list, message me! :)

Also adding a link to a new spotify playlist that includes all of the artists from this list that spotify has. I’ll mark the ones that aren’t on it with “☆”

WITCHY MOOD MUSIC SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

☽hexiest☾

[hexiest]

Hello again friends!

I know it’s been quite some time but I do read all of your comments and messages, and I have updated this list again today with additions and amendments from several Tumblr users!

Thank you so much to the following users for their recommendations to this list:

@icarusskycruiser @dunnimagining @panspanther @artemis-devotee @cukibola @nakedpagan @chaosqueen2222 @herbs-and-nerds  @darkfellartist

And similarly, a huge thanks to the following users who left comments with helpful information about certain artists:

@halethevampire  for their advising that Loreena McKennit is great for Christopagans, as well as @sara8181 & @johyejung for letting me know that  Eivør is actually Faroese rather than Icelandic! 

I really appreciate everyone’s comments and helpfulness in building this list, and I will be slowly adding all of the new additions into the Spotify playlist linked at the bottom of the original post.

Much love to all!

☽hexiest☾

[biotechwitch-deactivated2018122]

[jackdawlord]

Time to pull up immunity dog again. Starting to see those “like and reblog or horrifying stuff will happen” floating in my dash again. :\

[incorrectnorse-quotes]

"If Norse Mythology had social media" should be a series

Random jotunn on Twitter: I wonder if Sigyn sometimes finds a comment about how slutty her husband, Loki Laufeyjarson, looks, and is like “Yeah”

Sigyn, replying: Yeah

[glumshoe]

reblog if you’re a SHARK APOLOGIST

[chief-of-project-e]

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

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

[queer-trans-amazon-deactivated2]

#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.

[floppyschoice]

the cha cha slide in full metal armor

[floppyschoice]

“sliiide to the left”

*indescribably loud screeching of metal against asphalt*

[floppyschoice]

“one hop this time”

*clonk*

“two hops this time”

*clonk clonk*

[floppyschoice]

“everybody clap your hands!”

*clankclankclankclankclank*

[snakeybones]

Ask and ye shall receive ft. my drunk ass Any other requests? Send ‘em my way! 

[beggars-opera]

this is peak fucking comedy

[resonance-of-libra]

When it comes to shadow work, I think a lot of people miss a really big aspect of it by only seeing it as “your dark side, the stuff you don’t like.”

It’s really the stuff you don’t look at, the stuff that’s repressed - including good things! If you’ve ever said “oh, I used to draw a lot… I don’t know why I don’t anymore…” that’s a GREAT opportunity for shadow work, even if it’s not an “ugly side of yourself” thing. That inner artist, it’s a part of yourself that’s screaming out to be acknowledged, accepted and expressed! That’s such an important aspect of shadow work!

Dig into why you don’t let yourself shine. It might amaze you what comes up, and how intense it is.

[chironomy]

Slamming the reblog button! There’s a lot of Bad Stuff in one’s shadow, but there’s also a lot of GOOD stuff there we were discouraged from expressing because parents’ issues and oppression and capitalism.

[goodbonesassembling]

YES! Also so much of the Bad Stuff comes down to how we understand it and whose lens we’re veiwing it through. Doing shadow work should involve questioning why you think it’s a bad thing and whether that value judgement is actually coming from your own ethics or comes from someone else’s rules that you’ve internalized. Don’t let all if the potentially wonderful things you are capable of slowly turn sour because someone else told you to be ashamed of it!

[bellewitchh]

Loki

small devotional acts inspired by a series created by Mouse @heatherwitch

- Particpate in your local Pride (Loki was genderfluid pansexul after all)

- Volunteer and/or Donate to help the mentally ill (Loki was the patron saint of madness) (edit: apparently the patron saint of madness was ACTUALLY Odin, i was misinformed!! my apologies!! this would be a good dedication to Odin, though i think it could be dedicated to Loki as well, after all he himself was a bit chaotic and insane at times. Thank you @northern-seidmadr for the clarification!!)

- Put cinnamon in your coffee

- Wear more green and orange

- Be kind to every dog you meet

- Offer to give your friend a haircut

- Burn mistletoe incense

- Take up embroidery/cross-stiching

- Learn to tell if a snake is poisonous venomous or not (thank you to @hemightbegiant for pointing out my idiotic mistake 😂)

- Always have a lighter, or matches

- Become comfortable with your scars

- Consider getting a pet snake

- Indulge in a glass of mead, whiskey, scotch, or bourbon

- Explore and overcome your past pain and trauma

- Play a good natured practical joke or prank on someone

- Think of him on April Fools’ Day

- Wear faux snake skin

- Accentuate your lips with adventurous lipstick colors and glosses

- Give him gifts on both mothers and fathers day

Feel free to add your own!!