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@angiesspirits
if you reblog or post anything related to:
- heathenry (and you aren’t at all apart of folkism
- kemeticism
- hellenismos
- spells
- pop culture paganism
- witch / pagan aesthetics (i LOVE aesthetic ;-;)
- anything else pagan or witchcraft related <3
please reblog or like this <3
Witches Reblog If...
• New, young, or considering witches can ask you questions
• Your blog is free of hate and is a safe learning community (this includes bashing christians/non-pagans)
• No questions (as long as they aren’t creepy) will be laughed at or shamed
• It’s okay to ask you for advice or opinions, even if you are an experienced witch.
• Your blog is inviting and welcoming and is a space for education on the craft.
I will follow you, because tumblr needs more of these witches.
Reblogging! :D :)
Most definitely!!
a friendly, gentle reminder, if you need it, or if you’re feeling unsure:
the gods want to be worshipped. they grant us many things and return, we open ourselves to them and give in return. the gods want to be worshipped. even the smallest offering, the smallest prayer, the smallest act of devotion, when given with reverence and love is just as good and deserving as a large and elaborate ritual. the gods want to be worshipped. they want to hear your voice singing them a hymn, reciting them a poem, saying a few words of gratitude and praise.
if you’re feeling unsure, unworthy, or undeserving, it’s alright. we all feel that way. but give anyway. even if it’s small, even if you don’t think it’s good enough, give. give with all your heart, with all of the love that brings you to them in the first place.
all you need to do is the best you can. they will understand. they know what’s in your heart.
that’s enough. what you can do is enough.
you are not unworthy.
like i really fuckin love those modern gods posts.
but think about: modern worshipers
-college kids offering food stolen out of their cafeteria
-eshrines made by kids whose parents wont allow altars
-teenagers with their hair tucked into a trucker hat because they are unable to veil properly for their gods
-offerings of boones farm and mikes hard lemonade
-skin covered in classical tattoos devoted to the gods
-stereos blaring musical offerings of carefully crafted playlists
-children learning to love gods they were taught as myths
-high school students acing their lit test on the Iliad because they already have itab half memorized
THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE FOR
This is what it is for a lot of us.
100% this is my life ^^
Yeah, no imagining required, guys.
The secret desk drawer stash of Keurig cups you ordered at your own expense because it’s the special devotional coffee blend.
Business development leads at 9 am, going into the presentation that will make or break the seven-figure deal, mumbling their gods’ names under their breath over and over as they mentally run through the presentation for the thousandth time in the past twelve hours till the room quiets and the pitch begins.
That feel when super heavy crunch week at the office is also super heavy incoming gnosis week and super heavy experiential overwhelm week.
Middle-aged marketing managers quietly having important conversations with their gods in the liminal space of the daily subway commute.
(Sorry, but I’ve seen this post about 20 times and keep resisting the urge to point out that older modern devotees exist, and this reblog caught me at a time when I was exhausted enough because of item three to give in.)
Scientists sacrificing test mice to the Gods for success. (happens)
Chemist making colourful flames before an important synthesis to please the Gods of Trouble and not have them interfere.
Drawing sigils onto the bottoms of reaction flasks.
@grimnirs-child @secondgenerationimmigrant look we’re not alooone
This is so beautiful. I’m so glad to hear that more of us exist and worship this way.
MOAR. I have to go out immediately rn but we so need to start a science pagans tag or thread or something.
The frazzled mother that breaks down in tears the minute she closes the door when telling her child goodnight, harried prayers of thanks to Demeter for helping her get through the day.
The house wife whispering prayers of thanks to Athena when dousing her pan in olive oil, lighting a candle to Hestia to reflect on while she cooks, peeling potatoes over the sink and thanking Demeter for her bounty.
Stealing an extra hour after everyone has gone to sleep to serve her gods Their offerings and give them a hello prayer of thanks. Not because it needs to be a secret, but because that’s the only time she gets unquestionable alone time.
Having a fight with her spouse and desperately praying to Hera to help her see how to make it right. Leaving Her offerings of thanks before they celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Seeing the stretch marks covering her abdomen, and the fine lines starting to come in under her eyes and praying to Aphrodite to help her continue to love herself in her aging body.
Stealing away from everyone while having a day at the beach to have a devotional swim with Poseidon.
Running errands in an unfamiliar part of town and having a chat with Hermes about not getting lost.
Hephaestus, please bless my car, because I can not afford another maintenance bill right now.
Thanking Athena for Her solid support and cool strength of mind while steering her family and life through yet another crisis.
Lighting a candle to Hermes when paying the bills.
Believing in magic should not negate your ability to believe in science, practice critical thinking, or reserve belief in a thing until presented with proof.
If it does, you have bigger problems than people not believing you when you claim you can teleport or turn into a mermaid.
this is ableist tho jsyk
And your explanation of how my post is ableist is…..where?
Telling people that they should still practice common sense even while believing in magic is HARDLY ableist.
sorry what do you mean by the "why" of religion?
I just saw a Neowiccan diagram of how to lay out an altar and exactly where to place each bowl and exactly what color candles to use where.
Why? What’s the red candle for? Why do silver and gold mean goddess and god? Why do you need four elements? Does the athame really have to be on the right next to the wand? Who decided this? What was their reasoning?
People constantly post correspondences of what fucking rock or leaf symbolizes what trait or abstract concept.
Why? Where did these come from? Are they Shakespearean associations? Is it symbolic or is there a real literal connection? What if the rock is pink instead of blue? What if the rock is dyed or manmade? Does that change things? WHY does it change things?
Oh, you say snakes are associated with Asklepios, god of medicine?
Why? Did you even know that the Greeks were smart enough to realize snakes drove off rodents, who spread disease? Or are you content to just regurgitate contextless facts with no actual understanding?
Knowing the what but not the why isn’t LEARNING. It’s MEMORIZATION.
Why do you feel like Aphrodite would be a fan of slashing men's throats with a perfume bottle?
Aphrodite can be Aphrodite Eleemon, The merciful
But she can also be Aphrodite Enoplios, Bearing weapons
Aphrodite can be Aphrodite Pandemos, she who is of all people
But Aphrodite is also Aphrodite Androphonos, the killer of men
Aphrodite is the lover of Aries, Aphrodite Areia, Aries the god of war and bloodlust. She is Aphrodite Epitumbidia, the goddess who lays upon graves. She is Aphrodite Skotia, queen of the beautiful darkness, she is AphroditeTumborukhos, the grave digger.
Aphrodite is the taste of the sweetest lover on your lips, and blood in the back of your throat. She is the the lightness and newness coming from the sea at dawn, and the darkest night on a moonless ocean.
She is so much more than the goddess of love and happiness. Just as easily as she can send you over the edge of joy, she’ll bring you crashing down on the bottom of heartbreak.
Hey there, I'm just starting off in witchcraft, so I was wondering if you could help me with figuring out a spell. The last step of a spell for attracting love is to place an apple core at the nearest crossroads, but I live in a city with asphalt roads and heavy littering fines. Ideas for substitutions? Thanks!
Oh man, that’s a tough one. I know there are substitutions for burying at crossroads. My girlfriend suggested burning it and sprinkling it at a crossroads. That could work if you’re somehow able to burn the apple core somehow. XD Followers, any ideas?
eat the apple, save the seeds and bury them. let the love take roots with the seeds.
Know What You Have Done
Requested by @glithch
This is neither a curse, nor a hex, as it does not return the pain caused (though it can easily be reformatted to do so), but simply makes the aggressor aware of it. More than that, it is to force them to understand the pain caused. Do not be wary of its simplicity, for its effects are tried and true.
Gather
A large bowl – the darker in color the better **
Water **
(Optional, though highly recommended): a personal affect of your aggressor)
(Optional: a Candle, black or white)
** Alternately, you can replace the bowl and water for a mirror or other scrying surface of your choosing
Instructions
Take with you your items to a dark room. Light the candle (or another dull light source) and pour your water into the bowl. The goal is to arrange it so that you cannot see through the water, but can only see the reflection on its surface.
When you have found the perfect lighting, take the personal affect in your left hand and “find” them in the water. You want to use the affect to attune to their spirit/energy so that you can “see” them. Keep working until you have a definitive link. You will know it when you have it.
Once the link has been made, using your right hand, dip your fingers into the water (hence why the bowl of water is preferred) – this represents their subconsciousness. Bring forth the incident in which you were wrong and “place alongside” it, your own pain. Not in such a way as to inflict the pain, but to make them aware of your own. If you find it easier, feel free to speak what they have done aloud and the results of their actions. “This is what you have done.”
When you have said your peace and shown them what they need to see, break the link by flicking the water from your fingers onto the surface and releasing the personal affect from your hand. Pour out the water wherever convenient and do with the personal affect whatever you feel is appropriate. There is no need to destroy or get rid of it – in fact, you may wish to hold onto it for any further work.
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This could legit be used to put any thought into someone’s head omg it’s amazing
[Note: You can click this to see it fullsize if it’s hard to read!]
Stamping out the habit of labelling elements, planets, ingredients and concepts as masculine of feminine is an important part of making the magic community comfortable and accessible for everyone!
₪₪ M O D E R N O L Y M P I A N S ₪₪
a p h r o d i t e
would all lgbtqa+ witches/pagans/wiccans reblog or like this pls
“You have to be in a calm, peaceful, positive mindset to work magic!”
No.
Magic isn’t some pixie-dust fairy tale cure that can only do good.
Magic is power. It is chaos, change, control.
I will not quell my emotions to suit your ‘magic’. Flowers will bloom with my laughter and hell fire will rain down with my fury.
Emotions do not weaken my magic. They make it stronger.
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
wow. read this whole thing.
This day has been so weird. I think the additional post from op was something I needed to see.
I feel like there’s a lot of space for young (as in children) witches to get taken advantage of. Especially with all this talk of mentors.
I’ll think about this and write more later but I remember casting a circle for the first time when I was 13 and being desperate to find anyone else who was like me.
If I had found tumblr then I would be ripe to be taken advantage of and I know there are so many young folks who are probably a lot like I was. And I worry about them.
So- 13 year old witches doing magic over your cereal and tea, in your bed room and bathroom whenever you have a scrap of privacy, desperately fanning candle smoke out of your room because you’re afraid your guardians will smell it- be wary of adult “mentors”, be wary of older teens who seem so wise, be safe y'all. I mean it.
You are smart but you are young as crap and there are people who will hurt you because of that, even if they themselves think they are helping you.
Drawl boundaries in bold and when someone crosses them block them and if they keep crossing them call in back up.
This isn’t a super serious witchcraft blog, it’s mostly cats and blowing off steam, but I’m here for y'all.
I agree and I’m also a little concerned that so many people are seeking mentors via posting to tumblr about it. It strikes me as an easy way to be manipulated. I myself have received offers from people to teach me various things, and even after I turned them down, I still felt pressured to do and be certain things.
I’m not saying online mentoring can’t be a thing but I don’t think the way to go about it is just to be like “HI I’M NEW TO TUMBLR I CAN HAS MENTOR?” especially when you’re young. Take time to figure stuff out. Study on your own. There are lots of posts here with resources for a variety of traditions to get you started.
@swampseer has spoken a few times on how she and others have been really fucked over by mentors in the witch community. Mentor gives an severe imbalance and really can - and often does it seems - lead to manipulation. Witchcraft is a very individual thing in my opinion. Definitely go to people and ask for advice and maybe a bit of input, but don’t let a mentor define your path. They don’t know what’s best for you. You do. Yes, get advice to form an informed decision. But don’t get yourself into a situation where you feel pressured to conform to someone else’s expectations.
I mean also peers. Power and age imbalance is a thing, but it is not the only context in which manipulation & abuse occur.
What I went through as regards spiritual abuse also involved witchcraft & witchcraft-adjacent things and my ex? Exactly the same age as me and in other respects a good friend and apparently decent person. Abuse does not always fit an easy pattern of moustache-twirling adult manipulating a teenager.
Be wary, practise good discernment & keep your boundaries in place with everyone. I’m not saying be paranoid or that everyone is out to get you - just be aware. Witchcraft & adjacent things are by nature full of experiences that are hard or impossible to verify and rely on people’s say-so, which means manipulative people have a LOT of wiggle room. Know that not everything is false but likewise not everything is real.
Stormsorceress’ Shatter Your Dreams Curse
Curse Request: Could you make a curse that will make someone lose motivation and passion in what they love?
Items needed:
Sand
Piece of paper and marker
Small glass jar
Bucket
Method:
On the piece of paper, write your target’s name with marker. Place the paper inside the jar.
Fill the jar with sand, covering the piece of paper.
Say: Dreaming peacefully, you think you’re safe, Allow me to introduce the Sandman’s wraith.
Drop the jar from a height, into the bucket, allowing it to shatter.
Say: I’ll shatter the dreams you had in sight, Letting loose dream horrors on this night.
Discard the remains in the trash.
Setting the World Straight on Graveyard Dirt
If someone tells you that graveyard dirt is a euphemism for ground mullein or patchouli, don’t listen. When it comes to graveyard dirt, those people don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.
Graveyard dirt is, quite simply, dirt from a graveyard. No mystical herbal mixtures or what have you. It’s dirt. More specifically, it’s dirt from the graveyard at large rather than a certain grave.
Grave dirt is the dirt from a particular grave, used to hire that specific spirit.
Graveyard dust, though the term is often used interchangeably with graveyard dirt, isn’t the same thing. It refers to the fine particles that collect on the headstones and can be brushed off into a small bottle.
Goofer dust, which is also improperly used to refer to graveyard dirt, is something different altogether. However, graveyard dirt is a component of goofer dust.
So let’s review.
Graveyard Dirt: dirt from a graveyard
Grave Dirt: dirt from a specific grave
Graveyard Dust: dust and particulates from headstones
Goofer Dust: a specific mixture which includes graveyard dirt
There. Now you know. That misinformation drives me nuts, so I just had to make a post about it. If you want to know more, my ask is always open.
