Amethyst&Sage

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

Meanwhile they just worshipped weaponry violence and riches 💩🤑

[strawberrycauldrons]

Witchcraft: Mabon Information and Inspiration

Mabon is only a few days away in the northern hemisphere, so I hope this may help you plan! 🍂

Credit: thewitchoftheforest, witchytips, losillewitch, leladymoon, Spoonie Witches Facebook, blessingmanifesting.com

[thepunkgreenwitch-deactivated20]

Could you give me some tips to get started?

This is gonna be a long ass post. My apologies. Anyone is more than welcome to add to this list.

Blogs I recommend: X

 Beginner Witchcraft

Old Motherredcap’s Reading List

Advice for beginner witches

Things to consider

Defining “witchcraft”

Magic and witchcraft

Research for Newbie Witches

Websites for Herbal Properties and Useage

Different Types of Witchcraft

Secular Witchcraft

Cultural Appropriation

The G word

Spells and charms for Beginners

Dispelling Spells

Lavender’s Wishing Spell

Burning Bridges Spell

Chocolate Money Spell

Spell to Ease Jealousy

Emotional Cleansing Spell

Rainbow Protection Bottle

Wreaths for Protection and Happiness

Energy Bath

Motivation Chant

Pick me up Cleansing Jar

Protection Jar

Rosemary and Lavender Smokeless Cleansing

List of Cleansing Spells

Meditation

50 Meditation Tips

An Earth Meditation

Benefits of Meditation

Breathe & Relax

Grounding, Centering, & Shielding

Grounding - Grounding Techniques - Ungrounded Symptoms

Grounding & Centering

Centering

Shielding: (1) (2)

Budgeted Witchcraft:

Tips & Tricks for Frugal Witches

Moonstone Beginning’s Frugal Pagan Resource

A Witch in a Pinch (Blog)

Budget Witch (Blog)

Witchcraft on a Budget

Being a Witch on a Budget

Budget Witchcraft (Site)

Accumulating Witch Stuff on a Budget

Ways to Practice Witchcraft with Little or No Money

Chaos Magic:

Chaos Magic in a Nutshell

What is Chaos Magick? 

Chaos Magic- The Misunderstood Path

Chaos Magick (a multitude of articles pertaining to chaos magic)

Introduction to Chaos Magic

Chaos Magic Theory

Chaoism & Chaos Magic: A Personal View

Oven-Ready Chaos; Phil Hine

Liber Null & Psychonaut: An Introduction to Chaos Magic- Peter J. Carroll

Sigil Crafting:

A Beginner’s Guide to Sigil Craft

Ways to Use Sigils 

Sigils Reboot: How To Get Big Magic From Little Squiggles

An Essay On Sigil Crafting 

Practical Sigil Magic- Frater U. D.

Sigilmaking with Lee 

Sigil Magic: Making a Magical Sigil

Sigils… 

Sigil Daily: Creation & Activation

Magic/Sigil Circles 

Chaos Magic: Basic Sigil Magic

Sigils 

A Brief Overview of Sigil Magick

Sigils and Seals 101 

Sigils

Sigil Crafting Method 

Creating a Sigil

Sigil Masterpost (gif warning!)

Sigils in Theory and Practice

How Do You Make Sigils? 

On the Preparation and Usage of Sigils

Sigil Magic

Sigil 101 

Practical Sigil Magick

The Sigil Bowl 

Sigil Basics

What Are Sigils? 

Making Outdoor Sigils

Online Sigil Generator

Sigilisation

Sigil Magic

Sigil Making Process, by Rook 

Sigil Making Process, by Richtor 

Sigil Charging:

My Super-Physically-Mentally Intense Method of Charging Sigils…

How to Charge Sigils 

Firing Off Sigils

A Personal Method of Charging Sigils 

How to Charge a Sigil Playing Video Games

Charging Your Sigils- A Brief Explanation 

Charging and Firing Sigils 

How to Use Sigils 

The Fae Resources

Books

The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries – W.Y. Evans-Wentz

The Secret Commonwealth: Of Elves, Fauns, and Fairies – Robert Kirk

Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry – Yeats

Treasury of Irish Myth, Legend, and Folklore – Yeats

The Fairies in Tradition and Literature – Katherine Briggs

An Encyclopedia of Fairies: Hobgoblins, Brownies, Bogies, & Other Supernatural Creatures – Katherine Briggs

The Vanishing People: Fairy Lore and Legends – Katherine Briggs

The Sidhe: Wisdom from the Celtic Otherworld – John Matthews

Through the Faerie Glass-Kenny Klein

Websites

The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries (Sacred Texts)

The Secret Commonwealth: Of Elves, Fauns, and Fairies (Sacred Texts)

Ancient Legends, Mystic Charms and Superstitions of Ireland – Lady Wilde

Puck – That shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow

The Fairy Family: A Series of Ballads & Metrical Tales Illustrating the Fairy Mythology of Europe

The Fairy Mythology: Illustrative of the Romance and Superstition of Various Countries

“The Fairy Doctor” – Lady Wilde

Sacred Text: Fairy Mythology Index

Divination

Tarot

All About Tarot

All About Tarot Readings

Many Different Uses For The Tarot

Tarot Deck Outline

Choosing The Tarot Deck That Is Right For You

What To Look For In A Tarot Deck

Choosing A Tarot Deck Just For Reading Others

Connecting With Your Tarot Deck

Top 3 Beginner Tarot Books

When To Cleanse Your Tarot Deck

How To Cleanse Your Tarot Deck

Recharging Your Tarot Cards

Cleansing Your Tarot Reading Space

Purifying Your Tarot Cards

Three Ways To Shuffle Your Tarot Deck

Six Ways To Choose A Tarot Card

How To Clear Your Tarot Deck

How To Store And Care For Your Tarot Cards

Minor Arcana Keyword Chart

Tarot: Quick and Dirty Keyword Sheets

Tarot Cheat Sheets

Tarot Reversal Keyword Sheet

Major Arcana Meanings

Court Card Interpretations

The Major Arcana

Court Cards In Tarot

The Tarot Suits

Tarot Suit Info Cards

Topics You Can Use In Your Own Custom Tarot Spreads

Great Topics To Ask The Tarot With Only 1-3 Cards

Four Decks To Help You Create Your Own Tarot Spreads

How To Design A Tarot Spread For A Client

Classic Tarot Spread Positions

Interview Your New Tarot Deck

Effective Tarot Questions

How To Create Your Own Spreads

Tips When Reading Tarot For Others

New And Old Tarot Traditions

Four Myths About Fortune Telling

Fortune Teller Isn’t A Bad Word

Quirky Tarot Habits

Six Types Of Tarot Readers

4 Easy Steps to Learn Tarot

How To Read Tarot Cards

Why “Free” Tarot Readings Are Not Ever Really Free

How To Interpret Reversed Tarot Cards

What To Do With Jumper Cards

Tarot Exhaustion

Tarot Relaxation And Grounding Exercise

Four Tips On Reading “Negative” Tarot Cards

How To Deal With “Going Blank” During A Tarot Reading

Tips When Reading Tarot At A Special Event

Ideologies That Hold You Back As A Tarot Reader

Six Mistakes To Avoid When Reading Tarot For Yourself

How To Obtain The Clients Energy During a Tarot Reading Without Them Touching Your Cards

Reading Tarot With Confidence

Scrying

How to

Lithomancy

How to

Runes

Interpretations

Glamours

Glamoured Shower Disks

Goddess Glamour Bath

Witch of the Waste’s Glamour Enchanted Jewelry Spell

Blood Magic

Ethics and Safety

PSA to Blood Witches

Blood Magic 101

Starting Blood Magic

When you’re no longer a beginner

Blood Christening

How Not to Use Blood Magic

Sexual Sangomancy and Blood Bonding; Pros, Cons, and Safety

Blood and Bone Magick

Use of Blood in Folklore and Magic

Potions

Quick Guide to Potions and Lotions

Herbal Brews Introduction

Herbal How To: Infusion

Herbal How To: Tinctures and Extracts

Minerals that are NOT Suitable for Adding to Water

Magical Properties of Herbs, Roots, Flowers, Barks, and Resins

Herbs to Avoid During Pregnancy

Poisonous Herbs: Hazards

List of Poisonous Herbs (Magical Uses and Safety Warnings)

Familiars

What are they?

Is this my familiar?

The Familiar Self

Familiars and Gender

The Three Kinds of Familiars

Plants as Familiars

Working with Plants as Familiars

[breelandwalker]

Fairy Tale Spells by Bree NicGarran

Fairy tales have always been with us. Apart from teaching moral lessons and practical cautions, they remain a source of wonder and inspiration that persists even in a modern age dominated by technology.

There is magic in these tales as well - spells and charms that aid the worthy and conquer obstacles, heal the ailing and bring wealth to the poor, thwart the wicked and exact terrible revenge, or grant someone their hearts' desire and make their dearest wishes come true.

I have created over a hundred such spells, inspired by the tales recorded by the Brothers Grimm and the folklore collected by Andrew Lang. One volume was published back in 2017 and another is forthcoming. If you're curious (and maybe a little bit daring), here are some previews of the spells to be found in the pages of The Sisters Grimmoire.

After all, who couldn’t use a bit of Happily Ever After?

The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. I

A Bellyful of Stones - A curse to punish the greedy.

Roughskin - To protect and disguise oneself from those who mean to harm you.

Table of Plenty - To obtain needed money or provisions.

The Red Flower - For removing enchantment.

The Sorrow Pot - To relieve your sorrows and bring justice for a grievance.

The Wall of Thorns - To protect one’s home and property.

The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. II (forthcoming)

Make Sure You Lock Up - To set your household wards when you lock your front door.

The Ferryman's Curse - To curse another with the problems that plague your own life.

The Shining Web - To repel trouble from the home.

You can find more spells from The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. I and potion and powder recipes from Pestlework by checking out the mid-month minisodes of Hex Positive, available on your favorite podcast platform.

All of my titles can be found on Amazon or ordered from the Willow Wings Witch Shop. (If you'd like to see them in your local witch shop, feel free to give the proprietor my contact information!)

If you're enjoying my content, please feel free to drop a little something in the tip jar! 😊

[breelandwalker]

For more fairytale spells and lots of practical witchy advice, make sure you're following Hex Positive on your favorite podcatcher!

[sosuperawesome]

Incense Burners // Alfiggery on Etsy

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

respect & consent are their own kind of magic

[sepdet]

[Description: Tiktok compilation of two dancers in sweats or other gym clothes interpreting various iPhone alert sounds as dance moves synchronized with and vaguely mimicking the sound effects.]

[laogodess]

The difference between WAVERING & PERSISTING. There is ALWAYS movement. PERSIST. PERSIST. PERSIST.

(The examples show a man & woman but it applies to all genders & manifestations 🥰)

[brennabear65]

The day was sunny with wind just cool enough to make the sweat droplets feel like ice as it wisps by. The grass at its peak of green shades dance as the wind gusts in from the north. Talon Hawksley walks down a dusty trail. The same dusty worn down trail he has treked for ages. This trolled on trail leads from the woods to the lovely village of Ingrhamdale.

Talon reaches the gates of Ingrhamdale. He looks up at the high tops and waves to the men on top gaurding the walls. The stone that paves these walls has been around for centuries. Its cracks tells many stories. It will hold strong after all these years. Although there hasnt been a battle to test the structure in decades. Last battle was the Death of the Dragons. A battle that was found on these grounds during the previous king and his reign. Lord Dagin had a run in with the dragons when he found Ingrhamdale. The battle was over land, that the dragons believed to be their rightful property. As usual the humans ran the dragons out of the land but not with out many casualties. Hundreds of dragons and thousands of men lost their lives in the Death of the Dragons.

As adventurous as that is, it is said to be just a myth. The kind of myth your mom tells you so you'll come home before the towns torch is lit. The town torch is a 20 ft tall torch , over seeing all the homes and businesses. The torch is lit every night at the beginning of curfew to let those wandering about at night it is time to retreat to their lovely abodes.

After admiring the structures build and strength and the mystery that lies within, Talon runs downs a ride road that enters into the heart of the village. He knows he has to get home before dinner is ready. He is given the nightly chore of setting the table. Its an easy chore, the only rule is have it done before dinner is ready.

In true adventurer form Talon got caught up in defeating the imaginary woodland creatures and lost track of time. He was in a mad dash not to upset mama. Talon makes his way down the dusty back road and sees Mrs Alwyn owner of Alywn's Food Shack, famous for the best rice buns in town which paired nicely with her curried chicken necks. Her husband Rodi Crowstail is the village bow maker. Nicest man you'll ever meet and artisan of the bows and arrows. His bows are made with the smoothest wood and strongest string. Arrows made with the finest feathers, placed just so. This was the way his father taught him and his fathers before him. Craftsmanship passed down by generations.

Talon runs up to Mrs Alwyn, big smile on his face "hello Mrs Alwyn. Sunny day aint it?" "Ah yes! One of many beautiful days to come, I see" Mrs Alwyn replies back in a tune and a wink. In one flowing motion she swoops her arm across the table, draping a long silky sleeve and opens her hands to reveal a fresh steaming rice bun. ....... Hope you enjoyed a snippet of a book i was working on. Unnamed at this point and time. Stay tuned for more❤

[igmanifestingsiren]

How to change your beliefs and manifest in few days.

Based on an article I found.

"Psychologist Deann Ware, Ph.D., explains that when brain cells communicate frequently, the connection between them strengthens and “the messages that travel the same pathway in the brain over and over begin to transmit faster and faster.” With enough repetition, these behaviors become automatic. Reading, driving, and riding a bike are examples of complicated behaviors that we do automatically because neural pathways have formed."

For example when we read. We don't read letters by letters or words by words. Most of us read by just looking at it. It is automatic. The information goes into the brain extremely fast. Because we repeated the action of reading SO MUCH that our brain process it at "the speed of light".

If you want to create a new belief, you have to REPEAT.

"In terms of repetition, it is estimated that it takes 10,000 repetitions to master a skill and develop the associated neural pathway. As clinicians, we can encourage and support repetition when our patients are working to achieve their health goals."

Most of the time, you will manifest things into your life, under 10 000 repetition. Your 3d will start conforming way quicker than this BUT aiming toward this goals will be very helpful.

Repeating your technique Wether it's affirming, visualising, scripting, is extremely important that's how neural pathways are created, that's how new beliefs are created.

Consistent thoughts = beliefs.

Beliefs = 3d reality.

"Visualization can be a very powerful sense that can help patients build new neural pathways toward behavior change. For example, ask patients to visualize what their optimal health looks like, feels like, and what they would be doing if their diabetes was managed."

How to loop it enough to manifest quickly?

I'm going to specifically focus on visualizing and affirming.

Affirming

You can pick 10 affirmations which implies the same thing. You repeat them 100 times each. In the morning and right before going to sleep. In total you repeated your affirmations 2000 in the day. Tbh I believe that after that much repetition you should have manifested what you want already if you did not waver. If you continue doing it consistently for at least 5 days you would have repeated it 10 000 times and a new neural pathway would have been created. The seed would have been planted. The new belief is here, and your 3D is conforming.

Visualizing

I personally script a scene. A scene that implies that I have what I want. I will loop the scene as many times as I can. Litteraly brain washing my mind with it. Specially when waking up and when going to sleep. If you stay consistent results should come in less than a week.

Repetition creates fast results. No matter the amount of faith you have in your manifestation. You don't have to wait weeks or months to get your manifestation. As long as you repeat it enough, it will show up. You don't have to believe in it, YOU HAVE TO REPEAT IT. You have to persist. Until it shows up, because it will. There's no way it won't.

Affirm, repeat, persist.

The Neuroscience of Behavior Change

Helping patients change behaviors by understanding the brain

[222empyeranenby222]

BRILLIANT

[thistledownandmoss]

Pages from my grimoire

[brennabear65]

Also a lovely way to manifest. Can be pages in a manifestation journal ❤

[writing-prompt-s]

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

[sadoeuphemist]

Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.

“Hope you’re a harvest god,” Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. “It’d be nice, you know.” He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. “I know it’s not much,” he said, his straw hat in his hands. “But - I’ll do what I can. It’d be nice to think there’s a god looking after me.”

The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.

“You should go to a temple in the city,” the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. “A real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. I’m no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?” It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. “I mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. It’s cozy enough. The worship’s been nice. But you can’t honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.”

“This is more than I was expecting when I built it,” Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. “Tell me, what sort of god are you anyway?”

“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. I’m a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then it’s gone.”

The god heaved another sigh. “There’s no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. You’re so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.”

Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. “I like this sort of worship fine,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll continue.”

“Do what you will,” said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. “But don’t say I never warned you otherwise.”

Arepo would say a prayer before the morning’s work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepo’s fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together.

“Useless work,” the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. “There wasn’t a thing I could do to spare you this.”

“We’ll be fine,” Arepo said. “The storm’s blown over. We’ll rebuild. Don’t have much of an offering for today,” he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, “but I think I’ll shore up this thing’s foundations tomorrow, how about that?” 

The god rattled around in the temple and sighed.

A year passed, and then another. The temple had layered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepo’s neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepo’s field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepo’s ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer. 

“There is nothing here for you,” said the god, hudding in the dark. “There is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.” It shivered, and spat out its words. “What is this temple but another burden to you?”

“We -” Arepo said, and his voice wavered. “So it’s a lean year,” he said. “We’ve gone through this before, we’ll get through this again. So we’re hungry,” he said. “We’ve still got each other, don’t we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didn’t protect them from this. No,” he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. “No, I think I like our arrangement fine.”

“There will come worse,” said the god, from the hollows of the stone. “And there will be nothing I can do to save you.”

The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god.

And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War.

Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him.

“I could not save them,” said the god, its voice a low wail. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.” The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. “I have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!”

“Shush,” Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. “Tell me,” he mumbled. “Tell me again. What sort of god are you?”

“I -” said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepo’s head, and closed its eyes and spoke.

“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said, and conjured up the image of them. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth.” Arepo’s lips parted in a smile.

“I am the god of a dozen different nothings,” it said. “The petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -” Its voice broke, and it wept. “Before it’s gone.”

“Beautiful,” Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. “All of them. They were all so beautiful.”

And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god.

[sameenbyhat]

Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them.

“Oh, poor god,” she said, “With no-one to bury your last priest.” Then she paused, because she was from far away. “Or is this how the dead are honored here?” The god roused from its contemplation.

“His name was Arepo,” it said, “He was a sower.”

Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. “How can I honor him?” She asked.

“Bury him,” the god said, “Beneath my altar.”

“All right,” Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel.

“Wait,” the god said when she got back and began collecting the bones from among the broken twigs and fallen leaves. She laid them out on a roll of undyed wool, the only cloth she had. “Wait,” the god said, “I cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful.”

Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god.

“When the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it,” the god said, “When the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came,” the god’s voice faltered. “When War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms.” Sora looked down again at the bones.

“I think you are the god of something very useful,” she said.

“What?” the god asked.

Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. “You are the god of Arepo.”

[stu-pot]

Generations passed. The village recovered from its tragedies—homes rebuilt, gardens re-planted, wounds healed. The old man who once lived on the hill and spoke to stone and rubble had long since been forgotten, but the temple stood in his name. Most believed it to empty, as the god who resided there long ago had fallen silent. Yet, any who passed the decaying shrine felt an ache in their hearts, as though mourning for a lost friend. The cold that seeped from the temple entrance laid their spirits low, and warded off any potential visitors, save for the rare and especially oblivious children who would leave tiny clusters of pink and white flowers that they picked from the surrounding meadow.

The god sat in his peaceful home, staring out at the distant road, to pedestrians, workhorses, and carriages, raining leaves that swirled around bustling feet. How long had it been? The world had progressed without him, for he knew there was no help to be given. The world must be a cruel place, that even the useful gods have abandoned, if farms can flood, harvests can run barren, and homes can burn, he thought.

He had come to understand that humans are senseless creatures, who would pray to a god that cannot grant wishes or bless upon them good fortune. Who would maintain a temple and bring offerings with nothing in return. Who would share their company and meditate with such a fruitless deity. Who would bury a stranger without the hope for profit. What bizarre, futile kindness they had wasted on him. What wonderful, foolish, virtuous, hopeless creatures, humans were.

So he painted the sunset with yellow leaves, enticed the worms to dance in their soil, flourished the boundary between forest and field with blossoms and berries, christened the air with a biting cold before winter came, ripened the apples with crisp, red freckles to break under sinking teeth, and a dozen other nothings, in memory of the man who once praised the god’s work on his dying breath.

“Hello, God of Every Humble Beauty in the World,” called a familiar voice.

The squinting corners of the god’s eyes wept down onto curled lips. “Arepo,” he whispered, for his voice was hoarse from its hundred-year mutism.

“I am the god of devotion, of small kindnesses, of unbreakable bonds. I am the god of selfless, unconditional love, of everlasting friendships, and trust,” Arepo avowed, soothing the other with every word.

“That’s wonderful, Arepo,” he responded between tears, “I’m so happy for you—such a powerful figure will certainly need a grand temple. Will you leave to the city to gather more worshippers? You’ll be adored by all.”

“No,” Arepo smiled.

“Farther than that, to the capitol, then? Thank you for visiting here before your departure.”

“No, I will not go there, either,” Arepo shook his head and chuckled.

“Farther still? What ambitious goals, you must have. There is no doubt in my mind that you will succeed, though,” the elder god continued.

“Actually,” interrupted Arepo, “I’d like to stay here, if you’ll have me.”

The other god was struck speechless. “…. Why would you want to live here?”

“I am the god of unbreakable bonds and everlasting friendships. And you are the god of Arepo.”

[corancoranthemagicalman]

I reblogged this once with the first story. Now the story has grown and I’m crying. This is gorgeous, guys. This is what dreams are made of.

[threefeline]

[writing-prompt-s]

This is amazing!

[constellations-of-dreams]

protection tea recipe

sage- protection, neutralizes energy

black pepper- protection from harm

rosemary- removes negative energies

mint- protection from negative interaction

combine to taste and steep for 5 minutes

stir clockwise to bring in protection and safety

[book-of-scenes]

Instant Vanilla Chai Mix

From Foodie with Family

Tools:

Blender or food processor

Ingredients

1 ½ cups instant unsweetened tea powder I use Nestea.

2 cups granulated white sugar

1 cup non-fat instant dry milk powder

1 cup plain non-dairy creamer powder

1 cup French vanilla or vanilla non-dairy creamer powder

1 tablespoon ground ginger

2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon ground cardamom

½ teaspoon ground black pepper This is optional, but makes the chai spicier.

¼ teaspoon grated nutmeg

1/8 teaspoon ground cloves

For the full recipe, click the link above! Support food bloggers!

[book-of-scenes]

SPICED ORANGE TEA

From Alyssa and Carla

INGREDIENTS

1 cup water

1 tea bag of black tea (I prefer a strong breakfast blend)

1/3 cup orange juice

¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/8 teaspoon ground cloves

1 tablespoon honey (optional, but certainly VERY tasty)

For this quick recipe, follow the link above!

[book-of-scenes]

Cinnamon Tea

All recipes The first four recipes taken from Diabetes Meal Plan which talks about the health benefits of cinnamon if you’re interested in that. I find the original article rather annoying to read so I’m rearranging them to post here, for your enjoyment[?]

According to the article, cinnamon is naturally sweet and doesn’t need to be sweetened much. They recommend liquid stevia, but I don’t think it matters much what sweetener you use. But stay away from agave anything. That species is endangered now.

Anyway, recipes

1. Pure Cinnamon Tea

1 stick of cinnamon

3 cups of water

Sweetener [optional]

Roughly break up the cinnamon stick and add to the pot of water. Bring to boil, then reduce to a simmer. Simmer 20 minutes. Serve with optional sweetener. If you keep the cinnamon stick in the pot with some water, you can continue to add more water, simmering for five minutes, to make more tea. You can do this a few times, apparently.

2. Lemon Ginger Cinnamon Tea

1 stick of cinnamon

3 cups of water

juice of half a small lemon [personal guess is two teaspoons?]

¼th teaspoon freshly grated ginger

Sweetener

Follow all steps above, but add the lemon juice, ginger, and sweetener I guess after the cinnamon tea is boiled. Apparently good for cold/flu and your metabolism

3. Cinnamon Chai Latte

This recipe originally called for dandelion root tea but uh, I’m a broke-ass bastard and I have no idea where you’d buy that, and Amazon isn’t an option for me. I think you can use just any kind of tea, herbal or not, with this, so, that’s what I did.

2 tea bags

1 cinnamon stick, broken into pieces

3-4 cardamom pods, crushed (or use scissors to cut them up)

½ teaspoon whole cloves

½-inch piece of fresh ginger, thinly sliced

5 cups water

Milk of your choice to taste [note: original site specifically suggests ‘milk and coconut milk’]

Sweetener of your choice to taste

Bring all to a boil, then simmer for 10 to 20 minutes on low heat. Once finished, add milk to the pan depending on how strong you want the tea. Add sweetener, and serve. This can be reheated on low heat

4. Cinnamon Ceylon Tea

These bastards really put the same recipe in two different numbers, only changing the type of tea used. I had to read the damn thing three times to understand what the difference was at all! I probably shouldn’t have bothered with this article at all but I’ve come this far, so…

I call this Lazy Cinnamon Tea because it’s so easy but didn’t wanna put that as the name.

1 tea bag [green or ‘regular’ as the site put it]

½ cinnamon stick or ¼ teaspoon ground cinnamon

pinch of turmeric

boiled water

Put first three ingredients in a cup, cover with boiling water. Wait 3 - 5 minutes. Add whatever additions you like, lemon juice, sweetener, milk, etc, and drink. The cinnamon stick can be reused 4 - 5 times.

And because I hate leaving just 4 entries on a post…

5. Apple Cinnamon Tea

Taken from Palate’s Desire, thank you for your service, check the website out for a video showing how to make this nice recipe.

Prep Time: 3 minutes - Cook Time: 30 minutes - Total Time: 33 minutes Servings: 2 people

Ingredients:

1 Gala Apple

1 Cinnamon stick

1 “ inch Ginger

Lime Juice to taste

1 cup water

Honey to taste [but any will probably work]

Also needed: Saucepan, mesh strainer, spoon

“In a saucepan add sliced apples, ginger, cinnamon stick and water together. Keep on medium low heat for minimum 30 minutes , let it come to nice boil. After 30 minutes, turn off the stove and set sauce pan aside. Cover with a lid and let it steep for another 5 to 10 minutes. Next strain the liquid over a mesh strainer. Gently mash apple with help of spoon to extract its juice. Once tea is warm enough , add lime juice and honey. Sip warm tea on a cold day.”

Well, that’s a lot of cinnamon tea! I was gonna put this in my queue but I put waaaaaay too much work into this for that. If you try any of these out, lemme know in a reblog. I might give them a try myself.

- Coffee Cat

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