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[warandpeas]

Slutty Witch

[ginopambianchi]

The snake and the flower. One for luck. One for power.

One of four illustrations completed as a part of my senior show at Memphis College of Art.

Prints available at http://disembodiedprint.bigcartel.com

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[txwitchery]

Anglo-Saxon Nine Herbs Charm

This comes from a tenth-century text of herbal remedies called the Lacnunga, written in a combination of Latin and Old English. This spell is meant to heal a person from infection, rabid dog bites, or poison and utilizes nine herbs: mugwort, plantain, cress, nettle, betony, chamomile, crabapple, chervil, and fennel.

Gemyne ðu, mucgwyrt,     hwæt þu ameldodest, Remember, Mugwort,      what you revealed, hwæt þu renadest      æt regenmelde. what you established     at the mighty proclamation Una þu hattest,     yldost wyrta. ‘Una’ you are called,     oldest of herbs. Ðu miht wið III     and wið XXX, you may avail against 3     and against 30, þu miht wiþ attre     and wið onflyge,  you may avail against poison     and against contagion, þu miht wiþ þa{m} laþan     ðe geond lond færð. you may avail against the loathsome one     who travels through the land. Ond þu, wegbrade,     wyrta modor, And, you, Waybread [Plantain],     mother of herbs, eastan op{e}no,     innan mihtigu; open to the east,     mighty within; ofer ð{e} cræt{u} curran,     ofer ð{e} cwene reodan, carts rolled over you,     women rode over you, ofer ð{e} bryde bryodedon,     ofer ð{e} fearras fnærdon.  over you brides cried out,     bulls snorted over you. Eallum þu þon wiðstonde     and wiðstunedest; All you withstood then,     and were crushed; swa ðu wiðstonde      attre and onflyge So you withstand     poison and contagion and þæm laðan     þe geond lond fereð. and the loathsome one     who travels through the land. Stune hætte þeos wyrt,     heo on stane geweox; Cress [?] this herb is called,     it grew on a stone; stond heo wið attre,     stunað heo wærce.  it stands against poison,     it attacks against pain. Stiðe heo hatte,     wiðstunað heo attre, Nettle [?] it is called,     it attacks against poison, wreceð heo wraðan,     weorpeð ut attor. it expels malignant things,     casts out poison. Þis is seo wyrt     seo wiþ wyrm gefeaht, This is the herb     that fought against the serpent, þeos mæg wið attre,     heo mæg wið onflyge, this avails against poison,     it avails against contagion, heo mæg wið ða{m} laþan     ðe geond lond fereþ.  it avails against the loathsome one     who travels through the land. Fleoh þu nu, attorlaðe,     seo læsse ða maran, Now, you, Attorlothe [Betony], put to flight     the lesser the greater, seo mare þa læssan,     oððæt him beigra bot sy. the greater the lesser,     until the cure for both be with him. Gemyne þu, mægðe,     hwæt þu ameldodest, Remember, Chamomile,     what you revealed, hwæt ðu geændadest     æt Alorforda; what you brought to an end     at Alorford; þæt næfre for gefloge     feorh ne gesealde  that never because of infection     should he give up his life syþðan him mon mægðan     to mete gegyrede. after Chamomile for him     was prepared for food. Þis is seo wyrt     ðe wergulu hatte; This is the herb     called Crab-Apple [?] ðas onsænde seolh     ofer sæs hrygc a seal sent this forth     across the sea’s spine ondan attres     oþres to bote. for the harm of poison     of some other as a remedy. Ðas VIIII {m}agon     wið nygon attrum.  These 9 have strength     against nine poison. Wyrm com snican,     toslat he {m}an; A worm came creeping,     he tore a man in two ða genam Woden     VIIII wuldortanas, then Woden took     9 Glory-Twigs, sloh ða þa næddran,     þæt heo on VIIII tofleah. struck the adder then,     that it flew apart into 9 (bits). Þær geændade     æppel and attor, There brought about     the apple and poison, þæt heo næfre ne wolde     on hus bugan.  that she [the adder] would never     enter a house. Fille and finule,     felamihtigu twa, Chervil and Fennel,     two of much might, þa wyrte gesceop     witig drihten, these herbs shaped     the wise Lord, halig on heofonum,     þa he hongode; holy in the heavens,     when He hung; sette and sænde     on VII worulde He established (them) and sent (them)     into the 7 worlds, earmum and eadigum     eallum to bote.  for the poor and the rich,     a remedy for all. Stond heo wið wærce,     stunað heo wið attre, it stands against pain,     it fights against poison, seo mæg wið III     and wið XXX, it avails against 3     and against 30, wið <feondes> hond     and wið freab{r}egde, against foe’s hand     and against noble scheming, wið malscrunge     m{a}nra wihta. against enchantment     of vile creatures. Nu magon þas VIIII wyrta     wið nygon wuldorgeflogegum,  Now these 9 herbs have strength     against nine who have fled from glory, wið VIIII attrum     and wið nygon onflygnum, against 9 poisons     and against nine contagions, wið ðy readan attre,     wið ð{y} ru{t}an attre, against the red poison,     against the dark poison, wið ðy hwitan attre,     wið ðy {hæwe}nan attre, against the white poison,     against the pale blue poison, wið ðy geolwan attre,     wið ðy grenan attre, against the yellow poison,     against the green poison, wið ðy wonnan attre,     wið ðy wedenan attre,  against the dusky poison,     against the dark blue poison, wið ðy brunan attre,     wið ðy basewan attre, against the brown poison,     against the purple poison, wið wyrmgeblæd,     wið wætergeblæd, against worm-blister,     against water-blister, wið þorngeblæd,     wið þystelgeblæd, against thorn-blister,     against thistle-blister, wið ysgeblæd,     wið attorgeblæd, against the ice-blister,     against the poison-blister, gif ænig attor cume     eastan fleogan  if any poison comes     flying from the east, oððe ænig norðan    cume or any from the north     comes, oððe ænig westan    ofer werðeode. or any from the west     over the the tribe of men. Crist stod ofer a{dl}e    ængan cundes. Christ stood over sickness     of a cruel kind. Ic ana wat    ea rinnende I alone know     the running rivers þær þa nygon nædran    <nean> behealdað;  there the nine adders     they enclose; motan ealle weoda nu    wyrtum aspringan, all weeds now must     spring up as herbs, sæs toslupan,    eal sealt wæter, the seas slip apart,     all salt water, ðonne ic þis attor    of ðe geblawe. while I this poison     blow from you.

The nine herbs must be worked into a powder and mixed with soap and the juice of an apple. Make a paste of water and ash, boil the fennel in that paste and warm it with the mixture of nine herbs to make a salve for the injured person. Sing the above charm on each of the herbs three times as you prepare them, and on the apple also, and sing into the mouth, both ears, and the wound of the person before the salve is put on.

[iristhewitch]

Magic And Water

*Disclaimer: Before I start I want to say that this information was gathered through my own experimentation with water in my craft. What may work for me, may not work for you. Feel free to use this as a guide while forming your own ideas and research. 

Sea Water  

Change

Progress

Rebirth

Purification

Banishing

Protection

Health

Cleansing                     

River Water

Movement

Change

Progress

Rebirth

Lake Water

Peace

Meditation

Reflection

Rain Water

Cycles

Creativity

Childhood

Inspiration

Spring Water

Cleansing

Purification

Swamp Water

Banishing

Hexes

Curses

Binding

Ice or Snow

Transformation

Beauty

Waterfall

Power

Success

Energy

[wolf-and-pines]

“Ain’t no reason to fear the darkness of nature, for there ain’t no beast in the lords creation that ain’t lookin’ to be loved, I reckon that goes for me and the devil too.“

[americanmythology]

by Kelly Louise Judd

[thecalminside]

“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

Alan Watts

[daddyissue666-blog]

My boyfriend is writing a really pretty song about love and I thought it was about me and this bitch just says I hate writing songs about my ex girlfriend lol I hate me

[especially]

[appalachian-appreciation-deacti]

“You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.”

— Loretta Lynn

[rookfern]

Appalachian Gothic

The chorus of frogs start up in the dead of January. One night, they are silent. The next, they are all screaming. There are some cold nights when something else screams with them.

You stumble across a crumbling shack in the woods. Moss layers the walls, and the roof is more pine needles than shingles. Faintly, you can hear scratching from the inside. The small windows are barred up for a reason.

No one questions the yips and howls of the coyote packs. Leave them alone. Don’t look them in the eye. Be in by sundown. You catch a glimpse of their eyes in the moonlight some nights. Nothing stares back at you.

One day, you hear a ghost story. Some old settler’s cabin haunted by a girl that died in the well. You’ve forgotten the tale by the next morning, but when you walk past that old house, you feel eyes on your back. This town has no ghost stories.

If you listen close enough to the winds, you can hear sobbing. Don’t worry, they tell you, They don’t remember why they’re crying anymore.

Some parts of the forest are dead quiet. The ground is soft and warm, and all you want to do is lay down and sleep. Lie down. Some day, you’ll wake up.

The mountains are always quiet, but they’re quietest during a storm. The ground hums, and every leaf and rock seems alive. The silence is deafening. Be sure not to listen too long.

You drive up the curving highway until your ears are in agony and the world is submerged. The road stretches on, crowded by tall trees on each side. Two hours later, you pass the mile marker. You are not sure where you are going. Only up.

In autumn, the empty back roads come alive, and people writhe out of the foothills like angry ants. They march up the hill and into the plots of craggy trees with a palpable determination. The apple houses stand silent and judging behind them. You cannot remember any of their faces.

A shot rings out. It sounds so close yet miles away. It echoes off the mountains, and the noise is all you can hear. You don’t know where the gunshot came from. You just hope they don’t see you. Deer aren’t the only thing they are hunting.

On the highway, you pass roadkill after roadkill. Some stretch on for miles in red streaks. Others are indistinguishable shapes. There are some that still twitch. They watch you with desperate hope as you fly past.

Everyone knows you by name and greets you with a smile. You’ve never been to this town before.

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Burnt offerings aren’t always Flowers and fragrant things Grandma says, as she flays Meat from bone And white away from red The fat she dices dizzy fast Into an iron dish over flame Amber gold I flake in curls of beeswax With my own little knife It lingers sweet on my hands The meat she wraps tight in cobweb cloth And we carry it with us in our baskets The fatty ointment nestled next to it With a jar of powdered bones and blood We walk through falling ash to A black snake burning in the gold Burning to the soil, fragrant charcoal We burn some so that it doesn’t all burn Grandma says, adding her meat To the table of things to go into the fire Some to drip juices down our chins Some to go home to the elders And some to go to the power Of the border between man and land I’m hungry now and the scent Roasting apples and corn Lamb in honey and rosemary Makes my stomach growl Grandma says we feed the soil first She pours her red black powdered Blood and bone into a bowl Made from the burnt out heart of a tree Another old woman does the same And another And another And Grandma hands me a bucket Clean, clear water We cut our hands Quick, cold sting I watch the flowers of crimson spread We walk in a line, scattering handfuls And droplets of watered down red Under the hot sun In the falling ash

- From Dandelion Roots and Moonshine, by Melissa Akiima Eggstaff

[chinchilling23]

Granny Witches, Folk Healers Appalachia, East Kentucky photo: potal31.com

[purplebuddhaproject]

“I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared some meaningful time in my life, I’ll have trouble letting go.”

— Beau Taplin (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[daddyissue666-blog]

I used to have this problem and I still suffer with it a bit but this past year I’ve been about to minimalaze and rid of energy’s that have no place in my life anymore

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walking the cat

[peashooter85]

Mariette type pepperbox revolver, 10mm, origins unknown, circa 1840′s

from Holt’s Auctioneers