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When no-fault divorce was legalized in the 70ā²s, the states that legalized it saw a decrease of 8 to 16 percent in married women committing suicide and a 30 percent decline in domestic violence.
(from @aisandetsarepeopletoo)
this is why worshipping the so-calledĀ ātraditional familyā is a load of fucking bullshit
ot3 parallels: ā (the fake dating edition) 2/ā
bonus: one time they were serious (ą²„ļ¹ą²„)
Recent Drama about Artemis
SO there has been a lot of drama about Artemis and who she belongs to , or something like that. This has been from non-HellenicĀ religiousĀ people
I have seen things like this:Ā
āArtemis is aro/aceā (and you have to agree)Ā
āArtemis isnāt a lesbian, Aphrodite has links to Sappho use her as your lesbian iconā
āWhy are you stealing our lesbian goddess [Artemis] from us you lesbophobesā
āIt is lesbophoic to deny lesbian ties to ArtemisāĀ
āI Ā wish the people making a stink about this would just admit that they only knew about her being associated with the moon and just ignorantly jumped to labeling her a lesbianā
āStops stealing Artemis from the ace communityāĀ
āArtemis being labeled a Lesbian triggers self harmāĀ
āBoth Aphrodite and Artemis are ours sorryā
ā I have never met in my entire life a cishet worshiper of Artemisā
Iām not going to try and have a discussion about non-HellenicsĀ using our Goddesses; only thisā if you want to use our Gods donāt be surprised when one of us starts get upset about it and joins in on the ādiscussionā. These posts are all over Tumblr so whether they are religious or not they are going to reach the eyes of Hellenic worshipers sooooooooooo:Ā
I am making this post for the sake of new Hellenic Polytheists or anyone religiously interestedĀ in the Greek Gods.Ā
I see questions like these alllllll the time on and off anon:Ā
I am asexual can I still worship Aphrodite?Ā
I am a man can I worship Artemis?Ā
I am trans-woman can I worship Hera?Ā
I am gay man can I still worship Aphrodite?Ā
Is worshiping mother goddesses okay if I donāt want children?
And so many other similar questions.Ā
Lets get the bottom line religiously: The Theoi do not pick sides. You cannot slap a sticker on any God or Goddess and sayĀ āMINE.ā They all want to be worshiped.Ā
Discourse throughout the religious HellenicĀ communityĀ about these sexuality/gender ideas has always been civil and people respect the fact when a particular worshiper doesnāt want to contribute to this discussion. Is Artemis aro/ace? Some worshipers see her that way and that is their right, it is not their right to force it on other worshipers. And this is the consensus I have seen within this community.Ā
If you are ace you can worship Aphrodite. If you are a lesbian you can worship Artemis. If you are a man you can worship Hera. If you are childless you can worship Rhea. If you are a woman you can worship Apollo.
No matter your sexuality you can worship any Theoi. No matter your gender you can worship any Theoi. No matter your lifestyle you can worship any Theoi. No matter your profession you can worship any Theoi.Ā
You. Anyone reading this. Can worship any Theoi, just as you are. Ā
Donāt let anyone tell you otherwise. If they do, then the Hellenic community should be unwelcoming to that individual.Ā
would you mind posting more about your interactions with Focalor? Its really interesting to read!
Maybe one day. Iāve grown very used to keeping my practice more private than it was when I posted so frequently here. Weāll see where it goes.
What do witches do?!
Hello my fellow witches! I want to know what you all do for a living. If you are in high school what do you aspire to be? If you are in college, what for? Witches come from all walks of life but, we are all connected by this one spiritual journey.
I am 29 and live in upstate NY (close to Montreal). I work for a food co-op, finishing up my art degree in print making, teach Hebrew to kindergarten aged children, active in cub scouts (I stepped down as a leader to finish my degree), I reenact with my husband (war of 1812 and the French and Indian War), and I have a 9 year old son.
Iām 30 and live in Northeast Ohio with my best friend and her two cats. I work in the corporate accounts receivable department of a home improvement company. In my spare time I write, binge watch on streaming services, and get super invested in tabletop gaming. There might be some convention travel in there somewhere. No kids and no pets since I lost my dog last year.
The Magic of Grandmothers
Most grandmothers have a bit of magic in them.Ā
It doesnāt have to be big things. With magic itās not usually so. Itās the little things that get woven into your life. Maybe you notice them when youāre young, and maybe, like me, you donāt notice them until you were a little bit older.
Examples, examples. For instance, if you are lucky to have a granny with a particular type of grandmother magic, her brownies might always taste better than anyone elseās. They arenāt necessarily made from scratch and that doesnāt really seem to matter. The one thing you know for sure is that Grannyās brownies always taste the best.
Along this similar vein, maybe this same Grannyās cooking in general is just better. Everything she makes from brownies to scrambled eggs, to pot roast, to mashed potatoes, to biscuits and gravy. All of it just tastes better than anything you or anyone else couldāve ever cooked.
Or maybe itās just her baking. Not all Grandmother Magic works the same.
It could be the kind of magic that heals. Thereās something about a grandmaās hug or the way she pats your shoulder or cheek to comfort you. It feels like pure comfort and warmth and you feel it reviving you, stitching back the broken pieces of your heart. When you were little the bumps and scrapes that your grandma took care of seemed to hurt a little less and heal a little faster.
Maybe it was in the way she made scarves or hats or blankets to help keep you warm when you were far away. They always seem to carry that comforting grandma smell and always keep you a little warmer than any of your other scarves or blankets.
It could be the look in her eyes when you misbehaved that, without her saying anything, let you know you were in trouble. It was a different kind of look though. Not really threatening. Just a very stern warning in her eyes alone that made you change your tune rather quickly.
Perhaps you have a grandmother who knows just what you need when you need it. The unexpected phone call or the extra meal or the cup of tea or coffee. Maybe your granny even offers you something a little stronger. A little whiskey or sherry or gin.
And maybe itās not just merely in the mundane and beautiful ways that simple magic can work itās way into our lives. Maybe your grandmother has been teaching you of the magic her grandmother and her grandmotherās grandmother passed down the line. Perhaps sheās a little more upfront and obvious in the way that she is magical.
Regardless of all of thisā¦.Sometimes you are lucky enough to have a kind and loving grandmother, more stern or more soft (again it doesnāt really matter), who has a little magic that she weaves and folds into your life.
And maybe someday, if you ever decide to adopt or have children of your own, and your children end up with children as well, youāll have your own little bit of granny magic that she passed on to you.
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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
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.
āHope youāre a harvest god,ā Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. āItād be nice, you know.ā He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. āI know itās not much,ā he said, his straw hat in his hands. āBut - Iāll do what I can. Itād be nice to think thereās a god looking after me.ā
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.
āYou should go to a temple in the city,ā the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. āA real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. Iām no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?ā It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. āI mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. Itās cozy enough. The worshipās been nice. But you canāt honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.ā
āThis is more than I was expecting when I built it,ā Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. āTell me, what sort of god are you anyway?ā
āIām of the fallen leaves,ā it said. āThe 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. Iām a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then itās gone.ā
The god heaved another sigh. āThereās 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. Youāre so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.ā
Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. āI like this sort of worship fine,ā he said. āSo if you donāt mind, I think Iāll continue.ā
āDo what you will,ā said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. āBut donāt say I never warned you otherwise.ā
Arepo would say a prayer before the morningās 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 Arepoās 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.
āUseless work,ā the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. āThere wasnāt a thing I could do to spare you this.ā
āWeāll be fine,ā Arepo said. āThe stormās blown over. Weāll rebuild. Donāt have much of an offering for today,ā he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, ābut I think Iāll shore up this thingās foundations tomorrow, how about that?āĀ
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. Arepoās 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 Arepoās 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, Arepoās ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer.Ā
āThere is nothing here for you,ā said the god, hudding in the dark. āThere is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.ā It shivered, and spat out its words. āWhat is this temple but another burden to you?ā
āWe -ā Arepo said, and his voice wavered. āSo itās a lean year,ā he said. āWeāve gone through this before, weāll get through this again. So weāre hungry,ā he said. āWeāve still got each other, donāt we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didnāt protect them from this. No,ā he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. āNo, I think I like our arrangement fine.ā
āThere will come worse,ā said the god, from the hollows of the stone. āAnd there will be nothing I can do to save you.ā
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.
āI could not save them,ā said the god, its voice a low wail. āI am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.ā The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. āI have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!ā
āShush,ā Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. āTell me,ā he mumbled. āTell me again. What sort of god are you?ā
āI -ā said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepoās head, and closed its eyes and spoke.
āIām of the fallen leaves,ā it said, and conjured up the image of them. āThe 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.ā Arepoās lips parted in a smile.
āI am the god of a dozen different nothings,ā it said. āThe petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -ā Its voice broke, and it wept. āBefore itās gone.ā
āBeautiful,ā Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. āAll of them. They were all so beautiful.ā
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.
Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them.
āOh, poor god,ā she said, āWith no-one to bury your last priest.ā Then she paused, because she was from far away. āOr is this how the dead are honored here?ā The god roused from its contemplation.
āHis name was Arepo,ā it said,Ā āHe was a sower.ā
Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. āHow can I honor him?ā She asked.
āBury him,ā the god said, āBeneath my altar.ā
āAll right,ā Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel.
āWait,ā 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. āWait,ā the god said, āI cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful.ā
Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god.
āWhen the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it,ā the god said, āWhen the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came,ā the godās voice faltered. āWhen War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms.ā Sora looked down again at the bones.
āI think you are the god of something very useful,ā she said.
āWhat?ā the god asked.
Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. āYou are the god of Arepo.ā
Generations passed. The village recovered from its tragediesāhomes 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 godās work on his dying breath.
āHello, God of Every Humble Beauty in the World,ā called a familiar voice.
The squinting corners of the godās eyes wept down onto curled lips. āArepo,ā he whispered, for his voice was hoarse from its hundred-year mutism.
āI am the god of devotion, of small kindnesses, of unbreakable bonds. I am the god of selfless, unconditional love, of everlasting friendships, and trust,ā Arepo avowed, soothing the other with every word.
āThatās wonderful, Arepo,ā he responded between tears, āIām so happy for youāsuch a powerful figure will certainly need a grand temple. Will you leave to the city to gather more worshippers? Youāll be adored by all.ā
āNo,ā Arepo smiled.
āFarther than that, to the capitol, then? Thank you for visiting here before your departure.ā
āNo, I will not go there, either,ā Arepo shook his head and chuckled.
āFarther still? What ambitious goals, you must have. There is no doubt in my mind that you will succeed, though,ā the elder god continued.
āActually,ā interrupted Arepo, āIād like to stay here, if youāll have me.ā
The other god was struck speechless. āā¦. Why would you want to live here?ā
āI am the god of unbreakable bonds and everlasting friendships. And you are the god of Arepo.ā
I reblogged this once with the first story. Now the story has grown and Iām crying. This is gorgeous, guys. This is what dreams are made of.
Itās Important to Remember:
Not everyone views the Gods the same way.
Not everyone worships their Gods.
Many Pagans do not view all Gods as perfect or infallible.Ā This is actually normal.
Not everyone has the same opinion or relationship with a God.
Not everyone views the Gods as their parent.
Some people have enough parents and are not interested in more.
Some people may have negative experiences with certain Gods and thatās okay, it shouldnāt affect *your* relationship with your God, and you shouldnāt try to force/fix someone elseās relationship with that deity.
Some see Gods like family, but with their own agenda. This is also valid.
Some people are married to their God. This is valid. Even Christianity has Godspousing. It is a thing. Donāt disrespect it because you donāt understand it.Ā
Not everyone believes that all Gods are 100% tuned into what is your highest good. They are not equatable to the Christian Omniscient/Omnipotent God that knows what is best for all people.Ā
Some people avoid certain Gods because they feel that God has their own agenda, which may be true.
Not all Gods may have your comfort and happiness as their priority. Some may act against this.
Not all Gods *like* humanity.
DO NOT PROJECT YOUR VIEW OF YOUR GOD ONTO OTHER PEOPLE.
DO NOT CONDEMN OTHERS THAT DO NOT SHARE THE SAME VIEW.
Poisonous Herbs
Iāve seen quite a few post going around about potentially toxic or harmful herbs so I just wanted to make a list for me and other witches to use.
**I am not an expert so please before you use any herb/plant do your own research please!
Arnica; poisonous in large amounts which can cause serve gastroenteritis, fever, nausea, dizziness, abnormal pulse rate, diarrhea, skin reactions, and internal bleeding of the digestive tract.
Azalea; poisonous and causes nausea, vomiting, depression, difficulties breathing, coma, and it is rarely lethal.
Balm of Gilead; can cause skin irritation, serve stomach upset, and pregnant/breastfeeding woman should avoid.
Belladonna; very deadly poisonous causes blurred vision, staggering, loss of balance, dry mouth and throat, headache, rash, constipation, confusion, hallucination, and convulsions. Careful when handling because it can be adsorbed through skin.
Bleeding Heart; may be poisonous in large amounts which cause convulsion and other nervous symptoms.
Blue Flag; nausea, vomiting, irritation of the mouth, throat, digestive tract, skin, headaches, watery eyes.
Bryony; all parts of are poisonous and can cause death, lethal if consumed.
Buttercup; irritant juices may severely damage the digestive system.
Calamus; toxic in large dosages and causes hallucinations, nausea, and vomiting.
Calabar Bean; extremely toxic which can cause excessive sweating and saliva, reduced pupil size, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, irregular heartbeat, blood pressure changes, confusion, seizures, coma, muscle weakness, paralysis, serve breathing problems, and death.
Camphor; serve allergic reaction which include rashes, hives, itching, difficulties breathing, tightness in chest, swelling of the mouth, eyes, face, lips, or tongue.
Castor Oil Plant; poisonous and causes burning sensation in mouth and throat, abdominal pain, bloody diarrhea. In the next several days dehydration, drop in blood pressure, and decrease in urine. Unless treated death can be within 3-5 days.
Celandine; nausea, dizziness, fatigue, fever, and liver damage.
Christmas Rose; causes burning of the mouth, eyes, throat, oral ulceration, gastroenteritis, and vomiting blood.
Cowbane; poisonous and can attack the central nervous system which can induce seizures.
Daffodil; can cause nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, and can be but usually not fatal.
Daphne; poisonous, causes burns to the mouth and the digestive tract then followed by a coma. Can be fatal.
Dogās Mercury; poisoning will appear in the next few hours which includes vomiting, pain, gastric and kidney inflammation, sometimes inflammation of the jaw and cheeks, and drowsiness.
Elderberry; poisonous and causes nausea and digestive upset.
Elephant Ear; all parts are poisonous and causes irritation of the mouth and tongue, can be fatal.
Ergot; can be fatal and can also cause nausea, vomiting, muscle pain or weakness, numbness, itching, vision problems, convulsion, confusion, spams, and unconsciousness.
Gelsemium; extremely poisonous even in small amounts very toxic and can cause headaches, vision problems, difficulties swallowing, dizziness, muscle problems, seizures, breathing problems, and slowing of the heart.
Golden Chain; serve poisoning which causes excitement, staggering, convulsions, and coma. This can be lethal.
Foxglove; large amounts can cause irregular heartbeat, digest upset, mental confusion, and can be fatal.
Hellebore; likely unsafe if ingested or applied to skin which can cause irritation of the mouth and throat lining and also slow down the heartbeat. Large dosages cause vomiting, diarrhea, difficulties swallowing, nerve problems, blindness, convulsions, paralysis, difficulties breathing and death.
Hemlock; stomach pains, vomiting, and progressive paralysis of the central nervous system.
Henbane; cause dilated pupils, hallucinations, increased heart rate, convulsions, vomiting, hypertension, and ataxia.
Holly; berries can be deadly and the leaves can cause nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, stomach and intestinal problems.
Honeysuckle; can cause allergic reactions which include rashes.
Horse balm; gastrointestinal irritation, nausea, dizziness, and painful urination.
Hyacinth; nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and can be fatal.
Ilex; serve allergic reactions which include rash, hives, itching, difficulties breathing, redness, burning, swelling of the mouth, eyes, face, lips, or tongue.
Iris; serve digest upset.
Ivy; poisonous, causes stomach pains, labored breathing, and possible coma.
Jewelweed; dangerous when consumed in large amounts.
Jerusalem Cherry; nausea and vomiting and occasionally fatal especially to children
Jimsonweed; do not inhale or consume, can cause many toxic effects like dry mouth, extreme thirst, vision problem, nausea, vomiting, constipation, fast heart rate, hallucinations, high temperatures, seizures, confusion, loss of conciseness, breathing problems, and death.
Laburnum; intense sleepiness, vomiting, excitement, staggering, convulsive movements, frothing at the mouth, unequally dilated pupils, coma and death.
Larkspur; digestive upset, nervous excitement, depression, and can be fatal.
Laurel; poisoning produces anorexia, profuse salivation, depression, uncoordination, vomiting, watering of the eyes, difficulties breathing, weakness, cardiac distress, convulsion, coma, and eventually death.
Lily of the Valley; irregular heartbeat and pulse accompanied by digest upset and mental confusion.
Lobelia; potentially toxic which can cause vomiting, it also can interfere with medication.
Jack-In-The-Pulpit; produces allergic reactions and causes skin, mouth, throat irritation, swelling, burning, difficulties breathing, and stomach upset.
Kava Kava; can cause liver problems, nausea, rapid heartbeat, vomiting, drowsiness, numbness around mouth, hallucinations, kidney effects, shortness of breath, and disorientation.
Mandrake; poisonous which can cause blurred vision, dryness of the mouth, difficulties urinating, headaches, vomiting, rapid heart rate, and hallucinations.
Mayapple; diarrhea and serve digestive upset.
Mistletoe; poisonous and causes gastrointestinal discomfort, diarrhea, weak/slow pulse, seizures, and it is rarely lethal to humans.
Morning Glory; toxic and causes diarrhea, gastrointestinal upset, disorientation, ataxia, anorexia, and hallucinations.
Mugwort; use in a well ventilated area and with the right dosage, too much can be lethal.
Nightshade; fatal and intense digestive disturbance and nervous symptoms.
Oak; poisonous in large amounts and gradually affects the kidneys.
Oleander; extremely poisonous can cause heart effects, serve digest upset and even death.
Pennyroyal; can cause serve liver and kidney damage and also stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, burning of the throat, fever, confusion, restlessness, dizziness, high blood pressure, abortions, and brain damage.
Periwinkle; contains poisonous chemicals and should no be ingested can cause nausea, vomiting, hearing loss, hair loss, dizziness, bleeding, nerve problems, seizures, liver damage, low blood sugar, and even death.
Pleurisy Root; can cause serve heart problems, nausea, vomiting, and skin rashes.
Poinsettia; skin rashes, serve eye irritation, and irritation or burns to the mouth, throat, stomach, and intestinal lining.
Pokeweed; all parts are poisonous and when handling use gloves because some chemicals can pass through skin and affect the bloodĀ and it also causes nausea, vomiting, cramping, stomach pain, diarrhea, low blood pressure, difficulty controlling urine, and thirst.
Rhubarb; fatal and large amounts can cause convulsions, coma, and a rapid death.
Snakeroot; can be fatal, cause nausea and vomiting.
Spurge; unsafe and has chemicals that cause cancer, other effects include nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, burning of the mouth, dilated pupils, dizziness, painful bowel movements, near unconsciousness, irregular heartbeat, rashes, reddening, itching, burning, and blisters.
St Johnās Wort; can be poisonous and cause fatigue, dizziness, confusion, and dry mouth.
Skullcap; pregnant women should not use it can cause a miscarriage
Thorn Apple; abnormal thirst, distorted sight, delirium, incoherence and can be fatal.
Uva Ursi; can cause skin discoloration, headaches, tinnitus, dizziness, muscle twitching, tremors, convulsion, seizures, nausea, vomiting, irritation to the skin and eyes.
Wahoo; poisonous and potentially deadly, symptoms include serve upset stomach, bloody diarrhea, fever, shortness of breath, unconsciousness, spams and coma.
Wisteria; mild to serve digestive upset, many children have been poisoned by this plant.
Wolfsbane; also know as Aconite, disables nerves, lowers blood pressure, and can stop the heart. Avoid skin contact.
Wormwood; can cause diarrhea, vomiting, nausea, insomnia, restlessness, vertigo, and seizures.
Yellow Jasmine; poisonous and cause nausea and vomiting.
Yew; fatal, death is usually sudden without any warning symptoms.
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This is EXACTLY why I recommend practical herbology studies alongside magical learning.
re: the various post goingĀ āround about how gods shouldnāt be insulted/blasphemed
sometimes gods really need a solid insulting because they arenāt perfect cinnamon buns and they can do real shitty and abusive things so fear-mongering around what a god will do to you if you insult them or call them out isnāt super great tbqh
Iām not saying nothing will ever happen to you if youāre in the uncomfortable position of having to tell a god to shove their head where the sun donāt shine but it happens and this culture of general god-fearing just reminds me of my roman catholic CCD days and Iām not really down for it
And I say this as someone who literally picked a physical altercation fight with a certain god who shall not be named over a series of attempted sexual assaults on a person I know and then a second god over an unwanted marriage proposal (didnāt take my no at face value, or the second, or the third) and THEN a third god over a separate assault (directed at me this time) but the third one was more than just a fight do you feel me
The first god was a Common One and the latter two are unworshipped so I canāt even like warn other people really since they arenāt big name which is unfortunate & sucks
Let people vent their shit at gods tho. it makes me feel a certain type of way when we can only say Certain Things for Fear of Being Smited and that way aligns easily with the spiritual versions of Donāt Say Anything Bad About Ur Abuser and Nobody Will Believe You Anyway (which already happens in the pagan comm re: god and spirit abuse precisely because people think gods are perfect cinnamon buns that canāt possible take advantage of, harm or use/abuse humans and it isnāt alright w/ me)
I see too many discussions where someone points out how a god is being a shithead either in their own canon or in practice dismissed as Not The Real Thing or Ur Making It Up or Youāre Reading It Totally Wrong Hereās Why derailed in similar veins to this
I very much doubt the OP was thinking along those lines with the original post but itās where my mind automatically goes in these thread-lines which is why Iām making my own post and not derailing any of the original postings Iāve seen cross my dash
PS reminder as always my inbox is open if you ever need to vent about god/spirit abuse, Iāve advised in a few cases like this. Iām super busy rn so no promises on when I can get back to you but I wonāt judge you for it or shame you for ābad talkingā a spirit/deity is my point
Like itās cool if in ur own personal canon itās an important tenant to you to like never blaspheme/insult/say anything bad about ur gods ever but donāt presume itās everybodyās canon and everyone has to live by it or Suffer the Consequences is my point because itās kind of gnarly to imply that to new pagans/witches/young people who may eventually encounter cases of gods being abusive towards them
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(also if this was a real thing for all deities the amount of times Iāve punched kratos squarely in the face or called him a stupid motherfing weenie would have me 48 feet under by now l m a o)
Edited to mention I forgot the most obvious point which is itās sorta rude to tell people how they can and canāt talk to their gods ANYWAY even if they have a stellar fantastic relationship with them since itās none of anyone elseās business what goes on in your spirit relationships tbh
I found I good tutorial on how to engrave runes.Ā
[link to the blog] [link to the youtube video tutorial]
Hey guys, we're in need of help.
In spite of our best efforts, Kate and I still havenāt landed jobs. Weāre actively putting in applications, but no one has hired us yet. We have filed for unemployment and are waiting for that to process, but we still are in desperate need of money.
Right now, if we donāt get money soon, weāll have to shut off our internet, and we wonāt have enough to get food for the week. We have our phone plans that have data, but even so. If we donāt get a form of stable income Kate might have to go back to her motherās, which was a toxic and unhealthy environment both physically and mentally.
Hereās what Iām going to do. Iām going to open Tarot readings here, $1 per card. My PayPal is [email protected]. Iāll also do Apophysis divination for $5 or more. If you would like to just donate that would be hugely appreciated, but if you canāt afford anything please reblog this. Job spells, wishes, and prayers are welcome too, but please reblog this!
men can be witches too pass it on
We still shouldn't use white sage. It is specific to Native American cultures and is being over harvested to the point of endangerment because general "hippy" culture loves "smudge sticks" as much as dream catchers.
White sage in and of itself is not specific to NA cultures; however, it is very sacred to NA cultures and that sacredness has been co-opted by pagans. I definitely recommend people steer clear of white sage (or grow their own) and find a good substitute. Other types of sage can be used (although I remember something about another type of sage being in danger as well, perhaps blue sage? I canāt find the post that mentioned it and google is being super new-agey for some reason), as well as most other plants. Seriously guys, white sage is not necessary for cleansing. There are so many alternatives.
~Wanderings
On a personal note, I cleanse using either lemon incense (it reminds me of cleaning with lemon scented materials when I was a kid and the memory gives it power) for general purposes or dragonās blood when Iām working with the dragons.
Donāt post for months. Tons of asks. Oops.
I think Iāve answered everyone that I hadnāt at least seen already! Sorry Iām a terrible blogger who forgets that she actually has a blog.
