Dragon Mama

Gam | 25 | Mama Dragon | Female but not a woman (She/They) | Dragonkin | Therian (Canine, Lioness, Entelodont and a few others)

[maureen2musings]

Colorado’s wildflower season

colorado.wanderer

[maureen2musings]

Kazahaya Village

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[servantofthefates]

How I Speak to My Ancestors

My elders have taught me this process, because it is the safest and surest. The modern way of simply sitting down and meditating opens itself up to other spirits responding, lying, pretending.

The Time

Whenever I feel the need, I approach. But the most potent occasion for communing with the dead is on the anniversary of their birth or their death, as well as on the last days of October and the first days of November, when the veil between realms is at its thinnest.

The Place

Wherever I am in the world, if I feel the need, I approach. But the most powerful location for meeting the dead is the cemetery where they are buried, or the room where their ashes are kept, and the place where they spent most of their years – their true home.

The Conduit

I hold in both hands a goblet filled with water and three drops of my blood. Water takes the path of least resistance, making it the best vehicle for intent. As for blood, my earliest ancestors do not know my face. I need to show them who I am deep inside.

The Summoning

Alone – in a quiet corner or inside a tent if I am somewhere public – I gaze upon the goblet and say, “In the name of those who made me, I call upon those who came before me.” If it is someone in particular whom I wish to speak to, I say their name.

The Query

The moment I feel the atmosphere change around me – from cold to warm, or the other way around; from light to heavy, or from dark to bright, I recite my query. A question about my past, present or future. Whatever requires my ancestors’ advice or answer.

The Answer

I wait. Sometimes the blood rises up to the surface, forming symbols or letters. Other times the goblet sends vibrations – soothing or frightening, conveying how I will soon be feeling. Other times yet, sound originates from the water and travels up to my ear, delivering names, dates and entire sentences.

The Token

After I have received my answer, I empty the goblet, pouring its contents on the ground or down the drain – whatever my surroundings allow. The moment I reach home, I fill the goblet with wine, and place it among plants or flowers (the garden or an altar) as a token of my gratitude to my ancestors. I dispose of it respectfully a day later.

[lailoken]

Rejoicing a Treasure Conserved

As some of you may know, I am currently dealing with an especially difficult Faerie Physic case right now—possibly my most vexing to date—and it has taken a lot out of me. Between this work, and my paying work that I still have to keep up with to make a living, I have been burning the candle at both ends. In this time of stress and danger, I felt strongly compelled to turn to my chief Herbal Ally—the Ghost Pipe.

Despite the population of Ghost Pipes that I spent years stewarding in a devotional capacity being entirely depleted last year in what I believe was an unethical foraging harvest, I felt a strong call to revisit the site and look for any plants that may have managed to survive somehow.

After making my way to the forested site mentioned above, I began my search along all the places I previously saw colonies growing, but dishearteningly, I found nothing. Finally, I remembered the time a year ago that I felt called to spread seeds from the previous year's pods along areas that I intuitively felt would support Ghodt Pipe cultivation. At the time, I didn't realize how fortuitous this act of sowing would be, as it was only a few months later that the area was ecologically divested. Remembering this, I went to a particular spot that I remember spreading an especially large amount of seed powder in, and I was literally choked up to discover, not only a young colony of Ghost Pipes just beginning to peak their heads above the soil, but a small snailshell (which have an especially powerful and longstanding role in my tradition as Fae Omens of the wild).

After lowering myself to the ground in worship and offering up prayers of gratitude and joy, I carefully concealed the area with bracken ferns and marked it with a subtle arrangement of sticks that I implanted in a nearby mound of earth. As a lovely bonus, I stumbled upon a small patch of Gnome Plants while marking the area for later notice—with these plants often showing up innmy Craft as meaningful Fae Omens in their own right.

I will be returning often to check on and nurture this population of nacent Ghodt Pipes, as well as doing whatever I can to conceal and protect it.

[daughterofsekhmet-bast]

Dua Bastet

Goddess of fertility

Protectress of the pregnant

Mistress of joy

You who are the nurturing and protective light of your father

May you shine down upon all those who are pregnant

May they know only health, prosperity, and comfort

Let your name be praised, O Mistress of Heaven!

Dua Bastet!

[mythicalmuseomine]

Sekhmet

Goddess of the hot desert sun, plague, chaos, war, and healing

Requested by @ihavetoomanyfandomstobesane

Requests are open

[ascendingaeons]

Hymn to Sekhmet

by Joey Rivers (ascendingaeons)

O Sekhmet, Great Eye of Ra, the First and the Last Healer and Destroyer, Mother and Daughter You Who accepted the Command of Ra, Your Father To cleanse the Two Lands of Isfet But Your nature was too mighty, Great of Strength as You Are Wanton and unrestrained, You ravaged Earth as a purifying flame And as Ra looked on and saw His Eye, He was stricken with pause By the Will of the Sun, Your Rage was quieted by a crimson brew And into transformative slumber You fell, Great Goddess And from Your great Rage, Het-Heru rose A new Eye was christened, of eros sublime And you, Great Mother, knew the sadness of regret

You, Great Goddess, know the measure of rage unbound And so You Stand, Great Mother of War, in defense and duty Of the Principles and Consequences of Ma’at Your Children are many, Great Lady of Life Diverse in their multitudes, empowered by their tribulation

Yours is the soldier, Your Mighty Sekhem made flesh and bone Entrenched in a maelstrom of fire and blood Returning home to a nation that does not understand him

Yours is the survivor, a living branch of Your burning Will triumphant Endeavoring to rise above the quagmire of loss and agony Through You their struggle is transmuted into the golden light of ka ascendant

Yours is the mother, she who knows sacrifice and sleepless nights A font unyielding of love and pride, of smiles and laughter perfected They who bear the weight of the world so a child can know childhood

Yours is the healer, an alchemist of the ontological persuasion He who is humbled by the frailty beholden to human experience He who ushers Your Sekhem through the riptide of transformative loss

Yours is the artist, through whose passions course Your Divine Fire Who walks the scales of inspiration and madness, knowing Creation unfiltered An alchemist versed in the milieus of perception

For You, Great Goddess, are the very Force of Change You are that which makes men tremble so Such an unnecessary fear, of wisdom and experience untouched Were I You, I would feel such sadness But how You smile, Great One! How You laugh! How You fight! You are not “she who cowers before Apep!” NO! You are the Great Lioness Who rends Chaos asunder! You fight and rage and bite and tear Passion and emotion alive and unrestrained!

You are Love, Great Goddess You are Fear, Great Goddess You are Devotion, Great Goddess You are Loss, Great Goddess You are Health, Great Goddess You are Sickness, Great Goddess This is why I call You the Mother of Life Your Ka is the very essence of experience! Your Sekhem is the very wind of change!

When I first called upon You, timid and unsure, I beheld Your Gaze, a window of fire open before my face And as quickly as You Saw me, You left And again when I called to You with offering of water and bread Exhausted by grief and devotion, tirelessly sung from a caregiver’s heart You came to me and my eyes were opened to You! As I lay without sleep, You stood at my bedside Stroking my back with strong hands of fire Whispering strength and courage into my ear As a sentinel You walked with me, a Mother Lioness guarding Her cub Such loyalty and tenderness You showed And my eyes were forever opened to Your nature

You are the very Force of Creation, the Monad of Being From which stems those primordial principalities Love and Fear, Physis and Logos, Known and Unknown Order and Disorder, Life and Death, Dynamism and Stasis

I offer henu to You, Great Goddess of Creation The endless potentiality and movement of the living cosmos The Fires Divine that Become living sinews and living earth

I offer henu to Your Husband Ptah, the Cosmic Smith Patron of artisans, of those who tirelessly toil In the pursuit of Bringing Into Being but a shard of the Sacred Unmanifest

I offer henu to Your Son, the Beautiful Nefertem The Ageless Lotus that rose from the Benben Stone The First Splendid Light to Shine in the churning Waters of Nun

It was You Who held my right hand as I accepted the mark of a healer And embraced me as a Mother would Her graduating son I offer You my pain, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Strength I offer You my fear, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Courage I offer You my uncertainty, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Wisdom

Into Your Belly I give of myself to unleash my greatest potential To burst from Your Bosom, shining and emboldened For there is nothing that is beyond Your Reach, Great Mother It is for me, now, to See that nothing is beyond my own

Dua Sekhmet! Dua Sekhmet! Dua Sekhmet!

[starlit-chaos-witch]

[breelandwalker]

Hey Bree, I’m moving into my first apartment on July 15th! I want to set some wards with a kick up, but don’t have a clue where to start. Mind pointing me towards some resources?

Funny you should mention! I have some posts and podcast episodes and a book I can recommend that I think you'll find helpful.

Tips on How to Visualize and Construct Basic Wards

Practicing Your Warding Technique

Cleansing Before Warding / Warding A Shared Space

Refreshing / Patching Existing Wards

Non-Appropriative Herbs for Smoke-Cleansing

Smokeless Cleansing / Other Methods

Hex Positive, Ep. 024 - Warding A Witchy Home (Dec 2021)

Hex Positive, Ep. 045 - Warding A Witchy Home Pt 2 (April 2024)

"By Rust of Nail and Prick of Thorn: The Theory and Practice of Effective Home Warding," Althaea Sebastiani, 2017.

Hope this helps!

[oldfarmhouse]

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[cultkinkcoven]

whenever i get sad that i don’t have friends to worship and do rituals with, I remember that birds sing love songs into the sky everyday, and the grass dances in the wind when it blows. And the clouds blush at the sunset, and the wind whistles tunes, and the bees hum, and the deer trot. And then I remember that the river runs, and the flowers open themselves to the sun, and the bugs sleep on warm leaves. and as I walk and pray, perhaps the rabbits nibbling on shrubs are praying too, perhaps that’s why the spider spun her web so beautifully. and then I remember that I’m not worshipping alone. I never was.

[capnsoapy]

Britain is already one-upping the Wonka scam by making the LEGO Dashcon ballpit real

an extra hour in the brick pit

[nine-fifteenths-deactivated2024]

[maviyenot]

[landsccape]

[rayrayskies22]

# Those flowers 🌼 look lovely 🌹🌺💕 .

[shrubsparrow]

I made an art/anatomy tutorial about birds! I hope people will find it helpful!

[hanafubukki]

@prince-kallisto

[chocolateismynemesis]

@todaysbird

[calebwittebane]

no idea where i was going with this but i abandoned it at the most disconcerting moment possible

[maryellencarter]

look actually calling things that aren't the brand name by the brand name is something corporations really hate. because if it becomes common enough they stop having the trademark to the brand name.

did you know trampoline used to be a brand name? true facts. the inventor wanted all the imitators to call theirs, like, "elastic platforms" or some shit (i don't remember the specific shit) so he could keep advertising The One and Only Genuine Trampoline (tm). and then we didn't. and now nobody remembers him or his trademark.

[paulgadzikowski]

aspirin used to be a trademark of Bayer

[bastionofbibliophiles]

Per Wikipedia: "Trademark erosion, or genericization, is a special case of antonomasia related to trademarks. It happens when a trademark becomes so common that it starts being used as a common name and the original company has failed to prevent such use. Once it has become an appellative, the word cannot be registered any more; this is why companies try hard not to let their trademark become too common, a phenomenon that could otherwise be considered a successful move since it would mean that the company gained an exceptional recognition."

Examples of genericized trademarks include:

Air fryer

Aspirin

Dry ice

Escalator

Flip phone

Heroin

Kerosene

Teleprompter

Examples of trademarks that are at risk of genericization (so you definitely shouldn't use these terms; you don't want to take them away from the poor corporations, do you?):

Adrenaline (owned by Pfizer)

Allen wrench (owned by Apex Tool Group)

Band-Aid (owned by Johnson & Johnson)

Bubble Wrap (owned by Sealed Air)

ChapStick (owned by Suave Brands Company)

Frisbee (owned by Wham-O)

Google (owned by Google)

Hula hoop (owned by Wham-O)

Jacuzzi (owned by Jacuzzi)

Jell-O (owned by Kraft Heinz)

Jet Ski (owned by Kawasaki)

Kleenex (owned by Kimberly-Clark)

Lava lamp (owned by Mathmos)

Ping Pong (owned by Parker Brothers)

Play-Doh [and "Play Dough" in the UK] (owned by Hasbro)

Plexiglas (owned by Altuglas International)

Popsicle (owned by Good Humor-Breyers)

Post-it note (owned by 3M)

Putt-Putt golf (owned by Putt-Putt Fun Center)

Q-tips (owned by Unilever)

Realtor (owned by National Association of Realtors)

Rollerblade (owned by Nordica)

Scotch tape (owned by 3M)

Sharpie (owned by Sanford L.P)

Styrofoam (owned by Dow Chemical Company)

Super Glue/Superglue (owned by Super Glue Corporation)

Tupperware (owned by Earl Tupper)

Velcro (owned by Velcro Companies)

[raychleadele]

Many of this list I was aware are trademarked names but some are wild. Allen wrench? Really? Fucking POPSICLE?? REALTOR????

[bunjywunjy]

can we. go back to the heroin thing

[crazycatsiren]

Open your windows. I'm serious.

"Airing out" is a practice common in many cultures, because it does make a difference. Here in Germany, we air out our houses even in the middle of winter. Albeit for only short periods of time when it's cold outside. Not only is fresh natural air good for you, but also it's proven to prevent mold.

My grandparents would open at least one window for a while every morning, throughout the whole year. When the weather is nice, the Chinese would hang their beddings on clotheslines outside, for fresh air and sunlight are cleansing.