My Little Pagan Life

Welcome to my humble country life! My name is Lilith, and I'm very blessed to meet you. 🦆

[thetuesdaysband]

(via https://open.spotify.com/artist/34z6EUM6vEY0azXbxgpbX6?si=uGzmRRmhTl_hUiHyZapAIQ)

Listen to The Tuesdays on Spotify (EP: So much for… The Tuesdays)

[thetuesdaysband]

THE TUESDAYS

The Tuesdays are an indie rock band from West Sussex, England.

Find their music on:

Spotify: The Tuesdays SoundCloud: thetuesdays YouTube: The Tuesdays Instagram: @ thetuesdaysofficial

Pictured Left to Right: Drummer Zachary Shapiro, Producer Ethan Ramsay, Vocalist / Lead Guitarist Seb Shapiro, Bassist Louis Dunkley

[magickallygothic]

Hey guys,

Please take a minute to check out my partner’s band. It’d really mean a lot to us and I’m sure you’ll enjoy their music! 

Link to their Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/34z6EUM6vEY0azXbxgpbX6?si=CCw4iYprSXKrufIOBj_SBw

Link to their Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-881534710

YouTube: The Tuesdays

Thank you guys so much! All your support is massively appreciated.

Love,

Lilith xx

[silvaris]

Birch Woods by Charles Liu

[recreationalwitchcraft]

50 Magical Uses for Roses

Roses are one of the most common flowers around. They are widely adored, gifted often and grown in many places.  If you’re anything like us - you might even have too much of them laying around. What to do with all these roses?

Bathe in them to encourage beauty

Carry them to attract love

Add them to a sleep sachet to promote sweet dreams

Make a rose massage bar to encourage love through touch

Make magical rose water

Candy the rose petals to give to a lover

Use them to honor the Goddess Aphrodite

Use them to honor the Goddess Isis

Let them rot in spells to break up couples

Use them to represent the planet Venus

Use them to honor the Virgin Mary

Use them as offerings to spirits of the dead

Use them to represent The Goddess

Use in a spell jar for attracting romance

Use their thorns to curse an ex-lover

Make rose oil

Use them to represent the 5 Wounds of Christ

Use them in dream pillows to cause romantic dreams

Uses yellow roses for spells involving friendship

Substitute them for any flower in a spell

Use them in spells for healing

Use them in glamour spells

Make a glamour-charged rosewater spray

Make magical perfume with their sweet fragrance

Preserve them in candles for love spells

Make a romance-attracting bath melt

Make a Sabbat Rose Garland

Make a Rose Petal Salve

Dry the Petals and make Flameless Rose Lights

Make Rose Potpourri

Use them in a Goddess Glamour bath

Make a love attracting rose and baby oil sugar scrub

Make a rose oil infusion for future spells

Make a charged rose lip balm to bring on kisses

Make a magical tea to encourage sexy times

Preserve them for the altar using borax

Use them in romance divination

Use the petals as altar confetti

Use them to honor Sappho

Burn them and use the ashes to break off ties with ex-lovers

Freeze them in ice bowls for seasonal spells

Apply them to the skin to wear on Sabbats

Use the petals as confetti for celebrations & Sabbats

Make a rose glamour shower steamer

Use the petals to cast circles

Make rose tinctures

Use the stems to make a Brigid’s Cross

Make a sabbat flower crown

Make a rose wreath for your front door to bring on relationships

Propagate the stems for even more roses!

[withwild]

Mosslight

[dame-wolf-deactivated20190723]

Using my crystal wand to cleanse u all of negativity 🌈

[matialonsorphoto]

lavender days

by matialonsor

[dusky-phantom]

witchcraft psa

instead of jars to bury your spells in, my i suggest the idea of peat pots planters?

not only are they biodegradable, they are useful for many different things. you can grow herbs and starter plants or use them to bury a home protection without the fear of broken glass rising to the surface, or your jar staying in the ground for a 100 years. they also come in many different sizes as well. from large to very tiny

and you can even make your own from left over toilet paper rolls for a byproduct option that lessens garbage going into landfills.

there are plenty of cheaper, earth friendlier options available to us, as witches, at our disposal. it is up to us as a whole to start making better earth friendly choices, to modernize the practice. we are not from the middle ages and tradition has nothing to do with glass jars - we have the knowledge in modern days to realize how harmful the practice of burying jars actually is, we have resources to change that as well.

[dumbbbunnnyy-deactivated2021021]

🌺🌞Solstice & Equinox Correspondences🍁❄

🌺 Vernal (Spring) Equinox - new beginnings, love, hope, cleansing, fertility, motivation, inspiration

🌞 Summer Solstice - relationships, marriage, energy, power, abundance, beauty, sexual matters

🍁 Autumnal (Autumn/Fall) Equinox - endings, harvest, banishing, letting go, psychic power, divination

❄ Winter Solstice - new beginnings, family, celebrations, healing, peace, positivity 

compiled from my personal grimoire

[drxgonfly]

As we walked in fields of gold … (by Claire Saphier)

[porcelainapparition]

🌹

[enchantedwoodlands]

wicklow, ireland

[chief-of-project-e]

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

[queer-trans-amazon-deactivated2]

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

[false-dawn]

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

[ohmeursault]

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

[superindianslug]

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

[elocinneem-deactivated20160605]

^^^ that part

[dduane]

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

[pamisleyphd]

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

^ So much good advice in this post right here

[weirdo-city]

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

[witchy-woman]

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

[mistresstrevelyan]

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes. 

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering. 

[gayantlers]

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you). 

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night. 

[breelandwalker]

Faeries and Wee Folk and Liminal Spaces, oh myyyy…

I just…yes. This. All of this. And then some.

You don’t have to understand it. You don’t have to believe in it.

But if you know what’s good for you, DON’T FUCK WITH IT.

[theouijagirl]

For my followers that ask about Fae stuff.

[thevixenwitch]

Oh we talked about this the last time this post came around!! We’re in South Central Texas. You shouldn’t really go in public parks at night, or certain parts of them. There are things that live in old structures that are active at night. Each town has a Haunted Hotel, none of them are haunted. The Lexington is haunted af I can’t even set foot there anymore. Galveston is just entirely a no-go?? Shadow men everywhere, especially on the sea wall. If you’re on the river, we have the Guadalupe and Comal through here, never pass a buoy that’s sectioning off seemingly calm water. There are things that sleep there that don’t want to be disturbed. On the flip side, if you take care of the river and her citizens, she will sometimes reward you! She is very kind. San Marcos at night is a liminal space. I was at Texas State for a short time, and there were many nights I would just wander. It’s safe, and very calming. There a forest in Geronimo that’s split down the middle, both sides are guarded, and neither guardian wishes to be disturbed. One is one with the boar, the other is a woman who wears a cloak that matches the bark on the trees she hides in as she watches you. There is a barn on an old abandoned piece of land, a whole estate, even has its own water tower. Technically there’s two barns, one has scorch marks and graffiti, the other has a guardian, the scarecrow. He’ll chase you away, because he guards the efreet that was once summoned there. Most of these are personal experiences, though most of them were experienced by friends as well. Oh! And if there’s ever anything trapped in the current at the base of a dam, no matter how small the dam is, don’t try to retrieve it, it’s a lure left by the things hiding behind the buoys. Don’t fall for them.

[kandutchess]

there shit in the cities too tho….

[sinbadism]

Meanwhile, Danes definitely believe in this shit and we respect our spirits and whatnot but there is no stopping a Dane from going and exploring some dangerous place at night

[pagewoman]

Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.

William Wordsworth

(via grayskymorning)

[americanairliines-deactivated20]

Old hag by *veprikov

Being a witch is not the highest paid job in the world.

[nonimaginaryfriend]

I JUST WANT HER TO GET HER PRETTY PURPLE HAT AND BE HAPPY

[themc4s]

I would kill for a companion piece to this, where she gets her hat..

[zeebardbaird]

Im sobbing.

[mommakankri]

no seriously why hasn’t any replied to this image with a picture of her in the pretty hat c’mon tumblr please

[plintoon-reblogs]

Well it’s not much, but here’s a comic: 

Enjoy!

[mommakankri]

DEAD

[oldfrax]

Reblog every one of these happy end comics I don’t even care

[deviantart]

Forever reblog. ❤️

[gothiccharmschool]

Why yes, I will always reblog the happy endings people have given to this illustration. BECAUSE THAT DELIGHTFUL ELDERLY WITCH DESERVES TO BE HAPPY WITH THE FANCY PURPLE HAT.

[euphoricdreamtide]

THE FROSTED MORNING – PETWORTH, ENGLAND My favourite place in the world! Petworth park will always be my home. These wonderful photos were taken by my mother, yesterday morning at 8am. A local treasure ❄️

[euphoricdreamtide]

EARLY EVENING IN THE ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE – BYWORTH, WEST SUSSEX A lovely afternoon walk with my mother in the village just next to us. This is the built up half of the town - the rest is old barns and farmland. Still, a very beautiful walk 😻