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Identifying Crystal Properties By Color

We’ve all been there. You walk into a crystal shop and there they are. Dozens of unfamiliar crystals just waiting for you to ask a million questions about. Rather then waste the time over analyzing, Remember the Rule of the Color. The rule of colors work not just with Candles, but also crystals. Of course each is unique and holds a special energy but the nature of the color is always the same. Do the next time you’re in a pinch, And your like “Woah, What does this do?” Remember the rule of color!

Pink (Example: Rose Quartz) Femininity, Self love, Acceptance, Compassion, Romance, Friendship, Spiritual healing, Nurturing.

Red (Example: Ruby) Strength, Power, Health, Power, Love, Sex, Energy, Vibrancy, Vitality. Protection.

Orange (Example: Topaz) Encouragement, Fortune, Success, Taking Action

Yellow (Example: Citrine) Happiness, Joy, Creativity, Imagination, Comfort, Charm, Confidence.

Green- (Example: Jade) Growth Fertility. Grounding, Money, Fortune, Luck, Prosperity.

Blue (Example: Aquamarine) Wisdom, Understanding, Calmness, Inner peace, health, Cleansing,

Purple (Example: Amethyst) Psychic Ability, Power, Protection, Tranquility, Prosperity.

Black (Example Tourmaline) Deep Cleansing, Protection from negativity, Banishment, Binding.

White (Example: White Jade) Purification, Spiritual strength, Serenity.

Clear (Example- Quartz) Amplification, Understanding.

Mixed Colors / Spots (Example: Snow Flake Obsidian) Mixed properties based off colors

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Exquisite Crystal Hair Accessories

Colorado based artist Aleks from Gems and Bones creations are “inspired by the elements of Earth and the Magic hidden in every component of life.” She confesses, “In my jewelry, I combine the beauty of crystals and intricate statement designs. I truly believe that there is nothing that can highlight the inner beauty and spirituality better than Nature itself.

The key elements of my developing as an artist - traveling all around the globe and love of nature - motivate me to encourage my customers to embrace the fashion that comes from the vibrant mixture of cultures and past-materialistic desire of peace, happiness, beauty and freedom. My goal is to share my artistic vision and ideas with those who appreciate art in its very unique and unpredictable forms. Through each piece of my custom jewelry, I look forward to bringing the beauty and inspiration to everyone!”

Find her entire work in her Etsy shop.

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cryptidsuggestion

you hear a tapping at your window at night, you’re terrified but you go and look out. a feeling of relief washes over you as you realize its just your local cryptid asking for your wifi password, they want to message their friend, but most cell companies don’t sell data plans to nonhuman beings, so they just wanna use ur wifi for a sec

harleyqinnspuddin-blog2

this is great

thecatsinthecrypt

reblog if you ARE JEWISH, if you SUPPORT JEWISH PEOPLE, or if you WANT ALL NEONAZIS TO BE CARRIED OFF BY MOTHMAN

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i said “wendigo” out loud and its the middle of witer...FUCK FUCK FUCK... im going to die. fuck.

#wendigo #urban legends #urban legand #lore #fuck

oliviarampaige

Wendigo. 👹 Inspired by the Leshen from Witcher 3.

harleyqinnspuddin-blog2

this is amazing

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On your way to steal your gf

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365daysofterror

Black-Eyed Kids (BEKs)

If you have spent any amount of time online (especially on paranormal forums), chances are you’ve already stumbled upon at least one story about the Black-Eyed Kids, aka BEKs.

The first known mentioning of a BEK was on a paranormal e-mail list back in 1998.

Since then there have been hundreds if not thousands of reports from all over the U.S. and the world.

Now, a typical encounter with a BEK goes as such:

There is a knock on the door. Usually at some god-awful hour of the night.

When the homeowner goes to answer the door they find two children on their doorstep. These children tend to be in their early teens though there have been known sightings of BEKs much younger. In other words, these are kids that have no business being out this late at night.

Upon the homeowner opening the door, the kids immediately ask for assistance of some kind (“Can we use your phone?” “Can we use your bathroom?” etc.) But just before the owner agrees to help, they begin to get the feeling that something is amiss.

It’s then that they finally notice: the children have black eyes. SOLID black eyes.

As warning flags go up and the homeowner becomes uncomfortable, the children begin to insist on being let in. Usually around this time the homeowner shuts the door in a panic. When they finally gain the courage to open the door, the children are gone.

So who or what are these black-eyed kids?

No one really knows though there are those who believe that they may be vampires as their odd habits do seem to reflect the lore of vampires being unable to enter a house without proper invitation.

Needless to say, BEKs are NOT something you want to find on your doorstep in the middle of the night…

harleyqinnspuddin-blog2

my guess is that they are some sort of fae. Fae (or fairies) or know for there trickery. And it appears that they cannot enter a home without being invited in. which is why they ask for something because the usual respons (if the kids didnt have black eyes) would be “sure, come on in.” After they realize that they aren’t going to be let in so they start insisting.

I’ve also heard reports of BEKs in the day, but they are very hostile and threatening.

365daysofterror

Black-Eyed Kids (BEKs)

If you have spent any amount of time online (especially on paranormal forums), chances are you’ve already stumbled upon at least one story about the Black-Eyed Kids, aka BEKs.

The first known mentioning of a BEK was on a paranormal e-mail list back in 1998.

Since then there have been hundreds if not thousands of reports from all over the U.S. and the world.

Now, a typical encounter with a BEK goes as such:

There is a knock on the door. Usually at some god-awful hour of the night.

It’s then that they finally notice: the children have black eyes. SOLID black eyes.

So who or what are these black-eyed kids?

No one really knows though there are those who believe that they may be vampires as their odd habits do seem to reflect the lore of vampires being unable to enter a house without proper invitation.

Needless to say, BEKs are NOT something you want to find on your doorstep in the middle of the night…

chief-of-project-e

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

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

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#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

harleyqinnspuddin-blog2

story time: I live on a farm in Kentucky, with big hills, woods, fields, hollers, creek, the whole shebang. Even as a young child i was respectful and watched where i steped cuz i knew some shit was out there. I would hear rustling behind my and i would just call out “i am not here to disturb you, i am just walking.” i would still hear rustling but i was never harmed.

for some reason one night i started looking at the sky every night no matter what, and suddenly the rustles wern’t threatening, but friendly. it was very odd.

there was one time i went into my moms friends woods and there were moss circles everywhere, not even joking, EVERYWHERE. i didnt step an one, because you dont fuck with that shit.

my mom had woods behind her house, and man it was tripy. the woods was very threatening. the first time i truly ventured deep into the woods i got this overpowering sence of dread and claustraphobia. it was like the forest was making me leave. the week after that i went into the clearing just before you get to the woods and i sat down and told the forest that i ment no harm that i loved nature. after that the forest greets me like a friend. nature is weird man.

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lurosebud

water magick

different types of water and their connotations;

moon water: cleansing, purification, balance, and energy (my personal favorite)

snow water: new beginnings, transformation

sea water: banishment, cleansing, purification

lake water: contentment, peace

river water: change, upward movement in life

well water: healing, intuition, wishes

swamp water: banishing, binding

ice: transformations, creativity

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I love every single person who reblogged this

achromatiq

I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.

It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.

Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.

It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.

Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.