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Remember to put protein powder in your spells so they can grow strong and shredded or something idk
— Aphrodite is iridescence, like the shimmer of pearls and seashells, like glittering jewels in the sea
I think "shadow work" might have been another one of those kind of cool sounding terms that got picked up and thrown around a few times in the modern witch community and then everybody just followed suit and ran with it without ever actually bothering to looking what it means and where it came from. Similar to karma, smudging, gypsy, black magic, white magic, chakras, "blessed be", empath, voodoo, third eye, etc.
much of the shadow work i see online is just loosely defined introspection and diary entries but i feel like the psychological act of shadow work goes way beyond all of that (please let me know if i have it wrong).
You just about nailed it, my friend. 🔨
Shadow work is early 20th century psychotherapy, in a nutshell.
I have a hard time giving any amount to someone telling me witchcraft is dangerous for xyz reasons that usually are a requirement for a behavior they wish to see.
Let's be clear.
My witchcraft is not your witchcraft, we are not related to each other, you have no power dynamic over me, we do not do the same things.
And you do not speak for me. You do not know me. You do not know my practice. You can't know my practice, you can't even replicate my practice because it's closed.
And this whole thing becomes a slippery slope for what real witches do / practice discussion and that's not a slope you want to be on, because I will straight up just kick you down the slope right into the Block oubliette.
I'm not having it.
I don't have discussions about "what a witch does" if the word real is ever put it in because that's engaging in a discussion with an unreasonable person whose whole purpose is not to discuss but to tell. And again, you have no power to tell me anything.
A Reminder to my U.S. Witches -
Whether you're a private practitioner or a witchy business owner, it is now more important than ever to KNOW YOUR RIGHTS.
Wicca as a religion is officially protected by Freedom of Religion under the First Amendment. This extends somewhat to other less organized pagan religions as well as the general state of Being A Witch, which is also protected by Freedom of Speech.
But we must remember that this only protects you from PROSECUTION, not PERSECUTION.
You have the legal right to present as a pagan or witch in public spaces and technically you cannot be discriminated against in the workplace for such things. However, we all know how that kind of bigotry disguises itself and the way things are going, resources for reporting and resolving such grievances may soon be in short supply.
You also have the right to own and operate a pagan-oriented or witchcraft-related business, provided that you obey all applicable tax codes and consumer protection laws. (This is why we have to mark so many of our goods and services as "For Entertainment Purposes Only," and I strongly suggest updating your disclaimers to include additional language if need be.)
Again, as we've seen, this doesn't always protect business owners from harassment or help them with seeking reparations if there's trouble. But it's important to know, as more and more "proclamations" roll out from the "new management," that executive orders do not immediately or fundamentally change the law.
This is nowhere near a comprehensive explanation of the constitutional rights and laws applicable to witches and pagans currently living in the United States. I urge everyone to familiarize themselves with all applicable laws in their area which deal with public gatherings, small businesses, consumer protection, public transit, loitering, search & seizure / "stop & frisk," and anything related to being detained by law enforcement for any reason.
Familiarize yourself also with social and legal resources in your area, just in case you or someone you know needs them. Talk to the elders in your local LGBTQ organizations as well - we've been there before.
Most importantly, build links and relationships with trusted people around you, whether it's your neighbors or your colleagues or like-minded people in the community. We all need to be looking out for each other and the more we know, the better we can protect ourselves, our homes, our livelihoods, our communities, and our rights.
(If anyone has any applicable links or information, PLEASE add them in comments and reblogs.)
Stay safe!
Let me leverage my Department of Labor training to link you guys to the specific resource you'll use for work-related discrimination (or harassment)!
Religious Discrimination
This is the page from the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. (You know how employers like to add "We are an equal opportunity employer" to their hiring ads? No shit you're equal opportunity, ALL employers within the US must be equal opportunity, because that's literally federal law!)
Anyways: I would recommend arming yourself with this knowledge (of how to file a complaint) BEFORE YOU NEED IT. v
Filing a Charge
Note that there IS a difference between harassment and discrimination. Harassment mean somebody was bad-mouthing you, making fun of you, or creating a hostile work environment. Bullying generally falls under harassment, not discrimination. Discrimination is when they take employment-related action based on your religion, like demoting you or refusing a raise, which incurs steeper penalties but also involves an investigation and burden of proof. You don't exactly need to catch it on camera, but the EEOC does usually at least interview other people. BOTH BEHAVIORS CAN BE FILED AGAINST!
ALSO! There is a requirement that you MUST file within a certain amount of time that the harassment/discrimination occurs! I think it's 30 or 60 days, but I could be wrong. It might depend on what you're filing for. The initial filing process is quick; the in-depth details can be saved for the investigation.
Also, if you're in a safe situation to do so, TELL YOUR SUPERVISOR. Get a report written! Create a paper trail! Talking to HR might also be an option. Consider initiating the conversation in email or some other form that can be stored and referred to later. It'll probably take the EEOC awhile to handle your case, so you want this documented.
HR or your supervisor can also file the complaint FOR you. Personally I'd do it myself to make sure it doesn't fall through the cracks, but I know not everyone knows how to navigate legal paperwork.
I believe there's an option to file anonymously, but that's more for if you witness it happening to someone else. If you want any action taken on it, I'd recommend giving them your contact information.
Also maybe brush up on retaliation laws, because those are the ones that will protect you if your employer retaliates when you bring them to book. (Note "discrimination" being on the list of things you're protected from retaliation against.)
If you're a federal contractor like me, or a direct hire, they have special procedures and most agencies have their own liaison agencies to work with, so these links may or may not apply. In that case, you might want to look into whistleblower laws too!
To everyone who is going through something rough, stressful, or scary in their Craft. To everyone who has negative, painful, harmful experiences with gods and spirits who are supposed to care for them. To everyone who's been made to feel that all witchcraft and all paganism is supposed to always be safe, and if they are undergoing harm or pain it's their own fault. To everyone who's scared of talking about negative deity experiences because they know they won't be believed, or worse, will be attacked, shamed, and condescended to. To everyone who's wondering how it's possible nobody else seems to be talking about this bad stuff, and left questioning if you're the only one. To everyone who sees support posts telling you to 'just walk away' if things get bad, and knowing that you can't.
You're not alone. I promise.
Also it's trancework.
It's not visualization. You don't have to visualize.
It's trancework and finding magical headspace, and learning how to work within that space.
Within that space a great number of things may harness and convey power.
Without that space, visualization is just sparkling imagination.
I'm ready to start some witchy discourse today:
Don't blow out your candles!
consume them to extinguish the flames
Thanks for bringing up this important discourse. Of course I firmly believe that one must consume the candle base-first and eat all the wax before you get to the wick, and if the flame goes out before you consume the entire candle that means your spell will not manifest.
I disagree. Unhinge your jaw and swallow the candle whole like a snake, flame first. Only way to do it in my book.
Both very valid points! Thank you for your contributions!
I like to put them sideways on a plate and eat them with a knife and fork because I am insufferable civilized. If the flame goes out before you've consumed the whole thing then not only will your spell not work, but you will be mildly cursed for the next 36 hours.
Some even say that eating an entire candle is the real curse
Actually my entire paradigm has changed since we had this discussion, and now I know that you need to consume the candle flame-first when performing spells to draw things to you, and eat it flame-last for spells to send things away.
Y'know, this thread always bothered me.
Everyone knows it's fine to just lick your candles out. The saliva from the licking seals the magic in place.
When I was a child, I was often left in the care of my Nanna. It is from her that I learnt many of the pieces of what she would call "little magic".
At her side, I learned how to sew and make little finger puppets and 'dollies'. We walked through the park, and she pointed out the plants and trees and their properties. With her, I made my first lavender filled bag to help me sleep. She would spoil me with peanut butter and butter sandwiches (which my mother was staunchly against), and then showed me how to feed the house spirit (a bowl filled with crusts of bread and milk poured over the top with a bit of honey drizzled over it).
She also told me stories - so many fairytales and folktales that would horrify parents if told to their children nowadays. But it was only when I was older and in school that I realised the stories she told me were different from the ones my friends had been told... mine were darker and full of old truths and lessons I still remember to this day.
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One of my favourite tales was of a little girl with honey blond hair and blue eyes whose name started with a V (I can't for the life of me remember her name). Her father was a merchant, and her mother was kind. Their little family of three were quite happy until the little girl's mother got sick. The merchant hired healers and priests to help his wife, but all failed to help the little girl's mother, her sickness worsening with each passing day. Soon, it was clear that her mother was dying, and the little girl's father refused to leave his wife's bedside, leaving the little girl to fetch water from the well, light the fires, cook meals for her family and care for the home.
One day, her mother called the little girl to her bedside and asked her husband to step outside of the room for a moment. The little girl approached her mother's bedside with trepedation. Reaching under the bed, the mother pulled out a strange little cloth doll with no face. The doll was made from a scrap of her mother's favourite dress, with her mother's hair ribbons binding it into the shape of a doll.
"Here, my child. She will protect you when I am gone. All you must do is feed the doll a drop of your blood and tell it your problem, and it will be fixed."
The little girl did not understand but took the doll from her mother. "But how will I feed her a drop of my blood if she has no mouth?"
The little girl's mother smiled, and for a moment, she didn't look sick anymore.
"Promise me, my beautiful daughter, that you will keep her with you, for she will act in my stead once I am gone."
The little girl did not understand her mother's words but promised again to keep the doll with her at all times.
The mother suddenly surged forward and tightly clasped her daughter’s hands in her own. "No one can know you have her, not even your father. Let no one see her. Keep her hidden on your person at all times unless you have need of her."
The little girl, now afraid at her mother's vehement pleas, nodded frantically to show she acquiesced and would do as she was bid.
Her mother, seeing the little girl's compliance, collapsed back into her bed and dismissed the little girl, bidding she tell her father he could return.
Her mother died that night; her father distraught at the loss of his beloved wife.
Though it was not long after the little girl's mother was buried, that her father remarried once more.
The little girl's new mother was a widow with no children of her own, and the little girl's father told her "She will make a good mother for you, my child" But she was not a good mother.
For you see, any time the little girl's father was home, the woman would treat the little girl kindly, but as soon as her father was gone, her stepmother would turn cruel and demand the little girl do all of the housework and chores. If little girl refused, her stepmother threatened to beat her, and told the little girl she would go to bed without supper if the work was not done. Since her father was away, and there was nothing the little girl could do, she did as she was bid; completing the work until her hands were cracked and bleeding with sores. However, despite the little girl's efforts, her stepmother was still unsatisfied with the little girl's work, locking her outside the house overnight.
Cold and exhausted, the little girl crept into the storeroom and laid down on the floor.
It was then that the little girl remembered her promise and the little doll she had kept secret in a pocket inside her dress. Carefully, pulling out the strange little doll, the little girl remembered her mother's words.
"Though you have no face, I will feed you a drop of my blood." And so the little girl dabbed one of her bleeding fingers against where the dolls mouth would be if it had one. "Please help me, little doll, for my stepmother is a cruel woman, and I can not possibly do all that she has bid of me."
It was then the little girl heard a voice inside her head, "Sleep, my child, and I will complete all that has been asked of you."
With a small smile of relief, the little girl went to sleep, and when she awoke, it was to find all of the chores her stepmother had requested, completed.
Surely, with all of the work done, her stepmother would let the little girl inside. So she tucked the doll back into the inner pocket of her dress and left the storeroom. But upon seeing the jobs miraculously done overnight, the stepmother's face turned ugly.
"I suppose since you've done all that was asked, you can come inside to break your fast."
The little girl meekly entered the home and ate the cold porridge she was given without comment. But as soon as she was done eating, her stepmother gave her another list of jobs to do, even more than the day before.
And so the little girl worked all day until her feet were sore and her hands were cracked and bleeding. But her stepmother remained unsatisfied, as all of the chores were not completed. Resigned, the little girl crept back into the storeroom for the night.
With bloodied hands, the little girl pulled out the doll from her hiding place and dabbed a drop of her blood where the doll's mouth would be.
"Please, little doll, I need your help once more. I can not do all that is asked of me, and my hands are blistered and sore."
Again, the little girl heard the doll's voice inside her head, "Sleep little one and all will be well, I will show you where the healing herbs dwell."
With a smile, the little girl went to sleep on the storeroom floor, and when she awoke, she found that once again, all of the jobs her stepmother had told her to complete were done.
Again, when the little girl went up to the house and knocked on the door, her stepmother seemed furious the jobs were done. With gritted teeth, she bid, "I suppose since you've done all that was asked, you can come inside to break your fast."
And so the little girl ate the cold porridge placed afore her as her stepmother once more listed more outlandish jobs for the young girl to complete.
And so the years went by, the little girl growing into a beautiful and capable young woman. Her hands and body were strong from all of the work she would complete each day, and thanks to her mother's blessing, she knew and harvested all manner of healing herbs and edible plants from the nearby forest.
But every time her father was home from his business trips, he would always comment "You are becoming so beautiful my darling daughter, just like your mother" These comments would make her stepmother scowl and her face turn ugly with rage. So, as each year passed, V became more beautiful, and her stepmother became more hideous in her hatred.
In her hatred, V's stepmother began sending her into the forest for ridiculous errands. V knew that her stepmother probably intended for her to get eaten by wolves, or worse, by the witch that supposedly lived in the wood. But thanks to her mother's blessing and a sharp thorn kept in the pocket of her dress, V was always able to fetch whatever her stepmother requested from the wood and return home safely.
One night, V's stepmother came to the storeroom door where V was sleeping on the floor. "Get up at once. Your lazyness has allowed the hearth to go out, and not even coals remain to light a fire. You must go to the witch of the wood and ask her for a coal"
"But stepmother," V cried out in vain. "The witch if the wood eats people! Surely she will not give me a coal!"
V's stepmother sneared down her long nose at her. "Go afore it is too dark to see the way."
And so V set off into the forest until not even the light of the moon could guide her steps. It was then that the quiet whispers of her mother's doll began to give directions through the dark wood.
Soon, V emerged into a strange clearing. In its centre, a wooden hut sat on top of tall wooden posts that looked almost like chickens feet. At the base of the hut was a small garden with all manner of plants growing. And surrounding the garden was a fence that seemed to be made of bones. Thankfully, as V approached the hut, she could see a warm light coming from within. This must be the home of the witch of the wood.
Following the fence of bone, V reached the garden gate. On either side of the gate were skulls set atop large bones. Small candles inside the skulls seemed to light as if by magic as soon as V touched the gate.
"Why are you here, child?" A voice called out from the hut. There in the doorway stood an old woman, her back bent from many years of hard work and her long grey hair gleaming in the moonlight.
V plucked up her courage and called out, "My stepmother sent me to find the witch of the wood to ask for a coal."
At her response, the old woman barked out a laugh that sounded more like the cawing of a crow than a human laugh. "And what will I get in return? I will not give you a coal for free."
Again, V plucked up her courage and responded, "I will work for it. I promise I'm a hard worker, you can see from my hands." At this V raised her hands for the old woman to inspect.
Seeing the calloses from many years of hard work, the old woman nodded. "Very well, you will work for me for a day and a night, and you will receive a coal from my hearth that will never go out."
With that, the old woman turned around and began to walk up to the hut. As she walked, she began to list the chores she wanted V to perform. "You will clean the house and yard, wash the laundry, and cook us two meals; breakfast and supper. You will go into the storeroom and separate rotten grains from sound grains and gather and store seeds from the garden."
After years of dealing with her stepmother's ever expanding list of demands, this old woman's jobs seemed almost easy by comparison.
"First, let's see your skills as a cook. Go to the garden and fetch us something for supper"
And so into the witch's garden, V went, gathering edible and medicinal plants until she had enough to make a hearty soup, which would helpfully ease some of the old woman's pain.
The old woman nodded at V's selection and led her up the ladder into the hut. On one side of the hut was a large stone hearth, and at its heart, five large coals gleamed as they cradled the base of a large iron pot.
"Take the pot to the stream and fill it halfway with water. Then return to make your soup." The old woman bid.
It took all of V's strength to lift the large iron pot from the hearth and carry it carefully down the ladder so as not to scorch the wood. Down the garden path, V carried the pot past the bone gate and back into the forest. Thankfully, her mother's blessing whispered directions, and V was able to quickly locate the nearby stream and fill the pot halfway.
Returning to the hut, V began chopping herbs and vegetables and throwing them in the pot. Soon the hearty supper was bubbling away in the pot and ready to be served.
The old woman passed V two wooden bowls and a large wooden ladle.
"You want two bowls of soup?" V asked the old woman.
"No, the other is for you, child." The old woman barked before hitting V with the large spoon. Doing quickly as she was bid, V ladled out two portions of the soup; one for her and one for the old witch.
With the soup placed in front of her, the old woman quickly ate her supper seemingly ravenous. V ate her portion much slower, not used to having supper anymore, though she was happy to refill the old woman's bowl with more soup when she was bid to.
With supper eaten, V gathered their bowls, spoons, and knife into the now empty iron pot and carried it down the ladder, through the garden gate and down to the stream to wash.
Upon her return, she found a pallet bed had been made up.
"That is for you," the old woman muttered as she walked over to her own bed tucked into the wall of the hut.
"But how will I get all of the jobs done if I sleep here?" V asked.
The old woman turned back to her with a strange smile on her face. "I'm sure a hard-working young woman such as yourself can find a way."
With that, the old woman climbed into bed, leaving V to climb into the pallet bed. When she heard the snores of the old woman, V pulled out her mother's doll from the secret pocket of her dress. "Please, little doll, I need your help once more. I can not do all that is asked of me, and my hands are blistered and sore."
Again, the little girl heard the doll's voice inside her head, "Sleep little one, the jobs will be done upon the rising of the sun."
With a smile on her face, V fell asleep, assured that her mother's blessing would help her once more.
When she awoke, V saw that the old woman was already awake and was staring into the hearth as she sipped on a strong smelling tea. "I see you were quite busy while you slept." The old woman said with a crooked smile and a gesture to the iron pot full of hot porrige.
"Are there other jobs you need me to complete?"
"You will eat this porridge and carry one of these coals to your stepmother's house. Then you will return here."
Once more, V did as she was bid.
Upon finishing her porridge, the old woman gave V a fox skull. Using large iron tongs, the old woman reached into the hearth and removed one of the hold glowing coals and placed it in the jaws of the fox.
"Take this to your stepmother's house to light her hearth and then return here."
And so V carried the skull, down the ladder, through the garden, out the gate and through the forest until she reached the edge where her father's house stood.
V knocked on the door, and her stepmother quickly opened the door, a look of shock and horror gracing her features.
No sooner had her stepmother opened the door, and then the coal had begun to glow brighter and brighter. Within moments, her stepmother's dress and the doorframe of the house began to smoke, and soon, both were burning merrily until naught but ashes remained.
Once more, V did as she was bid.
She returned to the witch in the wood and learned all that she could.
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As a kid, I loved this version of the Baba Yaga tale, and now as an adult I love how these stories were the avenues for or my Nanna to pass on examples of small magic and witchcraft.
This is also probably why I've never had an issue with blood based magic when so many other witches do have an issue with it.
I saw you answer an ask about spirit houses and I looked a bit to see if I could find any of your other thoughts on them, but am struggling to find anything recently (there is a very large chance I missed what that ask was in relation to haha). Do you have any other posts/thoughts on them? I'm feeling really drawn to make one and am doing some research on ideas. :)
Hello, nothing too recent:
Building spirit houses and shrines for your household spirits
spirit houses: a container spell for your spirit vessel needs
This last one is quite a bit of theory but I think pretty much outlines my beliefs on the intersection between the acts of sorcery and preparation of a spirit's dwelling.
Spirit Vessel Theory & Practical DIY (Traditional Witchcraft Flavored)
Table of Plenty - A Spell of Providence
Then the wise woman said, “Wipe away thy tears, Two-eyes, and I will tell thee something to stop thee ever suffering from hunger again. Just say to thy goat “Bleat, my little goat, bleat. Cover the table with something to eat!” and then a clean well-spread little table will stand before thee, with the most delicious food upon it of which thou mayst eat as much as thou art inclined for. And when thou hast had enough, and hast no more need of the little table, just say “Bleat, bleat, my little goat, I pray, And take the table quite away. Then it will vanish again from thy sight.” Hereupon the wise woman departed.
- One-Eye, Two-Eyes, and Three-Eyes
Intent: To obtain needed money or provisions.
Materials:
Paper and a writing utensil
A pinch or two of rice
A white candle (a taper or chime candle is best)
Ideal Timing: Waxing or Full Moon
This spell is not meant to bring great wealth or fancy possessions to the caster. It is to be used only to bring yourself or another something that is badly needed, particularly if unfortunate financial circumstances are making paying the bills or buying necessities difficult. It is meant to tide you over until your situation improves, and can be combined with or cast in addition to other money-drawing or prosperity spells where needed. As such, the materials are as simple as possible.
Write what you need on the paper. The list can be as long or as short as you need it to be, but the more specific you are, the better the spell will work. Be sure that you only ask for what you really need. A little excess is fine, in case of something unexpected, but don’t go overboard.
Fold the paper into a small packet with the rice inside and place it in a fire-safe dish. Light the white candle and carefully drip wax onto the packet, turning it until it is completely covered on all sides. (I suggest using tweezers or a pencil to turn the packet so you don’t burn your fingers.)
As you drip the wax onto the packet, chant seven times:
Blesséd rice and words of power, Aid me in my needful hour. Hear my cry, I pray you heed, The help I ask comes not from greed.
Hide the packet away somewhere it won’t be disturbed. If you have a few coins to hide with it in a jar or crock, so much the better.
Once your circumstances have improved and you are once more back on your feet, retrieve the packet and burn it in a fire-safe dish. Recite over the flames:
You gave me help when I had none; You have my thanks, your work is done.
The spell may be repeated as often as you have need.
- From The Sisters Grimmoire: Spells and Charms for Your Happily Ever After, © 2017 Bree NicGarran
(Thought everyone could use a little extra magical help these days. Hope it helps!)
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thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
Attn: Witches that work with Herbs...
Just came across this cool site that has over 100 different vintage inspired botanical illustrations for use with common & botanical names for your herbal grimoires!
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Probably the most beautiful book I’ve read on spirituality. 10/10. I recommend this to anyone who is curious or already involved in spirituality and witchcraft.
uhm this is adorable?
A spread that I think a lot of people need at the minute!
You can purchase a reading using this spread at this store!
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A little while back I said I’d make a Morticia Addams spread. I have delivered… finally. I also call it the Spider spread, good for planning vengeance or teaching an ignorant person a valuable lesson.
This doesn’t encourage physical violence, but verbal sparring (usually to figure out when you should talk to someone about a problem you have with them, clarity for yourself to present your argument, and the prime opportunity/way to get your point across.)
I use it responsibly; what you do with it is your business and none of mine.
-Smogtongue.
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