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Use weirder shit in your spell work. Use your cats shed whiskers for luck and stability, use paperclips and staples for connections and bindings, use the loose feathers from your pillow to represent rest and dreams, use burnt through matches to represent closure and ending things. Do you guys see the vision or nah
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Affirmation Series: good luck
Hello and welcome to this new post! I wanted to share some new affirmations on good luck. I hope you find it useful!
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I am a magnet for good luck and positive opportunities.
Luck is constantly on my side, and I attract favorable outcomes effortlessly.
I am open to receiving unexpected blessings and fortunate events.
My life is filled with serendipitous moments and delightful surprises.
Luck flows abundantly into every area of my life, bringing joy and prosperity.
I trust in the universe's benevolence, knowing that luck is always working in my favor.
I am grateful for the lucky breaks and fortunate circumstances that come my way.
I am a lucky person, and my positive mindset attracts even more luck into my life.
I am deserving of good fortune, and luck aligns with my highest good.
I embrace the power of luck and create my own opportunities through positive actions and beliefs.
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Master post of my tarot spreads
This is the cheat sheet I use when looking through my own blog. It doesnât use the categories my tags use because itâs my blog and I can do what I want.
The (#) is how many cards are in each spread.
Any that begin with âmemeâ is just an indication youâre about to open a meme tarot spread.
I figure I havenât updated in awhile but why not fix up this resource for myself and post it.
The tags listed in my bio still work obviously and anything that isnât mine that I reblogged isnât in this list.
I hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, depression, or a wound that wouldn't close.
âi should take a walk for my mental healthâ boring, tired, i donât even really wanna do it tbh
âi need to check the perimeterâ i need to check the perimeter
Hestia, first and last, sacred goddess of hearth and home
I call upon you to protect the domestic worker - those who do the thankless work of caring for children and cleaning homes. May they be honored and rewarded.
O Hestia protect the migrant - those who leave the familiarity of their own homes and loved ones in search of a better life to support their families. May they be honored and rewarded.
Eternal Hestia may you protect those so often overlooked by society - the dishwashers, cooks, landscapers, nannies, maids, construction workers, and all those whose toil is used to build and maintain homes and society without thanks. May they be honored and rewarded.
Painting is The New American Gothic by Criselda Vasquez
It's so wonderful to me that, as worshippers of the gods, we often express traits of their domains.
Apollo worshippers being a light in the lives of others...
Artemis worshippers valuing life in all forms...
Aphrodite worshippers engaging in random acts of kindness...
Hermes worshippers guiding others who are lost...
Athena worshippers having wisdom beyond their years...
Ares worshippers standing up for what they believe in...
Hephaestus worshippers inventing untrodden paths...
Dionysus worshippers persevering through the madness...
Persephone worshippers being as vibrant as flowers...
Demeter worshippers nourishing others' souls...
Poseidon worshippers riding the waves of life...
Hera worshippers faithfully supporting those they love...
Zeus worshippers assuming the roles of a natural leader...
Haides worshippers holding space for others in their lives...
Hestia worshippers being beacons of warmth and comfort...
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It's beautiful that we, as worshippers express the domains of our deities, even in ways that we aren't fully aware of.
hestia's fire burns ice
Prayer to Hecate of the Crossroads
O Hecate, Keeper of Keys, Guardian of Thresholds, Mother of Midnight and Flame, I stand before You at the crossroads of my soul.
With torch alight, You lead the lost â Guide me now through mist and shadow. With dagger sharp, You sever the false â Cut from me what no longer serves. With key in hand, You unlock the gates â Open the way to my truest path.
Mistress of Magic, Whisper Your secrets into my dreaming mind. Lady of the Dark Moon, Wrap me in Your cloak of unseen stars. Bringer of Change, Shape me anew in the sacred fires of Your blessing.
I honor You, Night-Wanderer, I follow You, Light-Bearer, I trust You, Soul-Weaver.
Bless me with Your fierce mercy, Your deep wisdom, Your untamed grace.
At the crossroads I leave my fears; In Your torchlight, I walk forward whole.
Blessed be, Hecate.
(The animated g9f is by sixofclovers, I apologize for not giving credit)
im having feelings about the uffington white horse again
so essentially thereâs this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and itâs like 3,000 years old.
people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but whatâs interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, weâve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesnât disappear.
weâll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. weâll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.
the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, donât you think?
couldnât agree more weâre best friends now
Late-Stage Capitalism Made Me Turn to Witchcraft (and Honestly, Itâs Working)
America is supposedly the richest country in the world. The land of abundance. Opportunity. Limitless growth.
And yet here I am, on the first of the month, standing in my doorway blowing cinnamon into my house like Iâm auditioning for Wicked: The Recession Edition.
This was not part of the plan.
I did not grow up thinking, One day Iâll cope with structural economic failure through folk magic. And yet, here we are. Because when your bank account is hanging on by a thread, sometimes the only thing you can control is the ritual.
I tie three strands of green string and tuck them into my wallet. Green for money.
Three because⌠honestly, who knows. Tradition? Symmetry? Vibes? At this point, Iâm not asking questions. Iâm just participating.
Tonight, I went grocery shopping with exactly $70. No wiggle room. No âjust in case.â No mysterious savings account waiting in the wings. I watched the total climb while doing mental math like it was an Olympic sport.
$68.
$68.75.
$69.
The final total was $69. Even.
I laughed out loud in the checkout line, which Iâm sure made me look unhinged. But it felt like a tiny miracle. Not because I believe the universe personally intervened at the self-checkout, but because when life feels completely out of control, the smallest alignment feels profound.
Hereâs the thing: I know this isnât ârealâ power. Iâm not confusing cinnamon with policy reform or green string with universal healthcare. I know capitalism is not thwarted by herbs and vibes.
But ritual does something importantâit gives the nervous system a place to land.
Some people turn to organized religion. Some people dissociate. Some people spiral into despair. Me? I light a white candle, blow cinnamon, and pretend for thirty seconds that I have a relationship with abundance that isnât entirely hostile.
And maybe thatâs the saddest part.
Not that Iâve turned to witchcraft, but that in a country this wealthy, so many of us are left managing economic anxiety aloneâtold to âbudget betterâ while rents climb, groceries double, and wages stay frozen in time like a cruel joke.
This isnât about superstition. Itâs about survival.
Pinterest-level witchcraft is just the socially acceptable version of saying: I am doing everything I can to stay sane in a system that is not designed for me to feel secure.
If the ritual helps me breathe, helps me laugh, helps me walk out of a grocery store without crying over $69, then frankly, Iâll keep doing it.
Because until this economy offers stability instead of spiritual gaslighting, Iâll be over hereâstring in my wallet, cinnamon on my floorâmanifesting my way through the capitalist hellscape.
If the Incarnation had been in the year 2025, Mary would have given birth under a highway overpass in a homeless camp after being denied entry into the local church-ran shelter because there was no room for a family 'like hers'. Instead of the Christ Child being delivered by archangels, He is pulled from her by the dirty, freezing fingers of the queer teen kicked out by his parents, the junkie who isn't ready to quit, and the schizophrenic whose family became too tired of her symptoms to take care of her for any longer.
If the Incarnation had been in the year 2025, the angels would have appeared to the minimum-wage employees loitering outside their department stores and fast food restaurants, exhausted, feet aching, despairing at the knowledge that their paycheck won't cover both food and utilities.
"Do not be afraid, for see, I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord!" The angels rumble, louder than the 18 wheelers and construction. "This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in an old hoodie and lying amongst the beer bottles and cigarette butts."
And the workers glance at each other, consider the little change in their pockets and the CEOs who couldn't care less if they froze in their beds because the heat shut off, and begin their walk along the asphalt under the glow of the streetlights.
If the Incarnation had been in the year 2025, Mary and Joseph would have fled from their home in the night, fled from bullets and tear gas and the devils in uniform as state sanctioned genocide ripped their lives to shreds, the wailing little toddler Christ tucked under Mary's chin.
And if the Incarnation had been in the year 2025, the Holy Family would have hid, undocumented and alien, moving across borders and checkpoints, heads down, hearts full of fear and prayer. The Holy Family would sleep in refugee tents amidst camps full of families whose baby sons' bodies had to be left behind, riddled with bullets from guns made by Herod's allies, sold to him under the guise of protecting the peace, when really that just meant protecting his power.
But the Incarnation did not happen in the year 2025. The Christ Child had long since lived, died, and lived again by then. But if He had been born on that frigid night in the December of 2025, under a highway in a homeless camp to a brown mother and father, would you love Him just the same?
Merry Christmas. God bless us all.
The lion does not concern herself with how badly she's butchering Hebrew prayers. She reads the prayers anyways and apologizes to G-d profusely afterwards. (And then reads it again in English.)
I'm struggling.
There once was a shepherd who did not know any prayers, so he would just yell the Hebrew alphabet to God
One day, a rabbi passed by on the way back from shul and overheard the shepherd. He yelled out, "what are you doing?" and the shepherd yelled back, "I'm praying!"
The rabbi was offended by the shepherd's prayer and said, "you're doing it all wrong, why don't you come to shul with me tomorrow so you can see how it's supposed to be done?"
The shepherd agreed and prepared himself to meet the rabbi the next morning
At shul, the shepherd did not know any of the prayers. He did not recognize the tunes and could not read the siddurim, so he stayed quiet the entire time.
The next morning, the shepherd, ashamed that he did not know how to pray correctly, did not pray at all. The next morning and the morning after that, he stayed just as quiet.
Until one day, God yelled down to him, "Why have you stopped praying??"
The shepherd responded, "because I don't know how to pray to you correctly like the rabbis in shul, so I figured it best that I don't try at all"
God said, "Even if you do not know the prayers that the rabbis in shul pray, your prayer is my favorite to hear every morning because you say it with all your heart"
So the moral of the story is, don't beat yourself up about getting it wrong, the most important thing about the blessings and prayers is that you put your heart into it and really mean it.
This was so sweet and comforting to read. Thank you. â¤ď¸
children heed my warning. one day your bodyâs check engine light will come on and demand that you start eating so many vegetables and whole grains. do not ignore it.
I want to explain this a bit more since 'health' and 'biology' are loosely speaking, special interests of mine and also what I went to school for.
People SAY that your health 'suddenly' starts to decline in your 30s but that's not really a good way to put it A) bc that's not really accurate and B) bc it frames this decline as something inherent and unavoidable, which does nothing to convince you that you have some agency about this.
So I'm going to explain this in LOOSE NON-SCIENTIFIC language:
When you are an infant or child, you are actively growing. Nature is throwing tons of new cells into you bc your body needs to BUILD BUILD BUILD. What you're able to do, eat and heal from is all largely dictated by this-- for example little kids often LOVE sweet foods or dairy-like foods and are relatively less interested in anything else. This is bc their body is running on HIGH all the time since building body parts is very energetically intensive. They can eat a fistful of sugarcubes and burn them off in an hour. Ask me how I know.
When you are a YOUNG ADULT you are actually still developing to a secondary extent, but your bones and such are fused and now that development goes into solidifying the structure and also finetuning its reproductive capabilities and features-- these, too, are HIGHLY energy consumptive when they first come online. Nature is STILL, thus, throwing tons of energy and new cells your way hoping you'll do something cool with them. You regenerate very quickly, and recover from harm rapidly-- But please note: swift recovery from harm is not absence of harm. This most relates to the consumption of 'junk food' and alcohol-- many people say they could 'eat whatever they wanted and nothing would happen' when they're in their 20s or that they could go out drinking and 'not be affected'. You were affected. You didn't notice.
Once everything has come online you go into maintenance mode. Nature stops throwing excess cells and energy your way bc you don't need that-- your body is yours and you are now responsible for maintaining it...hopefully with what you learned by experience in your 20s. IF YOU WERE NOT PAYING ATTENTION, you did not learn this, and are in for a surprise in your 30s bc your 'free recovery' subscription has ended. Recovery and maintenance- processes that are constant in the human body- now cost MINERALS & ELECTRICITY. You can go into DEBT now, and that debt will come in the form of joints that pop, inability to recover well, lowered immune function, and feeling like shit.
This debt accrues interest RAPIDLY once you hit 36-- the age of around 36 to 46 or so is a kind of reckoning stage where Nature assesses how well you've managed your body and you will be SWIFTLY downgraded if the result is you were just winging it.
So how do you build this account? 2 main things ( LOOSELY SPEAKING this is so not 100% scientific but I have to be general here): MINERALS -- you get these from eating well, mostly. You might want to take supplements based on your unique needs. But you need Minerals & Vitamins (i'm lumping these two together) bc they are the chemical building blocks (currency) your body uses to rebuild and fix up cells. ELECTRICITY is- again loosely speaking- having the proper chemical voltage throughout your body. This 'voltage' drops when you don't move enough, or when you're dehydrated. The building and repairing process your body wants to do may have the materials (minerals and vitamins) but there's not enough power in the factory, or the AC isn't working and the workers are overheating and can't work well. To fix this, drink lots of water and MOVE AND STRETCH your body. The action within your muscles and bones GENERATES ENERGY and it keeps your cells happy.
So the thing is, it's not that you suddenly find yourself taking damage after 30+. You were taking damage the whole time. You're just kept from really feeling it bc you're young and full of extra juice and given time to figure things out.
But at some point Nature expects you to do that, and you will pay if you don't.
Best to start out giving a shit, even if none of your friends think you're cool, even if you get called a 'health nut' bc you will still be able to frolick at 45, 50, probably so on while everyone who said it was dumb to have 'balanced meals' shares memes about how they wake up feeling like shit every day.
Sidenote don't let our shitty fatphobic society obscure the fact that it's okay to care about what you eat. Counting calories or being preoccupied with physical perfection is a sad way to relate to your body BUT that doesn't mean that paying attention to your diet AT ALL is bad. Baby, bath water, etc.
My goat ranting has been justified for this day.
your 'free recovery' subscription has ended
smh. can't own shit in this economy
Btw, this also goes for things like ergonomics. You may have never needed good sitting posture, or lumbar support, or proper typing technique, or a monitor riser, or good shoe insoles, or... but the thing is, you did, though. You were taking damage the whole time, you were just healing so fast that you didn't notice. Back problems and repetitive strain injuries aren't inevitable in your 30s â but they're pretty inevitable if you go on treating your body as badly as you could get away with treating it in your 20s.
if you ever find yourself thinking âwow I scraped the bottom of the barrel with my energy with that and came out okay!â thatâs the devil talking. you did not come out okay. you borrowed energy from the future. you will repay it if you donât rest and replenish the borrowed energy first.
this one took off quickly - are you guys ok
WIZARD PSA: Chronomancy might be weird and confusing, but one of the few solid rules of the discipline is keep your promises. Time is a library, and you don't want to meet the librarian.
Reblog if you have met the librarian
Not only is having intergenerational friendships literally not creepy, imho it's actually essential. You NEED friends who are older to do things like help you when there's a problem with your taxes, and give you job advice, and relationship advice, and especially if you are part of a marginalized group, and especially if you're part of a marginalized group and don't have contact with a ton of other members of it, you need older friends to show you that there IS a future for you, for people like you, and what it looks like, and the way it doesn't even have to involve turning into your parents
conversely, you need friends who are younger to help introduce you to new ideas. You need friends who are younger to drag you out to try some adventure because they thought it looked cool. You need younger friends to help you fix problems, because they may have faced something similar in the past! You need younger friends to keep you up to date on slang so that you can embarrass your teenage family members by intentionally misusing it.
Cross-generational friendships are not some weird sin. My best friend is nineteen years older than I am - im closer in age to her children than I am to her. She's still my best fucking friend.
having friends who are older than you helps inoculate you against ageism towards older people.
having friends who are younger than you helps inoculate you against ageism towards younger people.
you need to be able to see people of all ages as people you live in a community with, people who are similar to how you once were or will be, people you can learn from and people you can teach.
Additionally, being friends with not-creepy older people can help you recognize when an older person is being creepy to you, because you have examples of how they should be behaving
And this applies in magical communities so much too.
We need connection with our elders to help us make sense of the bullshit around this new wave of the satanic panic,
and the fact that two things can be true at one time (Iâm looking at you Gardner who made things up but they also hold value),
and what itâs like to live as a practitioner of a nonmainstream spirituality long term without the infrastructure that others have.
But also, very much the part about being with non-creepy older people so you can recognize it when someone older is being creepy.
