Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel by Julian K. Jarbor

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Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel by Julian K. Jarbor
From the Shroom Liberation Front’s “Radical Mycology” zine. Drawings by Kit Scates Barnhart.
Irish Cursive Handwriting, nualeargais.ie
dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.
As a chronically ill person, Hel’s visage has helped remind me over the years that there is beauty in death and decay. Even her mythology reminds me that there is honor for those that battle with their minds and their bodies rather than in wars. There is blood here, there is sorrow here, there are physical wounds and permanent scars. Illness isn’t something to be ashamed of, whether physical or mental. It has its place and you have value despite it. I could and have painted her grotesquely, but most of the time she is a gentle warmth with an otherworldly remembrance of death and peace. And sometimes, she reminds us that life is still here and thriving despite the rot.
Piece now available, 180 + 0 📦
Death’s Head Divination
I FINALLY KNOW WHAT THIS DECOR IS CALLED, IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YEARS : WHIMSIGOTHIC.
That 90s celestial, gothic decor???
Give it to me right now
...Who knew. :)
🍂Autumn Memories 🍂 gifs (edits) made by me :)
Moon dressed like Saturn ll Francisco Sojuel l Guatemala
She’s cosplaying
...That’s us. :)
Things that need to die in the Pagan spheres:
That horrible “accusing a Pagan of worshiping Satan” graphic
That horrible “shamanic view of mental illness” article
“Christians stole [insert random holiday here!!”
“Smudging”
“Smudging”
“Smudging”
“Smudging”
“Smudging”
-“spirit animal” -“g*ps*” style
“All witches must follow the Threefold Rule!”
“All witchcraft = Wicca / Wicca is the only TRUE witchcraft!!”
“There’s no such thing as Christian witches!”
“OMG TEH BURNING TYMEZ KILLED MILLIONS”
“Real Witches Don’t Curse!”
Applying Maiden-Mother-Crone to every goddess with more than one aspect
All that antisemitism
White magic and black magic.
The Morrigan
There once was a time before man ruled A veiled one made of mountains Born, a guardian of wisdom and in the plenty years In her triple goddess form of fury, frenzy and rage Haunted as a crow flying over the battlefield Washing the armor of the ones about to die.
Many centuries passed, the people forgot The time of the land, the simple furloughing and sowing The importance of cows, the making of bread Songs around camp-fires withered away She who slumbers, has on guard, the beast With 100 eyes who whispers links to her sisters.
Many sit placid, numbed to the world around them Sick to the stomach starving for a beauty fixation. Too exhausted to rear their heads against the new religion Who stripped them bare of their feminine power-and the bird shadows Of her different shapes gather fluttering slap of wings Dancing over the cut-throat floods of lies.
We see her in the women who stand tall and strong In the womyn who dare to speak to the “rule of the father” In the womyn to take to the streets In the womyn who wrote poetry In the womyn who dance In the womyn to say No. In the women who have not forgotten. In the end, the earth will vomit forth pits of snakes Venomous revenge for the mummified centuries Of punishing the ones who give birth to us all- From the hills far away Sometimes you can hear her name In the call of a blind owl- and know she is sleeping In her tomb of incarnation Somewhere under ground-tucked away with her silver blade Ready for the turning of yesterday into today.
Celtic Goddesses Collection
Dôn (Welsh) / Danu (Irish) – is the Celtic mother goddess and ruler of the heavens, air, sea and the moon. She represents the traditional Welsh name for Cassiopeia. She is all aspects of the triple goddess, maiden, mother and crone. She was also a ruler of the otherworld where the entrances were always in the burial mounds of the sidhe. In Welsh mythology, she is the mother of Arianrhod. In Irish mythology, she is the queen of the Tuatha Dé Danann (the children of the Don (light) battle the children of Lyr (darkness)). In later folkore, she took on the role of the Fairy Queen.
Frasco da Noite — Janaina Medeiros “The witch keeps a piece of the Night in a crystal pot.”
Asked my deck:
What can you tell me about my relationship with my dad?
And it tossed me a freaking book, midshuffle.
By the way this deck is the believe in your own magic oracle deck written by @amandalovelace with artwork by @janainaart
Emily Dickinson, To March
ive been trying to listen for calling from a deity, spirit guide, ancestor, anyone who might be calling me, for a long time now.
my creator has asked me to listen, telling me that my spirituality and faith will grow with me and that I'm not alone, i have help. but I've really struggled to see it, to connect, and to stay focused.
a friend of mine recently connected with Hecate and her eyes were so opened to things in her past that showed her that Hecate was always with her. i felt quite a bit of envy, i think, and some self-disgust that i still felt so stuck, lost, and alone on my spiritual journey.
this morning, though, i sort of leaned into it. and I'm not saying i know what I'm supposed to do, but i think i know who I'm supposed to work with: Brigid.
in therapy, I'm also doing parts work with my internal family systems. the closer i get to accessing and embodying my whole self, the more i realize Brigid's presence in my life. Also the more goofy i feel for not seeing her earlier.
I am literally pursuing midwifery.
I have a background in husbandry.
my spiritual engagement usually takes form around fire magic.
imbolc is the season I'm most drawn to celebrate.
there's a lot more little details but the gist is, she's there for me. i just need to figure out how to honor her for that and how to be open to her. i gotta listen to find out what role she wants to play in my life.
anyone have anything to share about working with Brigid? I'm all ears.
Brigid is the rising Sun, and Brigid is the cool wind of spring.
Brigid is the aroma of flowers, and Brigid is beautiful meadows.
Brigid is the warmth in your food, and Brigid is the coziness of your favourite sweater.
Brigid is your love for your pet dog, and Brigid is your understanding for your loved ones.
Brigid is the beauty of night sky filled with twinkling stars, and Brigid is the golden colour of the west when the Sun sets.
Brigid is your love for baking, and Brigid is your love for Origami.
Brigid is the Azure of sky, and Brigid is the coolness of water quenching our thirst.
Brigid is the garden, Brigid is the gardener, Brigid is the flower in it .
Brigid is the candle, Brigid is the flame, and Brigid is the surety of hands lighting the candle.
Brigid is in everything, and Brigid is everywhere.