Black Venus , Margaret Taylor Burroughs, 1957
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Black Venus , Margaret Taylor Burroughs, 1957
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A lesbian party from 1990- 2000, founded by two women of color
Everlasting | Pride | 1996
Frontispiece. Witches Still Live; a study of the Black Art today Theda Kenyon Illus. by Siegel New York: Ives Washburn, Publisher, 1929.
The Ritual of House and Heart
For witches who move, rebuild, and are never truly unguarded.
1. Light the candle.
Black, blood-red, or bone-white - doesn’t matter.
The flame knows what you are.
2. (Optional, but we all love a tangible token):
Place something near the flame that belongs at your door:
a decorative key, a stone, a pinch of soil.
Put it where the fire can see it.
3. Speak the following spell.
Edit as needed. Slow your voice. Say it like you mean it.
You do.
“To the earth below and the wind above, know this:
I ask no permission. This place bends to me.
No envy, no curse, no whisper of malice
shall cross this threshold and remain whole.
I - or we, as it fits - and my loyal ones (seen or unseen, demons or not)
hold the rings. Seal the cracks.
As we move, as we build, as we become,
nothing may follow that seeks to harm.
We carry the hearth. We carry the pact.
We carry the knives, if needed.”
4. Blow gently over the flame. Let it flicker, not fail.
Then whisper:
“So it is. So it watches. So it holds.”
5. Let the candle burn down in one sitting if you can.
If you're disturbed, pick it back up later, the spell doesn’t break.
Your spirits will wait, return, or be called again.
6. Leave your token at the main door until everything’s settled.
Repeat as needed, especially if something dares knock.
Yours, The House That Writes Pact Diaries.
Victor Jay - Devil Soul - Belmont Tower - 1972
I need to get this off my chest right quick.
As I was scrolling on tiktok last night (June 25th), I came across a video of a popular content creator I follow and it was breaking down the cause of Michael's death and who was truly at fault.
Needless to say, I was intrigued and after watching the video I found out the creator had uploaded a longer, more in depth video on YouTube, so off I went.
The info I learned wasn't all that shocking and connected dots in a very clear prospect. Cause at the end of the day, Michael was still a black man with influential power in the music game. I didn't know he'd bought an entire catalog of music that was worth a BEACOUP amounts of money and Sony wanted to push him out cause of that.
I can't even fathom being at the level of fame that Michael was and going through all he was subjected to and not knowing a moment of peace. It's really heart breaking when you think of how quickly folk turned on him.
Can you imagine how lonely he must've felt and all he wanted to do was live life? Michael was the definition of whimsical and I just know that man was HILARIOUS, had to be lol if the BTS footage, home videos and uncut scenes were accurate.
He's truly missed and still appreciated to this day, but just further goes without saying how we gotta give our black musicians, actors, and creatives their flowers while they still living to receive them. Cause if we not gone support & protect each other, then who will?