#cherokee witch

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A NATIVE AMERICAN WITCH

While I am currently doing my own research to find native american blogs to not only follow but also promote, I would also be more than happy to promote any native American practicing witchcraft or even just running their own personal blog that would like to be promoted. I would absolutely love to follow authentic Cherokee, Ojibwe, or any other blogs run by individuals of native american tribes that use their cultures beliefs and practices within their magick. I myself am wanting to learn more about native American culture and I would love to learn from regular people rather than just looking up searches on google and reading about it from there. Anyone who is of native American decent that practices magick will get promoted in a separate post along with any other good sources of authentic native american magick that I can find.

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THE LEGEND OF THE CHEROKEE WITCH -- SPEARFINGER

The legend of Spearfinger is one of the oldest in the Smoky Mountains. Her Cherokee name was U’tlun’ta, which translates to “she had it sharp.” This witch apparently had a spear-like finger on her right hand. She used this finger to cut her victims, and people say her mouth was stained with the blood from livers she ate from her victims. Her skin was made of stone, and she kept her heart in her right hand, which was her only weak spot. The Cherokee came together in a council to figure out how to kill Spearfinger. They dug a pit and filled it with stakes, then set a fire to draw her out. Spearfinger saw the fires and ran to where the men were. Spearfinger was also known for shapeshifting, and she appeared to the men as an old woman asking for help. The men saw through the rouse, and Spearfinger ran towards them but fell in the pit. Her stone skin broke the stakes in the bottom of the pit. The men fired arrows at her, but they did nothing. Birds, mice, and many other creatures came down to try to help kill Spearfinger. A chickadee landed on Spearfinger’s right hand, and she began to tremble, afraid the men had discovered where she hid her heart. The men noticed the chickadee and began aiming for her right hand. An arrow hit her wrist, separating her heart from her body. She sank to the ground, her spearfinger twitching, and then she collapsed into a heap of stone

Some still believe that her old spirit still lives in the Great Smoky Mountains. Wandering throughout the hills looking for her favorite meal.

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~~banjo~~