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Go In Peace Spell

This is a spell I designed to aid in the peaceful passing of a loved one. Reserve this for what you expect will be their final hours or days. May this spell provide them with extra comfort, peace, and love.

What You’ll Need:

A white candle

Grief support oil (I’m using Lunar Leo’s Tears to Shed), for love, release, and support

Salt, for protection

Chamomile, for comfort

Lavender, for peace

What You’ll Do:

Inscribe the dying’s name on the candle or preferred identifier. Draw symbols for peace and love. Anoint with your grief oil

Place your candle in the center of a salt circle, to protect yourself and your working.

Surround the candle with chamomile and lavender, inside the salt circle.

Light the candle and pray for this person’s peace and comfort as they pass. Pray the light may guide them. Say any last words you’d like for them to hear from you.

Finish the spell by anointing yourself with your grief support oil, and singing a song of comfort. I chose “Let It Be.”

Let the candle burn down, or at least for fifteen minutes. Then burn on consecutive days to continue to aid in their peaceful transition.

May you and your loved one both find peace 🕯️

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there is an alternate universe version of your parent whose key developmental stages were safeguarded and nurtured by a network of emotionally regulated people and allowing yourself to feel genuine grief for what could have been if so many variables had been in place will open doors I can’t begin to describe to you

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Witchcraft for the grieving

To anyone who needs this post, I am sending gentle and loving energy your way. Know that grief is meant to hurt, and with time it WILL get easier (but may not go away, and that’s okay). Please utilize this post only as a supplement, and talk to a therapist or loved ones if you need to.

Spells/Rituals:

Grief powder

Sage drops spell

Jar of grief spell

Honoring the dead

Grief vessel

Ritual of grief

A remembrance spell

Hug-in-a-mug grief spell

A spell for grief and moving on

A spell for passing and mourning

“Grief seed” pop culture spell

Sigils:

Grief over death is easier for me and effects me less

My grief does not control me

I grieve in peace

Memorial requiem

Rest in power / rest in paradise / rest in love

Loss of pets:

Animal release spell

Pet farewell ritual

Pet funerary spell

Other:

Tarot spread to ease grief

Norse spells/prayers for grief and death

Crystals in death magic (includes some for grief)

Crystals for PTSD (includes some for grief)

Taking Care by Callista Buchen (poem)

Helpful posts:

Good practices for grieving witches

Masterpost for overcoming heartbreak

Rejuvenating witchcraft

Magic to replenish energy

Recommended tags to utilize when you’re ready:

#Moving on spell + #Moving forward spell + #Letting go spell

#Mental health sigils + #Mental health spell

#Self love magic + #Self care magic

#Release spell

Witchcraft is to be used in addition to proper medical care, treatment and medication, not as a sole alternative.

Links updated March of 2026, please check the original post for updates and inform me of broken links via askbox!

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i gather verdant wild armful of solitude treesong infinite as cold carrying it carrying me (carried together?) the soft breath of spring lingering gray and green (colored together)

the nurse missed my vein the first two tries i clung to headphones borrowed from the clinic (mine broke) i have a nervous system i am a nervous system (mine broke)

whether wither or wander, sky bursts forth with echo-deep mist and cloudgazing birds (we are one we are nine.) sparrows pigeons rust on the gate home (stolen ground)

grief like old anger, welling warm wet a murmur on my hair indoors from the fog (an apology) the subway, late again the air, smog and illness (a reckoning)

this too is beautiful but does not need be what would it look like to not be presentable? (an ocean, a cave) sweaty, disheveled this bed like a forest (i grow wings and fly off)

(i go mad.)

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The practice of grief-induced vigilance panic is not so easily dismissed. I was telling Kent the other day that I feel like part of me has been crushed, my identity obliterated, meaning withdrawn, and yet here I am, reading manuscripts and writing fiction again and making dinner plans and enjoying a glass of lemonade. I feel like I’m being massaged in directions I don’t understand by hands I don’t trust. And I’m made restless by my vigilance addiction, trying to find something to worry about, like some kind of weird Pavlovian woman who has become addicted to the “what’s next and how bad will it be?” Ring a bell and I’m ready with a list of everything that could go wrong, and how I’ve failed, all the while knowing that worry is useless and that part of the failure is this self-pitying insistence on making up stories about how I’ve failed. I’m turning myself in benign, indulgent emotional tornados. Oh, C.S. Lewis, if I make up a new Narnia (you can choose the trees and the animals), could we meet briefly in that afterlife where you could write a follow-up to A Grief Observed? I even have a title for you: A Grief Understood, Unwound, Unraveled, Obliterated, Fucked Over Completely. Somebody, anybody, do some magic, make it better.

Grief Magic: Emily Rapp

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My head was a balloon, a bomb, a gun, and at night my body expanded like a raft but had nowhere to go. I understood that love is fragile, but I had nowhere to house this information.

Grief Magic by Emily Rapp

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I miss him every morning. When will that stop? Will I miss the missing when it stops, if it does? Will I continue to back myself into illogical corners? And also, what about grief could possibly make any sense? And it it defies logic, then how do you use logic to defy it? Can someone please slap some sense into grief, and also into me? I don't have time for you, grief, but here you are with your vagabond, thief-stained hands. You don't appear to belong in my new life, a life of creativity and travel, of good food and good love. My nervous system appears to be wired to a constant state of vibrating, nonstop vigilance. What gives? Grief, get your hands off me, please.

Emily Rapp

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I feel, in a word, kind of ruined. Or revisited by some nasty, pre-teen, hypersensitive, overly self-conscious, catty mean girl bitch version of myself. She’s deeply unpleasant, this one, and truthfully, I never liked her when she was around the first time, wreaking her uniquely pre-pubescent havoc: slamming doors, berating herself, refusing to eat, and asking herself (and sometimes others, although not as often) annoying questions like, “Do you love me? Am I cute enough? Am I smart enough?” Nobody likes this girl; she’s the pariah of the lunchroom, the playground, the prom, and the person (me) to which she has become, it seems, reattached, although I thought she had been disposed of and her body buried where only I could find it.

Emily Rapp's The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Grief Magic

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