So, I did a Binding that acts as a Blessing and a Curse
So, last weekend some nosey parkers decided to leave a note on my parked car:
And I’ll admit, it got me a little hot blooded. how dare someone come into my domain and spout this anti-choice--
anti-freedom of religion foolishness? So once I had had my chance to get mad, I decided it was time to get even.
Here are the components of my Binding of Sterility:
-The Taglock (in this case, the “Mommy I LOVE you!” paper)
-One (1) Cauldron of Iron
-One (1) white candle
-One or more (1+) red tea candle (not pictured)
-Red Chordage that easily cuts and burns (I used hemp)
-A chunk of galena (remember to use gloves when handling lead-based gemstones!)
-Eggshells, thoroughly washed of any life-nourishing yolk or egg whites
-1/3rd of a cup of pomegranate or cranberry juice (I used a mix of both)
-1/3rd a cup of moon water (not pictured)
-1/3rd of a cup of pond or puddle water (not pictured-- the additional liquids and boiler elements were very last minute ideas)
-Cursing Sand (a mixture of colored sands, hot spices and other fun pungent powders)
-A Pair of Scissors or a knife (optional)
Now you may be thinking “Gosh, isn’t infertility kind of a heavy punishment for leaving a piss-ant piece of paper in your door handle?” I don’t think so: they were trying to force their lame hetero-normative pro-Jesus life-script down my throat, so why don’t I force my child-free life choice onto them using some of that demon-magic they were condemning, eh?
A little taste of their own medicine.
1. I wrote my intent all over the paper: “All who have ever touched this piece of paper shall find their bloodlines end with them. they shall become infertile and any children they have already had shall also end their lives without bearing children.” If you’re really not down to a life without babies, you can reword this as “all who created this piece of paper” but I feel the binding is less likely to backfire on me if I include myself as an intended target. I’m not sad about it, really!
If you want, you can use a variety of pens and fonts to evoke various deities that may be willing to lend their power to the binding. I advise caution with petitioning the help of fertility gods and goddesses specifically, but
2. I then wound the red cordage around the letter, just tight enough to hold it shut in a folded form but not so tight that I couldn’t open it a little bit. Tie it off, and verbally bind the fates of all who have touched the paper to the symbolic rites the paper will shortly undergo. Save a scrap of the red cordage to sever later.
3. Add your liquids to the cauldron and get the tea candle cooking underneath. This will represent our womb: overcooked, destined to bleed every month, devoid of life and utterly stagnant. If the liquids aren’t heating fast enough for your tastes, put a second or even third tea candle under. I was ready to go when the contents of the cauldron were to blood temperature, but you can wait until it reaches a simmer or slow boil if you wish.
4. Start saying your rites around sunset, so the sun can set on the families of the affected parties. Make them similar to the intents you wrote in Step 1, but be sure to mold them to fit the following steps:
5. Dust the eggshells in the cursing sand and smash them with the chunk of galena, until a chunky powder forms. Pour this mixture into and over the tag-lock and set the note over the still-heating cauldron.
6. Sever the extra red cordage over the cauldron into two distinct pieces. This can be done with a bladed implement or with whatever you used to light the candles. When the string snaps, tuck one end into the note and drop the other end right into the bubbling brew before.
7. Light the edges of the taglock on fire using the white candle. Don’t worry about burning it all the way away, just getting the edges holding up lit and the cordage to burn apart like the spare string representing the bloodline.
8. Close out the ritual sometime before or as the paper burns enough to fall into the hot stew of fluids. You’ll want to thanks all Gods and spirits you have evoked for this ritual.
9. Seal the remains of everything in the cauldron inn a clean container once it has cooled off enough to transfer it. Place the jar somewhere where it will not be disturbed for a long time.
So yeah, as a tldr: if you’re some kind of Tumblr-using baptist fundie passing out flyers in the Beaverton-Vose neighborhood of the greater Portland metro zone about how abortion must be banned, queer people need to be put to death, and how even Catholics and Mormons are an anti-jesus cultists then guess what?
This witch just took your breeding privileges away
