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[magickbear1]

[wanderinglostpuppet]

I thought I made a post about this yesterday but I didn’t soo

I planted some Cosmos!! They’re (apparently) super good for bees. Unfortunately they’re supposed to be planted right after the last thaw, and I planted them June 1st..

They’re really low maintenance because they can grow in bad soil and don’t typically need watering, as long as there isn’t a drought.

They need a lot of sunlight though and should be planted about 1/4in into the soil, and 12-15in away from each other. They typically grow 12-15in tall and can be a variety of colors: White, pink, orange, yellow, and scarlet.

[malarkythegod-blog]

Star signs for variety 🌵🌹🍳 ~M 👁️ AESTHETIC YET~🦄💐🍃 #wiccen #herbs #astrology #horoscope #horoscopes #aesthetic #leo #aquarius #virgo #saggitarius #gemini #capricorn #match #starsign #malarkyofficial #pagen #witches #thisisamerica #relationshipgoals #yeet

[samespidey]

Hey Guys!

So I have a paper for English about routines and rituals--I have to observe a routine/ritual of a certain thing/person and then interview the one who performed it to see why those routines or rituals are important. I was hoping to shed some light on lesser known religions/faiths/worships/etc. that can a negative connotation to them from people who are ignorant about them and hopefully bring them into a more positive light. So, if anyone who practices satanism, wicca or witchcraft, or something like that please send me a message if you’re interested!! I would really super appreciate it. Even if you’re not sure and want more information on what I’d need to do please just hit me up!!!

[yourmagiclayswithin]

Super Moon T’Night!!! 🌕 💖 💖

So. Are Ya’ll Wiccens 😗 feeling the effects of tonight’s Super Moon?? Cuz I certainly am 😻 😍 😻  I’ve been taking ekstra good care of myself and I’m feeling SUPER about myself too ✌ ✌ ✌ Hope Ya’all are feeling just as Witchy as I am tonight!!!! ✨✨✨✨

[saliva-plait]

[sunflowered-kisses]

I have a bit of an obsession.

[lordodran]

Midnight Rave

“Welcome to my home. The Name’s Jeff but you can call me Nardo. Through the many years of my life I’ve accumulated many special memories. One of these memories deals with Wiccans.

Witches and warlocks, old names given to those special users of magic, have popped up all over our literary history. We’ve all heard the tales that have accumulated over the centuries. Some are of course true, but like all things that are true tales spring up that cloud the true nature of these people. It is true that they believe in magic, but the magic of nature in all its forms. I have been fortunate to have known a true Wiccan.

Kim was her name, an out of the ordinary woman who was a candle flame to the darkness around her. I can remember are first date like it was yesterday. The Funny thing about it, at least to me, was that she had asked me out, and I had no idea she even knew I existed. I wasn’t that popular in those days, but she asked anyway. One of the hottest girls in school had asked me out on a date. How cool was that?

My story begins two years ago. It was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, during which the Wiccans have a big party to celebrate the solstice. This year they had raised enough money to rent a part of Valley Forge Park for the party. At this time I was ignorant to the truth, all I knew of the Wiccans was that Kim my new girlfriend was one of them. Kim’s beauty and grace was intoxicating with her long red hair, and eyes that sparkled green like emeralds that if you weren’t careful could suck you in and never let go. That was how she talked me into accompanying her to the Party or Rave as it was called. I picked her up at her house at seven o’clock she looked like well to be honest like a white witch, she had on a white gothic style gown with white spider nets covering her arms. Strangle enough she wore leather sandals, yet some how it all fit together in a stunning outfit.

Compared to her I dressed like a bum in my favorite of black shorts, black T-shirt and my usual black sneakers. When we got to the Rave grounds at the top of a tree less hill my expectations and assumptions were shattered. A bon-fire was being set up in the center of a large ring made up of flowers of every shape and size. It was like a rainbow circling the fire pit.

Kim introduced me to Morgan the head of her Wiccan Coven. She was an Irish American who moved here when she was eighteen, like Kim her hair was red, yet it was more like fire redder then red. Morgan wore a V-neck black silk shirt, blue jeans and black boots. At these meetings of the Coven there is no dress code, each member wore what ever they were most comfortable in. Looking around most of the people dressed like normal every day people not like Witches and warlocks of legends.

When the entire coven arrived the rave began starting with a lot of announcements and chanting really boring in my opinion, though I would never tell Kim that. Finally once that was over, around midnight, the dancing and singing began and what a time I had. There were games of all sorts; the most exciting in my book was the jumping of the fire where the Coven took turns jumping the bon-fire. The rave ended with a feast no meat since the Coven had rules about the killing of animals, even so I still can taste the apple pies, and the pasta it was to die for. All in all that night was the best night of my life.