#witchcraft diary

[solitarywitchinthecity]

welcome ❤

i'm an eclectic witchcraft practitioner. i've been interested in witchcraft since forever, and i've been actively practicing my craft a while, but i'm still at the beginning of my journey. i want to go deeper in spirituality, so i've decided to create this profile and use it as a journal.

[lunar-fortunes]

I bound him. I said, if you ever betray me, if you ever break your promise, then you are bound to me and to this ward, for all of time...

Nine times nine times nine. Nine talismans, nine runes, nine drops of blood. A prayer, a protection, a curse.

Yes, I bound Ink to the ward. And Blood and me, well, we bound ourselves.

And then Ink came to me and said, I don't want to do this anymore, I'm sick of protecting stupid people.

And Blood said, we don't need him, you'll see, it'll be just me and you now.

But it keeps failing, it keeps falling apart, and the spirits say that Ink is still bound to it, but without him carrying his nine runes, there's nothing I can do but watch it fail, again and again and again.

Nine times nine times nine times nine. Nine runes, nine drops of blood, nine talismans. Blood, ink and shadow. A protection. A blessing. And a curse...

[gender-v-o-i-d-blog]

Hey!  I haven’t posted much recently because depression hit me like a metric ton of bricks BUT I’M BACK YEAH.

I’ve dedicated November to Hermes because I’m doing so much shit that falls under his sphere of influence right now, including but not limited to NaNoWriMo!

Does anyone want to read what I’ve got going?  Y/N?

[gender-v-o-i-d-blog]

Giving speeches to Hermes like

[gender-v-o-i-d-blog]

I sat my ass down and cleaned so much shit today.

Like, smoke-cleansed my room with sage (damn near set off the smoke alarm), cleaned all the trash off my floor, did my laundry AND washed my bedspread.

And then cleansed like 5/8ths of all my fucking rocks. Fucking Christ why do I have so many goddamn rocks.

[gender-v-o-i-d-blog]

Hello yes this is a callout post for Hermes who kept me up until 3am on a school night so he could tell me to learn Greek and Elvish.

[gender-v-o-i-d-blog]

So I don’t have nightmares.

It’s weird, I have dreams that ABSOLUTELY SHOULD qualify for nightmares, but the element of fear just doesn’t exist in them.  Take the one I had last night for example:

I’m somewhere with my brother and sister, a game or a challenge, and it’s something we’ve done before.  It’s like a combination of irl D&D and The Hunger Games with bizarre mobs trying to kill us and other players armed with found weaponry also trying to kill us.  I’m the leader, we have to solve puzzles to win or leave, and while the situation is incredibly high-pressure I’m not scared at all.

At some point in a lava/volcano dungeon zone, we’re doing really well against an onslaught of enemies (not sure about my sister and brother, but I’m playing it stealthy and have 6-ish headshots on enemies.  Also, my killcount is pretty damn high.  It seems I’m good at this).  We get ambushed by another pair of players--one with an electric drill and the other with a chainsaw (I think, they were behind me for most of the altercation so I couldn’t tell).  I’m caught, my siblings run off at my request, there’s the sound of the electric drill and a stabbing, burning pain in my leg.

Then I wake up.

That should by all means be a fucking horrifying dream, but there was no fear in there at all.  I remember the major player emotions being mother-bear-esque protectiveness and dead-serious focus.

I don’t know, maybe I’ve fucked up my fear response with too much Creepypasta, but I haven’t had a dream I was scared awake from in 8 years and I’m starting to think I’ve literally modified my fight/flight response through internal characterization of myself.

If that is the case, then this subject needs more study.

EDIT: Also, if you were wondering about the two assholes at the end of the dream there, I get the distinct feeling they fuckin died.

[gender-v-o-i-d-blog]

I demand to know why there aren’t more devotional road-trip music playlists to Hermes.

This is ridiculous.