Inside Out

[whichchanwitch]

Dumb Question About Salt...

I made ashes today, just from an off impulse. I always save the matches from lightning candles and ashes from the incense I burn. I burned off the rest of it. I mixed the ash with a mortar and pestle.

I’d like to add herbs, plant some intentions and maybe use some in my herb garden.

I also read about planting stones, have you tried any of this? Do you make ashes? What do you use to make them? And how do you use them?

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SAGITTARIUS - AUGUST ♐🔥 Angel number 222, there are two sides to this co...

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CANCER - AUGUST ♋🌊 - Turning your back on a situation - Law of Attraction

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Beautifying carcasses with science.

These would be beautiful to add to an alter.

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This right here.

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Clairsentient

I’ve been feeling other people’s emotions for as long as I can remember. As an empath, it’s easy to slip into the habit of trying to please other people.

As a girl, my mother suffered from polio and had a hard time keeping her balance. She would fall often, at home and in public.

There were times when I would walk beside her and hold her hand. Not because I needed to, but because I was worried she would fall. Sometimes I would move to stand at the bottom of the steps as she was walking down. I would feel a strong and inexplicable impression that if I didn’t stand there she was going to fall.

I never understand that it wasn’t my fear that I was feeling, but her fear that I was picking up on.

Through spending time in meditation and understanding my own emotions, it has gotten much easier to separate my feelings from those that I am picking up. Although I haven’t gotten the hang of managing it altogether, I have noticed I’m more sensitive when I’m not in a good mood.

Before I started to understand this I did spend some time on cord cutting, fluffing my aura, and white light meditations.

I do think the initial clearing helped to define separate the lines between my feelings and the emotions of others. I also sage regularly, cleanse my space, and do protective grid work with black tourmaline.

You can see some of my designs and the stones I use for my grids on Instagram @seechanwrite

I hope to explore clairsentient more deliberately over the coming months.

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And It Harm None...

My life was very different, before I made my first alter. Most of the pieces I have on it, have come to me through the years. A carved wooden box for one of my tarot card decks, a brass bowl, crystals, a carved wooden figure (I call him my witch doctor).

A few have belonged to my sister when she was little and I was connected to them in the way I wanted to be connected to her. A thimble sized glass bottle, a wooden cup.

I’ve added to the collection over the years, but it still isn’t complete. I’ve been reading Raymond Bucklands book, but some of the rituals don’t feel right to me. I’m not saying I’ll never try them, rather, I’m not there yet. I don’t know what other witches do outside of books.

I was raised in a religious household, my mother thinks I’m evil just because I’ve been meditating for years.

I realize that I’ve probably amalgamated what most people think of a witchcraft, not out of disrespect, but with the utmost respect.

“And it harm none, do what thou wilt.”

So I’ve taken all the pieces of “new age” beliefs, law of attraction, meditation, crystal work, tarot and all the other arts that feel good to me and I combine them into rituals that feel good to me.

I study and learn and gradually build into my practice, because that’s what works for me. Maybe my approach isn’t for everyone, but it brings me peace.

In some ways, I think everyone dabbles in magic, weather they know it or not. People find their calm cooking, gardening, reading and writing. Those are just a few, but the intention of finding a calm headspace, the intention to bring love and joy to others or the intention to be creative is all there.

No, there intention is not always the same as ours, they do not practice from a place of awareness, but they dabble.

I believe there is enough for everyone. Do what thou wilt.

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My Introduction to the Occult

I’ve always been fascinated by the occult arts, from the stories my grandmother told me, to the Bible stories my parents tried to use to warn me away from them. I always wanted to know more. I started exploring magic through: reading fiction, playing games, watching movies, and writing/researching for my own stories.

When I was a little girl, I wasn’t very close to my grandmother. I was scared of her, and I think she was scared of me. She didn’t have a hooked nose or any of the other misnomers often used to represent witches, but I still think she was one.

Her sight was in dreams. She would have the strangest dreams. The next morning, she would tell us about them and finish up with, I wonder how my friend is doing. A name. At some point, the phone would ring and it would be news that someone had died.

No one really talked about what that was. In the Caribbean Islands, where my family is from, it’s common enough, voodoo and things of that nature.

My grandmother was very particular, she kept her house immaculate, cooked fabulous meals and gardened. She always took her shoes of by the front door and never let her grandchildren in her room.

When my grandmothers best friend came to visit, she showed us how to connect, one very young, one old. I’ll always be grateful to auntie Dorial for the bond she fostered between my grandmother and I. She showed me where to sit, on the bed near my grandmother, and how to wind the spools of thread and yarn. That was when grandma began to tell stories.

At first, she tried to frighten me, but I was curious and I pressed her to tell me more. Sometimes, I wonder if it was hard for her to be a pastors wife, because she never really seemed to be able to tell the whole story, but this is the closest she came.

She told a story of a man waiting on a street corner with an umbrella and a woman walking down the street to meet him. When she reached him, she linked her arm with his and they floated up in the air together and disappeared into the clouds.

That was my favorite story.

It’s short, but full of wonder in the mind of a child.

When my grandma passed away just before my twenty-third birthday I felt distinctly unprepared to live in a world without her. Her funeral was to be on my birthday and I was going through a divorce. I cried and talked to her, I told her I wasn’t ready to do this alone.

I was surprised on the day of her funeral, when my aunt who is so much like my grandma, brought out my grandmothers black wool pea coat and suggested I wear it. It was an east coast mid October day, with rain and a chance for snow, but I was warm and comforted.

Since then, I’ve known grandma was one of my guides, and every year, she tells me that she has my back by reminding me to wear something of hers. I know she wants me to remember: that I’m worthy, that the knowing is in my blood and that I am never alone.