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insist on your cup of stars
linocut print on vintage machine-embroidered handkerchief
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The Stabbed Wafer - Sigil
For the one who wishes to silence a chattering magpie who delights in gossip, with just the right flavor of payback, a seal is known.
Example of uses :
To bind
Write the name of your target at the back of the sigil nine times. Fold it in nine, then stab the mocking bird with a coffin nail, thus effectively binding the wafer (or so it seems) they have for a tongue. Anoint the curio with your favorite crossing oil, and burn everything to the ground. Scatter the ashes where you know your target will eventually need to step upon them - this is essential.
To punish
Again, write the name of your target and fold the paper nine times. Slit open a mammal tongue from the butcher, roll the piece of paper and shove it inside. Seal it back with pins, then make it all roast and burn, watching the meat twist and curl above your fire. Keep the ashes in a jar near you and regularly shake it. This shall bite back the target and cause them pain and suffering each time they speak ill of you. Scatter the ashes to a crossroad or throw them in running water when you think they learned their lesson.
Alternative : either stick or hang the tongue to a thorny tree, and watch it decaying as does your target’s health.
To ruin
Again, write the name of the target and fold the paper nine times, then pierce it with a nail. Put the curio in a jar, spit on it to infuse your own venom, and cover it in urine. Place on top of the jar a black hex-candle dressed in your favorite crossing oil and work your jar for nine consecutive days. At the end of this period of time, it is expected your target should no longer be a problem of yours. As they expected their gossip to ruin your life, so shall they ruin theirs instead.
Also great paired with any mirror spell to reflect back the bad deeds, and/or with any vengeful incantations.
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Datura Harvest Curse
We set aside that which is good, for neither pious nor piety are understood. When in the early hours of the night, we gather those seed which in our eyes burn bright.
Six and ten the final score does make, of seed pods not too hard to break. That night’s veil will open upon the shore, of even the edge of death’s subtle door.
So in our humble earthen pot, we gather together that dark seed rot. From which our journeys will encounter, a devil to ride us, that old mounter.
The mother’s root we hold in our hand, before we stand on crooked land. And speak these words of even fate, that those who cross us have come too late.
“A seed for joy that ever withers, A seed for love that ends in smithers. A seed for she who rides the sky, A seed for he who speaks truth’s lie.”
In our palm we deftly clasp, an iron spike to take to task. And draw upon the road under foot, that circle of he whose eyes are soot.
The bitter seed of this old friend, does give and take the life within. For just before we reach death’s door, we find that long forgotten shore.
Could we but look at tomorrow’s dawn, and know that darkness carries on. The spirit takes us to our sabbat, that we may partake of the devils habit.
Soon enough we will return, From whence our ribaldries we should learn. To speak in the cursed devil’s tongue, and sing those songs best left unsung.
“A seed for joy that ever withers, A seed for love that ends in smithers. A seed for she who rides the sky, A seed for he who speaks truth’s lie.”
From Wormwood’s “Gramarye of Profanities, Vulgarities, & Diverse Blasphemies” available from Alkahest Press.
A “spell”, by Antonin Artaud.
“Spells” are a collection of letters / incantations / drawings that Artaud sent to friends and strangers. He treats the paper as a penitent might flay their body: scars, lacerations, lesions, punctures, and violence.
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