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southern witchcraft is

watching flour fall like lazy snowflakes in your grandmother’s kitchen. her weathered hands are kneading dough and your aunts are telling stories about weddings from twenty years ago.  it smells like cinnamon and wine. their cackles could ignite a fire.

hiding under honeysuckle and trying to stay out of the noontime sun.  the grass is burnt to a crisp and you are sucking sugar from the petals.  the air is so hot that it suffocates you.  it tastes like the salt of your skin.

digging through trunks in the attic and finding delicate lace from a time long gone.  old records that wail the voices of our past – church hymns and stories of the devil.  your shirt wears the perfume of history when you descend with old, sepia-stained pictures in hand.  it’s you asking your papaw to tell you about the war.

barefoot walks down to the water, mud clinging to your clothes for dear life.  mosquito bites and their scabs are worn as proudly as dirt on your nose.  it’s lifting palmfuls of water to the sky; it’s the freedom of a thunderstorm.

trips to crumbling cemeteries where even the gravestones don’t remember their names.  heat lightning blooms above you in rolling clouds.  distant brontide, carrying the voices of the past and making the little hairs stand up at the back of your neck.  it’s picking the weeds and saying hello to your ancestors.

mom and dad dancing to some old song.  her smile turns her into a young girl again, and he spins her ‘round and ‘round.  it’s “I knew from the moment I saw her.” bands of gold tarnished by a hard day’s work times ten thousand.  dinner on the table and “give me some sugar.”

funeral casseroles and “she looks so good.”  black garb adorned with pearls and a handkerchief waiting to catch tears.  stories you’ve heard at least a hundred times.  cigarettes on the back porch.  lies laced in last wills and testaments.  preachers calling out to the lord almighty.  it’s the way the flowers already smell like rot.

dumping more sugar into the pitcher of fresh-brewed tea and carrying glasses onto the porch as night falls.  lightning bugs become your companions as you run amuck with your cousins.  it’s secrets told over the hum of cicadas.  it’s that “well, I guess so” when a mason jar of liquid abandon is passed around a bonfire.

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the Love You Receive Tarot Spread

So, I am definitely one of those weird people that loves Valentine’s Day.  When I was little, my mom and I would go to the craft section of a local store, buy up all the pink, red, and white construction paper, too much glitter, not nearly enough glue, and all the paper doilies you can think of.  

For a week, I would tirelessly make a custom valentine for each child in my class (which ended up being somewhere between 28 and 32 valentines, not including the teachers at school.) I wanted to make sure no one was left out and that everyone was happy on the day we exchanged cards.

I think a lot of people hate Valentine’s Day because they are jaded.  It has always been the cool, edgy thing for people to say “it is so commercialized; it’s just a way for flower or chocolate companies or Hallmark to make money.”  Granted, yeah.  That is capitalism.

But for me, the spirit of Valentine’s Day has simply always been about love, whether that be romantic, platonic, whatever.  It was about doing something for someone to show how much you appreciate them.  Yeah, you can do that every day, but every day doesn’t have a color coordinated theme to utilize.  (Virgos love a good theme, y’all.  So do southern folks.  I was doomed from childhood.)

I woke up this morning knowing I was going to create a Tarot spread.  As I pondered what kind I would make, I kept hearing a phrase in my head: The love you receive.

This Tarot spread is a little selfish and I don’t think that is a bad thing.  It is about the energy you put out into the world, the intention behind that energy, and the love you receive in return.  I hope this provides you some insight this February.

the Love You Receive Tarot Spread

Card One: Your usual disposition; the energy you share with the world.

Card Two: The intent of your investment; why you share your energy.

Card Three: The love you receive in return for the energy you have shared.

Some things to consider during the reading:

What kind of energy are you putting out into the world?

How does that energy impact the people and environment around you?

Are you investing into worthy causes and people?

Are you paying attention to your instincts and intuition?

Is this the type of love you want to be receiving?

Are there any changes you’d like to make?

Happy readings!

Photo credit: ME!

Tarot Spread Creator: ME!

Words:  ME!

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“Hades teaches us acceptance of death as part of life and, even more important, he teaches us the need to ‘practice death daily’. Practicing death is evaluating the lesser in our lives in terms of greater, our passions and pleasures and ambitions in terms of what is invisible and hidden from our eyes yet underlies our existence, enriching it with meaning and depth”

— The Gods of Greece by Arianna Stassinopoulos and Roloff Beny

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The Nashville Tennessean, Nashville, Tennessee, April 7, 1920

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Üzgün bir insan değilim.

Sadece üzerimde haklı bir kırgınlık var.

Geri kalan herşeye şükürler olsun.

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Devotional acts to Hades

Tend a garden

Start a savings fund

Dedicating meals and drinks to him

Spending time with him

Honor his wife and children

Do spirit work, or work with the dead

Try to stay calm in conflict, and weigh all your options

Find balance between your professional, social, and personal life

Volunteer at a retirement home

Spend time with pets, specifically dogs or snakes

Find the courage to make difficult decisions

Wear purple and silver

#hades #deities #inkdeities

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Haides Devotional Activities

A beginner’s list for all you sweet baby Hellenics (or even experienced ones!). When I first discovered my connection with Haides, it was before tumblr and I was really unsure of what to do in terms of devotion that wasn’t praying. So without further ado, have some nice devotional acts!

Visit a cemetery or a graveyard and simply walk around, appreciating and respecting those who have left the earth

Also in regard to this, you can clean off headstones that are dirty or obstructed as well as place fresh flowers on empty graves. I’ve noticed He greatly appreciates this, in my experience.

Wear more metal and use crystals/rocks/minerals (just covering my bases) like obsidian, smokey quartz, and nephrite jade

Support charities that assist suicidal individuals and who assist the family members of deceased people

Support local business, even if it’s a small purchase

Eat more chocolate and use more vinegar (if possible)

Go out in search of bones and other oddities of nature (I have a slew of bones I’ve found and cleaned in my altar, just check local laws in terms of certain animals)

Keep a small garden. I know this one sound a bit odd, but I noticed how much patience it taught me and how I connected with Haides and Persephone. Haides also like flowers (in my experience, roses and daisies). 

Spend time with dogs! Be they your own or otherwise! Sometimes devoting a nice game of fetch or a good long walk to Him is a great way to unwind (and for someone with depression who sometimes has problems getting out of the house, this is a really good activity)

Listen to music that makes you think of Him. I have a devotional playlist for all of the Gods, and if it’s requested/wanted maybe I’ll make a series of posts for my playlists

Wear darker colors–a nice simple one, I’ll devote my outfit to Him before putting it on and then pray once it’s on

Save spare change

Save up for a big spend that’s indulgent to you (I’ve been saving up for a tattoo I’m getting later this week!)

LOVE YOURSELF! This goes without saying, but it’s important no matter the deity!

And many, many more!

These are all just what I’ve observed in my experience, but everyone is different! Venture out and do what feels right to you! 

#hades #inkdeities

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Persephone was the mistress of the Furies–underworld daimones who punished the crimes of filial betrayal, impiety and murder. She despatched them when curses were invoked in her name.

- Homer, Iliad

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Hawta Mahmood

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#witch #witches #witchery #witchcraft #pagan #paganism #death witch #death witchcraft #spirit work #spirit worker #ghosts #spooky #spooks #aesthetics #witch aesthetics

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there's something strange about the house next door...

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Funeral Bouquets

If I were to send a bouquet to someone’s funeral, or have a say in what is brought to mine, I would use flowers that speak volumes to me in terms of symbolism and meaning. Of course, a flower will mean something different to everyone that looks at it, but these are my thoughts on each one, and why they are the most important to me. I have divided these flowers into two bouquets, because I feel that the energies they give off would compliment each other best when separated into two distinct categories.

These can be used for death witchcraft as well. You can put them on spirit shrines, altars, ancestral shrines, and more. I plan on working with human spirits more often to help them feel at peace, so I will be using the budding repose bouquet for that. If I see anyone reaching out to me for help with coping with a death, then I would offer to help them build their own bouquet, or use my template.

Feel free to add on your own ideas for such a bouquet, and what you would want.

Budding Repose Bouquet

This bouquet was designed to help the deceased cross over, and feel at peace with the life they lived. It also acts as a comforting agent for both them and their family as they say goodbye.

12 stems of Lavender - Peace, cleansing, healing, love

4 stems of Lilac - Peace, innocence, cleansing, joy

3 blush pink Peonies - Softness, gentleness, peace, and love

6 Carnations (white) - Strength, happiness, blessings, memories made

6 White Anemone Flowers (with dark center) - Peace, beauty in change, a new era dawning

4 Eucalyptus stems - Cleansing, refreshing times ahead, letting go

Condolences to Each Other

This bouquet was designed to aid the mourning people the deceased has left behind, and for them to stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, compassion, empathy, and love.

5 white Calla Lillies - Strength, uplifted spirits, happiness, abundance

6 red roses Roses - Love, strength, passion, memory, honour

4 white Snapdragons - Peace, strength, solidarity, love, moving on

4 purple Bearded Irises - Beauty in nature, cycles, renewity, joy

7 Honey-Coloured Marigolds - New journeys, unrequited love for family, happiness, sweetness

5 White Azaleas - Kindness, joy, peace, innocence, settling

6 Dusty Miller stems - age, death, understanding, wisdom, care, cautiousness  

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General Etiquette for Working with the Dead

These are some of the guidelines I follow when working with the dead:

When entering a graveyard, be sure to greet and leave something for the guardian of the graveyard.

Never walk on the graves of the deceased.

Never take anything out of the graveyard without permission of the guardian or a specific grave’s resident.

Never take items people have left for their loved ones off the graves.

Only gather graveyard dirt from the perimeter of the graveyard, never from the graves themselves.

Upon leaving the graveyard, say farewell to the dead you encountered, and the guardian.

Never force the dead to work for you, if they are unwilling or unable to aid you try again later or try another spirit.

Be mindful of the dead’s beliefs in life, not all will be friendly to those who practice magic.

Give the dead the same respect and thought that you yourself would wish to be given.

Obey your local laws and ordinances regarding the dead and graveyards/burial sites.

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Deep South Tarot Spread

(7/7) gothic americana tarot spreads, inspired by this post

Who would you raise from the dead?

1. la muerte: what’s dead; the past 2. jars: how to resurrect that what is gone 3. sumac: the good from letting go 4. rot: what is sitting uneasily inside of you 5. teeth: the future if the dead rises

appalachia | north east | midwestern | pacific northwest | southwestern | southern | deep south

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this is my original work (except for the photo). feel free to print out, reblog, or like this spread.

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southern witchcraft is

watching flour fall like lazy snowflakes in your grandmother’s kitchen. her weathered hands are kneading dough and your aunts are telling stories about weddings from twenty years ago.  it smells like cinnamon and wine. their cackles could ignite a fire.

hiding under honeysuckle and trying to stay out of the noontime sun.  the grass is burnt to a crisp and you are sucking sugar from the petals.  the air is so hot that it suffocates you.  it tastes like the salt of your skin.

digging through trunks in the attic and finding delicate lace from a time long gone.  old records that wail the voices of our past -- church hymns and stories of the devil.  your shirt wears the perfume of history when you descend with old, sepia-stained pictures in hand.  it’s you asking your papaw to tell you about the war.

barefoot walks down to the water, mud clinging to your clothes for dear life.  mosquito bites and their scabs are worn as proudly as dirt on your nose.  it’s lifting palmfuls of water to the sky; it’s the freedom of a thunderstorm.

trips to crumbling cemeteries where even the gravestones don’t remember their names.  heat lightning blooms above you in rolling clouds.  distant brontide, carrying the voices of the past and making the little hairs stand up at the back of your neck.  it’s picking the weeds and saying hello to your ancestors.

mom and dad dancing to some old song.  her smile turns her into a young girl again, and he spins her ‘round and ‘round.  it’s “I knew from the moment I saw her.” bands of gold tarnished by a hard day’s work times ten thousand.  dinner on the table and “give me some sugar.”

funeral casseroles and “she looks so good.”  black garb adorned with pearls and a handkerchief waiting to catch tears.  stories you’ve heard at least a hundred times.  cigarettes on the back porch.  lies laced in last wills and testaments.  preachers calling out to the lord almighty.  it’s the way the flowers already smell like rot.

dumping more sugar into the pitcher of fresh-brewed tea and carrying glasses onto the porch as night falls.  lightning bugs become your companions as you run amuck with your cousins.  it’s secrets told over the hum of cicadas.  it’s that “well, I guess so” when a mason jar of liquid abandon is passed around a bonfire.

Post originally written by me on my old blog, witchsaidwhat.

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