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thewrathfulwitch · 7 months

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Scrying

"Scrying": Old English for "to make out dimly" or "to reveal"

Scrying was first mentioned in the late 900s in the Shahnameh, a piece regarded greatly on Persian culture. In the Shahnameh it talks about the Cup of Jamshid, which was used to see all seven layers of the universe. As Christianity came to be, scrying was outlawed however.

Scrying has been used for thousands of years in many different variations: The Native Americans with smoke scrying, the Egyptians with oil scrying, the Greeks and Celts with methods such as crystals, black glass, and water. French astronomer Nostradamus used water scrying particularly to see future events.

Dr. John Dee is regarded as one of the most famous scryers, an advisor to Queen Elizabeth the First. He had interests in divination, and spent a lot of time trying to communicate with angels. He worked with Edward Kelly using a black obsidian mirror and a crystal ball to see visions of angels. It is believed they communicated by pointing to squares containing letters and symbols that Dee had transcribed.

Scrying is interpreting what you see in the images as they appear. Some use crystals focus on points of light on the surface, some enter a state of altered consciousness and allow images to float into their inner awareness, some may actually see images appear on the surface of the of their object, and some see them in their mind’s eye.

Types of Scrying:

Wax – Done by dripping wax onto a water surface. Then interpret the images or words formed from the dried wax.

Cloud – Cloud gazing, this form of scrying involves observing clouds and the shapes they form. This is used to gather special information or knowledge.

Mirror – Also called catoptromancy, this involves relaxing vision and staring into a mirror. After a while, images and scenes will begin to emerge.

Water – Staring into water, images can be perceived after a time. Objects such as pebbles can also be dropped into the water to create ripples. These ripples are then interpreted.

Oil – Pouring oil into a dish, rubbing it on the body, or coating a cup/plate. Observe the light reflected off the oil for information.

Fire – Scrying that involves gazing into fiery flames for visions. This can be done through the use of a simple candle, oil lamp, or bonfire.

Smoke – As smoke rises from fire, its ethereal shapes present spiritual messages.

Crystal – Involves the use of a crystal object and gazing into the surface

Eye – Called soul gazing, involves looking deep within a person’s eyes and observing the reflections.

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rockstarthedragon · 5 months

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Mira, Nightmaren OC

Yep, I made a nightmaren OC. This is kinda old and I might tweak the design a bit later on, but this is the overall design concept. And yes, they have similarities to Jackle, but why do NiGHTS and Reala get to have all the fun with being siblings? My idea for Mira and Jackle is that Wizeman intended to make one first level nightmaren, but with this being his first attempt things went wrong and he accidently up with a first level split in two. Rather than discard his creation and lose the resources he poured into them, he chose to tweak the two split halves of this nightmaren into two separate beings, making Jackle and Mira. Jackle was the crazier half, while Mira was calmer. Both specialize in using items that are used for fortune telling, Jackle has his tarot cards while Mira has their scrying mirrors.

I imagine that Mira was more proficient with their abilities then Jackle, and foresaw everything they thought was to come. Mira saw no practicality in rebelling, and thus felt it was pointless to scry such things from their mirrors, much like sapphire in Steven Universe. But then NiGHTS rebelled against Wizeman, and Mira in both a bid to set things right and to subdue their panic from not knowing what to come since they never predicted this, went out to try to talk to NiGHTS. Mira was a good candidate since they usually aren't scared, knew how to remain calm and had maxed out speech skills. However, when Mira came back was the first time everyone saw Mira somewhat uneasy. That night, Mira went to their scrying mirror and began to look into possible futures that they never considered.

The next day, Mira was missing.

Fun facts - The name Mira comes from both the word "mirage" and it's similarity to the word "mirror" - Mira's mouth only appears when smiling, and does not appear whilst talking - The cloak and scarf design is inspired by manta rays, and the journey of dreams version of Mira would have a manta ray persona

#nights into dreams #fanart #oc #art #digital art #sega #nights #nights journey of dreams #i am cringe but i am free #blue #scrying mirror

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funeral · 2 years

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Donald Tyson, How to Make and Use a Magic Mirror: Psychic Windows Into New Worlds

#scrying mirror #occult #magic #goddesses

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maeviuslynn · 3 months

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Scrying session with Maevius Lynn Photo by stephenlemieuxphoto

#occultism #occult #scrying #scrying mirror #thelema #aleister crowley #magick #ceremonial magick #candle scrying #witchblr #magic #93

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raining-tulips · 1 year

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Tried scrying in my quartz crystal ball and then randomly got the intuition to stop; my question hadn’t been answered yet. Woke up with two works on repeat in my mind ( a flower and an animal) so I looked up the symbolism and it is indeed the answer.

The universe has to load sometimes too lol.

#witchblr #personal #witchcraft #witchy #magick #spirituality #green witch #green witchery #fae witch #crystal witch #divination tools #divination #divination witch #scrying #scrying mirror #crystal ball

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ome-magical-ramblings · 4 months

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Scrying the Fire elemental kingdom..in Retrospect.

I know, I sometime start some stuff and take a very large break or never fully bring it to closure but I think this working deserve some sort of closure. Yesterday I finished my scrying of the fire elemental realm. Anyway to cut to the chase I hope everyone remember my sandalphon-assisted elemental scrying and last scrying session was with water elemental kingdom. We get into Fire now!

Fire is like this realm that jumps toward you. This was a very distinct thing for me because I felt like the gate of fire literally "came to me" and I entered it instead of me going into it.

Definitive thing as I was getting accustomed to the world of fire realm and elemental is this sense of hot feeling all over me, and my nose started feeling like I just ate something spicy or I inhaled some chilli pepper powder in my nose. I was mind blown when I oriented myself toward the scenery ahead of me without any assumption it was like an underground HUGE caves and caverns, the caves went down and the whole place was like an underground system and it span down like channels all around.

I felt the tension and heat of the place definitely but I didn’t think that the world of fire elemental would “underground” to say that was definitely a surprise. My own spirit guide explained to me that the fire elemental world is an upside down underworld, if what I am seeing is going down it is actually about going up the realms. The vision is like this mirroring between each element. It was definitely an interesting seeing that fire elemental guide was more of a whirling humanoid figure, Very Intense and Tight, Very Whirling and Changing, not Static.

The whole world felt like a more intense and charged version of Air, faster and with more force to it. The guide took me to a circular staircase where I was blinded by bright light at the top then I saw what I can describe as scenery filled with HUGE temples and pillars they had these very distinct Greek architecture to it. The elemental guide told me that this is where spirits who choose to incarnate in earth live before going to earth, not all spirits choose to incarnate into earth but those who do live here for a while.

Afterwards I was presented with these 3 steps staircase and nothing was infront of it, I took each step and then suddenly I was met with this huge infinite wall of light with changing patterns. The wall was like a “stop sign” and I couldn’t push any further, pushing my finger into it I felt physically my finger get “heated” and sensation of sudden “stop here”. I looked above and saw what I can describe as this circling turning around of lights at the top. I assume that I needed more purification if I wanted to continue onward. Lastly, in retrospect I can see how these realms border on merkavah ascension literature, Olympic spirit work, astral projection and so on. There’s definitely an overlapping between these realms and a deeper connection between all of them in spite of what they look outwardly so disconnected, with each experience I am finding more and more that the inner realms are more self-referential and connected then they seem to be! Stay tuned for the final conjuration with Sandalphon as I finalize my discussion with him about the elemental worlds.

#occult #witchblr #magic #invocation #prayer #scrying #scrying mirror #witchcraft #spellwork #magick #ritual #divination #folk magic #elemental #meditation #art #nature

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gyzmo-grim · 1 month

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how to hold a mirror for mirror scrying

If you can see yourself or anything distracting in your mirror, you need to angle your mirror so it's as clear and empty as possible.

#divination #tarot #scrying mirror #Scrying #Mirror

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stranded-in-paradise · 2 years

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The Crystal Ball (1902)

Oil on canvas

John William Waterhouse 1849-1917 (Italian/British)

#john waterhouse #pre raphaelite #esoteric art #romanticism #scrying mirror #crystal ball #witchythings #witchy #witchcraft #pagan witch #paganart #book of shadows #scrying

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zillyeh · 8 months

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Scrying Mirror

hi im going thru my wips out of any sort of order that makes sense. here's some pre-Sunseeker Sunseeker content :) (roughly 160 sweeps prior to "current" timeline)

“Ailkan,” a voice in his room made the man in question jump. He hadn’t even heard the door to the small workshop open.

“God, woman, if you moved any quieter you would make a better assassin than Arthur,” he said, scrambling to throw a sheet over the small standing mirror on his workshop table.

“What do you need, my dear Goetia?” His sarcastic sneer around his kismesis’ least favorite pet name made her grimace. Or perhaps that expression was already on her face. The Mystique was not often one for pleasant moods- at least not when it came to him.

Tonight seemed no different. Her dark purple eyes narrowed- all three of them. The headband she usually kept the third covered with kept her thick, graying coils up with the rest of her hair, and out of her face. Her black, floor length dress was unusually muted for her.

The eye in the center of her forehead looked past him, yet seemed more severe than either of the ones she had full control over.

“Do you know what you are doing?” she asked, not moving from the doorframe. What a question- hardly a question at all. A soft demand for information. Ailkan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Might I know what you are referring to, Shia?” the taller purpleblood asked aloofly. “I’m hardly a mind reader. More your thing, non?” A jab that would always get under her skin- It’s future sight! she’d protest. She did no such thing now. She moved silently into the room tracing her fingers along the walls, her middle eye keeping him in her sights.

“I would love to. If I knew where to begin,” she said, picking up a sparkling bottle of… something and turning it over in her hand once. “I find it difficult to reprimand you for actions I cannot see.”

“The great and mighty Mystique can’t pull our future with her ghosties?” Ailkan tutted, receiving another threefold glare.

“My life goes dark around you like I’ve never seen before,” she said seriously, picking up another pretty trinket of his, turning it over, and putting it down. “Soon. You are fading from my sight, and I fear you are going to take me with you.” Ailkan kept his gaze forward, some cold feeling creeping up his neck. He pulled his long ponytail over his shoulder and began to braid. A nervous habit that would hopefully distract her from the covered object behind him

“You are dramatic,” Ailkan said with a roll of his eyes, feeling a reassuring pressure on his shoulders. “You see something you do not understand, and you simply fear the worst. Père Jortis would probably know all about your shadowy little vision, you know. Leaving Enfaris was likely the worst thing you could do for your powers.”

Goetia paused, fingers brushing up against a marble bust of an older clown. Her lower eyes trained on him, something close to hurt falling on her features.

Too condescending. That pressure on his shoulders was no longer so reassuring.

Be quiet. Ailkan rolled his shoulders back, stretching.

Goetia opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Her small dotted eyebrows furrowed, her mouth falling to a grimace once more.

“Are you too far gone in your foolishness now then, Kanna?” she hissed, middle eye darting around the room for something. She approached him, her hand moving to her other palm, seemingly on its own.

“What are you meddling with, Ailkan? Spirits?” she demanded “Your mind is not built for them, you have too much chemistry in it.” Her forefinger traced something into her hand, but she did not seem to notice. “I understand my sight fine, you idiot. I have gone over it several times- with Gozjam present even.” Her eye slowed its movement, resting on him. He swallowed, combing the braid out of his hair with his fingers. His face betrayed something that made some tension leave her shoulders.

“I know what death feels like, Ailkan,” she said, almost a plea. “Even if just from the outside, it is nothing like this. If you were going to kill me, I would see that- would have seen it ages ago. What you are going to do to me is far, far worse. And I don’t know what it is.”

Her right hand slapped her left, grabbing it by the wrist. Tightly. Her eye flicked behind him, to his Mirror. A pressure built up in Ailkan’s chest, making it so difficult to breathe that he needed to grip the table for support.

Don’t let her have me, my love. Ailkan’s thoughts clouded with fear that was not his own. She means to ruin me. To ruin us.

“Ailkan…” Goetia said slowly, her right hand pulling her curious left back, as much as it tried to reach behind him. She found him. She found his Mirror, his one lifeline in this godforsaken province, his Jeltik. Ailkan should have known better, he should have hid him better. But the wards that would have kept him safe from her would have drained the life out of Jeltik. His ghost was just that fragile.

Ailkan’s chest hurt so much he was starting to see stars. He didn’t remember when he stopped breathing.

“I am going to ask you again,” Goetia continued, her smarter right winning over her left. “Do you know what you are doing?”

“I know exactly what I am doing,” Ailkan wheezed, the constricting around his lungs squeezing once more in caution. “You think I am too stupid to dabble in science and ghosts at once?” More pressure released as he found some fire to use against her.

“I think you are too smart to be fucking around with malevolent spirits!” she cried, an incredibly rare raising of her voice. “I think that unless you are possessed you should know better!”

That word hung heavy between the three of them. Possessed. Such a nasty, nasty accusation.

Ailkan was a partner, not a possession, wasn’t he?

You are, you are.

“I know what I’m doing," Ailkan said firmly, feeling lighter than ever. Jeltik needed his defense, she could never understand what they had. Who he was.

Who he was going to become.

But then again, neither did Ailkan.

“Proving yourself to me should not come at the cost of us both Ailkan,” Goetia pleaded in earnest, the sclera of her middle eye turning dark as it strained to the mirror behind him. She took one of his hands, tightly, searching for something in his eyes. “You are a worthy rival because you are frustratingly intelligent and arrogant in that. If you continue down this path, I will have no choice but to end you before you end me.”

Ailkan paused. She was so calm. How calmly she threatened his life, his love.

How arrogant she is to think your traipse beyond the veil has anything to do with her.

“You would end us like that, Goetia?” Ailkan asked breathlessly. Something in his pained face must have made the part of her who loved him falter. Relenting was not often a word used in associated with either with them, but she took a step back. Her own possessed third eye remained fixated behind him.

“I value my life more than yours,” she said simply. “Would you allow my life to darken the way I’ve seen?”

Ailkan hesitated for a few moments too long.

Goetia took another step back. Air began to properly flow into Ailkan’s lungs again. For a moment he though she was about to leave his cluttered workshop until she said:

“Get out.”

“Shia-”

All of her eyes were hard on his own, her expression stony like he’d only ever seen Arthur pull off.

“Take that thing out of here, and don’t come back unless it’s gone.”

No! Jeltik’s pressure came right back, this time something shaky in the way he held Ailkan’s chest. He still held him tight, painfully squeezing another wheezing sentence out of him.

“Surely you don’t mean-”

“You are to be out of this church within an hour of dusk fall or you will be buried underneath it.” Her voice did not waver. She must have made up her mind before she came down here. Knowing more than she let on just to trip him up…

"If that's how you want it, then fine." Alkain coughed when Jeltik fully released him, nearly stumbling forward. His gasping breaths weren’t lost on Goetia who- even in the midst of kicking him out of the church- reached to help him. The moment his fingers brushed the bare skin of her arms, she hissed. Dropped him to the floor like he’d burned her. He scrambled up from the heap she’d left him in, trying to fill his lungs before Jeltik’s presence clawed them shut again.

In the dark, the faint glow of her sclera was gone now. Entirely black like Ailkan had only seen one other time. The third oozed her dark blood down her forehead, glowing brighter than anything in that dark room.

She took a step towards his desk.

“No!” he shouted, clambering up to put himself between her and the Mirror.

“Ailkan,” she said, her voice deeper, fuller, as if there were overlapping souls speaking to him now. “You don’t get the choice anymore, give it to me. Now.”

Ailkan wrenched the black mirror from its covered stand, holding it behind him. Her approach was slow and calculated. Like she knew he was no match for her if he tried. He held his precious cargo close to his chest, cradling it like it would shatter him to lose. Jeltik’s presence had retreated so far back into it Ailkan feared that just her touch had killed him. His eyes darted around the basement lab. Clutter made finding a route out difficult, but he was fast when he found it.

He threw a statuette from his desk at her, distracting her for long enough to dart towards a pedestal with some clown’s bust sat atop it. His things, his precious precious possessions meant nothing anymore. Anything that stood between bringing his lover to the light could explode to bits for all he cared anymore.

With an effortless heave, he threw down the pedestal with a loud crash. She lunged after him anyway, knocking through boxes as he raced her to the door. Ailkan threw everything he could behind him. The light of the upstairs- that’s all he had to reach. He’d run through the streets, to the woods. Places she would not dare go without the rest of the heretics upstairs. They would finally be safe. Together.

That glittering bottle she’d handled earlier shattered on the floor. Whether it was the glass, gooey liquid, or the sickeningly sweet smell that tripped her up finally, Ailkan didn’t care. He flew up the stairs, toppling over whoever had come to check on the noise. That body made some sort of noise like a swear, but Ailkan didn’t bother to process it. There was more shouting behind him, but it didn’t matter. He was already halfway down the pews lining the nave, long legs and adrenaline carrying him through the double doors into the sunlight.

#Zilly drabbles #Mystique tag #Possessed tag #Sunseeker tag #Scrying Mirror

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soliloquyjewelry · 1 year

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Deep pools of faceted onyx, like portable scrying mirrors for the hand. 🪞

#onyx #divination #scrying mirror #rings #stacking rings #black aesthetic #gothic jewelry #dark jewelry #dark fashion

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hermitsmirror · 9 months

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🌀 PICK 🧵 A 🧵 CARD 🌀

Close your eyes. Breathe deep. Let yourself get abstract with the Life Line Tarot and find the thread that leads you through the Labyrinth. Follow it to the center, where mysteries await. The mess can be confusing, but there’s a single line running through it all. Once you find your way to the center, pick a card.

Left? Center? Right?

If you need more time or are feeling trapped, take your time to leave the Labyrinth’s secret center. If it’s too dark to find your way out, feel the warmth of your own inner light becoming a lantern to guide you once you’re ready. Let its light expose all the empty space between lines and follow your thread back out to where you feel safe and free, released of the pressure of those walls but wiser from the experience.

How does that feel? I hope it was freeing and allowed you to find your calm center.

Now pick a card (if you want) and read its message in the reveal.

Let me know how it resonates, and share the post with those who might benefit from a little labyrinthine guidance.

Did you know that the Life Line Tarot is a Pisces rising? I didn’t plan it, but if you know why I created a messy single-line deck that reimagines the Rider Tarot of 1909, it makes sense. I wanted to create a tool that was good for quick psychic insights from those familiar with the Rider-Waite-Smith and for deeper abstract scrying that creates a unique experience. If there’s a more Piscean form of divination than scrying, I’m not sure what it would be.

Not familiar with scrying? It’s a form of divination that lets your intuition open to symbols and patterns that may not “really” be there. Often this is done with ink or oil in a bowl of water. If you’ve ever looked at clouds and seen shapes, you might’ve unintentionally scried with the sky (that’s aeromancy). Crystal balls can also be thought of as scrying tools. You can even scry with thread thrown into a pile.

With the Life Line Tarot, the single-line art gives you the gist of the imagery from the Rider Tarot. But without all the details in clear shapes and colors, your intuition is open to fill in the white space and to see shapes in the “threads” of ink.

#tarotblr #tarot #pick a card #tarot reading #pac reading #pac tarot #scrying mirror #witchblr

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