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"There's no wildlife here. The land is barren and stripped from farming chemicals"
I just saw two blue herons fly super low over our house, which means they've been fishing in the creek behind us, which means there's fish there. Which means there's bugs to feed the fish and algae to feed the bugs, which means the water and soil is worth something damnit.
Yes, I'm sorry the suburb isn't the grand, sweeping swath of uninhabited land that you so desperately crave but would learn to loathe, but saying that the land here is barren and that there's no wildlife here and that there's nothing to salvage- that's a You problem. Nature might be struggling, but against all odds it is at least trying.
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Adoration of the Magi
Panel from a Roman sarcophagus, 4th century CE.
From the cemetery of St. Agnes in Rome
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Nothing is ‘mundane.’
“There is no ‘Veil.’
There is no separation between the world of the flesh and the world of spirit.
Everything is filled with ‘Virtue.’ Divinity is evoked in the presence of mountains, trees, ponds, and lakes, and wells.
The world is full of weird, and it always has been, and it always will be.”
This message has been brought to you by the Society for Ethical Practitioners of Maleficium.
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Lucie sips the night away – St. Lucy’s Day in Czechia
The last major figure of Advent was St. Lucy, born in 284 A.D. After refusing to wed, Lucy was sentenced to perform prostitution and ended up with her throat cut. The thirteenth of December, the feast day of St. Lucy, used to be the winter solstice at the time of the older Julian calendar. From that time a saying arose: “Lucy sips the night away but the day does not grow longer.” Spinning and plucking feathers were strictly prohibited on the feast day. Lucys, women in white coats with candles in their hands, walked around homes to see if anyone was violating the ban. Their faces were covered with a mask made of wood and paper similar to a stork’s beak and it made an unpleasant clicking sound. Lucys banged on doors and announced: “I’m coming, coming to sip the night away.” Source: https://www.visitczechrepublic.com/en-US/80ba91e7-3fe5-46dc-ba91-b941f9420443/article/n-traditions-of-czech-advent
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Illustrations by Tanadori Yokoo, 1975.
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A Mummified Pomegranate From The Tomb Of The King Toutankhamon
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“My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via antigonick)
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Immagine del manoscritto Zoroaster Clavis Artis, Ms-2-27, Biblioteca Civica Hortis, Trieste, vol. 2, pag. 27
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Thanks to reading Lee Morgan’s _Standing And Not Falling_ a few years back now, I’ve got a refreshed perspective on belief.
Belief NOT as merely the acceptance of something’s existence or truth. To the witch, to paraphrase Terry Pratchet, gods and mailmen are equally real. But that’s a passive acceptance. That’s not what is useful. It’s a noun, a possession. “Having a belief.”
Belief AS IN one’s active participation in the re-enchantment of the soul through the Storying of the world and engaging in mytho-logic in the day-to-day. It’s belief as being “all-in” to the endless possibilities of magic and sinking into the lived reality of a spirit-filled world. It’s not play-acting or only believing something true or actual when convenient. It’s a verb. A doing. A commitment to wholeness.
Sexy! This is what Andrew Chumbley means when he wrote that sorcery is the meeting place of belief, desire, and will.
#traditionalwitchcraft #traditionalwitch #faerywitch #faerytradition #faerytraditionwitchcraft #oldferi #sorcery #traditionalmagic
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Hekate, contemporary sculpture made by Rafael Espadine for home altars, if you want to buy images like this, please contact him at https://www.instagram.com/r.spadini/
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“The utter silence of the untranslated stars.”
— E.E. Cummings, from Summer Silence; Collected Poems: 1904-1962 (via megairea)
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What about struggling to do magic when disabled? I don’t generally have the energy to do elaborate spell work or take a good long walk in nature. I’ll be the first to admit I do try to do magic thats ‘easy’ because it tends to not involve a lot of steps or work
« Easy » magic certainly does not mean devoid of power.
Witches of old did a lot with very little. Tying winds in ropes. Little charms with household materials and found things, feathers and coins, sticks and bones, milk and honey. Curing life-threatening diseases with holy water and a spoken word of power. Chant a blessing, whistle a curse.
You can pack incredible punch with simple tech. A good example would probably be the pentacles from the Greater Key of Solomon : they provide the most cost effective results.
Ideally, your magic should not endanger your mental health nor physical safety.
Then… Ideally, your magic should endanger your mental health and physical safety.
There is a right balance for everyone. As long as you are committed, diligent, and true. Keep that Fire blazing.
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Devour false kings. Rise above.
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Dark moon bonfire ritual in the rainforest on Sunday. Disposed of old charms from the previous year. Did my necromantic rites, drank a tea of mugwort and bleeding heart. The whole forest breathes.
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From Paul Regnard’s Les maladie épidémiques de l’esprit. Sorcelleries, magnétisme, morphinisme, délire des grandeur, 1887
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[...] develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath ⁠— 26th December 1958
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Illustrations of astrological signs/gods based upon their descriptions in Picatrix (aka غاية الحكيم Ghāyat al-Ḥakīm aka Picatrix: The Goal of the Wise)—originally published in the 11th century CE by an unknown author (Et Sint, 2015). #magic
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