a mix for young witches discovering their magic ― and the power that comes with it. [listen]ms mr ⟶ bones (bökken remix). unkle ⟶ set no sun (ft. elle j and joel cadbury). lorde ⟶ glory and gore. florence + the machine ⟶ no light, no light (spector remix). half moon run ⟶ drug you. yeah yeah yeahs ⟶ sacrilege. the xx ⟶ infinity (bachelors of science remix). how to destroy angels ⟶ the space in between. great northern ⟶ houses. bat for lashes ⟶ a forest. white lies ⟶ to lose my life. salem ⟶ king night.
For tis not only from my fingers poisons be poured
from my very veins the black runs high like choking smoke
'pon my hair your heart be strangled
and with my tongue, delivers venom true
black and boiling strong
upon the glass
- in witches’ chest
I may not pour poisons as you like, yet as you see
I am poison more
then any ever held by thee.
I need to start working with clay again… I’ve been thinking of it a lot…
Been putting it off until I finish the current painting in progress, part two of something that sorta gives me Ariadne vibes.
I need to get the clay out though… I need sculptures. Small statues. Various female shapes, goddess generic shapes… maybe a man or two. Though capturing the male form has never been as easy for me.
I need shapes with exaggeration of certain body areas. Or shapes that are only portions of body, limb or torso or pelvis…
I need statues that I can take in my grasp and can pour and rub and smooth over energetically. Statues to pray over for ease and for cure. Statues I can coat my hands in oil and rub and adore and idolize and press the spell and wish upon…
I need my cabinet of witch’s shapes.
Sand and Stone
… and broken be the walls upon whose heart be spry. Crumbled, broken, blood in salt, wash it clean,…
in a thimble made of glass.
Tell your Mama and your Papa
they can kiss your ass.
Poison all the water in the wishin’ well,
and hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree.
Burn down all those honeymoons,
put em in a pillow case,
and wait next to the switch blades
at the amusement park for me.
Strangle all the Christmas carols.
Scratch out all the prayers.
Tie ‘em up with barbed wire,
and push them down the stairs.
I’ll whittle you a pistol
to keep the nightmares off the blinds.
those sons-of-bitches always seem to sneak up from behind.
I’ve decided to start reading witchcraft/pagan/whatever blogs again, but most of my old favourites are gone/dead now, so if there are any off-tumblr blogs you enjoy (or even ones you write yourself!), please feel free to rec them to me!
I’m not picky about the focus, as long as it’s related to witchcraft or paganism, or like…. that whole undefinable but related area.
I do have a specific interest in divination and tarot, of course, along with kitchen witchery, home-based practices in general, and the Greek gods (I am not a reconstructionist and I don’t classify myself as a Hellenic polytheist, but I work with that pantheon. But I still follow a ton of Kemetics on tumblr, because I love them). I enjoy interesting thinkers, no matter what their background.
If you enjoy it, I will take a look at it :D
I have a blog, though I don’t also just post witch/pagan/etc stuff it is a focus. I (used to) write mainly about the gods.
Primal also has a blog, and it’s far more on topic than mine.
I don’t really pay attention to many none tumblr blogs these days so I don’t have any good suggestions for you… hopefully my followers will.
I’m both very excited and stalling to dig into these new books…
I ordered Apocalyptic Witchcraft, the True Grimoire, and Geosophia from Scarlet Imprint, which arrived here today wrapped up so tightly in their box that it took the Giant several runs with a knife to break them free… Instantly smothering the desk in beautifully textured paper and a strangely pungent and overly sweet smell that still clings to the pages and my fingertips.
I’ve opened them a bit to peek inside and flip through pages, running my hands down paper edge, over ink and binding, but I’m hesitate to spread them wide and really dig in… Not just yet.
I also ordered the Cthulhurotica, which I’ve wanted since I heard about it… and whose sequel I look forward to. Another beautiful and exciting prospect, stark white pages of promise and funny little illustrations. All shiny and beautiful on the outside. Whose arrival was heralded with the Giant’s teasing announcement, ‘Your porn came today.’
I’m very exciting for all that waits me… and I’m kind of putting it off… I know that I am. Just setting them aside to wait, to prolong the excitement maybe? I don’t know.
I have a lot of reading to do…
Senator Wendy Davis is a fucking badass.
There’s this bill that they are trying to pass in Texas that would make it illegal to get any abortion after 20 weeks of pregnancy, and would make it very difficult for abortion centers to continue doing what they do. Governor Rick Perry has already said that if the bill makes it to his desk, he will sign it. And Wendy Davis said fuck no that is not happening.
So she’s filibustering it. That means she asked to talk on the subject at 11:18 this morning, and if she can continue talking about abortion until 11:59 tonight, the bill won’t reach Governor Perry, and they would have to start all over with the bill next time they meet- 2 years from now.
But Wendy has to keep talking. She can’t pause for even a minute, not for food or a sip of water or to go to the bathroom or sit down. She can’t even lean up against anything, or she’s out. So she’s wearing motherfucking PINK NIKE TENNIS SHOES in the middle of the state senate.
She also has to continue talking about the topic. She sent out tweets an other messages last night asking for anyone and everyone’s abortion story, and received a shit load of answers. Her staff is still collecting them, and she’s reading them aloud to the senate. Not only is she making this bill impossible to pass, she may just change some minds while she’s at it.
This is history, guys. Wendy Davis is a motherfucking badass, and we are watching it happen.
She’s putting on for my state and city! Yehyuh!
REBLOGGING FOR LADIES NOT TAKING ONE MORE OUNCE OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT
PUTTING A CALL OUT—WITCHCRAFT FOR WENDY
SEND YOUR SUPPORT MAGIX!
Call for magix, peeps. Seems like a worthwhile cause to me.
Seriously I’m watching live and she looks really tired. Let’s support her for hours more of this!
I am one fiber in an unending red thread. It reaches from me back to the first of women. Women of body, women of spirit. I call upon this line, upon the strongest thread of all, to give to you, Senator Wendy Davis, strength to stand against those that would take our very rights to our bodies away as they have for so long.
From the first unto the last, our strength is your strength.
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, help her spirit to be strong.
Breath of my breath, thought of my thought, dream of my dream, help her voice to carry on.
Wendy Davis you stand for those of us that are not given the chance, and we stand beside you. With our Ancetress behind us, we lead the way for the future. For autonomy, equality and protection under the law. Our blood is indominable. In this time that you stand we lend our voices to your voice, our strength to your strength. There is nothing to fear. We will prevail.
My eyes need not see to burn for her in light. My lips need not move to whisper in her strength.
These hands support you with the echo of all those who have never been given the right to use their own… these hands need not be living in flesh to hold for you strength, endurance, constancy.
For Wendy Davis, who stands and speaks alone in a room against those who would crush us… strength, endurance, success.
We will prevail.
Peter Grey, Apocalyptic Witchcraft (p. 5-6)
- I was standing in the kitchen cutting up, coring, and skinning peaches and I realized something. Most of my ‘knife skills’ aren’t from the years of cooking with my grandmother or even my time in the culinary school… No, most of my knife skills come from witchcraft.
- Which made me smile.
- So I’m skinning peaches… and the Giant walks up behind me, watches for a minute and says 'Wow. You're really good at that.'
- I wonder if I’ve ever explained to him why I love pulling the skin from peaches with my fingers… how it makes me think of both sex and certain levels of violence as the flesh yields beneath my fingertips and juice runs over my hand… colorful skins pulling straight off of flesh without resistance.
- Or how when their is resistance I relish it all the more, a nail pressed under the edges until I can get my fingers underneath and roll it away from the body of the fruit.
- It’s a wonderful thing.
- Two, half packed gallon ziplocs in the freezer.
- Is it enough?
- If I weren’t surrounded by Southern Baptist types, I’d have a hell of a ritual lunch day… in honor of this lovely peach tree.
- Whose yield may be half what it used to be… but is just as delicious and full and savored.
- By birds, possums, skunks, bugs… and we two legged folk.
- I wonder why I’m the only one who ever actually revels in and enjoys the produce we have - when its there to have?
I find this a little disturbing… don’t get me wrong, I can think of many ways this would be used in my house… but disturbing.
Did you know that Palo Santo is an endangered species? That the collection of the wood is a regulated business, where ONLY deadfall is permitted to be collected for the trade?
This is why Palo Santo is expensive, and why it’s a really bad idea (and morally questionable as fuck) to buy the “cheap stuff”. Because either 1: It’s not Palo Santo, or 2: It’s poached.
Did you know that White Sage is becoming scarce in the wild due to over-harvesting for the Newage market? It’s not the only one, either. Aloeswood, Sandalwood, Dragon’s Blood, Frankincense and several others are under serious, dangerous, levels of pressure.
If you have to call on these “allies” - you need to be responsible with your use of them. This is not an issue of “feel-good” ecology, this is an issue of essential conservation - so that there is not an age where Dragon’s Blood is as mythical as it’s namesake.
The great thing is that there are analogues, and there is horticulture. With enough effort you can find decent substitutes or begin growing your own plants (try Alchemy Works for seeds). Combining this with respectful, carefully-sourced, purchases will go a long way toward ensuring these species don’t go extinct because of the newage market.
Additionally? This is also a spot where it’s a really great idea to evaluate whether these things have any actual place or purpose in YOUR practice. Are these things, which are often from disparate cultures, of particular value to your specific culture and practice? Because consumption of the limited resource may prevent a person native to that culture from obtaining it - and uh… that’s something that bears a lot of intense thinking-on and probably some backing-the-hell-off-at-a-high-rate-of-speed.
Thought provoking info people.
I tell people this when they come in and are shocked by the sage and palo santo prices, which are reasonable really. We JUST got in some more palo santo in after having to find another ethical source for it. You don’t actually need that much. A stick of palo santo will last a long time. Don’t throw out the little nibs, it’s still good, promise.
Also there are a LOT of other options as far as cleansing and blessing methods go. Around here I point out Rosemary most often (not just because it happens to be my favorite, along with Juniper, because Sage just does not resonate and makes me cough) because it actually is EVERYWHERE. Most people have a bush of it growing in their yards, or a neighbors, or walk past it on the way to work. Great for cleansing, protection, blessing all of the above. You can burn it, you can use it with salt and holy water to asperge, You can hang it from the doorways.
Possibilities they are out there.