southerncunning:

leaping-hare-witchery:

norgabbi-breathes:

leaping-hare-witchery:

So y’all know how much of a slut I am for brooms. A friend of mine, who has requested I call her Alaric in this post, made one hell of a broom, I asked if I could share this with you guys. Here’s what Alaric has to say about this piece:

“It’s made of pine, pine straw, Taiwanese rain tree, and unnamed local Thorned tree. There’s the quartz on the top of the shaft secured by wax that is been melted with thorns and ash. Four hag-stones are secured by wire around the top of the broom. Each of the thorn branches were tied together in groups of 3 to 4 while ecstatically chanting this at night:

‘In my thorny spiders web,
I catch what /I/ wish to catch.
Let loose, what /I/ wish let loose.
And /I EAT/ what I wish to eat.’

The other broom materials are put in later. It’s purpose is to literally rip, sweep, and ensnare. Iron nails are put into the brush. It’s use is protective, for cleaning a space, and as a weapon.
For instance, while sweeping around the house, I say:

‘I sweep up all illness,
I rip it from the walls,
I tear away all sickness,
I scrape it from the halls. There is no room for misery, there is no room for pain,
I am the master of this house-
Let nothing ill remain.’

I say it with power and conviction and make my intentions /very/ clear. It’s meant for use of unwelcome spirits as well.”

Hi, Alaric here! There isn’t much else to say here, my freind @leaping-hare-witchery, covered it perfectly. I’ve been away from tumblr for a while and I’ve never once attempted a blog for my craft, but I’m interested in the community so I thought I’d try my hand!

I think the biggest thing to note is that the thorn I used turned out to be hawthorn.

The way I came upon it was this:

Walking through my neighborhood forest…

(The kind of thicket no one cares for; The place for those small groups of life closed in on by modern living; The place the growing world forgot; The place where things are hidden, criminals seek out, the ignorant dump, the homeless sleep; The place where bitter spirits lie in wait, and the place where I am free: my home. )

.. and calling out. I can’t remember my chant, but like the best of them, it came from nowhere and it came from the soul. I was looking precisely for thorns. At the time, my hopes were small: anything from brambleberry bramble to a length of Florida Catbrier.

However, as I proceeded down the path I was set to follow, none of these usually over-abundant ‘weeds’ could be found. I was starting to give up when I stumbled out into a clearing.

There sat the most beautiful thorny tree: short and twisted. Wrapped around its base was a snakeskin. Make of that what you will…

The tree spoke to me saying: Take all from me that is dead.

It was amazing. In this end it benefited us both: giving me what I needed, and making room for new wick branches in the spring.

As I took the branches, my finger pricked.

Guyssss! The friend who made this broom has finally made a tumblr! Go give her a follow and check out what’s to come.

One of the most wonderful witches I’ve ever met has joined tumblr. Welcome aboard!