Witch’s Ladder Iron Key Curse

skepticaloccultist:

“Take a length of waxed cotton twine to bind the spirits tight,
as long as your forearm, soaked in red wine for a fortnight.

Tie three sprigs of mugwort, culled under the summer moon,
dried through the winter, burned as spectre’s commune.

With cunning words we bind together in aged knotted script,
three iron nails dug from the earth of a rotted crypt.

Take an old penny with a hole driven into the Queen’s eye,
and through it slip the wine soak cotton so that it may lie.

Bind a rabbit bone to give agency to that earthbound wight,
that from the grave they may ride out in harrowed flight.

With an iron key to anchor our spell and lock away secrets true,
or open forgotten doors through which our dreams are born anew.”

normal-horoscopes:

thetatteredveil:

thetatteredveil:

Some of you never left orange slices and honey wine out on the windowsill to thank what spoke to you when you wandered off the forest trail and stumbled upon a great grey stone with grains like spiraling shells, and a stag’s skull with a starling nest in one of the eyes that was perched atop like an offering, like the last remains of a once-forgotten god who used the last of its miracles to lead you to this place in the vain hope that you might know the old paths, and if not, to at least feel the splendour of a mortal’s wonder one last time before the final and longest rest

it doesnt really show but statistically i know some of you haven’t

MY LADY SAYS THANKS

phloridas:

“no one stood up for me, when it mattered the most. and that almost cost me everything. so if you see a woman being harassed, a gay being threatened, someone muttering something racist, say something. do something. because if you’re silent, the victim will just think that you are against them too.”

Pink and Wisteria :) Feel free to just describe home instead of giving locations. The “vibe” of home can be beautiful.

Pink: Where is home? –
Home is where my bare feet rest on soft grass and cool earth. It’s where the wind plays in my hair and brings with it the scent of flowers. It’s where the sun shines some days and others the rain pours in torrents as I sit and watch from my porch.

Home is mountains and crystal clear streams that wind through wilderness. It’s deep wooded forests that are wild and untouched and teeming with wildlife. It’s glades and fields full of wildflowers and grasses so tall you can lay and get lost for hours while watching the clouds roll over you. It’s peace and quiet and just still enough to slow your heartbeat.

It’s where I met my father and my brother and where I grew the fuck up when I desperately needed to. Here I’ve met countless deities and made lifelong friends of some, enemies of others for unspeakable things. Home is where I run when nothing is going right and when everything is just perfect. It’s in my head, but maybe that’s not entirely true – it’s just north and a little off center. Home is my headspace and it’s everything I make it and nothing I don’t.

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

– Pagan Portals – Hekate: A Devotional: Vivienne Moss and I’m working on Tara Sanchez’s Temple of Hekate at the moment. ^_^

Thanks so much for asking! I’ve missed writing and sharing with y’all! ❤

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chuusoftbot:

paigeypaige19:

“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

— Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

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