“Remember why you became a polytheist. Perhaps you prayed and Someone unexpected answered. Perhaps a Goddess tapped you on the shoulder and said “you’re mine.” Perhaps you realized that the world is better explained by many Gods of limited power and scope than by one all-powerful God and you decided that following Them was the best way to order your life. It’s hard to be spiritual when your roof is leaking. If your current situation has dampened your enthusiasm for the Gods, Their virtues, and Their work, it’s understandable. And usually, They understand too – They tend to have a longer and wider perspective than we do. But whatever your reason for becoming a polytheist, it was valid then and it’s still valid now.”
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John Beckett
“Polytheism in Difficult Times“
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Attention is energy. What you think about, you bring about.
a family doesn’t have to be a man, a woman, and their children. a family can be a witch and three death gods
“I AM READY to PROSPER BEYOND my WILDEST DREAMS. it’s TIME!”
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Black Magic, Black Skin: Decolonizing White Witchcraft
written by me. Enjoy
This article is incredible and so well written and articulate. I feel like it’s a necessary read for a lot of witches coming from European based backgrounds so you can start to understand how toxic witchcraft can be for POC in terms of vidibility and it’s representations of “good” vs. “bad”
Seal of Planets –
From the top left descending: The Sun, the Moon, nestled in the “Horns” of Mercury is the Star, which then becomes Venus (note the inverted Seal of Sulphur), then Saturn.
On the right, descending: Earth, which touches Mars – and Uranus – which sit on the bough of Jupiter, to the left is Pluto and its moon, Charon, all of which rest on the inverted Trident of Neptune.
As far as uses go, best for works involving: Cosmic Oneness, Completion, Unity, Balance, Collective Archetypes and Community. Also, micro-cosmically for things involving the faceted psyche, consciousness or soul.
The Witch of ‘Too Much’
Were you ever ‘too much’?
Witches usually are- we grow up being ‘too much’. You saw too much, you asked too much, you knew too much. You read too much in school and you talked too much in class. When you got home, you loved too many things; stray cats, birds with broken wings, and sickly houseplants at the back of the grocery store. You had too many ratty books ‘rescued’ from the libraries burn pile, and your bedroom had too much junk; rocks, seashells, bits of paper, half-finished crafts….sound familiar?
You were probably punished for your too much. You learned to push it down, to cover it up and pretend to walk with your eyes forward and your brain empty like everyone else. You knew there was more, knew that someone or something out there could help you find more, but you were stuck with ‘enough’.
But over the years, your ‘too much’ began sprouting through the cracks, didn’t it? Like dandelions defying the toxic concrete above them, your true self breaks through into the sunlight again and again. And just like a dandelion, I promise that each time you’re free, you brighten everything around you. Sometimes you draw attention to a flaw in the system, even while showing how that flaw doesn’t have to be one at all. Other times, your’s are the actions that say, ‘This is okay! This is exciting, look, I’m doing it!’
In my personal opinion, that’s what makes a ‘natural witch’. That’s the origin of the crooked path. The dirt trail that deviates from the main road, and those who dare to walk it, are where we find real magic. There’s power in repetition, yes. In tradition, and following the steps of those before you. But there’s also power in seeking, in trying and searching and finding until you’re laying there absolutely exhausted, but satisfied at last with what you found.
Real witches are an endangered species. No one minds the armchair wizard, who collects secret tomes but has never done a single ritual. They’re tame. They’re safe. But the witches who walk with open eyes and pointing fingers, well, those are nuisances. They demand change, and work both mundanely and magically for it. They’re loud, they’re brash, they’re WEIRD…
…they’re ‘too much’.
And thank all the Gods for them.
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