Made this because of yet another Tumblr fiasco! Im a queer witch trying to find a new home that offers the same quirkyness as tumblr. But without the problems :)
“I beat the boss I am stuck on”
A request! Thanks!
Ah yes, my favorite pastime: getting so upset over Tumblr politics that I put on music and imagine music videos for the songs in excruciating detail instead
The flat Earth society has started a cult that sacrifices people by throwing them off the edge of the Earth. You are their first victim.
You blink open your eyes, groaning at the sudden pain you feel on your forehead. “What happened?” You mumble.
There is shuffling in front of you. “-is awake,” you hear a distant voice say.
Suddenly you’re sopping wet, a bucket landing dully at your feet. “What the FUCK,” you exclaim.
Your hands are handcuffed behind you, and your feet are tied to the chair you’ve just woken up in.
In front of you is a group of five people, all wearing masks and what look like Jedi robes made by a not-very-creative cosplayer. “We are the Flat Earth Society, and you are our sacrifice.”
You can’t help but burst out laughing, “What… the hell-” you manage to get out between giggles, “-are you talking about? The Earth is round!”
You can’t see the faces of this so called society, but if you could, you know they would have just shut down. That was the wrong thing to say.
“The Earth is FLAT!” An angry member of the small cult shouts, “And you are our sacrifice! We shall drop you over the edge of the Earth to appease It!”
“Okay, sure,” you say.
Obviously, these people are your kidnappers, which is pretty fucked up, but they also think the world is flat and throwing you off the edge will be somehow beneficial, so it’s not like they can actually kill you. In theory. Maybe you can convince them a small ditch is the edge of the world and just crawl out the other side. Hell, even a small ledge would be fine. You’d suffer a broken leg if it meant you could just go the fuck home.
“Why… are you so readily agreeable to be our sacrifice? Do you understand our cause?”
“Ha, no.” You say impulsively. You immediately and internally wince, trying to channel old acting skills from that one time you joined theater club. “I mean… yes. I’m ready to be your sacrifice, and I even know where the edge of the world is. I can take you there. It’s-”
The apparent leader of the society speaks, interrupting what you thought was a convincing spiel, “We already know where the edge of the world is.”
They say this menacingly. You wonder if you should be scared.
“Um, okay.”
“It’s what your people call The Grand Canyon.”
Your first thought is ‘”Your people?“ Dude, you’re also human.‘
Your second thought, one you voice aloud, is "Fuck.”
Oddly enough, they all come to my work too (except the barista at Barnes).
This one guy was wearing a Mjolnir necklace, and I complimented it. He thanked me and told me it meant a lot, because it’s a symbol for his religion. Then he followed that statement with “but I feel you already knew that.”
A young lady was in my shop today and was asking about tea, and talking about lavender and aromatherapy, and I noticed her moon tattoo on her left forearm. I told her it was lovely, and she thanked me and told me that she loves the moon. She leaned across the counter and whispered “She gives me strength.” I told her I felt the same way, and she got all happy and said “So you know!” and I really feel like we just had this connection about it without having to come out and say (in front of the other guests in my shop) that we’re witches, or we study the occult, or any of the like.
At Barnes, the young man at the cafe had a beautiful Amethyst necklace, which (you guessed it) I complimented and asked if it was Amethyst. He was quite surprised and happy that I knew, so he told me all about the shop in town where he got it, and a few other hole-in-the-wall places between Naples and Fort Myers that sell things like crystals and herbs and incense. Places that don’t have websites and aren’t on yellow pages or the like.
I have had so many experiences where one of us compliments the other on our jewelry, or a tattoo, or a piece of clothing and it launches us into a conversation about the occult, or witchy things, or even just Paganism, but neither one directly says that it’s what it is. We help each other out, give each other little tips and tricks (and sometimes I will tell people which teas I use for spells and incense and baths) and we go our separate ways. I like to think that they think of our exchange at least a little, because these exchanges give me a type of energy that I quite enjoy, and they make my weeks more fun and full of color.
These are some pictures from an amazing app I downloaded today!
The app is called Tap Tap Fish, and it’s made to help with anxiety and mental health. It centers around a stone on the ocean floor (the stone reminds you to take care of yourself throughout the day!) which you can grow coral on. You can also add fish to the aquarium.
While it’s a beautiful game that also helps with anxiety, it’s great for sea witches too! You can just sit there and listen to the sounds while meditating, or use it for virtual witchcraft.
So, like many tarot readers, you’ve fallen prey to the decklust bug. The decks, they are many. Your shelf space is lacking. What to do?
Did you know that those old card catalogue drawers are a perfect fit for most standard sized decks?
Larger decks can fit too….
Deckbags…
Available for a steal at an antiques market or yard sale (if you’re lucky). You too can embrace your inner librarian, and save your decks from a dusty shelf, or hazardous heap of deck bags.
They come in all sorts of sizes:
and different materials, too:
… even better, they make an excellent surface for a tiny altar…. not shown ; )
Be warned, the empty space encourages new decks to arrive and fill the gaps!!
Candlelight-magick 