da-at-ass:

spiritscraft:

ofwoodandbone:

The thing about the witch flame is that, in traditional belief, it has to be lit, usually by spirits, but sometimes other witches can do it too. 

However, there are some who have flames already burning. Those are born witches. 
Sometimes the spark is there, but all it needs is a bit of tinder. Those are people who might be talented at witchery, but are not necessarily born with it.

But even those people with flames already burning, they pair with spirits and their flame turns into a bonfire. There is always more to be gained. 

Just to add to this really great post—in most cases, I have found, people who are drawn to witchcraft enough to stick with it have the “flame” and it’s just a matter of time for things to get lit.

Sometimes it just takes awhile for a witch to realize that, whoops, they’ve actually been on fire this whole time.

lalunaunita:

reddit-tales:

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Wow.

geminitaurus:

let scorpio season be a month of self discovery, transformation and rebirth. don’t fight the transformational energy, it will ultimately be in your best interests even if the process of losing a part of yourself is daunting, you will rise from the ashes stronger than ever.

systlin:

You do you, man. If you feel better on a vegan diet, go for it. Just don’t try to get me to stop eating animal protein. Vegan diets don’t supply some B vitamins, but that can be supplemented.

But honestly, animal husbandry goes hand in hand with farming plant based foods. Chickens are going to lay eggs even without a rooster. Those eggs will just rot unless collected and eaten. And you want chickens, because they are A+++ natural pest control in gardens, and chicken dung is an excellent fertilizer to improve soil fertility for more plant food. And chickens die, eventually; why waste the meat? Even if you never slaughter a chicken, there is no good reason not to eat eggs and the chickens themselves once they get old and die. Save the feathers; those make good stuffing for pillows and mattresses.

Same for goats. Goats can live on marginal land where no crops can be grown, eat almost anything, and produce high quality milk, far more than a baby goat can drink. So, drink the milk, eat the goat when it dies. Compost the dung and use as fertilizer. Use the leather for whatever you need leather for.  

Pigs can live off kitchen scraps. During WW2 in England, it was common for people to form a “Pig Club” to fatten a pig on scraps and then butcher it and share the meat. It was a good way of turning waste into food. Tan the hide, use the leather.

Veganism isn’t better for the environment. Going VEGETARIAN to a large extent, where you still eat eggs and cheese, might be a good compromise, and would make sure you get the proteins and B vitamins a vegan diet lacks. But honestly, the idea that veganism is somehow better for the environment is a myth.

systlin:

Interestingly the reason I know this is because I’ve read the Poetic Edda. 

It was traditional in many Northern European cultures to gift a child a small amount of money…a 

tand-fé, or Tooth-Fee…when they lost their first tooth, as a small celebration of a life milestone achieved. Also because the Norse thought that a child’s tooth worn into battle as a talisman would bring luck. 

(If nothing else, I suppose that wearing one of your children’s milk-teeth as a reminder of what you had waiting for you at home would be good motivation to, y’know, not fucking die. Sort of like taping a picture of your kids into your helmet, like modern soldiers do sometimes.) 

ANYway, moving forward in time, there was a lot of superstition around teeth, and they were often either buried or burned to prevent them being used to work Bad Mojo on kids. It was found that it was easier to get kids to give up their teeth if you paid them off, probably by some dude in a tavern going “How the fuck do I get my kid’s milk teeth away from him once he loses them so that I can burn them to prevent a witch from cursing him” and some dude of Norse descent going “Just pay the kid off we’ve done that in my family for like, forever, works a charm.”

The story of a fairy creeping in to take them and leaving money was a fairly modern addition, probably intended simply to be a fun story to tell kids and to make the standard bribe-kids-to-part-with-teeth-with-money practice a little more fun. 

Also, never ever actually give any fey any part of your body that is a VERY BAD idea. 

lyrium:

tbh 95% of being a witch is just thinking about how cool it is and rarely doing any actual witchcraft