winebrightruby:

I see posts pretty often in the tags about feeling disconnected from the gods, and I heartily, vociferously encourage you:

to pour a glass of water, take it outside, say “thank you/I love you, [god’s name]”, and pour it out

Make offerings. When you struggle with focus or feel unsettled or think you can’t concentrate, that’s what ritual is for. That’s what the patterns are for. Make an offering, tell Them thank you. Repeat forever.

a spell to attract other witches

spellcraftbaby:

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this spell is for the solitary witch; it creates an aura around you that attracts witches, as well as hones your psychic mind to find witches when you’re out and about. best done during a full moon. you will need:

✦ a small pouch or bag

✦  a bell

✦  st. john’s wort (protection against evil magic, clairvoyance, general magic)

✦  sugar (good energy, attraction, summoning)

✦  cloves (gaining what is sought, energy)

1.  after casting your circle, turn to the four corners/directions of your magick space and ring the bell to announce yourself and call the attention of the energy around you.

2. hold the cloves in your hands. inhale their scent and meditate for a moment about the power of your own witchcraft, and imagine it projecting further and further out, making it noticeable to witches who are perceptive to energies. as you do this, the cloves will help carry that energy for you. place some of the cloves in the pouch and set the rest aside.

3. hold a bit of st. john’s wort in your hands and hone in on your own clairvoyance and intuition. whisper to the st. john’s wort that you wish to strengthen your perception of other witches. place some in the pouch and set the rest aside.

4. to complete the ritual, sprinkle some sugar onto your tongue to bring good energy and summon what you seek from the spell. sprinkle the rest of the cloves and st. john’s wort outside your house, and carry the pouch with you.

zellua:

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“Beware the autumn people… For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life…For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eyes? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles- breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.”

– Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”