and i finally feel like I can shed my summer skin. i can say goodbye to the girl dripping with apathy, sweat on her brow and malice in her heart. i can say goodbye to the sticky lethargy that held me like amber. i can embrace the autumn witch within, i can say hello to the waiting spirits, full of open arms and haunted songs. the scarlet of burning, neon lights fades into deep crimson. the heat of a distant star becomes butterfly kisses of a sweet breeze. the leaves die, yes, but something blossoms inside of me. something velvet, chilly, haunting. something wicked.
Procedure: On a piece of paper (small enough to fit in the bowl of water) write down any difficulties you’ve recently faced, any worries you have, and/or anything else that is negatively impacting you. Drop the paper in the bowl and stir counterclockwise until the ink has blurred completely or you feel enough time has passed. As you stir, picture the negative energy of the words you wrote being banished. Dispose of the water and paper.
On a second sheet of paper, write about your hopes and ideas for the future, or any activities you’d like to accomplish this season. Burn that paper in the fireproof bowl. Scatter the ashes outside.
This is a spell from my old blog that I’m still proud of and it’s relevant today, soooo I’ll just leave this here.
A few months ago, I bought a book of Sylvia Plath poetry.
About two days later, I found out some unsavory things about her that made me no longer want to read her work and the book began collecting dust on my bookshelf. Now I’m not one to let things go to waste, and when I was cleaning said bookshelf this morning I decided to try a thing I’ve always wanted to do, because why the fuck not. So I took the Sylvia Plath book I will never read and turned it into something that you can’t read anyway.
Ta da!
Does anyone know what type of tree this might be from? Most of the bark peeled off but I tried to get pictures that showed the remaining bark
Here’s a lovely trashy idea: put a sigil on your trash can for cursing that is charged by the trash that’s in it. If you’re a secret witch, it can be written in a sharpie the same color as the can, invisible ink, or hell even lemon juice.
The main point, however, is that it can be used permanently because we are dirty humans who always have trash. Perfect for people who are straight up irredeemable and are trash themselves (*cough* 45) or even bigger organizations/people that will require a lot of built up energy to fight (*cough* Nazis). Just (rotten) food for thought.
Candlelight-magick 