“Magick does not offer an escape from ordinary reality: rather it offers a full-on confrontation with it, which one can easily lose.”
-Peter Carroll
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This is a set of Devotional Beads I custom-crafted for a client, which I share here as an example of the work I do.
For this particular garland, I utilized alternating main beads of Polished Jet and Jasperized Wood, as well as counter-beads I made by varnishing and drilling rare Heirloom Redbeans from my the client's homeland. The focal pendant is a Hagstone I polished with a personally devised Holy Oil, and the other is a Sterling Silver charm which bears personal significance to the recipient.
As ever, I am open for custom rosary commissions, so please feel free to reach out with any questions through tbe messaging system on this blog if you'd like to arrange and order a similarly unique piece!
What are some of your favorite occult bloggers?
Active/Inactive/Self Promotions are all cool.
Here are some of mine. Feel like I’m forgetting some at the moment.
“Spirit work can be very scattering of your awareness and it’s important that we bring ourselves back to ourselves.
That we stand at this kind of crossroads of all of these options when we do magic. And the idea is to, not just balance on the knife point, of that choice, or chance, or change, but to pick a path.
And to move forward in some way and to orient ourselves. But then to navigate, and to chart, and to navigate those charts that we set.
Right so this notion of centering yourself, what are the experiences that bring you back to yourself in order to pursue those results more thoroughly is part of the ongoing work.”
- Dr. Al Cummins (interview)
Writing about the parable of the Prodigal Son:
“The Greek phrase that in English is translated as: the younger son “squandered his property” is actually much stronger and richer in the original. Literally, the phrase means: he “scattered his substance.”’ And so these are two states of the soul; we can live in a way that is so scattered that the substance, the essence, of who we are, is forgotten. But then, in a moment, we can come to ourselves; we can realize what we’ve forgotten, and who we are.“
~ Andrew Marr (a Benedictine monk)
This photo, taken in a forest, looks like an eye.
odd, weird, strange and unusual
Per some requests for specific info and a comment someone made that “other” people should share their ritual/dailies/practice or whatnot:
Part I: This is a rough outline/timeline of how my practice evolved.
Part II: I’ll sorta explain my regular working area.
Part III - … daily ritual I did the morning before the original post.
Per some requests for specific info and a comment someone made that “other” people should share their ritual/dailies/practice or whatnot:
Part I: This is a rough outline/timeline of how my practice evolved.
Part II: I’ll sorta explain my regular working area and share a post of yesterday morning’s daily.
Next Part III - … daily ritual I did the morning before the original post.
I swear I am not part of the Old Witch With Candy House side of Tumblr.
But... I thought everyone knew it is a long cooking time on a low flame
*amateurs thinking you can get 80 lbs of meat off a kid
“Just be quiet, be still. Look at the birds, the sky, the beauty, the rich qualities of human existence. Just watch silently and be aware. Into that silence comes that something which is not measurable, which is not of time.”
— J.Krishnamurti
Weapons [Sintober 17/31]
Sintober: Weapons
“Better the bramble than the blackthorn, but better the blackthorn than the devil.”
‘Weapons’ is represented by bacteria-tipped blackthorn spines coated with ‘living’ [fresh] graveyard dirt from a 17th century black magician’s final resting place.
Both ingredients were collected on a stormy Saturday during gale-force winds for a personal working. The unsterile thorns pierced a poppet creating puncture wounds that were fed a malefic mix of living graveyard dirt, Bird’s faeces, and a few other baneful ingredients.
see also: #blackthorn, #sintober
Zodiacal Releasing
Tomorrow, by the Hellenistic astrology technique called Zodiacal Releasing (calculator tool here), I move from a Level-1 period amplifying my eighth house, to a Level-1 period amplifying my ninth house. It feels a little bit like Galadriel saying, “I will be diminished, and go into the West,” for me, because by ZR’s rules/framing, I’m going from a high-energy, high activity period that began in the 1990s, to a low energy period that won’t end until the 2040s. to put this another way, I started my current period when I was in my 20s… and this period that begins tomorrow, won’t end until I’m in my 70s.
The wax was usually originally in the form of church candles that had been blessed by a priest. Paraskovia Moroz emphasized the importance of candles for healing, particularly church candles. She pointed out connections between candles and rituals used to mark the stages of the life cycle (birth, marriage, and death). She also lauded the curative power of smoke from church candles, saying that this smoke “over one’s head” and “over one’s shoulders” had the power to “disperse all evil”.
Paraskovia Moroz indicated that a local priest brought her the blessed candles, but other babky said they took candles from the church secretly, since the priests forbade them to use blessed church candles in the wax ritual. Some healers indicated that they frequently got their “blessed” wax by collecting the melted wax from used candles from the local church. Mykola Fedorts’o acquired candles from a female acquaintance that worked in the local church. Pavlina Zolota’s brother acquired church candles from the village priest and gave them to her. Some babky reported that their patients brought them the wax for the ritual, either in the form of church candles or beeswax from a domestic beehive. Tetiana Havron made her own wax candles for the ritual. In general, the babky seemed to agree that blessed candle wax was preferable, but that any type of natural beeswax would suffice.
Waxing Like the Moon: Women Folk Healers in Rural Western Ukraine by Sarah D. Philips














