Manifestation-Methods That Have Worked For Me

Manifesting your life with scripting!

💫 Start writing down your dream life in the present tense. Everything you desire, jot it down like it’s already happening. As if it’s already happened and you’re living it now. This is a script, you are the author of your life and you are in control of what you will receive.

💫 Be descriptive and precise. When you think of scripts, you think of films, right? What are movie scripts like? The director makes sure to include every single detail so that they receive everything they want in the end product. If they want the camera to pan to the corner, they will write that down. If they want a character to look a certain way, they will be explicative. If they want their character to jump over a fence, they’ll write exactly that.

💫 Don’t forget the emotion. Along being descriptive, you must also be passionate about what you are writing. When there is a fire within you to want what you want, the Universe hears you. Don’t confuse this with desperation. This isn’t an ache, but rather a fervour for your intention. The former is negative, the latter is positive.

💫 Visualise it. What is it that you want? Visualise that thing, person, feeling. Take it a notch higher by imagining the smells, the texture, the way you feel having what you want. Whenever you choose to visualise, make sure you’re undisturbed and have time to envision everything. The best time, personally, is bedtime. That way you can fall asleep to your goals and end up dreaming about them.

💫 Express your gratitude whenever you script. Let the Universe know that you appreciate her magic and that you are thankful for every small opportunity she blesses you with. Even if the Universe takes you only a step closer to your goal and doesn’t give you exactly what you want, celebrate. The more grateful you are, the faster you will achieve your desires.

strawberry luck spell

strawberries are well known in magick to bring about good fortune and favourable circumstances. this is a simple spell to call the energy of the strawberry and bring you luck and perhaps help improve the outcome of a situation. best done during a waxing moon. you will need:

♥  a large ripe strawberry (luck, fortune, favor)

♥  a pinch of sugar (getting what you wish for)

♥ a green candle (good luck and fortune)

light the green candle and hold the strawberry in your hand. pluck the leaf from the top and wave it over the flame (so as not to burn it), then place it in front of the candle to rest.

as you hold the strawberry, think about the issue at hand and what you’d like the outcome to be. meditate on that until you feel as though the strawberry has been adequately charged.

sprinkle a bit of sugar onto your tongue and then eat the strawberry. blow out the candle, and carry the strawberry leaf in your pocket to bring good luck with you.

Self-Love Spell

Materials:

Ritual:

It is hard for others to love you if you do not love yourself first. Sit on the floor or on your bed in a comfortable position and surround yourself with all your beauty and skin-care products. Imagine that these products are covered in a pink light. Slowly start to run your hands over your body from your feet to your head. As you connect with your body, start the chant:

“Love within, love without,

I love myself without doubt.”

After a while, you will start to feel the pink light become part of your body. At this point, begin to apply the after-shower lotion and repeat the chant. As you smooth the lotion over your skin, visualize the pink light entering you through your pores. When you have covered your body from head to toe, stand up and speak loudly:

“I am loved.”

Continue to get ready for the day as you normally would. If at any tie in the future you begin to feel less confident or a little down in the dumps, use the same after-shower lotion and repeat the procedure above. Any of the other products that were charged in the spell with pink light can also be used to instantly make you feel better.

To keep items charged, repeat the spell once a month, preferably under the new moon for growth.

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Tips for baby witches, lazy witches, tired witches, or any witch really:

When you’re just starting out, or even when you’re just too drained to practice your craft like you used to, it can feel like there isn’t enough magic in your life. This is your daily reminder that a lot of the time, the only difference between routine and magick is intent.

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People tend to think that growing up asexual in a conservative Christian home is simple. Your parents don’t want you to have sex, you’re not going to have sex. Simple.

When in fact, it still fucks you up, just in a much subtler way.

Conservative Christians are actually obsessed with sex. It’s no wonder, because sexual feelings are a natural part of the human experience for many people. You have to work hard to do away with something that is a natural part of you. You have to shove it into a little box and every time it slips out (cause it will, you’re human) you have to shove it back in. And then beat yourself up for letting it slip out.

It becomes this mystical force that will ruin your life, unless you let it out at the right time. When there’s a ring on it and not a moment before. Unless of course you’re attracted to the same sex, and in that case, Never.

Everyone knows that puberty is when sexual awakening starts. And if parents want to nip it in the bud they have to stay on top of that shit, and this is the time when most teenagers start considering sex. If you’re a “normal” sexual individual starting to get those urges, you have to sneak around your parents boundaries to pursue or even learn about this stuff. Your parents know that, and are waiting around corners to catch you with promise rings and pamphlets about STDs and passages in the Bible that say “don’t have sex”.

When you’re asexual, you’re watching all this from the outside. You see your peers sneaking round corners, and you don’t really care. When you were twelve your parents said “don’t have sex!” and you said “Ok!” and went back to drawing dragons. Nothing has changed since you became a teenager. But your parents are watching you with hawk eyes, and they’re even more frustrated when they see you showing no interest in sex at all. EVERYONE has sexual urges they have to curb, so you must just be really good at hiding it. So they watch you closer and closer and closer. You saunter round the corner your peers would be sneaking round, and your parents pop out and scream “Were you having sex!?” and you scream “No?!” because you were startled by this ambush and the idea of sex that couldn’t be farther from your mind but they take your vehement denial to be a sign of guilt and they keep pressing and pressing and pressing…

It gets even weirder when you’re assigned female. Cause you can say “I don’t have sexual feelings at all” and your mother will say “you’re a woman, of course you don’t. No woman does.” But they’re still waiting round those corners for you to slip up and do the sex. And they give you this picture of the future that “you’re a woman and you don’t want sex, but men NEED sex they NEED IT SO BAD so it’s something you’re going to have to do to keep your man happy”. If you’ve got a somewhat progressive mother she’ll add, “don’t worry, you’ll love it you’ll have so much fun once you’re married” to keep it from becoming a creepy lay-back-and-think-of-England thing, but it still becomes this thing that people will do TO you. You don’t need to have feelings at all on the matter, it’ll just happen.

Not to mention there’s the idea that marriage is the highest of achievements cause like, God is both male and female so when a male and a female marry they are basically the closest to God they’re ever gonna get. It’s ultimate happiness AND you FINALLY get to have the sex that’s been denied you and how on earth does a kid tell their parents they don’t want what is, for them, the greatest prize in this life?

All these messages are weird as fuck for an asexual kid. You don’t really care about this mystical force, but your parents, your pastor, your church peers, are always shoving it in your face as something awful and wonderful. So you get the idea that it’s something super important you never got the memo for. Just like in mainstream society, where sex is the Best Thing Ever, no one believes you when you say you don’t want it.

All of this has, for me at least, led to severe anxiety surrounding the topics of sex and marriage. It may be different for other people, but I think it’s safe to say that things aren’t simple for any of us when it comes to a heteronormative, sex negative and yet sex obsessed society.

There’s a difference between parents who want you to be happy, and parents who want you to look happy.

 If your parents want you to be happy, they will be there for you when you need them, and help you with your struggles. They’ll take your pain seriously. They wont make fun of your problems when that hurts you. They’ll point out your good sides. They’ll let you know they hold you valuable and important no matter what the rest of the world says about you. They’ll make sure you know they’re on your side, here to protect and get you out of trouble, that if something happens you have backup, you have a safety to fall back on. They’ll make sure you have a place you belong to, place where you’re welcome and wanted. They’ll be a source of comfort, warmth and support.

If your parents want you to look happy, they’ll demand that you stuff down your emotions and play an act of a child who doesn’t need anything or anyone, who is just fine the way things are, no matter how bad things are for you. They’ll dictate what you’re allowed to think of them and how you’re supposed to react on anything and everything they do. They’ll demand you hide your pain, your symptoms, your anger, your fear, anything that makes them look like less than perfect parents has to go. They’ll let you know that they are important, you aren’t. Their emotions and needs and desires are important, yours aren’t. Their pain has to be paid back, yours has to be ignored and forgotten. Your life falls back on what is and isn’t convenient to them, every part of you is judged only by how much use they can have of it. And of course, they’ll tell you they did it all for your sake, because if they didn’t, who knows how awful you would turn out. 

If they say they want you to be happy, but their actions tell you that you need to look happy “or else”, they’re abusive parents, and they do not care about your happiness.

Listen.

It’s not okay to have your child be scared of you. That isn’t respect. That’s control. 

It’s not okay to have your child obey you at all times in order for you to love them. That isn’t high standards. That’s manipulation.

It’s not okay to force your child become what you wanted to become. That isn’t wanting the best for them. That’s living vicariously through them.

It’s not okay to take away your child’s basic needs as a punishment. That isn’t teaching them. That’s hindering them. 

It’s not okay to dictate your child’s sexuality or gender. That isn’t normalizing them. That’s repressing them.

It’s not okay to berate your child’s appearance or intelligence for being what you think is sub-par. That isn’t toughening them. That’s bullying them.

It’s not okay to take out your stress on your child. That isn’t parenting. That is abusing.

It’s completely okay to distance yourself from your parents. That’s not unloving. That, sometimes, is self care.

I can’t count the amount of times I’ve prayed to God asking for his mercy by killing me in my sleep and erasing every memory of me from everyone’s lives so I can finally be at peace.

Whether I end up in hell or not doesn’t make a difference. I’ve already been and now it lives inside me.

But still I don’t think God’s listening.

It can happen to all of us.

It's disgusting that I actually feel healthier starving myself than I do when I'm eating. This disorder is literally hell.

— 6:23pm

Does anyone else just constantly touch thier fat?

Like, I am always feeling it, always checking it in the mirror, always trying to tell if there’s more or less… Does anyone else do this or just me?

Another before and after , 13kg difference

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