I See God

Yes my friend, I’ve truly seen God in the calm clear eye of a hurricane walking the silent stillness of early morn as marigolds stretch to greet the rain The master artist working His Magic engineering a snowflake’s perfect design when we share our prose and poetry I see his touch and smile in every line From walking the moon to waging peace His Hand guides every loving act we do equally at home with young and old my wonderful friend, I see God in you A child’s dreams, an old man’s memories He’s our living, breathing, loving prayer with you dear child in every breath can you still not see He’s everywhere

The three steps of Witchcraft.

P.S. “Foundation Meditation”: *As you inhale visualize and Will, white light in and or around your entire body, make it brighter and stronger with every inhale.

— Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (via books-n-quotes)

— e.v.e.  (via heartofmuse)

I guess this is kinda a Knowledge post, but I’m not tagging it as such because it’s more of my opinions than anything. Just a few things related to the Craft and how I define them to myself. Enjoy!

Hello! Waya here with a little post about my personal views on different words related to the Craft and what they mean to me. Just a few opinions, of course. Jumping right in…

“Witch” and words related to it: a practitioner of witchcraft in any form. Can be male, female, and anyone in between or otherwise. Some males have the view that “witches” are typically or always female, and so they call themselves a wizard. Yeah, sure, fine, whatever floats your boat. The word warlock, to me, means a witch who is.. I don’t want to say “evil” because of course witchcraft is a spectrum, but a witch who takes advantage of or controls others and generally uses magick for ill purposes is a warlock to me.

Magick and Magic: I actually have a post on this, but in a nutshell, “magic” is illusion, sleight of hand, and generally what you expect from a magician at a childs birthday party. “Magick” is the reserve of energy and a life force that witches like us can tap into and manipulate.

Athame versus Boline: both are ritual knives, however, an Athame is used as a conducter of power and is typically not used as a knife would be. Reserved for ritualistic purposes with no use in cutting, carving, etc. A boline is typically white handled knife and is used for the purposes in magick that require a knife but are unsuitable for an athame, such as cutting herbs, inscribing candles, pricking the skin if one does bloodcraft, etc.

Runic Alphabets: there are two most used runic alphabets, and although the runes are the same, the names differ and the meanings sometimes differ slightly. The two popular alphabets are Elder and Younger Futhark. Elder Futhark has 24 runes, and over a few centuries early on, it became widely used amongst the Germanic tribes that fought for survival throughout Europe.  By the Viking Age, however, (roughly, 793 to 1066) Elder Futhark gradually gave way to Younger Futhark.  The Younger Futhark has only 16 runes.

Pagan, Wiccan, Witchcraft: A lot pf people are Wiccan. Obviously thats completely fine and all, but many think that Wicca is the ONLY path of witchcraft, which just isn’t true. Wiccans believe in a couple key things that define them as Wiccans: the Threefold rule, which states that magick should not be used for ill intent (most Wiccans don’t curse people, for example) because the energy that you put out into the universe, good or bad, will come back upon you threefold. They also believe in the Goddess and the God, dieties who preside over the Earth in both feminine and masculine forms. Pagans are anyone who practice religions that are not of the Christian denomination, or people holding religious beliefs other than those of the main world religions. It’s kind of used as an umbrella term for those who practice witchcraft but don’t label themselves Wiccans. I, for example, am not wiccan, and my Craft encompasses a range of bits of magick from mostly Native American (I’m part Cherokee) and Norse (also part Norse) religion/magick.

That’s all I got right now. As always, message if you have questions! Blessed Be!!

The Signs and Empire:

Aries: An empire of fire and salt water. Fertile island fortresses patrolled by many-armed stone sentinels wielding golden flamberges. Rivers of fire spilling into the sea.

Taurus: An empire of honey and snow. Castles that stand as decadent art. Colossal ghostly spirit foxes watch over forests of cherry trees.

Gemini: An empire of rain and silk. Glittering iridescent cloaks and wide brimmed straw masks. The aqueducts flow ever deeper into the mountains.

Cancer: An empire of time and woodlands. Citadels of fossilized lumber strong as any metal. Old rusted weapons jut from the grass like weeds.

Leo: An empire of roses and bridges. Subtle stonework hewn rough by ages of wear. Stone blossoms wilting as the season passes.

Virgo: An empire of tombs and amber. The spires of the great necropolis are visible over the labyrinth walls, as kongamato patrol the skies.

Libra: An empire of sand and glass. The libraries of a thousand cities stolen, collected in the grand archives. A library of libraries. 

Scorpio: An empire of blood and stars. Nothing is left of this great people, but their decedents know their history well. Spilling blood on the great story-stones that dot the overgrowth brings whispers of the past. 

Ophiuchus: An empire of wind and hooves. Steeds like a thunderstorm, heavy and dark. Leaving only nursing trees and pillars to the dead in their wake.

Sagittarius: A landless empire of wanderers. Cloaks of feathers and ritual smoke. Comfortable boots and hospitality, though they are the guests.

Capricorn: An empire of stories and loss. Ruins buried under ice, unseen for generations.

Aquarius: An empire of brass and coal. The corpses of war machines that now dot the landscape. Rusted green in the autumn rains. 

Pisces: A sunken empire. Pillars of shining black salt break the waves, the deeper recesses of the grand palace lie sodden and unexplored.

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Genderfluid + Witch

Everyone : college is the best four years of your life

So far halfway into my first semester: all college has done for me is give me lots of acne, stress, and lots of anxiety

Be my night, or be my day, just don’t be my sadness.

Southern state of mind

You can hear Georgia in my voice.

Feel the chill

from the Tennessee winter

I left behind.

See that my trucks been down

A dirt road

You can Tell that I was raised

below the mason Dixon line.

.

The way I talk

Is like a backroad song

I tell stories

just to pass the time.

My tags say Carolina,

But I’ll be in Boston tonight.

Darts

They missed their mark, again

We grinned into the lines

Throwing side glances at the

Boys on the pool table

Laughter like the ceiling I

Don’t care about the bullseye

You can win again I’m

So glad that we’re back to this

Easy like our cider and black

Sweeter together and

Slightly intoxicated

You know I’m not always proud of what my libido wants but at least I’ve never wanted to fuck Pennywise.

if u miss me just call me

I’ll grow smaller now, quiet

Retract my roots, my wishes

Anything can become true

If you want it badly enough

For long enough, I was the lead

Role in my own fiction, twin

Souls seemed to snap together

With a gasp of recognition

There is sadness in seeing

A world crumble, castles of

Hope spilling into the sea

I can but watch from the shore