The Arthur’s Seat Coffins: A Connection To The Burke and Hare Murders?
In June 1836
five young boys, hunting for rabbits on the north-eastern slopes
Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh, found 17 miniature coffins hidden inside a
cave. They were arranged under slates on three tiers, two tiers of eight
and one solitary coffin on the top. Each pine wood coffin, only 95mm in
length, contained a little wooden figure, expertly carved with painted
black boots and custom made clothes.
No-one knows what they were
for, why they were buried or who buried them but people have been trying
to resolve the mystery ever since. At the time of their discovery, The
Scotsman suggested they were used by witches casting death spells on
specific individuals. Another theory is that they were kept by sailors
to protect against death.
They may represent a mock burial,
possibly for the 17 known victims of Burke and Hare. Working in
Edinburgh, they sold the bodies of people they had murdered for
dissection in the city’s anatomy classes. This horrified many Scots, who
feared that a dissected body would not rise to life at the last
judgement. William Burke was caught and executed for his crimes in 1829.
Ironically his body was legally given to an anatomy class for
dissection. We are unlikely to be sure about the meaning of the coffins.
It remains hidden, among many other aspects of death and belief in
By the time she was ten, Victoria […] was engrossed in making a series of 132 sophisticated wooden dolls. She and Lehzen spent hundreds of hours carefully sewing clothes and copying figures from the court, ballet, or opera. They painted them painstakingly, sewed their clothes, and listed them all in a book. Victoria took them travelling with her sometimes, and would carefully ‘arrange them’ on beautifully upholstered chairs in each new environment, their somber little faces peering at her, all in a row.
Witchcraft must be practiced without undue pain or suffering unto any animal.
Here are a few things to consider:
✨Ditch the leather: I know, witchy ~aesthetic~ doesn’t quite feel complete without antique leather objects, but look for faux alternatives which are easily accessible, such as faux suede cord
✨Ditch the honey: practice spells and teas with alternate sweeteners, agave nectar, date nectar, syrup etc such as maple🍁 🐝
✨Plant based milks make a far more effective alternative to dairy. Almond, oat and coconut milks are particularly useful.
✨Soya wax: great to make your own candles with added essential oils, wax seals or an alternative to beeswax.
✨Fur or any other animal parts: please refrain from the temptation to use bodily parts in your witchcraft. An animal cannot consent to being taken from a resting place and exploited
✨Being a mindful witch will bring greater self growth and power to your craft. Being kind to the Earth and all that inhabits it is deeply rooted in human nature, it is so sad that we have become so detached from this.
I found this spoon thingy at the thrift store a few days ago and it made me think of magical girl transformation items. Which lead to talking ermine sidekicks. Here they are! The official prompt was “Divided”, by the way, so I went with a black/white theme with the guys. They snap at each other for being fat and/or gluttons, by the way.
A real taxidermy French lamb, special rare breed, it’s from 1920-30’s, A lovely piece with an adorable face, the lamb is in excellent condition for its age. a rare find, these type of lambs you will not find often with the ears down, an adorable sweetie!! it comes with the purple vintage bow.
Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 Words: 10.6k Genre: Angst, Grim Reaper!Au, Ghost!Au Summary: If someone could see what you could, they’d pass out. But you don’t blame them. Who would ever expect for a ghost, a priestess and a grim reaper to be together - much less be rescuing others. Warnings: Death and murder.
The salt is hurled near his form, whipping against the cobblestone path. Namjoon throws his head back and chuckles, a laugh that isn’t bone chilling like you expected it to be. “You can’t dispel me with salt or any of your sacred charms. I’m not a demon.”
Your eyes are frigid, expression impassive. The voice that commands the being is in a lower timber. “There’s no reason for you to be here.”
Namjoon takes four strides and you can sense the aura of death, the scent of ash plunging into your nose. Hoseok inhales sharply, ready to attack as the Grim Reaper’s finger emerges from his sleeve. But the cloaked man simply pokes you in the shoulder with a mischievous smirk. “I can’t take him against his will if that’s what you’re worried about….”
You make a movement to smack his hand away but he withdraws before you can. “Don’t touch me.” Namjoon finds amusement in the situation. Of the few priestesses he knows or knew, you’re the definitely the farthest from being irrationally kind or altruistic. You’re a rather cold soul.