Hey y'all, C here. Today we’ll be talking in depth about the practice of bath magic.
If you look around most traditional parts of the magical community, you’ll notice that bathing for ritual work or spell work is a fairly common practice. So what do I mean when I say that I specialize in bath magic? For me, bathing and witchcraft go hand in hand, and I do a ritual in the bath once a month at the very least. I’ve always loved the serenity and focus (not to mention complete selfishness) of taking baths, and so as I’ve grown into my craft it seemed like a natural place to draw magical energy. I find that the hot temperature of the water makes it very easy for me to get to a trance-like state (if not outright do trance work) and being naked in the water gives me a great place of vulnerability and rawness to begin any kind of spell work. T and I also use bathing in our shared craft to begin most of our major rituals, and that entails doing a cleansing bath with a special kind of locally made bath salts that we have been using since the very beginning.
So what do my bath spells usually look like? To be honest, they vary a lot based on my resources at any given moment and the purpose of the spell. There are some things that I do every time such as:
• dedicating the bath for myself by placing a talisman or crystal (or other object I carry a lot/feel represents me) on the rim of the tub
• placing candles (often in corresponding magical colors and scents) around the tub and bathroom to add to the magical energy of the space
• making sure the water drawn is hot enough to remain warm for 40+ minutes and get me to a trancing state but not too hot as to burn my skin or make it uncomfortable for me to be in the water
I also put something into the water every time I do bath magic, and in fact that is where I believe most of the magical intent is decided. This also widely varies with the type of spell. Some things I’ve done are:
• just throw in a handful of Epsom salts for a super basic cleansing. I also use these (in addition to some other ingredients) when I’m doing a real trance or astral travel or trying to communicate with a deity because they make me feel floatier in the water and therefore easier to forget my body
• put in a few drops of different kinds of essential oils based on their magical associations
• drop in some tea bags (like mint or chamomile or bags I’ve already used first for drinking) while the water is running to get a good infusion
• use bath salts that already have essential oils or herbs (or even glitter!) in the mixture. I use bath salts that I make myself, that T makes for me, and store bought and locally made mixtures, all with good results. It all depends on what I’m feeling at the time.
• use pre-made bath bombs, melts, and bubblers from Lush (although I’m sure one could use stuff like this from anywhere) based on the ingredients and names of the products. I’ve used Sex Bomb for a glamour and sex spell, Space Girl for glamour and deity exploration (I do a lot of glamours), etc.
The practice of bath magic is great because we live in a society where bathing itself is so culturally charged to be reflective and purposeful. For that reason, it is also a great way to practice your craft that is not suspicious, or questioned by people you may live with. Even at their worst, taking long baths appears only over-indulgent. But I can live with that.
if i were barbra streisand i would wake in a bed of silk every morning and bathe in melted gold as i rub luxuriant butterfly oil all over my larynx and then i would glide across my kitchen floor which is ice but the coldness does not touch my feet and i would feast on the finest pomegranate seeds from an island that no human has ever laid eyes on, they are harvested by birds and flown directly to an old blind man in a schooner
Simon dragging Baz into a Lush store, and even though Baz is grumpy about it, he's the one who ends up spending over £100
I’VE BEEN SAVING THIS PROMPT FOR A SPECIAL DAY. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, Y’ALL.
“Just fuck me up,” Simon whispered under his breath, eyeballing the Sunnyside bath bomb.
Baz just stared at the metal bucket, overflowing with bath bombs covered in gold edible glitter. He tried to gently guide Simon away from the display, but Simon’s feet might as well have been made out of lead. “No, Snow. I draw the line at glitter.”
Simon just glared up at him, jaw set and right hand already defiantly grabbing a Sunnyside and dropping it into their basket.
“I don’t want to fight you today, love,” Simon said, wiping his hand on Baz’s jumper, “but you did promise to let me go to Lush today.”
Baz flicked the side of Simon’s head and shoved the basket at him. They’d been in here less than five minutes and he was already drowning in all these smells.
The sales lady had been far too chipper when they’d entered, there were too many bright colors, and the gigantic blocks of soap with knives stuck in them were making Baz really uncomfortable.
Simon, on the other hand, was living. He loved all the cute little bath melts, and the Valentine’s Day display they had, with cherub-shaped soap bars hanging from the rafters, was ridiculously cute.
He took a picture to send to Agatha since Penny definitely wouldn’t appreciate the aesthetic properly.
“Simon,” Baz snapped, suddenly leaning over Simon’s shoulder and almost making Simon send the display flying. “Quit doing a photoshoot and get what you need. I agreed on 30 minutes.”
I should have known, Simon thought.
Somewhere along the way, Baz had remembered he loved to pamper himself. Like, really loved to pamper himself.
They’d been in there over two hours before Baz was ready to leave. Now, as they ambled their way back to the flat, there was a clear distinction between Simon’s stuff and his boyfriend’s.
Simon looked down at the reasonably-sized bag of goodies in his mittened hand. He got a couple bath bombs, a shower jelly in a nice cherry scent, and the Ocean Salt scrub because it reminded him of the beach he and Baz went to all the time in the summer.
Then, he glanced a look at Baz’s pile, stacked up toward the gloomy sky. Even with his vampiric strength, he looked wobbly under the weight of bath bubblers, lotions, fizzies, scrubs, eyeliners, shampoos, and boxes of every soap the store carried.
“You know, Simon,” Baz said conversationally, his voice muffled underneath a loofa, “I do think you bought too much.”
Simon snorted, winding an arm around Baz’s waist to guide him from falling off the curb. There’d be nothing for it if all his precious goodies ended up tumbling out all over the busy London streets.
Giggling into the pink scarf he had wrapped tight around the lower half of his face, Simon replied, “I think we’re getting a bit confused on who bought what. But I still love you.”
Baz, beginning to teeter up the steps to the front door of their flat building, paused. Simon heard him hum. “I love you, too. But,” he quipped, “I’d love you even more if you opened the fucking door for me.”
Look at the stars, see how they shine for you…and they’re all silver!
Organic shea butter and fair trade organic cocoa butter melts into the warm water of your bath tub as silver lustre shimmers like the glorious night sky. Chinese ginger oil is excellent for stimulating blood flow, relieving joint and muscle pain, especially in colder weather. Persian lime oil is uplifting, gently cleansing and improves circulation. A dash of lavender oil soothes away troubles, calms your mind and is a gentle antiseptic.
Make a wish, give the star a squish, drop it in your bath water and relax…