So I needed some room for my witchy shit

Because I had been ignoring it for WAY too long and although most of it was scattered around the house, the crap that you can’t hide, the stuff that makes people go “so a witch lives here?” was all over a table I apparently claimed as “witch territory”.

Call me Semiramis I-don’t-need-an-altar-I’m-fine-thank-you Magpie

But where, oh where, could I store all my witchy shit?

The bedroom?

The living room?

The garden?

The closet that I haven’t cleaned in a decade?

Ok, so I rolled my sleeves up and set to work. I threw away the useless stuff and kept the memories of my long passed youth (? wtf Rami you’re 23

BUT.

Oh boi.

While I was cleaning I found some bad shit.

And I’m talking about some REALLY BAD SHIT.

Memories and mementos of things I had forgotten, from people that had hurt me as much as they possibly could without killing anybody. At least not literally.

Objects directly connected to them. For you to have an idea, the MOST HARMLESS of the things I found was a CD that my then-21-yrs-old physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive boyfriend gave me when I was 15 (yup, those numbers are right).

And this is just the teeny tiny tip of the iceberg

Needless to say, I had one hell of a panic attack.

Now, the things per se weren’t bad, but the things they were connected to and the things they reminded me of were too fucked up for me to deal with alone. NO WONDER I had blocked this place from my mind and had postponed dealing with it for a DECADE.

So, what I mean to say is that I needed to cleanse this space before any of my witchy stuff touched it.

No, SCRATCH THAT.

So, what I mean to say is that I needed to cleanse this space before any of my witchy stuff touched it.

I know, I’m hilarious.

THIS SPACE NEEDS A SPIRITUAL DISINFECTION.

I threw some lemon incense in there (lemon=protection, motherhood, sheltering), but… it wasn’t enough so

Rosemary smoke cleansing! 

Look how pretty my cellphone’s shadow looks! Also, the smoke curling against the roof of the cabinet looks pretty <3 

Have a shadow bunny as well.

This blog has a deep VS light tone problem, I know

So I’m there smoke cleansing stuff, suffering because I shouldn’t burn things ‘cause I’m allergic…

And is it enough?

NOPE.

NOT NEARLY.

IT IS TIME TO BRING OUT THE SECRET WEAPON.

GONNA HAVE TO USE THE SPIRITUAL BLEACH.

GET SELENITE’D BITCH

I WON’T HESITATE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*Selenite sits there threateningly*

Made a hematite barrier, and also rosemary water is very good for cleansing! Pro tip!

PUT IT IN A BOTTLE YOU CAN USE AS A CLUB.

*Unintelligible screaming in Spanish*

Sound cleansing too!

CHIME CHIME SONS OF BITCHES

EAT PURIFYING MINT, MOTHERFUCKER

AND THROW THE CAT IN FOR GOOD MEASURE.

Ah, now THAT looks like a cleansed space!

A E S T H E T H I C C

I’ll give you a walk around my witchy supplies someday, and I’ll also explain the Stag figurine there (I’m a secular witch, as y’all know, but if I were to follow a Spirit (never a god), it would be Great Stag, the master of the Wild Hunt, emblem of virility, untamed wilderness, respect, willpower, adaptability, aid, caring, salvation, honor, and king of the Fae). This is me acknowledging his power and thanking him for his cooperation.

So anyway, what I really wanted to show you was how to cleanse a space where trauma has left its mark.

You can use things like

-Incense

-Smoke cleansing

-Selenite

-Hematite

-Rosemary

-Wind chimes

-Mint

-A poor innocent cat

But most importantly!

-Laughter

It’s nothing new that laughter can cleanse the soul, same as singing.

Laugh in the face of your trauma.

Show it that it can’t own you anymore.

If you’re safe now, banish its leftovers with a giggle, exorcise yourself from the painful memories.

Do not let it steal and hog space in your house and your mind.

Do not let it transform you into nothing but Something That Happened To You.

Let yourself be free of it.

At the end of the day, it’s not just a cabinet or a room or a house that we’re cleansing.

It’s ourselves.

-Semiramis, the Magpie Witchling