calm jar

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“Letting Go” Jar

Something to put your guilts, fears and hiccups into. Draws away their power, cleanses them, and protects you. Very soothing.

- empty jar
- epsom salt
- turquoise stones (could use black stones too)
- lavender oil
- problems written on scraps of paper
– put the lid on tightly and shake –

Most spells like this say to bury the jar or hide it in your closet - but that’s the opposite of what you want to do with your problems. It’s sealed, put it on your shelf if you want and add to it/shake it whenever. Looking at it should remind you you’re so much bigger than those problems; you’ve let go of them.

Hello again, everyone!

This is my second spell jar blog post of the day and it’s one that was requested a little while ago, and was also one of the first spell jars I came up with myself.

This is the Little Bottle Of Peace which does exactly what it says on the tin.

When life is getting too busy and I start to find everything stressful, it helps me a lot to have something calm to focus on and centre myself.

I only hope it can help some of you too.

The ingredients you need to make this jar are:

  • Rosemary - for love, long life, happiness
  • Marjoram - for harmony, peace, tranquillity
  • Cloves - for healing
  • Lavender - for dispelling depression, and for healing and peace
  • Sandalwood oil - for meditation

I sealed the jar with blue bluebell-scented wax.

I chose blue wax because it symbolises freedom, sensitivity, and faith.

I chose candles that were bluebell-scented because bluebells symbolise humility and constancy.

The blue glitter was a bonus because, quite frankly, I don’t think glitter has ever made anything worse before. Also it’s very, very pretty. Who doesn’t love blue glitter?

If anyone tries making this spell jar, I’d love to see it. Please tag me in it because it would make me so happy!

Thank you for your support and I hope you all have a wonderful week!

Also, if anyone has any requests for spell jars, please send them over to me!

- Katy

Peace and Calming Jar Spell

This jar spell is to help calm nerves and anxieties, to help you feel peaceful and relaxed. It can be used to help with sleep or just a stressful environment. I realized after I made this that I named it after an essential oil without meaning to so… lol

For this spell, I used…

  • amethyst shards (healing, balance, alleviate irrational anxieties and fears)
  • rosemary herb (keep away nightmares, remember dreams, protection)
  • crushed bay leaf (healing, protection, dreams)
  • sage herb (protection, wisdom, peace)
  • crushed rose petals (security, self love, peace)
  • sea salt (protection, cleansing)
  • opal shards (calm, communication)

Feel free to use as many of these ingredients or as few as you like; substitute items, replace them, and add your own! Let me know how it goes ❤️❤️

- Mod Sun

(more jar spells!)

✨Skin Woes, Begone!✨

🌿ahh, the versatility of nature; that warm golden color comes from the helichrysum🌿

also included:
- lavender
- tea tree
- oats

((to be used topically, as a toner- I’m using it on my face to treat redness & inflammation and on bae’s very minor wounds he got from tripping on asphalt to help them heal faster))

☀️ happy Saturday ☀️

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A Calming Emotional-Protection Bottle

Purpose: A quick spell to bring calm, emotional harmony and energy protection for a pack member who is having a lot going on in their lives this week.

Contents:

- Calm Sigil (on the green paper), charged with intent

- Protection Sigil (on the green paper), charged with intent

- Nag Champa incense filled the bottle before i got started: a stress buster, harmonizer

- Basil

- White Sage

- Salt

- Sealed with green and white wax.

I sent the recipient a photo of this spell bottle who said the sun literally burst thru the clouds and their favorite song came on as soon as they saw the photo. Energy and Intent do make differences.

Look what I’m working on…

Serendipitous Fate 

Chapter 23 - Unofficial Preview (spoilers)

The most rational thing that Marinette could figure was that she was dreaming. Or maybe even in the midst of a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare. That was the only conclusion that made sense.

Yet, it was the little things that contradicted what she would like to think was certainty. The cool feeling of the porcelain toilet lid seeping through her shorts and searing her skin like a burn. The familiar grain of the hardwood floor beneath her feet. The soft murmur of voices in the other room. But what was most jarring was the too-close sound of scissors shearing through hair. It wasn’t consistent like everything else. It stabbed through her ears like a dull, choppy blade—like being sick with the flu only to be shaken every few seconds.

She wanted it to end, but was afraid that if she said anything, she’d be forced to recognize what was real. So, instead, she stared at the floor as chunks of black hair fell softly down around her feet, the weight gradually lifting from her head with each sharp, grating slice of the scissors.

Her mother’s hands were gentle as they sifted through her hair, evening the strands and snipping at flyaways. Until, finally, the shearing stopped.

Finally, Marinette could close her eyes and convince herself that none of it was real.           

That everything was fine.

“How does it look?” Her mother’s voice, though even and calm, was nearly as jarring as the scissors had been. Marinette snapped her eyes open to see that a hand mirror was being held out in front of her.

Out of expected habit—because her body knew motions well enough to substitute for her lagging brain—she reached up and took the mirror, before holding it up so she could see the reflection of the back of her head in the large bathroom vanity.

“It looks fine,” she replied, voice rough from misuse. No more pigtails. Though her heavy bangs remained, the back and sides of her hair had been trimmed within millimeters of her head, so as to even out where Queen Bee as cut away the strands during their battle.

Queen Bee… The battle…

Marinette didn’t want to think about it.

She wasn’t too torn up over the loss of her hair—she’d had short hair before. Not this short, but it’d grow back. There were worse things, after all.

“Marinette,” her mother said softly, touching her shoulder. She sat down on the edge of the tub a moment later, so they were facing one another. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to think about it.

Changing the subject to anything else was better.

“You were Ladybug before I was, right?” she asked, despite already knowing the answer

Sabine’s hold tensed on her shoulder, before her hand fell away. Much like her gaze did, becoming distant as she peered to the side.

“I was. But that… was a long time ago.”

“You’ve known I was Ladybug this whole time,” she determined.

“I realized it shortly after your first encounter with Hawkmoth, yes. I’d know those earrings anywhere. And the ring too.” She took a deep breath. “I knew Adrien was Chat Noir the first time I met him.”

Which was before Marinette had known.

“The miraculouses extend their users lifespans,” Marinette went on. “How old are you?”

“Much older than I look,” Sabine replied, finally looking back at her daughter and able to wear a small smile. Yet, Marinette said nothing, and so Sabine gave in. “I turned 97 this year, one year younger than Gabriel. I was Ladybug for most of my life.”

“Is that how you and Mr. Agreste know one another?”

“Yes. Gabriel is… a very old friend. We fought together during World War II, myself, him, and… And we stayed together for many years after, the three of us. Then the four of us.” Reaching up, she touched her forehead, looking wearied. “Thinking so far back really makes me feel my age.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Reaching out, Sabine patted her knee. “I’m not nearly as old as some.”

in which ur local witchboy reminds you that you can use whatever is around you in your craft bc fancy shit is expensive

so i’m visiting my family and my gf in my hometown, a couple of states away, which means i don’t have all my usual witchy stuff. but guess what!! i still did some bomb ass witchery tonight!! and you can too!!!!

so this mooncycle has been all about my personal goal of improving relationships, which is brilliant timing since i’m seeing so many friends and family who i haven’t seen in months.

so this is the finished trinkets plus some crystals to charge it. we got a locket and a jar spell, both for my gf.

so i found this air anti anxiety sigil by @wolf-scent and was inspired to make this little ensemble because the gf’s got some hardcore anxiety my pals.

i wrote the anti anxiety sigil on a piece of paper, anointed it with lavender essential oil (that i keep with me at all times), folded the sucker up, and put it in the locket, before holding it to my chest and charging it with my intent.

next, the jar. so i found a bunch of lil jars in my old craft drawer (which!! i snatched!!! and are now in my bag to take back home!!) and chose one of the smaller ones to make a jar spell for her.

since my hometown is literally 10 mins away from the beach, i have quite the collection of sea things that i’ve gathered over the years. i took some of the smaller shells, some dried seaweed, and some driftwood pieces and put them in the jar. this is because i associate the ocean with calm and depth, and also with her since we watch the water sometimes. and to remind her that even though she may feel like she’s drifting, she knows she’s loved and that she has a grounded home to come back to. i also put these little tiny stars in there, ive had a jar of them since i can remember that my mum told me came from outer space, so they mean a lot to me, and also she absolutely loves space, so it makes it more personalised.

i made a sigil for peace of mind, reminder of love, and fluidity of thought (to prevent getting stuck in “thought loops”), and then wrote her name on the back, along with the words “calm” and “loved.” lavender oil same as before, then rolled it up and put it in the jar too.

i lay the whole thing out on my windowsill, and put three crystals around it. i chanted “i am loved, i am calm, i am strong” while setting it out. the second time i chanted it i placed rose quartz, clear quartz, and jet down (in that order to correspond to the incantation). then i left it to charge in the moonlight.

it will be full moon soon, and i’ll get to give it to her the next day. perfect timing!

anonymous asked:

hi, i come to you because i am currently writing a paper for college and seem to have the worst luck ever, my computer already broke down two times and my determination is going down by the minute. do you know any spells to help my situation?

Creativity, Energy and Motivation

Concentration, Clarity and Study

Anti-Anxiety and Stress Relief

Courage and Confidence

@natural-magics is my favorite place for spells which is why she is linked in my faq. I do hope this helps you out, sweetheart.

On Glitter Jars

A couple of tips I’ve learned since making mine and Emily’s (because I scrolled through the tag and there were a lot of recipes to try and it took me six goes to get my first one right!)

  • Buy lots of glitter. You may have beginner’s luck, like some people, but it is better to be safe than sorry. Buy enough material to fail at the first jar if necessary. 
  • Vegetable oil did not work for me though I recognise that it does work for some people. I used glitter glue and glitter and water.
  • Add the water in parts. Alternate with stirring. Stir well. You want the water to mix with whatever you’re thickening it with (oil, glue, glitter glue, etc). 
  • Use boiling water. Or you will have glittery goopy clumps.

Lots of Love
xxLJ