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Let’s talk about the elements!

I’ve written a lot about the seven classical planets and celestial/cosmic witchcraft. I think it’s time to bring things a bit more down to earth, though!

This is a new two-part series! It will focus on the natural elements as understood by the Western Magical Tradition.

In today’s article, I’ll be explaining a bit about the history of these concepts and how I see them. I hope you find this interesting and informative!

Thinking About the Elements

Elements are one of the first concepts I learned when beginning a journey into witchcraft. 

But! How do we view the elements as concepts? Lets consider how they relate to us and the whole universe. Here’s my views!

Some believe the elements are simply words for natural phenomena.
In other words, Fire is fire - the burning of a campfire or candle, or another flame. Water would always be something like a stream, the ocean or other liquid. I don’t see it this way. They’re far more complex than that!

The four elements stem the observations of ancient philosophers. These thinkers guessed that these substances were the building blocks of physical reality. Of course, they were wrong! In reality, atoms comprise matter. Matter and energy, then, make up the physical universe. 

We could associate four classical elements with the four states of matter. These are solid, liquid, gas, and plasma. They’d correspond to earth, water, air, and fire in turn. This is a very simplified view, though!

These concepts were fundamental to the ancients. A wealth of lore has developed around them. They have grown into complex metaphors for aspects of the human condition. The physical manifestations of the elements have become potent symbols. 

They represent various mental and emotional phenomena. Symbols are important in witchcraft. The way I see it, all tools of the Craft are symbols used to connect with larger forces that work within the universe.

The elements themselves, and their attributions, are in fact, somewhat arbitrary. This means that each of us will have a different idea of what each element represents!

There’s nothing wrong with this, though. The point is to use them as symbols. What they symbolize to you is your own business!

Qualifying the Elements

In the Western Magical Tradition, there are four core (classical) elements: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.  

Some traditions do posit a fifth element called the quintessence, also known as Spirit or Aether. This fifth element stands apart from the other four, as it doesn’t behave in the same way.  

I’ll be focusing on these four, not on the quintessence. Spirit as an element is a very large topic best suited for its own series of articles.

Alchemical thinkers have placed these four into categories. . They’re quite useful for understanding the system. 

Each element is either “hot” or “cold,” as well as either “dry,” or “wet.”

This doesn’t describe the physical qualities of the phenomena in question. Rather, these terms are metaphors. They refer to the roles taken by the concepts each element embodies.

Hot and Cold Elements

Hot elements are active in human existence. 

They stand for concepts that penetrate and alter the world around them.
An outdated way of putting this would be to describe them as “masculine.” This comes from historical stereotypes about gender. I tend to use the term “active” to describe hot elements. That’s Fire and Air.

Cold elements are passive and receptive. 

They represent concepts from which we draw nourishment. They are the structure or substance that forms our mental landscape. The hot elements tend to be the essence or organizing principle. 

Cold elements are often stereotyped as “feminine.“  They are Water and Earth, both of which play a nourishing role in human existence.

Wet and Dry Elements

Dryness as a concept within the Western Magical Tradition refers to a fixed state. In other words, the dry elements are things that don’t often change. These elements are full of stability. 

The key feature of a dry element is lack of intense motion. We can depend on the stable parts of our existence, represented by these elements.

The dry elements are Fire and Earth. It may seem strange to call fire stable, but it is a reliable source of warmth to us. It represents a constant feature of human life.

When we speak of wet elements, we mean the two elements that aren’t fixed. In other words, elements that flow ,change and transform. It is the concepts associated with these elements that drive the changes. They are reliable, but only insofar as change, itself, is something to rely on! 

The wet elements are Air and Water. Both are natural features that shift and flow through our lives. The inclusion of Air as a wet element shows that these are metaphorical, not literal terms.

Much more could be said about how people have described the elements throughout time. The above image shows the alchemical view of how the elements can combine to create secondary principles. 

As you might guess, “fixed” and “volatile” here stand for what we’ve been calling “passive” and “active.” If you want to know more about these further topics, I recommend Robert Bartlett’s book, True Alchemy. 

The entire concept of the elements is a metaphor, though. It’s a metaphor that can work for you. It can help with your Craft, and help you connect with the universe. I’ll be posting the next article tomorrow! In that, I’ll be discussing each element in detail.

Hetalia phobia Headcanons

So I was talking with my sibling about Hetalia and we both began to speak about what it might be like if it were a bit more serious. As we spoke, I brought up a few Headcanons that I had when it came to some of the Nations worst fears and phobias. My sibling though they were rather interesting. So I decided to share them. I’ve always thought that Nations would have phobias based on their pasts and tradition. So I did some research and put together a list of some countries phobias. I don’t have EVERY country of course, but I do have a few.

Originally posted by darkesttrip

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How I Scry

I might still be considered new with the mirror techniques, I’ve been scrying for some time when it comes to smoke from candles and campfires. Please, take everything I say here and trust yourself when you first begin to scry, as I always see this as a very personal experience. Now, on with the show

Originally posted by girlsanimeclub

  1. Prepare your space. Whatever this means to you, do it. Clean, ring some bells, play some singing bowls, dance– there are many ways to clear negative energy and build new, successful types! I always light the tealights in my selenite log as well as my divination candle. Sometimes I’ll light other candles, but these are the only one’s I enjoy for my spell. They light up my room just enough for me to fell comfortable while still in the dark. If you are afraid of seeing things in the mirror, cast yourself a protection bubble, surrounding yourself in a soft blue light that will keep anything from getting near you.
  2. Gather your materials and get comfortable. For me, this means cleaning my mirror to make sure it is free of any dust then taking a seat. You can find an image of my mirror here, but it is a concave piece of black glass. A little fancy, but that’s what late night etsy will bring you. I don’t regret it one bit with how clear it’s made my visions. I sit in my bed to scry, but some might feel more energized sitting in front of an alter. In the beginning, I would hold a piece of fluorite in my free hand or rest it on my chest. It comforted me and helped me ground myself to keep from getting sucked too far into my mirror.
  3. Decide if you would like music. I recommend going with something spa-like, meaning no words, soft, slow. Personally, I enjoy Night Rain of a car and listen to it every time I scry, but you might do better in silence. 
  4. Lower the lights. Close your eyes. Breathe. Focus on the question you will be scrying for and image the medium you are using. Some images might pop up prematurely or you might hear something that has to do with your scry. 
  5. When you feel comfortable, open your eyes. Look into your medium. I always block out the source of light (the candle flames) using the back of my mirror, leaving it so that only the residual light is showing along my walls and reaching my eyes, meaning it’s very soft. Plus, the contrast makes sure my mirror is completely black. Allow your eyes to lose focus as you look into the mirror.
  6. Be patient. Sometimes it takes a while for the mirror to show you anything, but stay confident. Don’t be afraid to ask the medium to show you something different or alter your question in an attempt to see the image in question. 
  7. Notice everything. The energy, the emotions, the expressions. Sometimes they will be hard to make out, but other times it will be extremely clear to see. If you don’t see anything, just relax. Take a break if you need to and start over with another question.
  8. Close the session. Review what you saw and write it down. Consider everything and it’s potential meaning. For me, people have two personalities: a rabbit or a snake. Sure, they could have neither and be showing me a different kind of energy, but these and the room I often see people in are my only reoccurring images, but keep not of what keeps showing up for you and what it’s meaning tends to be.
  9. You’ve done it! You scryed! If you were reading for someone else, tell them what you saw. Check your energy levels and turn on the lights. Give yourself a break. Maybe a cookie. 

Send me any questions if you have them! It takes a little playing around to really get into what works for you. Good luck, and happy scrying!

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That’s right, Tumblrfolk, Chapter 1 of Lion Soul -  my collaboration with the amazingly talented @yliseryn - is now UP ON AO3!!

Summary: Allura is one of the leaders of a nomadic pride of werelions. Shiro is the lone human in the pride, always out of place, unable to be a part of the culture he was raised in. Whatever he feels for Allura is irrelevant. He’s no match for her, no matter how much he wishes he were.

The pride is considering going on the offensive against the Hunters - humans who stalk and kill weres - rather than continuing to flee and hide. And Shiro has to decide if the only home he’s ever known is really home, and, if it’s not, what should he do about that? What can he do?

Tags: AU, Shallura, medieval fantasy, werelions, background Alforan

Author’s Notes: Thanks out to @explodingcrenelation for her editing expertise, as usual! And, of course, all the beautiful artwork is @yliseryn‘s doing, including that spiffy banner up there! <3

Teaser below, but you’ll have to go to AO3 to read the whole thing…

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anonymous asked:

No like, stuff about the fireplace/mantel itself. My patron is Hestia haha...

Hmm, lets see:

I apologize for putting this out incredibly late. I was feel very uninspired when looking for items (as you can see with the small list) I tried to go with candles holders that look like wood you would put in a fire place. If you can think anything else specifically, don’t hesitate to message me!

the signs as candles
  • aries: those apple scented candles that remind you of going out to the countryside and bobbing for apples at carnivals and fairs as a kid
  • taurus: forest/pine tree scented candles that give you that earthy, stress-relieving smells that remind you of camping with your family
  • gemini: marshmallow/campfire candles that are sweet yet have a slight edge to them. reminds you of sitting with your crush at a campfire.
  • cancer: the fresh, linen kind of candles that are soft and pure. reminds you of hanging up laundry outside on a warm day even though those don't really exist anymore
  • leo: beach scented candles that are warm and inviting. probably reminds you of feeling the sand getting stuck in between your toes
  • virgo: petrichor (smell after rain) scented candles that are soothing and refreshing. reminds you of starting over on a new page
  • libra: floral scented candles that are sweet and lovely, and have a spring edge to them. reminds you of falling in love with someone
  • scorpio: citrus scented candles that are slightly sour yet very pleasing and classic. reminds you of feeling in control of yourself and powerful
  • sagittarius: vanilla scented candles that are strong and eye-opening. reminds you of traveling the world and finding connections or feeling like a child again
  • capricorn: holiday scented candles that are super classic and yummy. definitely reminds you and gives you a very nostalgic feeling
  • aquarius: dark scented candles that are based off of midnight, partying, neon signs. reminds you of having the best time of your life
  • pisces: ocean scented candles that make you feel like you're in california swimming in the sea. reminds you that you're beautiful the way you are
Roadtrip part 4: Night Owl

Part 4 of the roadtrip series :).

Hope you guys like the story this far!
Thanks for reading :).

You can find the other parts here.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3


Moans fill the room.

Your moans.

Followed by grunts.

His grunts.

There are sloppy, wet kisses placed on your neck. Your naked and so is he. Harry leans over you as he keeps pounding into you, soft and slow. And then hard and fast before he starts the slow rhythm again. You grab his hair, placing a love bite in the crook of his neck. You can’t get enough of him. He fills you up so good. So good. “Turn around.” He says with his husky voice. And so you do. You can feel him entering again. Grabbing your ass while he pounds in you. He grunts. Telling you you feel so good. Asking you to come for him. You can feel the sensation in your belly building up. Not again you think. How many times can one men make you feel like this? The stars form before your eyes and then you collapse under him.

You awake, not really knowing where you are, your sheets are wrapped around you. Looking over to your side only to see he is not there. You rub your eyes and you feel a bit of sweat on your forehead. As in a reflex your hand went down between your legs. O yeah, wet there as well. That was one hell of a dream. A sigh escapes your mouth as you roll to the side looking at your phone for the time. 4.10. You sigh again as you roll back, one arm hanging over your face. What was that about. Is this normal? Your mind drifts of to last night.


Such a serene place to spend a night with a campfire, some candles, the jokes that were told and the marshmallows. You don’t remember ever being at a place were it is this quit, sometimes you hear an owl but other than that it’s silent. That is of course apart from the chatter between you all. The night is bright and as you look up you see stars as far as the eye can reach. The moon is glowing above you shining it’s light. And then, there is Harry. Him laughing, telling a joke here and there, him lending you his sweater when you get cold. Sometimes you think you can even catch him staring at you. You had a great time last night. Actually you hadn’t had that much fun in a while. Though you hadn’t really had the time to talk to Harry properly. You thought about waiting up till the rest was gone and the two of you would just sit by the fire. But Suzy ruined those plans, or ruined, she just had something else in mind. Pajama party upstairs, or so she called it. It was nothing more then the two of you cleaning yourself up and putting on pajamas. The two of you said goodbye to the boys before she took your hand in hers and rushed you up the stairs. Leaving the boys behind to clean up  and put down the fire.

You put your hair up in a ponytail before you start washing your face. Suzy would always start with brushing her teeth though.

“So… ” She started with the toothbrush in her mouth,  looking at you trough the mirror, hope in her eyes.“ Did you guys talk? You stopped rubbing the washcloth against your skin and shrugged.

"Well…” She encouraged you.

“A little…” You sighed turning on the water and rinsing the cloth. “I mean… we just cleaned up and when Louis got in ….” Your voice trailed off.

“O…” Was all you got in return. You glance over at her seeing the realization in her eyes.

“O… I’m sorry I asked for tea and he was gone before I could stop him.” Suzy starts. You giggle.

“It’s oke, sillypants. I had fun tonight, we talked a bit, he lend me his sweater and well… We’ll see where it goes from here ok.”

“Olala, lending you his sweater. I saw that yeah. Nice of him.” She wiggle’s her eyebrows.

“Stop it Suze!”

“Oke.” She smiled. “He looks at you you know…”

“Does not.” Rolling your eyes at her leaving it there before you take your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth.

There is a small pause where Suzy observes you before deciding to not push the subject any more. She knows you, she knows that you find it hard to trust men or talk about them. Letting you be is best for know.

“Got us matching PJ’s.” You look over at her, letting your toothbrush hang from your mouth.

“I’ll go get them.” She says excited. You knew she would. Part of the road trip, or any trip for that mater was the PJ’s. Pink with polka dots was the theme last time this time. You wander what she got this time. When she walks back in you see she opted for penguins this time. The two of you giggle when you get them one. 

“Let me do your hair (Y/N).” You sit down on the bathroom floor and Suze takes place behind you. Parting your hair in two sections. Making a dutch braid on either side. While reminiscing about all the other PJ’s and trips there were before. You love those memories and you love the fact that Suzy braids your hair, the light pulling on your scalp makes you relax. 


You play with one of the braids rolling it between your fingers as you go over the conversation, was he really looking at you that much, so much that it was obvious to Suze? Or was it because she knew about the two of you that she just registered more? That she saw things that weren’t there? You rolled over again to see what time it was. 4.16. Great. This thinking and tossing was getting you nowhere. You got up and decided to go downstairs. Some tea would work wonders. You hoped. Slipping on your fluffy socks you tried to be as quit as possible. Skipping the two steps that you know for sure will creak. But before you enter the kitchen you see something. Stopping in your tracks. You get scared when you see a figure in the shallow light that the moon offers. But you relax and lean against the doorpost as you realize it is him. Again, only wearing sweats. You observe him. Sitting in the window looking outside, into the darkness. His hands around a steamy mug. Scrapping your troat before entering. He looks up. A smile forming on his lips.

“Hi.” Sleep still in his voice.

“Hi.” You say as you walk over to were the mugs are located. You poor some hot water in the mug and make yourself some tea before walking over to him. He follows your every move. Eyes never leaving you. You sit beside him before you speak again.

“Couldn’t sleep. Got woken up by a… by a dream. So I decided to make some tea and see if that would help. Could go two ways. Either I get sleepy again or… Or I could be wide awake and start the day at. At welll” You look over to the clock on the wall. “At 4.21.” You say as you look back over at him.

“Yeah… me too.” He giggles. “It happens sometimes you know…”

“Yeah” You nod.

The two of you sit there in silence. Not an awkward silence. Just a silence. Warming your hands on the mug. Blowing in to the hot liquid to make it cool of faster.

He wonders if you’ve had the same kind of dream as him. Could you tell he was rock hard, sweat dripping from his face of the thought of you on the couch. The goosebumps that apeard on your arms as they touched the cold leather. How wet you were. The way your body felt trembling under his that night. The way your mouth fitted around his cock. How he felt about being with you. Or was it another type of dream. He doens’t want his mind going there again. It takes everything in him not to touch you, to hug and hold you. The way his body reacts towards you, or even the thought of you is quick. So instead of thinking about his dream he observes you from the side of his eye. He loves the way you sit there. The way you two can sit in silence without it being uncomfortable. Your knees tucked up, the mug in your hands placed on your knees. Blowing in some air every know and then. The moonlight shines bright tonight, it is almost full moon. He thinks about the light hitting your hair, your skin, making your eyes brighter at some moment and darker the next. O how the sun would make you shine. And that gives him an idea. But how would he approach the subject.

“You hungry?” You look up at him.

“Not yet I think… I normally don’t eat at this hour of day.”
He smirks.


“What?” He looks at you.

“Miss (Y/N). I know we know a little about each other but we…” He hesitates. “We haven’t really been on a… on a proper date. So…” You look at him amused, what is he gonna come up with? Baking pancakes in the middle of the night? “Would you like to have breakfast with me?” You giggle, grabbing his reached out hand.

“Call it a date.” And there you were sitting in your penguin pajamas tea in your hand and a warm fuzzy feeling in your belly.

“Ok. Let’s get to it then.” Harry says as he gets up. You can finish your tea of course.“ He smiles at you. You raise your eyebrows.

"What now?” He nods.

“But I’m not even hungry yet.”

“You will when I get done with you.” He smirks. “And put on something warm. I’ll see you in a bit.” He says before walking out and up the stairs.

Well that would make one interesting night you think as you take a sip of the still warm liquid. before placing it on the counter top and heading upstairs.
Something warm is the mission.

Once you are back in your room you rummage trough your clothes. You opt for a dark blue jeans warm socks and your booths. Paired with a top, a tee and Harry’s sweater he lend you last night. It was the packers sweater he wore on the day you two had met. You liked it as it smelled of him and it was warm and cozy. Putting on a bit of mascara and leaving your hair as it is you head downstairs. Not putting on the boots on though you are afraid that it would make to much noise on the wooden floors as well as the stairs. Once you come down you see Harry, preparing what looked to be sandwiches, in his trademark black skinnys. His boots were placed by the door. There were two backpacks on the counter top, one a bit bigger then the other. You looked from the backpacks to him and back to the backpacks. He notices you a smirk on his face, whipping some of his hair out of is face with the back of his hand.

“Gonna make a little trip, if thats ok with you ofcourse.”

“As long as you bring me back in one piece I’m game.” You smile at him which is met with a smile of his in return.

“Can I do something?”

“Yeah there are some thermos bottle in that cupboard over there.” He nods towards the other side of the kitchen. “We should take some hot water with us. For the tea.” he explains.

You walk over towards the cupboards he pointed at. Grabbing two of the bottles before putting on the kettle .

“Maybe some fruit?” You suggest. He nods. Picking up some apples and grapes from the fridge as well as some banana’s from the counter. You start putting everything in one of the backpacks. Harry finishes up with the sandwiches and starts to fill the other one.

“You look nice.” The compliment makes your cheeks flush a bit.

“Must be the sweater.” You say as you try to be smart.

He looks down and up again. The skin tight jeans fit perfectly and show of your features pretty nice. He swallows before looking up, not wanting his mind to go that route again.

“ ’s maybe the jeans."His eyes a bit darker once they are up. Your cheeks turn red. Walking overt to the stove to turn to the kettle and you feel his eyes on your back. Trying to ignore the feeling you start poring the hot water into the thermos bottles. Once they are filled up you put one in each backpack. He watches you before tuning around and grabbing his sweater from one of the chairs, covering his white t-shirt and his tattooed arms. Leaving a note telling the others the two of you are out getting some breakfast.

"Ready?” you nod. The two of you head out the door before he stops you.

“Wait. Forgot one thing.” He gets back inside and returns with a blanket.

“Might be a bit chilly. This will keep you warm.” He says as he closes the door, stuffing the blanket in his backpack.

“Thought you were gonna do that.” You tease him. His looks up his lips curl up. He grabs your hand an you two take of into the darkness.

His hand felt warm. Familiar. They fitted perfectly together. Like your hands were made for each other. The pine cones crack under your feat as Harry flashes on his flashlight. He tells you that he knows where he is going. And though it is odd, wandering the forest at night time, you don’t feel uncomfortable. Just not as comfortable as Harry. He notices. “(Y/N).” he starts as he stops you, placing both hands on your shoulders. “I really know where we’re going, ’s not that far anymore. ‘K?” He looks you in your eyes. You nod. He guides you trough the forest like a pro, every now and then he rubs your hand with his thumb. Never letting go of your hand unless when he is helping you climb over a rock or guiding you trough a narrow pat. He let’s go to climb or walk first and then he’s back helping you climb  over or walk trough. Grabbing one of your hands and walking again. The whole route the two of you stay silent. It’s a nice feeling to be able to be with someone and be comfortable without rambling on. He makes you feel like that. You are attracted to him. Not only physical maybe even more on another, yet to be described, level. Wandering if he feels the same you follow him further into the dark.

Her hand feels nice. Comfortable in his. Sometimes he feels his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. It’s a soft hand. Yet strong. The feeling she is giving him is new to him. Different on so many levels. She is attractive, especially in those jeans. But she is also more then a pretty girl. She is funny, smart and caring, and then there is her laugh, o how he loves her laugh. And she has yet to run away from his crazy idea to take of in the middle of the night. He smirks. Yeah maybe she likes him too.

Harry’s flashlight and the moon provide some light in guiding you trough the forest and before you know it you are at an open spot. A lake stretches before your eyes.

“Here we are.” You look around not really knowing were it is he is going with this idea.

He catches your wondering eyes. “Just wait.”

Harry walks over to a small dock with a boat attached to it. You hadn’t noticed it before. He puts his backpack and the blanket on the dock as he removes the cover that shielded the boat from the influence of the weather. Folding it up properly, clearing some leaves or something before putting in his backpack and the blanket. He waves at you at you, signaling to come. You do as he asks. Handing him your backpack before getting in. He reaches out his hand and you take it while getting in the boat. It’s a small motorboat painted blue, there are 2 small benches, one at to the end and one close to the front. Harry takes place at the back close to the outboard engine. You decide to sit on the floor. Harry raises his brows, a curious look on his face. You shrug.

“Like being on the floor, I can hang over the brim a bit you know… ”

“ ’s fine by me.” A smile on his face, reaching his eyes which you can make out trough the moonlight. Almost like they are glowing. He starts the boat and so he navigates you into the dark. The lake is big but shallow, or so you are told by Harry.

Harry was right you think as you pull the blanket over your knees, your chin resting on them. It is a bit cold. It’s also quit besides the light noise of the motor and the water hitting the boat. You look over at Harry.

“So, where are we going?”

You can find part 5 here.

seventeen as tumblr nature aesthetic
  • s.coups: city lights, earphones, busy streets, brooklyn bridge, writing on foggy car windows, rainy days
  • jeonghan: sunrises, pink clouds, ferris wheels against the setting sun, power lines, silhouettes
  • joshua: snow days, snowflakes, campfires, roasting marshmallows, candles, hot chocolate, snow-covered rooftops
  • jun: sky lanterns, candle flames, lights in the night sky, chinese calligraphy on parchment, fireflies in the dark
  • hoshi: blue skies, farmhouses, horses, sitting on fences, baskets, flower fields
  • wonwoo: cherry blossoms, walking down a path on a rainy day, traditional korean houses, pink flowers
  • woozi: clear water, rough seas, jagged rocks in the ocean, waves hitting the shore, light off the water
  • dk: the beach, palm trees, pineapples in the sand, lemonade, the sun
  • mingyu: clouds around mountain tops, mountain roads, bird's eye views, volcanoes
  • the8: galaxy, stars, blue and purple sparkles in mason jars, constellations
  • seungkwan: sunlight through the canopy, green clearings, treehouses, squirrels, ferns on tree trunks
  • vernon: mist, spruce trees in the dark, wolves, moss on rocks, mushrooms on logs, empty roads in the forest
  • dino: cacti with flowers, words in helvetica, white walls, hardcover bound notebooks, fountain pens
Fire Substitutions in Witchcraft

Originally posted by katlynisawesum

Fire is often used in witchcraft for a variety of reasons and in a variety of ways. Some of these include: candles, campfires, bonfires and more. These are all fine and awesome, but unfortunately they are all dangerous in some capacity due to, you know, open flame. Whether it’s due to the danger they present, fear or trying to be subtle, many people seek substitutions for fire in their practice. Therefore I have decided to compile a list of fire substitutions that can be used instead of open flame in spellwork. 

Choosing your substitution:

Personally, I think the most important thing to consider before choosing a substitute is to figure out what the fire is being used for in your spell, as fire can be used for many different purposes. One is, obviously, to represent the element of fire, but it can also be used in banishing, releasing, empowering, passion and much more. 

Please be mindful of the purpose fire plays in your spell.

List of Substitutions:

Please keep safety in mind when doing any spellwork

- Pictures of fire*

- Visualizations of fire (I personally like to envision being surrounded by or holding flames in my hand)

- Lighting fires/torches/using fire spells in video games

- The fireplace channel or YouTube videos of fire

- Drawing a picture of a candle*

- Birthday candles* (if size or length of time burning is the concern)

- Letting things (such as flower petals) flow down rives or streams*

- Releasing sand in the wind

- Letting water flow down a drain

- A symbol of something you’re really passionate about

- Music

- Plants* (the process of a flower wilting could be considered a very long lasting candle)

- Other elemental representations

- Sigils that represent fire

- Sparklers

* From  “Elements of Witchcraft: Natural Magick for Teens” by Ellen Dugan


These were just a few substitutions that can be used instead of fire in spellwork. I hope this list was helpful and please feel free to add to it!