Cut 3 pieces of string or ribbon the length of your forearm. Fasten it to a clipboard or on a table with tape or even knot it and hold the end in your mouth. Braid them.
You can gradually cleanse a space with your intent by braiding 3 pieces of material together for a length of time. The goal is to kind of zone out by the end so that the motion becomes mechanical and your mind is clear. Once you reach the end of the braid, seal the spell. This can be done by dipping the end in candle wax, knotting it, or taping it off.
Once braided and sealed, your cleansing is complete. Discard the braid immediately after
Warning: This is darker than what I usually write. It doesn’t have any triggers but I just wanted you guys to know it’s different from my usual stuff.
A/N: Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat? That’s for you to decide..
There is something very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, something strange and dark. I glance over at him, sitting at his desk with his head pressed into his hands and his eyes clenched closed. I turn slightly looking around curious if anyone else has seemed to pick up on it. Something is wrong and not a single other person seems to notice, a cold trickle slides down my spine and I quirk my head at him curiously. How strange that he seems so invisible to them. Brushed to the side by his best friend who seems to jump in terror of his own shadow, invisible to the girl who has been clinging to his arms for weeks who has always seemed to be balancing precariously on the line between wild child and wild animal, and overlooked by his father who seems to be too focused on figuring out what is going on in this god forsaken town. Yes, something is very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, and yet no one seems to notice but me.
The bell rings, and he’s out of his desk and through the door faster than I can blink. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I gather my things, moving slowly as I deliberate on what I should do next. With a certain level of blind curiosity I decide that from this day on if no one else is going to notice him then I’ll be sure that I do. The unseen can always see the invisible.
the black candle in front of you and light it. Say: easily lit, you burn
as I allow, but I have the power to disavow. Blow out the candle.
the candle from the bottom into the white paraffin, you may dip it as
far as two thirds of its length, but leave some of the black portion
near the wick untouched. Dip the candle three times. Notice how each
time you dip it, it gets whiter. Allow this to dry.
Light the candle
again and allow it to burn the black portion remaining. As the flame
reaches the part where the white paraffin begins, say: your will remains
and though it is black, it has been transformed, it cannot attack.
Allow the candle to burn down into the white paraffin area, and then
snuff it out. Discard the unused portion at a crossroads, over your
shoulder, without looking back.
This spell can be performed any time you
know or suspect someone has put a spell on you, or when you seem to
having a string of bad luck and you can’t explain why.
“What if I told you that removing one event from Harry Potter’s life would stop his story from ever happening?”
*intrigued Voldy noises*
Yes, one thing would’ve fixed it all for Voldemort. Just stop one thing from happening, and life would’ve gone back to being great for him. There wouldn’t have been a kid around to stop him from getting that Elixir of Life. He would’ve gotten a body again, maybe one with hair and a nose, and gone back to his favorite hobbies: morning house elf kicking, going down to the pub with his Death Eaters, Avada Kedavra-ing the bartender because he doesn’t serve snake milk, taking over more of the wizarding world every day – all of it. If he’d known about this all-important scene, and had the wherewithal to stop it, he could’ve prevented his life from spiraling into this:
This was a particular low point. Even lower than becoming an evil infant.
Happily for us and Harry, Voldemort never bothered to study the science of story, and obviously wasn’t a writer. Writers know this scene instinctively, and their brains are geared to generate these story events endlessly.
So! What story event holds all this power? An event that can make or break the story? To find out, let’s remove it from some movies and see what happens.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:
Kowalski never picks up Newt’s case. In fact, Jacob gets run over by a renegade penny-farthing rider just before he picks it up. Newt grabs his magical suitcase, and continues about his business.
Yup, Jacob gets runs over by this guy.
And Newt doesn’t even notice.
Rapunzel asks Gothel if she can go see the floating lights for her birthday. Gothel doesn’t say “You may never ask to leave this tower again.” She instead says, “Sure! Let’s go. Bring a thermos of hazelnut soup for the trip.”
Uh … yum.
Voldemort gets a job at the post office and intercepts every Hogwarts letter sent to Harry. He then sabotages every attempt the wizarding world makes to contact Harry. Maybe he even fakes Harry’s death.
And Harry continues his lifetime of frying bacon for Dudley.
So, with these changes, what happens next in these stories?
– Newt finishes his business in New York, and sails back to London.
– Rapunzel goes on a trip, returns to her tower, finds Flynn there, hits him with a frying pan, and he runs for his life.
– Harry never finds out he’s a wizard.
Or in other words, nothing. Nothing happens next. They have ceased to be stories.
How did removing one event stop them from happening?
Because the event we removed was the Catalyst. The inciting incident. The event that triggers CHANGE.
In stories, a catalyst causes things to happen. The hero is always paralyzed in some way in the beginning, their ordinary life stagnant and unchanging. The catalyst introduces change, motion, trouble. Without it, nothing else can happen. Which is why a villain would be really smart to keep his nemesis in that trouble-free life, and prevent any sort of catalyst that could trigger a story.
Oddly, heroes are far more prone to killing catalysts. Some ignore it, refuse to be affected by it, or – worst of all – complain about it. Imagine Harry getting the mysterious letters from no one, but having no desire to read it, simply wishing to keep things as they are. Imagine Newt shrugging when he discovers his case is gone, and saying “Well, I can get other magical creatures” before going back to London. Or Rapunzel being perfectly content to practice ventriloquism and dip candles for the rest of her life. This is why whiny main characters who “just want to be a normal person” or “just want to be happy” are so annoying: they are stopping their own story from happening.
So! This one is super easy. When you’re developing the foundation of your story, ask yourself these things: What event is going to trigger change in my hero’s life? And how will they react?
It had been two months since you and Sebastian renegotiated the terms of your contract.
In addition to his typical duties, he was now committed to fulfilling your most intimate carnal desires.
Everything and anything was permitted under one vital condition: he must keep things interesting.
Night fell and you found yourself taking your evening tea in the library. Alone.
You impatiently page through the book at your desk, glancing at the clock every few paragraphs. Your heart begins to race and your palms grow sweaty. Your legs numb in anticipation. Could he have forgotten?
You idly scan the text. Flip the page. Glance at the clock.
Scan. Flip. Glance. Repeat.
After 45 minutes of this routine your knees are shaking and your stomach is in knots. Very much like a junkie in need of a fix, your body is responding to the withdrawal of the thing you crave the most. His touch. His smell. His taste.
“He’s a sadist,” you decide to yourself as you make your way over to the mini bar. You need a drink. Something to calm your nerves. A glass of Scotch? Vodka? No. You opt for wine, a drink with a hue reminiscent of his deep crimson eyes.
You reach for a glass to pour your drink when suddenly a hand reaches out from behind you, taking yours.
“Drinking on a weekday is not wise. Especially when one has business to attend to in the morning.” He whispers in your ear. It is then that you become aware of the close proximity of the front of his body to your backside. A sheer nightgown the only thing separating your bare skin and his suit. He takes your hand and lowers it to your side.
“You’re late.” You remark feigning coldness despite your body feeling as if it was being dipped in hot candle wax. His arrival relieves you but you’d rather not give him the satisfaction of knowing all the ways in which he has plunged you into a world of agony and yearning.
He runs a gloved hand under your nightgown and up your thigh. Slowly. Carefully.
“Sometimes the anticipation of the act can be far more intense than the act itself.” You can hear a slight grin in his voice.
His hand continues up your thigh, over your hip, and stops just under your ribcage.
You can feel his warm breathe on your neck. “I promise I’ll make the wait worth it.”
His hand cups your breast as he runs his tongue from the back of your neck down to the edge of your collarbone. His finger gently caresses your erect nipple. He grabs your waist with his other hand and turns you around to face him.
Your eyes meet his and you immediately melt in their carmine glow. He agilely removes his suit jacket and begins to roll up each of his sleeves. He doesn’t break the mutual gaze as he places his finger in his mouth and removes his glove with his teeth. Sebastian leans in to kiss you. You wrap your hands around his neck. The taste of his tongue is enough to drive you wild. He gently bites your bottom lip and pulls away, flashing you a devilish smile.
He leads you to the reading desk, propping you up against it before colliding into another kiss. His hand runs up your leg and stops mid-thigh. He kisses your lips and trails slowly down your jaw and neck, running his tongue lightly across your collar bone.
You push yourself onto the desk so you’re sitting comfortably and open your legs as a nonverbal invitation. He chuckles softly.
“Mmm…I see.” He says, gently running his hand higher up your thigh and between your legs. Higher. And higher. Until finally reaching your sweet spot. “Is this where you’d like me to direct my attention to, my lady?” He delicately traces your outer labia with his pointer and middle finger, teasing you. It’s driving you mad. Worst yet is the fact that he can tell. Your breathing quickens and you respond with a light moan.
He removes your nightgown in one swift movement. Placing his hand on your back, he leans in and lightly licks and gently nibbles at your nipples while lowering you on the desk so you are now in a comfortable laying position. Sebastian runs a trail of kisses along your stomach and down to your warm center. You can feel his hot breathe on your lips as he runs his nose along your slit, inhaling deeply. “Your smell is enticing.” He says in a milky voice.
He begins to lightly kiss your outer labia from top to bottom before inserting his tongue in between your lips and slowly sliding it up. He spreads your legs and begins licking rhythmically, occasionally stopping to gently suck and pull your inner labia with his mouth. He wraps his lips around your clit and begins to suck and flick with the tip of his tongue while slowly inserting two fingers inside of you. Your moans have increased wildly and you have your hands buried in his hair. He glances up at you mid-taste still engrossed in your body and the sight is enough to send you over the edge. Your grip tightens around his hair and you finally let go, releasing warm cream on his fingers. He licks you once more and sucks his fingers clean. As you lay back in ecstasy, he lowers himself over you and greets your lips once more with a kiss.
“My lady,” he grinned, “you make a most delicious meal.”
This spell is useful for uncovering hidden secrets, discovering the causes of things, to develop your critical and analytical faculties, for protection against gossip, for a good reputation and the regard of those in authority, for interesting encounters while traveling, and for enhanced ability to make shrewd decisions that will affect your life in important ways.
As always, feel free to modify this spell to suit your own needs and resources.
1. Lay down a grey altar cloth.
2. Dress a white candle with Myrrh essential oil and place it in the North of the altar and light it.
3. Put a feather in the East of the altar.
4. Place a small bowl of Olive oil in the South of the altar.
5. Place an hourglass in the West of the altar.
6. Rest the Hermit card upright against the candle.
7. Dip the feather into the olive oil and wipe a small bit on your forehead.
8. Dip the feather into the oil again and sprinkle droplets around the altar in a clockwise direction.
9. Replace the feather and turn over the hourglass, so that the sand begins running through the narrow channel.
10. Visualize yourself as a tree, with the roots deepening into the earth, and the branches reaching far up into the sky. Feel the wind on your arms, and imagine that fruit of many kinds is growing from your fingers. Underneath your toes you can sense tiny animals burrowing into the ground.
11. Focus on the image on the card, and allow it to grow, until finallyl the Hermit walks out of the card and into the room in front of you. Allow him to walk right into you physically. He has now become a part of you.
12. When all the sand has run through the hourglass, sprinkle some salt around the rim of the altar, working in a clockwise direction.
Spell from Terry Donaldson’s The Tarot Spellcaster
Adding your own personal touches to your witchy tools is an easy way to empower them. If you’re making your own candles you can layer the herbs throughout the candle by have a plate of your favourable herbs and rolling the candle in the herbs a few times throughout the candle making process.
If you have store bought candles and wish to add herbs, choose your herbs according to your magickal workings. To attach the herbs to the candles, melt a few tea lights in a saucepan on low heat, and once they have reached liquid state dip in your candle and proceed to roll it throuhg your plate of herbs and then re-dip it in the melted tealights
I meant to post this when I actually made it, but oh well! So this is my very first spell jar, and I made it myself.
I put a layer of sea salt in the bottom for cleansing and getting rid of negative energies, pressed rose petals I had from a Valentine’s Day years ago for love and happiness, and lavender for happiness, protection, and healing. I also added in a small Tiger’s Eye bead (for protection) and as I was adding in each ingredient, I kept saying to myself over and over “I am loved, I am happy, I am protected”.
Once I was done with that, I put the cork on my bottle, dipped it in my candle warmer with melted yellow wax (I’m an extremely clumsy person, so I don’t do the pouring melted wax game 😂), and to activate it, I gave it a couple shakes.
And that was it! So far it’s proved to work very well!! So hooray for me!
Venus in Aries- Angered kisses, a short fuse, arriving at an amusement park, holding hands in public, being made fun of for liking someone, defending yourself, being willing to die for someone.
Venus in Taurus- Feeling unsure, feeling out of control, wanting more than you’ve been given, not wanting to rush anything, soft kisses, slow movements, eating dinner with someone you love, lighting a candle and dipping your finger in the wax.
Venus in Gemini- Calling someone your boyfriend or girlfriend, making eye contact with your crush, writing love letters during the school day, brushing past them in the hall, not wanting to get your heart broken, fighting with your lover over silly things.
Venus in Cancer- Tissues, addictive personalities, dancing with your lover in the kitchen, sun dresses, something missing in your chest, finding yourself in someone else’s eyes, realizing that it wasn’t meant to be, thinking of childhood sweethearts.
Venus in Leo- Putting someone on a pedestal, cheering someone’s name at a soccer game, walking someone to their door, kisses in between sentences, waking up next to the person that you love, walking down the aisle and seeing him waiting to spend the rest of his life with you.
Venus in Virgo- Innocent love, kisses on the forehead, planning a wedding, something classy, introducing your lover to your family, something stable, wooden furniture, a simple life, children running around, spring time, lilies.
Venus in Libra- Highschool sweethearts, floral prints, waiting for the last bell to ring, whispering something in your lover’s ear, going to parties with someone you love, dressing up for them, giggles in the back seat of a car, prom night, feeling uncommitted.
Venus in Scorpio- Secret love, sleepovers, going to the movie theater with your crush, when he puts his arm around you, sneaking out of the house to go see someone, being pushed up against a wall, giving a hickey, getting in trouble with your parents.
Venus in Sagittarius- Friendly love, developing romantic feelings for your best friend, realizing something that you should have a long time ago, wanting the best for someone else, being willing to say goodbye, being willing to say hello.
Venus in Capricorn- Thinking about someone that you love, not being able to concentrate, biting your lip when you see them, feeling low, listening to vinyl records, asking someone for commitment, stubborn fights, hugging it out.
Venus in Aquarius- Traveling with the person that you love most, deciding to grow up, making a joke, taking a swim in the ocean, resting your head on their chest, taking a nap with them, feeling like you’re on top of the world, finding your home in someone else.
Venus in Pisces- Unconditional love, being proposed to, growing old together, losing a loved one, feeling guilt, wanting to make things better, finding out that you’re pregnant, maternal instincts, craving specific foods, receiving flowers, getting an ultrasound.
It has been nearly a year since I started this large drawing. I have come close to permanently storing it away multiple times but continue to chip away at it. So much of the time I criticize myself for being so slow in my work, for taking months on a single piece while other artists have finished six.
When I was in Iceland I went to a museum of Viking history and there,
a case by itself, a large and mighty ancient Icelandic manuscript held me transfixed, handwritten in a script that
today has been reduced to a novelty font on the computer. But here, staring at each hand painted letter
with their thick arches tapering into wispy tails as fine as lamb’s hair, I
imagined the man who brought them to life, one by one, with an aching back and
hunched over a handcrafted desk by the light of a hand dipped candle throwing quaking
shadows across the room. His story, or the story he was charged with telling,
was worthy of the time required to tell it.
Who today can say they have devoted twenty years, ten years, or even one year of their life to bringing something into this world with only the strength in their fingers and an indomitable patience in their heart. Today, when one can’t be bothered to type out full words in a text, let alone sit down to write a thank you letter, I can try to see my work as honoring a time when time was not treated as a race, but as a legacy.
Spell for PTSD Suffers or those who have just been through trauma
***not a medical practitioner, this spell is not a replacement for meds, Doctor visit or therapy. I am in a treatment program for my PTSD and this is to supplement my medication and CBT. ***
🌚 A gold candle
🌚A black candle
🌚 A bay leaf
🌚glass, metal or ceramic bowl
🌚 pinch of sea salt, cardamom, allspice, cinnamon, egg shell powder or course ground egg shells, and cornmeal
🌚 a splash of full moon water or blessed water
A cleanser such as sage smoke, sage spray, sea salt spray or incense to cleanse the area before and after the spell.
As always, cast the circle and invoke your deities or elements
Take your cardamom, allspice, cinnamon , eggshell powder, sea salt and cornmeal and ground them together until a brown powder is seen.
Take the water and add a splash into the bowl. Should be like a murky puddle.
Light both candles and anoint them with the potion you created above.
Dip the bay leaf into the potion. Make sure it’s wet and has the herbs on it.
This is where you envision your demons, dark memories or your anxieties. Envisioning and focus is key in this spell. It is not a vocal spell. It’s tapping into your mind and soul.
Dip the wet bay leaf into the flame of each candle. Careful not to burn your fingers and keep the potion near by to extinguish the leaf if it catches fire.
The leaf will smoke while you dip it in each candle flame. Envision your flashbacks, nightmares, anxieties, triggers or your negative energy rising through the smoke and disappearing. Let the smell of the herbs invoke inner strength, peace, passion and love.
Let the bay leaf protect you.
I did this until my leaf was completely black. I thanked my deities and cleaned the space upon completion of the spell. Snuff the candle flame. Don’t blow it out. Take your potion and leaf out doors and dispose of it. I put my potion and leaf into my pot of basil.
It’s all about controlling your own thoughts and being in control of what is allowed into your subconscious.
squishy red caterpillar, heart stress ball, red/orange cinnamon candle, gold/green colourshift slime, box maze, two blacklight putties, a few of my favorite rocks, beans that roll around in your hands, a time-turner, red slime, orange heat-changing slime, yellow clicky capsules, silver slime, blue poppy dolphin, squishy dalmatian, spring, chocolate-scented dough, red liquid hourglass, shimmery slime, yellow dip-candle i made, ocean water-wiggly, broken tangle that’s still lovely to play with, glass putty i put sparkles in, clay beads, jacob’s ladder, another candle i made, koosh ball, edamame popper, water beads, glowy bracelet, soft blue case that i put on-the-go toys in, more water beads, and a geode!!!