I had a really cool experience with this sachet! Until now, this sachet has been charging in a black drawstring bag with money, corresponding tarot cards, and an enchanted devil’s shoestring (so charging for about 3~4 days). Today, when I decided to use my tarot cards and check on the sachet, immediately after opening the black bag & smelling the sachet, I noticed a gold coin on my floor (the one pictured)… I have never owned a $1 James Monroe coin before and I had just vacuumed so I have no idea how it got there! Immediately, I knew I had to share!!! I was going to wait until I had used it in my new serving job, but this was way to cool! It smells amazing and has lots of strong energy~!
Chamomile : Money
Patchouly : Money
Basil : Wealth
Elder : Prosperity
Lemon Balm : Success
Bay Leaf : To write your sigil
Enchant all of your herbs as necessary. On a bay leaf, create a sigil or write out intention. I personally created a sigil based off the intention. “I will make good money.” Burn the bay leaf and then add to enchanted herbs. Place into sachet and DONE!
To make this sachet more effective…
Bind with green ribbon/lace
Burn a green candle while creating this Sachet
How I charged my sachet…
I think how I charged this sachet largely influences its energy! I placed my sachet in a black drawstring bag (you could also wrap in cloth or put in larger jar) with the following items:
Money (I just put $2)
King of Pentacles
Ace of Pentacles
VII of Pentacles
Page of Pentacles
X of Pentacles
IX of Pentacles
Enchanted Devil’s Shoestring
The longer you charge your sachet, the more effective it will be! I hope everyone has positive results!
The weather in London had been gloomy and overcast for days and chilly, perfect weather for snow and Rosie who was now two, stood at the window everyday and asked for snow ever since she heard her daddy mention the word.
Sherlock picked her up and looked out the window and was of course happy to indulge her by explaining where snow comes from and all the previous snows in recent history but she just frowned and pouted “I want snow now!” with her little fists rolled up in a ball. it was actually really cute and John had to turn so she wouldn’t see him grinning at her which would just make things worse.
Sherlock put her back on the floor and explained to her that she’d have to wait and maybe if she got lucky they may have snow later today or tomorrow. All day she kept wandering to the window and walking away broken hearted because there was no snow.
When John arrived home from the clinic she wailed at him, “Daddy I want snow!”
He scooped her up and said, “I know love and tomorrow the forecast is calling for snow so maybe you’ll get lucky and have your snow then. Do you even know what snow looks like?”
“Yes, papa showed me some on the laptop and all the kinds of things you can do in the snow.”
John smiled at Sherlock and mouthed thank you and Sherlock nodded.
“Let’s decide what to have for dinner and spend the rest of the evening drawing about what we want to do if it snows tomorrow.”
Rosie seemed to like that idea and agreed to John’s suggestion of stir fry and soon they were all lying on the floor drawing pictures of tomorrow.
When Rosie’s head began to droop around eight, Sherlock picked her up and carried her upstairs and got her ready for bed while John cleaned up the pictures -carefully hung them on the wall - and put the crayons and leftover paper away.
Overnight the temperature dropped and the snow began to fall. When morning came there was at least five inches on the ground and John could hear Rosie calling from her cot. “Daddy! Did it snow yet?”
Sherlock buried his head under his pillow and John got up and put his robe on and took to the stairs. “I don;t know sweetheart, let’s go find out.” he said cheerfully.
He picked her up and took her downstairs to the window where she could see everything covered in glistening white. Her face lit up. “Daddy, it’s beautiful!”
“Yes it is sweetheart.’
She squirmed out of his arms to the floor and took off for their bedroom and jumped on the bed. “Papa, papa! Guess what?!”
“What love?” Sherlock asked, his voice gruff, peeking out under the pillow.
“It SNOWED! Can we go play in the snow? PLEASE?”
Sherlock sat up and John nodded yes and Sherlock said “I think that would be fine as long as we have good breakfast first and bundle up warmly.”
Rosie nodded her head and asked for pancakes and John headed into the kitchen to start the pancakes so they could begin their day.
“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.” Stiles/Derek
Stiles lets himself into Derek’s
apartment, calling out a hello as he dumps Derek’s mail on the side. It’s not
an unusual habit, Stiles spotting Derek’s scant bills and correspondence in his
mailbox and grabbing it for him on the way up. What is unusual
is Derek not rolling his eyes when Stiles comes through the door with his post. He likes to complain that he
might have something private in there and that Stiles is too nosy for his own
good. Stiles always taps his nose, says it’s too cute to be an annoyance, and
Derek rolls his eyes again, turns away with a fond smile.
Stiles likes putting that smile
there, likes seeing Derek happy, revelling in something as easy and light as
gentle bickering. To some people it might seem like nothing, to Stiles and
Derek it’s a damn miracle. After everything they’ve been through, survived, to
come out the other side and still have some sort of lightness inside of them;
Stiles is endlessly grateful. He’s
glad to be alive, glad that Derek is, too. He likes getting into the semantics
of whether or not having a cute nose gets him a free pass when it comes to
rummaging through Derek’s mailbox. Besides, it’s not like he ever reads it; Derek doesn’t get anything
particularly interesting. That’s not the point, it’s just a habit, now. The
same way Derek always reminds Stiles to take a sweater with them if they’re
headed out, or Stiles picks up Hershey’s kisses at the store because he knows
Derek likes them, but won’t buy them himself on pain of death.
Summary: Chaos, besides its own natures, has a little order on it. Chaos, without order, leads to destruction itself. When the object holding the chaos of the world is damaged, maybe a little more than order is going to be needed to fix it. Abomination! AU
Ladybug dropped her transformation inside her room, it felt like as if another
weight had been added to her shoulders. Eyes closed and fist clenched, she
could feel the worried looks Tikki sent her, waiting patiently for her to speak,
which didn’t help to diminish the bitter sensation in the pit of her stomach.
many questions were forming inside her head, bubbling, boiling, twisting her
thoughts and making her imagination run wild, with so many different scenarios
and so many ‘hows’ and ‘whys’.
that didn’t stop when she comforted Maya after cleaning the akuma and made her
brother apologize to her, who hugged the little girl with tears in his eyes,
promise after promise leaving the mouth of the teenage boy.
that continued forming when she, as Marinette, forced a smile to the kids and
the clearly angry-and apologetic- Ms. Chamack when they said goodbye to her and
her mother, who noticed Marinette’s strange behavior and asked if everything
that only increased when she left her house once again as her alter ego and
searched and searched, cold air hitting her face, the smell of winter starting
to cover the streets of Paris, the sound of people going on with their lives
like they had learned to do after the first akuma attacks.
that came along with a pair of green eyes that belonged to the person she was
pair of green eyes that were sad, confused and scared.