fresh spirit

Some Urban Witchcraft Things I Do
  • Using small shielding wards while moving in crowded spaces to stop people from entering my personal space, using it to get a space on the train while others try very hard to not be too close.
  • Being a regular customer at a coffee shop, where the barista knows your order, using that regularity and infusing it in the drink to ensure a smooth work day.
  • Tapping into the electrical energy of street lights, traffic lights, the tangles of power lines or the wire work embedded in the concrete. Tapping into it to feel the pulse of the entire city and how its as never-ending and expansive as nature and the cosmos
  • Borrowing energies from businesses, abandoned spaces and construction equipment for on-the-fly spells. (Once I used a buzz saw being used for a building renovation for a shield spell)
  • Pausing at florist displays to communicate with the small fresh spirits living in the cultivated potted gift plants, their energies foreign in the space.
  • Meditating on public transit, buses and trains, tapping into the circuits they run, the power that sustains them, and the thousands of people constantly on and off them.
  • Meeting eyes with the birds who brave the city streets, connecting a kin-ess of survival under such unnatural conditions. 
  • Marking sigils in the crook of my elbow in sharpie after designing them on the receipts that are tangled in my pockets.
  • Recognizing the glamor in mundane objects in stores, items being charged by desire and brand recognition by those who handle them, recognizing the residual affect it has on you after touching it.
  • Instinctively finding green spaces and specific plants you enjoy (for me its lavender, I can smell it from a block away) and having a mental map of where to pilfer powerful plants from city gardens. 
  • Feeling the spirit of the city, all the energies of thousands of people and history and industry only -just- covering the nature that existed there for millennia before it, feeling all this as you walk through the quiet dark streets in the early morning hours. 

Korra:  Raava, I missed you. Where have you been?
Raava: I have always been inside of you.


leo is ultimately poetic, their every movement can be a brush stroke of divinity. the sun rules leo and gives them a fresh face and spirit for life, and the leo heart is as generous as the sun is bright. leo is the sign of self amusement and laughter. they are constantly playing tricks on people and messing with the joker himself. they are nonjudgmental - until they see this hurting a child or animal

Sanvers College AU: Finals Week

This goes out to all of yall going through finals: you are amazing and I promise, you will get through it! Remember that your grades are not a reflection of your self-worth, and you have so much to be proud of. You’re almost there and you can do it!!!! <3 <3 <3 

The only advantage of finals week is that she almost never has to change out of her pajamas.

Maggie says they’re cute.

She only hears Eliza’s voice in her head, laughing softly and asking her why exams prevent her from proper hygiene.

Because of you, Mom, she wants to say, but she only says it in her head.

Because Eliza also texts her every day, wishing her luck while telling her she doesn’t need luck, because she is brilliant, and she is proud of her, and she can do this.

It warms her heart, but it makes her feel the pressure more acutely, somehow all at the same time.

She lets Maggie read the texts over her shoulder.

Maggie never says anything.

There’s been radio silence from her mother for going on five years now.

So they don’t talk about it. Eliza. Because Alex wonders if it’s better to have a mother who showers her with both love and with pressure than to have a mother who doesn’t even know her daughter’s in college, let alone going through finals week.

They don’t talk about it, but Maggie squeezes her thigh and kisses the back of her neck and Alex does the same for her.

It’s just as well.

They have studying to do.

Sometimes Alex needs to down anti-anxiety meds and coffee – it makes her shake terribly, but it keeps her awake and it keeps her from panicking so hard she can’t breathe – and lock herself in a study room in the library, alone.

Maggie smuggles in food at three am, and she makes sure Alex eats and drinks before she retreats back out of Alex’s frenetic study space.

Sometimes Alex needs to lay on the floor of Maggie’s dorm room, flat on her back, her feet up on Maggie’s couch, in Maggie’s lap, while Maggie and Lena quiz her, rapid fire – the only way she likes it, under pressure – on quantum entanglement and polyatomic anions and seventeenth century French politics.

Lena has to help them both with that last bit: boarding school prepared her for those history tests better than anything Maggie or Alex had experienced. 

Alex still nearly fails.

Maggie has to hold her all night to remind her that she is not her test grades.

That her worth is far greater, always, than the sum of her scores.

Maggie doesn’t talk much about her own stress.

About the way she studies long after even Alex falls asleep.

Because Lena’s mother is paying for everything, and Alex’s mother is paying for everything, but Maggie doesn’t even know her mother anymore, and even if she did, paying for college would be a waste because she could just stay on the family farm.

She scoffs to herself.

She could have, if they let her.

But they didn’t, so she’s on scholarship. She’s on scholarship that she worked silently, steadily, desperately to get. 

She’s on scholarship and she cannot lose it.

Because if she loses it, she will have no education, no housing, no job, no income, no Alex. No anything.

If she loses it, she’ll be fourteen again.

So Alex sets her alarm for four am, because they don’t talk about it, but Alex still knows. She sets her alarm and she bundles herself in her biggest hoodie and she stumbles out to the only all night cafeteria across campus, and she comes back to feed Maggie, just like Maggie feeds her. 

She holds her and she tells her she’s incredible and she’s tough and she’s smart and she’s going to kick this exam in the face.

Lena, sleeping on her and Maggie’s couch with an astrophysics book still in her hands, mutters something about blackbody radiation, and Alex and Maggie have to stifle each other’s giggles.

None of them wake up in time for their biology exam.

Lucy Lane has to burst into Maggie and Lena’s dorm, hollering about Alex needing to text when she’s not going to come home, to text when she’s planning to sleep away that perfect grade they all know she’s going to get, and “hey, Sawyer, anyone tell you you look adorable in Danvers’s sweaters?” and “Danvers, I know we have to get going, but damn, do you maybe wanna put on some pants first?”

Her jovial spirit doesn’t fool any of them: they know she’s been up all night, same as them, pacing, panicking, but they know James and Winn kept her sane, kept her safe, kept her stable.

Alex smiles down at the text she gets from Kara, from Eliza, a selfie of the two of them together, holding a sign that Kara clearly made, telling her that her semi-permeable membranes are only letting in the best of luck.

Maggie reminds Alex to eat something to go with her anti-anxiety pill, and Lena takes hers when she thinks no one’s watching. Lucy touches her arm and gives her a small grin.

“The boys are saving us seats,” she tells them all. “I don’t think Schott wanted to risk getting decapitated by any of you if he walked in and you weren’t decent or something.”

“He knows we’re all queer, right?”

“He also knows you’re all dangerous.”

Alex, Lena, and Maggie grin, shrug, and nod. “Fair point.”

They walk in together, and Maggie hugs James, hugs Winn. Lena and Alex sort of grin at them faintly.

Maggie kisses Alex’s hand.

“You’re amazing, Danvers,” she whispers as they settle into their lecture hall seats. “And when we’re done, you can make like DNA helicase and unzip – “

“Oh my god, Sawyer, we’re about to take a final, could you not?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to comfort my girlfriend, you don’t have to get all snappy because you don’t have one.”

She, Lucy, and Alex all stare at each other for a long moment, and then lean into each other, bursting into hysterical laughter.

Maybe this – this friendship, this love, this community – maybe this was more important than the letter they earned, after all.

Alex still nearly throws up when the exam is placed in front of her, and Maggie closes her eyes for a long moment, doing what she always does with exams: wiping her mind completely blank – thank god for yoga – so when she opens her eyes, her knowledge will be fresh, her approach will be fresh, her spirit will be fresh. She focuses on writing her name, clean and neat and confident.

She’ll dive into the rest of the exam with that confidence.

The confidence – the drive – that the burden of her name gives her.

To her other side, Lena is doing the same. 

Alex and Lena are the first to finish and the last to leave.

Maggie, James, Lucy, and Winn all finish at different paces, but they all wait, idly going over their tests, doodling on their scrap paper, breathing, fantasizing, wishing, waiting – until Alex and Lena are done meticulously going over their answers, meticulously making sure that not a mark is out of place.

They don’t leave before their friends do because they know it’ll send them into a panic. That they did something wrong. That they’re stupid for taking too long. That they’re alone, alone, alone.

And they’re not alone. So they wait. 

And they all leave together, Alex with her phone bursting with congratulatory texts from Kara, taking selfies in her high school bathroom with thumbs up and kisses and congratulations on finishing captions.

They all leave together, pushing out the doors of the lecture hall, out of the maze of the science building, and into the dazzling daylight of their campus.

None of them have slept, and none of them have treated their bodies particularly well, beyond what the people who love them forced them to eat, to drink.

But now? Now they get to lay on the quad – James spreading his jacket down for Lena, Maggie pulling Alex into her arms, Lucy adjusting Winn like he’s a pillow – and they get to laugh, and they get to sleep, and they get to dare to dream that they’re worth it, that they did it, that are, indeed, more than the sum of their scores.

The Witch, the Wild, and Wellness

The worldview curated in the initiatory Houses/Threads/Families of traditional witchcraft, what many are now calling “bioregional animism” and “predation cosmology,” never posited a spirit world apart from the waking world of physicality.

Spirit did not become anchored in matter, these as these states of being were never apart. They are the same substance, the body of the living cosmos seen and unseen. Following Parmenides, there is no such thing as the “insubstantial.” The material is a fresh expression of spirit relationships, a world that is verbing, moving, interacting and sensing itself. Matter is spirit. The bioregion is the “otherworld,” but only because we have “othered” it in our construction of civilization. The wild Land, Sky, and Sea, Nature, is the host of the Unseen.

Sure we can experience a Faerie/dreamland/otherworld and a waking world distinctly just as we can experience the front side and back side of our bodies. But they are not really distinct if we consider our whole body. Where does the real dividing line lay, experientially, when we sense ourselves? The same between this body of flesh and the dream body we inhabit while sleeping, the line is infinitesimal, the monofiliment of being.

This is perhaps why the “hedge” is hard to find for those not suited for times and places that lie “betwixt and between.” That is to say, witches. It may surprise us when we first realize that the dreamland/vertical-axis/Faerie/underworld is the “inside” of reality, the innerworld, while we occupy the surface of reality here in the horizontal, waking world. Our dream bodies are native to the underworld, and when we die and can no longer wake, we will remain with that eternal self until perhaps we breath ourselves back into this waking world to be reborn.

But aside from what happens in death, or the nature of the death experience, bodies are the most holy substance of witchcraft. This may explain our adoration of sex, death, and dreams. The body is our prima materia, and our materia magica are the body parts of animal, vegetable, and mineral, as well as Fire. These things are all spirits with which we have relationships and ally ourselves to their sorcerous virtues. Witches are the Wild given human skin. The body of the witch is the body of the Land. We re-member the wholeness of reality, for the Wild contains civilization; it is bigger than civilization, which cannot actually occupy every space and moment.

Our modern human cultures, civilization, are mere blinks of the eye of wild Earth, of the ancient Cosmos. We know the preciousness of our bodies, temporary and fleeting are our lives and the love and personal relationships wrought within them. And the integrity of the Land is important to the witch for we cherish these things, just as we cherish the integrity of the natural human soul, unfettered by the many oppressions of the State. And while too much Wild will destabilize human cultures (and individual people), without it all creativity perishes. All beings deserve to drink from the crystal fountain of Wild Nature that flows up through us.

We tend carefully to the Wildness around us and within us. We try not to let the gunk of civilization, including many social complexes, poison the streams and dreams of our bioregions and bodies. May we always remember that as the Wild is the spiritworld itself, all our magic and all life depends on its wellness. Amen.

Let’s talk Ouija!

Ouija boards are one of my favorite things in this universe, and it saddens me to see them being so demonized and misunderstood, so I want to talk about that a little. I know there are tons of posts like these, butttt everyone has their own experiences, and it can never hurt to be informed.

First, some misconceptions about Ouija Boards

- If you use one, you’re inviting spirits into your house.
One thing I want to get clear, is if you contact a spirit through a ouija board (in your house, of course), it is already in your house, that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing, spirits are literally everywhere, and Ouija boards aren’t some sort of summoning portal, the spirit is going to be there whether you contact it or not.

- Ouija boards are evil.
While in some religions contacting spirits is considered an “evil” practice, that doesn’t mean the board itself is evil. Its cardboard, with words on it, it’s not like each one is made with a drop of satan’s blood. It’s basically like playing those “letter blocks” with a child, except, you know, with spirits.

- You can see spirits through the planchette glass.
No. Just, no. It’s glass, it’s not some sort of crystal disk to another dimension, if a spirit wants to be seen, chances are it’s not going to wait for you to stick a plastic triangle to your eye. (I’m talking to you Ouija movie)

- You can contact demons with a spirit board.
There’s a reason it’s called a spirit board, because it’s for spirits. It is in no way a “portal to hell” or anything like that, if an entity is telling you it’s a demon, it is lying, simply to mess with your mind. (Which happens often.)

- Ouija boards open portals that cannot be closed, or allow other spirits to come through.
Again, there is no magic portal being opened or anything, any spirits you communicate with through a spirit board are already present.

- Having a ouija board in your house is inviting to spirits.
If this were the truth, every target and walmart in sight would be haunted. It just doesn’t work that way. I cannot stress it enough, it is only cardboard.

- A spirit can “kill” you, if you use a ouija board.
You are much stronger than any spirit, and they cannot hurt you. There is no need to be afraid, they can sense fear, and they “feed” off your negative energy, aka they find it entertaining.

Do’s and Don’ts!


- Treat them like you would want to be treated, don’t expect a spirit to be nice to you if you aren’t nice in return.

- Be respectful, treat them like a friend, you are the one bothering them after all.

- Say goodbye when you’re finished, don’t leave them hanging, it’s rude.


- Play the ouija board while intoxicated, you don’t want to end up saying something you will regret in the morning.

- Ask a spirit how it died, where it died, how old it is, or anything you could imagine being invasive, they have feelings too.

- Be too serious about it, it’s a game, it’s meant to be played for fun. However, you should never treat it like a joke, or go in with “negative” intentions.

- Let someone pressure you into playing, talking to spirits is a very personal thing, it should be your decision, and it is not necessary to play with more than one person. (in most cases.)

- Don’t expect a spirit to communicate with you, spirits are not obligated to talk to you.

- Burn the board after playing, it’s unnecessary. The spirit isn’t going to leave if you do that, because it was there to start with.

- Believe everything a spirit says, spirits can lie too.

- Be afraid, sometimes weird things happen when contacting spirits, things may move, or you might hear a noise or two, don’t fret, they’re only trying to scare you. Not all spirits are nice.

If you are scared and want to stop playing, simply say goodbye politely (always say goodbye, just because they’re being mean doesn’t mean you have to also,) and stop playing. Even leave the room if it makes you feel better, get some fresh air.

Let the spirit know you are not afraid, let the spirit know you are stronger than them. Eventually the spirit will leave if they don’t find you entertaining enough.

Feel free to ask any questions you want!

,also thanks to some of the posts I used for reference here. <3

aries is a sign i spend a lot of time reflecting on. watching my baby daughter grow, squeal and giggle in public, make a lot of noise, throw things and experience life as is, without labels and without a social or self conscience is observing aries. everything is new and exciting and something to be played with and explored. aries approaches all elements of life, work, study, travel, socialisation, sex, with this infantile enthusiasm and intrigue. the sort of regulation and restrictions we apply to ourselves are disregarded by aries, it is all about personal experience, learning, and developing. this is not to say that aries people have the maturity or intelligence of a baby. but the way that the individual launches into life with open arms and open eyes, innocent and full of curiosity smells of the infant freshness. the spirit for probing the universe has been untouched, and they are drunk on excitement and rapture. if aries tried to draw the world that they see and perceive, none of us would believe it


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