heavenly hosts

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TONIGHT: MASS SPELL AGAINST DONALD TRUMP! Here’s the spell!

(Light white candle)
Hear me, oh spirits
Of Water, Earth, Fire, and Air
Heavenly hosts
Demons of the infernal realms
And spirits of the ancestors
(Light inscribed orange candle stub)
I call upon you
To bind
Donald J. Trump
So that he may fail utterly
That he may do no harm
To any human soul
Nor any tree
Animal
Rock
Stream
or Sea
Bind him so that he shall not break our polity
Usurp our liberty
Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair
And bind, too,
All those who enable his wickedness
And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies
I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them
As with chains of iron
Bind their malicious tongues
Strike down their towers of vanity
(Invert Tower tarot card)
I beseech thee in my name
(Say your full name)
In the name of all who walk
Crawl, swim, or fly
Of all the trees, the forests,
Streams, deserts,
Rivers and seas
In the name of Justice
And Liberty
And Love
And Equality
And Peace
Bind them in chains
Bind their tongues
Bind their works
Bind their wickedness


(Light the small photo of Trump from the flame of the orange candle stub and hold carefully above the ashtray)
(Speak the following loudly and with increasing passion as the photo burns to ashes)
So mote it be!
So mote it be!
So mote it be!
(Blow out orange candle, visualizing Trump blowing apart into dust or ash*)
(Pinch, blow, or snuff out the white candle, ending the ritual)

(Sourced from Huffington Post)

✨Have fun witches, let him have it ✨
Remember that if you don’t have certain components for this spell, you can always change it to fit your own craft!

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the Devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God, cast into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits, who wander now throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

Saint Michael Prayer

Saint Michael the Archangel,

defend us in the day of battle.

Be our safeguard against the

wickedness and the snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him we humbly pray

and do thou O Prince of the Heavenly Host,

cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits

who prowl throughout the world

seeking the ruin of souls.

Amen

If you ever need some angel music to meditate to the following are excellent choices:

  • Ascension With Archangels - Roberto Coccia
    (features tracks for Michael, Chamuel, Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, Jophiel, and Zadkiel)
  • Archangels - Jared Clark
    (features tracks for Michael, Gabriel, Raphiel, Raziel, Haniel, Jeremiel, Metatron, Sandalphon, Ariel, Chamuel, Raguel, Uriel, Jophiel, Zadkiel, and Azrael)
  • Angels - David Hicken
    (features tracks for Celeste, Michael, Seraphina, Desirée, Uriel, Rosetta, Francesca, Indriel, Akasha,  Aurora, Raphael, and Gabriel)

anonymous asked:

hey could you recommend your all time favourite destiel fics?

Hey, dear anon!

Oh yes, I would love to :D I mean, there are a lot of fics I read that are clearly exceptional and awesome and amazing and [insert further compliments here], so I’m just going with the ones I’ve read over and over again because I’m addicted to them and I can’t help myself ;D


a turn of the earth by mishcollin

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run …

(I probably recommended this fic about a thousand times before, but I’m never gonna stop because it’s just so freaking epic ;D)

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Not Part of the Plan by  Annie D (scaramouche)

Castiel’s spent most of his adult life keeping his head down and staying out of trouble. This is a deliberate choice on his part, because as a cousin of the King, he’d rather stay unimportant and forgotten. This changes abruptly when King Michael decides that he has a better use for Castiel: he is to be wed to a noble member of the neighboring Republic, as part of an agreement between their two nations.

(If you don’t know this series you should immediately change that because it’s seriously amazing! The whole setting, the developing relationship of Dean and Cas – it’s addicting!)

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How to Date an Angel in 12 Easy Steps by fourthduckling

It’s not that hard to date an angel. All Dean has to do is fight off hordes of vampires, research gay porn, get sucked into a crappy Narnia, endure Sam’s comments, creep out on Dr. Sexy, get harassed – oh, and that’s right– figure out he’s into Cas. Easy, right?

(Actually one of the first Destiel fics I read and still one of my favorites! I just reread it yesterday. It’s just so funny and so in character :D)

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Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata

When his partner Uriel, betrays him, Federal Agent Castiel Novak is saved from becoming a ritual sacrifice by brothers Dean and Sam Winchester …

(That’s seriously my kind of AU <33 FBI!Cas, hunter!Dean – not exactly on the same side of the law and still there is this powerful connection. I love it <33)

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Broadway Musical by Griftings

The romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

(This is honestly the funniest thing ever :DDD I was seriously laughing tears!! And I’m still doing after the hundredth reread :DD)

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Kiss the Baker by Ltleflrt

Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual …

(It’s just so sweet and fluffy without any kind of unnecessary drama (at least not between Dean and Cas) and I always love to read it when I need something to make me smile <3)

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Dean Winchester’s Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandonWinter_of_our_Discontent

Dean Winchester isn’t exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren’t sure whether they should be worried or relieved. But they’re starting to get the feeling there’s something important Dean’s not telling them about Cas…

(I just love outsider POV and this is so awesomely great!! It’s so much fun to read <33)

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Unbound by through_shadows_falling

In a world where Witches and Familiars depend on each other to survive, Dean Winchester remains Unbound, and his magic—and life—is dwindling.

(I’m a huge fan of witch/familiar stories and this one is just freaking epic <3)

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Unfamiliar by riseofthefallenone

“We all know that Familiars will be the closest to you. Your bond with a Familiar will transcend family, friends, and even your future husband or wife. A Familiar becomes a part of you, and you a part of them.”

(Did I mention that I like witch/familiar fics? ;p Another really great one!)

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A Man May Change by Hekate1308

Sam wishes he didn’t hate the person his brother has become. He really does.

(It’s just a short story compared to the others, but I’m really in love with it! Sam’s POV and how he experiences Dean’s change after his brother goes to college – it’s just a really great fic!)

SPN 12x11 Destiel coda fic

Super shamelessly sentimental episode coda. Not beta-read.

Title: And I will come again, my luve, (Though it were ten thousand mile.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 868

(AO3)

He’s sitting with a book of Indonesian legends, trying to concentrate. The words swim alarmingly, and he wonders if he ought to get up and fetch another cup of coffee. He fiddles with his phone, checking for messages, but there’s been nothing from Cas since his text four hours ago, claiming he was driving back to the bunker.

Sam had gone to bed hours ago, not arguing when Dean told him he wasn’t sleepy. His little brother had just looked knowing, giving Dean a quick hug before he ambled off to his own room. Dean sighs, rubbing at his eyes again. He’s just about to extract himself from his chair when he hears the creak of the bunker door open, and the sound of quiet footsteps as they descend.  

“Dean?” Cas’s voice is rough and surprised as he enters the war room, “it’s nearly three in the morning. Why aren’t you in bed?”

Dean looks up from his book and tries to smile at Cas.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, tapping at the chair next to him. Cas gives him a quick kiss and sinks down into it, blue eyes concerned. He raises a hand to Dean’s forehead, preparing to soothe any lingering pain, but Dean grabs his palm before he can, “I’m fine Cas. I just- you said you were on your way back, so anyway- how did the lead on Kelly go?”

Cas sighs.

“A dead end. I fail to see how this woman has concealed herself so effectively. All of the Heavenly Host are searching for her, it should be impossible.”

“We’ll find her, Cas.”

“I hope so,” Cas says, picking at his coat with his other hand, the left one firmly grasping Dean’s, “how was your case? Sam told me your phone had been destroyed.”

Dean hesitates. When he had texted Cas and mom from Sam’s phone on the way back to the bunker, he had deliberately left out details of him getting cursed. Sam had raised his eyebrows, but Dean hadn’t bothered to offer an explanation. He was sure Sam knew. But now with Cas actually in front of him, all dark circles and rumpled coat and general air of defeat and self-hatred, he can’t bring himself to add another burden.

“It went okay,” he smiles, “as well as it can go when Witches are involved.”

He pats Cas’s shoulder and stands up, ready to flee to his room and fall into bed.

“Dean,” Cas grabs his wrist, stopping him, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You were waiting for me,” Cas argues, standing up as well, “what was so important it couldn’t wait till tomorrow?”

He’s looking up at Dean, his eyes like the clear winter sky, limitless and accepting and so filled with pure affection that Dean crumples. He leans forward, resting his forehead on Cas’s shoulder, his hands going to Cas’s waist. The angel doesn’t bend or buckle at his weight, and simply holds Dean up, hands looping around Dean’s shoulders.

“I was cursed,” Dean says, his words muffled into Cas’s collar, “it was some crazy fast memory wiping bullshit, Cas.”

“Oh Dean,” Cas’s arms tighten around him, “how did you break it?”

“Sam asked Rowena for help. I didn’t want to worry you or mom and well… soon enough I didn’t even remember any of you.”

“I see,” Cas’s voice is calm and steady, making him feel somehow worse.

“Never thought I’d forget you or Sam,” Dean whispers.

Cas sighs and pulls away a little, resting his forehead against Dean’s.

“Memory is the one thing that belongs to an individual, the one thing that someone can possess in totality, the only thing that cannot be altered or destroyed by others in normal circumstances. Losing it - losing yourself - looking into the faces of the people you love without recognizing them, the agony in their eyes - the feeling that you’re missing something, like something’s slipping through your fingers… I know, Dean. I know.”

Dean blinks at him, at the overwhelming pain in the angel’s eyes. He thinks of Emmanuel, of those well-beloved eyes regarding Dean blankly on that long ago day, of his empty eyes in Lucifer’s crypt…

“I couldn’t even remember my own name,” Dean says softly, tears coming to his eyes.

Cas hushes him, looking distressed. He kisses the tears away, stroking at Dean’s back like a wounded animal’s.

“I - I was scared,” Dean whispers, looking away, at the seam of Cas’s collar, at the dark hair that curls lightly against his nape, "not of dying. It’s just - I tried so hard to hold on to the memories Cas, and I couldn’t stop them. I was alone.”

“Dean,” Cas whispers back, “I’m here.”

His hands creep up to cradle Dean’s face, the love shining in his eyes scorching Dean with its intensity. He kisses Dean over and over again, leaning him back against the table, whispering Dean’s name into every inch of his skin, every press of his lips a benediction, a promise. Dean shudders his way through it, holding on for dear life.    

“I’m here… I’ll always be here. Even if I forget, even if you do. I’ll never let you fall again.”

Dean shuts his eyes, clinging to Cas. And believes.


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Pope Leo XIII’s prayer to Saint Michael

Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle, be our protection against the malice and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.

Saint Michael, pray for us.

My Home (Coda to 12x15 “Between Heaven and Hell”)

Dean might have said he’d accept Sam’s decision, didn’t say he would like it. He needs some space, just so he can deal with the racing thoughts in his head. But when Cas drops the perfect distraction in his lap, how could he say no. But will this really distract him from his problems, or make him confront even more of them?  (AO3)

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PSA TO ALL WITCHES AGAINST TRUMP

Witches all over the world are going to be uniting to hex Donald Trump at the stroke of midnight on waning crescent moon ritual days, which are February 24th (midnight, Friday evening), March 26th, April 24th, May 23rd, June 21st (especially important as it is the summer solstice) etc.

~Supplies~
•Unflattering photo of Trump (aka any picture of Trump)
•Tower tarot card.
•Tiny stub of an orange candle (think one of Trump’s fingers).
•Pin or small nail
•White candle, representing the element of Fire
•Small bowl of water, representing elemental Water
•Small bowl of salt, representing elemental Earth
•Feather, representing the element of Air
•Matches or lighter
•Ashtray or dish of sand

Optional items include pyrite (or fool’s gold), sulfur, and black thread.
Carve the name “Donald J. Trump” into the orange candle with the pin, arrange the other items in a pleasing circle, and lean the tarot card on something so it is standing up vertically. Then, say a prayer for protection to your preferred deity.

~Ritual~
(Light white candle)
Hear me, oh spiritswickedness Earth, Fire, and Air
Heavenly hosts
Demons of the infernal realms
And spirits of the ancestors
(Light inscribed orange candle stub)
I call upon you
To bind
Donald J. Trump
So that he may fail utterly
That he may do no harm
To any human soul
Nor any tree
Animal
Rock
Stream
or Sea Bind him so that he shall not break our polity
Usurp our liberty
Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair
And bind, too,
All those who enable his wickedness
And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them
As with chains of iron
Bind their malicious tongues
Strike down their towers of vanity (Invert Tower tarot card) I beseech thee in my name
(Say your full name)
In the name of all who walk
Crawl, swim, or fly
Of all the trees, the forests,
Streams, deserts,
Rivers and seas
In the name of Justice
And Liberty
And Love
And Equality
And Peace Bind them in chains
Bind their tongues
Bind their works
Bind their wickedness

Blessed be, everyone!

Serious Post™ ahead, folks.

I want to discuss the importance of UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis), specifically in the angelkin community.

“Unverified personal gnosis (often abbreviated UPG) is the phenomenological concept that an individual’s spiritual insights (or gnosis) may be valid for them without being generalizable to the experience of others. It is primarily a neologism used in polytheistic reconstructionism, to differentiate it from ancient sources of spiritual practices.” (Wikipedia)

Many of us in the angelkin community are really forthcoming with memories and general information we’ve learned as time has gone on, which is amazing. However, I’ve noticed some issues with this. Many of these memories are taken as fact, for some reason. Leaving those who don’t share your exact same experience out, feeling invalid.

Leading by example, I’ll share my personal UPG.

I’m Sariel, Command of God. One of the (original) Seven Archangels, alongside Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Ramiel, and Raguel. I was a Watcher who was heavily involved in the creation of the Nephilim. I was punished for my crimes against creation, booted from my Archangel position, and sent into exile. I harbored no regrets for my creations. Eventually, I was permitted to come home, though it certainly was not easy.

I remember fighting alongside Michael on the battlefield in the moments before the Fall.

I remember being tried by the (new) Seven in front of the heavenly hosts for my crimes as a Watcher.

I remember a lot of things.

That is my UPG. That is my experience, my truth, and it can’t be verified. Furthermore, I recognize that not everyone will share this experience. And that’s okay!

We have this tendency as a community of needing to share all of the same memories. And I’m here to say that it’s okay if you don’t.

Your UPG is valid. Your truth is yours only, and it’s absolutely valid.

You experienced hardcore stuff? Rad.
You remember angel snowball fights? Awesome.
You don’t remember anything? Cool.

It’s awesome that we sometimes share memories! Revel in those moments! But we need to remember that it’s okay if we don’t all share the same memories. That no one experience is inherently correct or incorrect, simply because we think so.

Serious Post™ over.
Go team.

Holy

Evak Childhood Friends AU

Originally posted by thelovelyisak

Ages 5 and 7

It was a Wednesday when he first saw him. Isak thought he looked like one of his mama’s angels. The kinds that live in God’s love. He didn’t know they could be little boys too. He tugged his papa’s trouser leg, pointing at the angel. He was pushed in his direction, a tired ‘just go say hi, Isak’ echoing behind him.

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Us. No them.

“Stay on good terms with each other, held together by love. Be ready with a meal or a bed when it’s needed. Why, some have extended hospitality to angels without ever knowing it! Regard prisoners as if you were in prison with them. Look on victims of abuse as if what happened to them had happened to you. Honor marriage, and guard the sacredness of sexual intimacy between wife and husband. God draws a firm line against casual and illicit sex.” (Hebrews‬ ‭13:1-4‬ )

Regard prisoners as if you were in prison with them. Look on victims as if their abuse had happened to you. Put yourself in their place, see the world from their perspective, walk a mile in their shoes, learn about the pain that made them this way, understand the hardships that formed their life, show compassion to those who don’t think like you do.

The world we live in currently resides in the horrible mindset of us and them. This mindset poisons compassion and chokes grace. It teaches people that love is only useful for people like us and that it’s not afforded to them. That decency, respect, dignity, grace, and understanding are preserved for us and not wasted on them. How can we be this way when our Savior, the Lord of Lords, humbled Himself to our own stature to make us like Him? Our Prince of Peace literally took our place on the cross, as in He very literally put Himself in our place; Jesus looked upon the world and said to the Heavenly hosts, the Father and the Spirit, “I will make them alike to us”. And He did so! He paid the ultimate price and set the record straight: no them - just us. Now He calls us to be the same way to others.

We are all on the same plane now the only difference is that some people don’t know the one who made this so and continue to careen down the path of destruction; the path of us and them. Be a part of the truth movement. The one Jesus began and finished so long ago. The one that Jesus will bring to a close soon. There is no them. Just us.

-31 Women (Nan)

Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the other evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

The alchemists of the ancient world had a teaching: “As above, so below.” Four words that contain an entire cosmology. In the alchemical tradition, the heavens above, the Earth below, including its living cargo, were seen as a grand cosmic unity, a harmony resounding in the mind of God. Centuries later, modern science has to a degree substantiated that teaching. We too perceive a unity to the world. We know that the stuff and logic of the universe are everywhere uniform. The same atomic rudiments, the same chemical constituents, the same laws and principles extend from the cellular substance of our blood and bone to the farthest galaxies. We have learned that our planet and all the life upon it are made from elements that were forged in the fiery heart of primordial stars. As the alchemists believed, the baser stuff of the world can be transmuted into precious elements; commonplace hydrogen can be changed into gold—if it is cooked in a stellar core to temperatures far beyond anything their primitive furnaces could achieve and for eons longer than they could imagine.

If the alchemists were right about that much, we assume it was simply a hunch. By our standards, their studies penetrated matter too shallowly to yield exact physical knowledge. But then they may have had something else in mind: a knowledge not of fact, but of the meaning behind the facts. For them, “above” was the macrocosm, the world of heavenly spheres, the angelic hosts, the Dame Nature vast as all  the planet Earth. “Below” was the microcosm, the human soul. Between these two—celestial intelligence and the inner being of humanity—there was said to be a vital link. Macrocosm spoke to microcosm; microcosm reflected macrocosm. The two were in living dialogue. Understanding the universe was a matter of listening, of having ears to hear the music of the spheres, the voice of the Earth. Wisdom meant connecting.
—  Theodore Roszak, The Voice of the Earth: An Exploration of Ecopsychology