There is only so much time a person can spend
in equilibrium on a minuscule wire above an abyss. Soon enough the pull of
gravity and the useable forces of the body will act towards an ending – may it
be the fall to the crushing void; or the decision to risk taking a step
forward, eventually coming as a victor on the other side.
Claire stood still, listening to the plea in
Jamie’s voice, her breath coming superficial and laboured, as she had been
running away from him for the entire duration of ten years. His eyes were
hooded, preparing themselves to be denied. The skin of her forehead, where he
had kissed her, tingled and throbbed, like the makings of a new heart, exposed
and hopeful under her weak surface.
Not knowing if she was falling – or indeed starting
a journey to the end of her crossing – Claire closed the space between them and
kissed Jamie’s lips. The taste of him was almost the same, as she had just
kissed him goodbye on the airport moments ago – inebriating and sweet, as
apples coated in cinnamon and rich, dark, brown sugar. He kissed her back,
offering her the gift of restraint, allowing her to go as deep as she wanted;
to take only a parcel of him or everything at once. His tongue mastered Claire’s
secrets - for it had been used to speak the truth in her heart for so long - and
soon enough she was pressed against him, desperate and wanting.
Jamie took a step back, momentarily parting
their mouths, so he could look into her eyes, his hands entangling on her
unruly hair. Claire nuzzled his neck and kissed him there, her tongue darting
to taste the salt and essence of his skin - sun and mist, like Scotland’s hills
- relishing on the formed trail of goosebumps, testimony of his arousal.
“I want you so much I can scarcely breathe.”
She whispered, her fists grabbing his shirt in demonstration, as their bodies
gently swayed together. “I feel I’ll die without your touch, Jamie.”
“Then have me.” Jamie breathed out, almost
choked. “Do with me as ye wish, mo
nighean donn. Show me.”
Claire might be falling, for her entire body
seemed reversed - her heart pumping outside her chest, drawn to him; her
fingertips breathing like small greedy lungs, with the solidness and realness
of him underneath them as saving air. But this was the only decision left – she
could let go of anger, pain and resentment and help him find a pathway to
redemption, where she could meet him with her nakedness; or she could turn her
back on him, punishing him but tearing herself apart again, sole victor of a
battle with no survivors.
Slowly but surely, she started to unbutton her
blouse, her eyes never leaving his – she saw desire and fear there and knew it
reflected her own. They had been lovers for so long, experts in what made the
other scream and dissolve – but that knowledge too had been buried in boxes,
locked away as useless, for there could never be another to make sense of it
again. As she slid down her jeans, noticing how his eyes watched her appearing
skin as a revelation of something holy, Claire realized that time and circumstance
made strangers out of lovers – but the path still existed to be followed in
reverse, possible to find again that common ground of shared intimacy.
Standing only in her underwear, Claire started
to undress him. He barely moved and his breathing came shallow, as a drowning
man welcoming the bliss of the last gush of cold water. His fingers brushed her
neck, where a delicate silver chain had been revealed – hanging from it, and
nestled against her heart as a secret lock ready to open it, was her silver
“I thought I’d never see it again.” He said in
a quivering voice, bending to kiss the top of her breast next to it.
“I have been wearing it since the day I found
you in the hospital.” Claire confessed, caressing the powerful muscles of his
chest, taut and beautiful. “I had to.”
“Why?” Jamie asked, helping her as she struggled
to free him of his trousers, his arousal ardent and evident between them.
“You know why.” Claire framed his face with her
hands, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped loving you, Jamie. I was so
angry – couldn’t wear it or even bear looking at it, because it reminded me of
what I lost. But I’m as married to you now as I was the day you gave it to me.
I wanted it close to me – I wanted you
Jamie growled as a possessive animal, taking
her on his embrace, as he ravished her mouth. His skilled hands, trembling but
practiced, managed to free her of her bra. He roughly grabbed her by the
buttocks and she held on to him, as he carried her to their old bedroom.
The room was bathed in shadows, as the soft
moonlight filtered through the slightly opened curtains – blue as Jamie’s eyes,
the colour Claire had picked. The intense blue that filled her dreams, where
she could sleep and rest protected, where she could build her home.
He sat on the bed, taking her with him. They
kissed thoroughly, famished like wild beasts, demanding retribution in a second
for years of lost touches. Claire traced the pinkish lines of his recent scars,
tender and salient as blooming mountains, and kissed the knuckles of his
“Lay down.” Claire asked in a murmur and he obeyed,
observing in adoration as she straddled him. Air hitching in her throat like a
sob, she moved and he invaded her – or she invited him in, welcoming and ready,
her body moulding to him like blessed and fragrant clay.
Jamie placed his hands on her hips, grounding
her against him, but she swiftly took them away and trapped his wrists with her
fingers, imprisoning him to the bed.
“You won’t touch me.” She commanded, their eyes
locking. “Not until I say so. Do you
“Aye.” Jamie moaned, as she rolled her hips on
top of him in defiance of his self-assurance.
“I need you to understand, Jamie.” Claire closed her eyes, struggling not to allow
the sensation of him inside her, hot and pulsing, to overwhelm her at once. “You
have to surrender to me. To know that I am your master – and you’re mine. You
have to leave this bed knowing that you belong here, with me. That I have your
heart and you have mine – neither of us can live apart from each other.”
He agreed, clenching his teeth as he fought the will to touch her, to have her pinned
under him, dissolving and screaming his name. “Ye are the master of me, mo ghraidh. Command me – heal me,
“No more lies, James Fraser.” She demanded with
her voice and body, twisting herself in such a way that made him moan a faint “Ah”. “You can’t lie to me, ever again.
Do it - and I’ll cut your balls out with the sharpest scalpel I have.”
Jamie’s hand raised from the sheets, escaping
her control for a moment. His palm delicately covered her breast, shielding the
place where her wedding ring touched her bared skin.
“Ye have my word. No more lies, Claire.” He
vowed in a husky voice. If he was making a solemn promise over her beating
heart or over the metal that had been forged in their love, Claire couldn’t
say. But once upon a time they had been one and the same – precious to him beyond
possibility of breaking.
“Come to me, Jamie.” She urged him, wildly rocking
against him, as evanescent galaxies began to form on the periphery of her
vision. “I’m here. I found you. I found
you.” Claire repeated and his fingers finally entwined with hers, offering
her his release as endless rain in a stormy sea.
Claire suddenly opened her eyes, immediately
alert. Her heart – amazingly able to beat in such a frantic rhythm, after the
demands of the last few hours – was hammering, the knowledge of Jamie’s absence
from their bed haunting as an appearing ghost.
She rolled on her stomach and saw him, standing
by the window like a statue carved in graphite, his hands bracing the window
sill. He was naked, his ancient and newfound scars glowing like kisses of
moonlight – and on his face tears shone like droplets of liquid wax from
luminous candles, running freely as rivers rushing to the delta.
“Jamie.” Claire called his name softly, trying
not to frighten him. She untangled herself from the crumpled sheets and walked
to him. “What is it?”
“I was dreaming of ye.” He said, his voice a
deep rasp. “I could hear yer voice in the house, but couldna find ye – I knew
ye were drifting away from me, but I was powerless to stop it. I couldna force
myself to open my eyes – so afraid it wasna a dream after all.”
She nodded - her heart aching with the
knowledge of his pain and guilt – and touched his hand, squeezing his fingers
“It was just a dream, Jamie.” She told him.
“I’m here now.”
“So many nights I wept in front of this
window.” Jamie smiled tentatively, sadness and tenderness battling on his
features. “I mourned the loss of what we had. I cried for I knew I wasna a
whole man - and had lost all faith of ever becoming such a thing again. But
now, my Sassenach…” He hugged her, bringing her closer to his still-warm body. “I
weep of joy. I weep because I have a chance to redeem myself; to love ye and
prove ye that ye alone hold all my heart.”
“It won’t be easy, Jamie.” Claire swallowed
hard, her voice rough after their lovemaking. “We have a long way to go to
become what we once were. It will take time and patience.”
“I ken that, Claire.” He caressed her cheek, his
eyes fierce and intent. “And I’m willing to do as ye wish, until all my debts
“My entire life I was so many things, Jamie.”
Claire whispered softly. “Daughter for a short time. Niece for longer. Friend
to some – Healer for many more. Student. Lover. Wife. Doctor. Surgeon.” She
kissed the hollow of his throat, her lips coming alive with the intensity of the
pulse that ran there. “But I was never as happy as I am here, in the darkness,
with you – nameless.”
His fingers traced her, from brow to neck -
learning her again, shaping her from his dreams - and he held the silver ring, the
hope and longing in his voice caressing her in time with his hands.
“Will ye wear it again, Claire?” Jamie asked in
He was offering her the choice he had denied
her all those years ago. She had loved him once, with all her heart – and he
had decided to abdicate of that love for her sake. Claire could still reject
him; could still decide the past was too much to bear, even together. And there
was the alternative - daunting and bright as the sky after the end of days - to
accept the ring and all that went with it.
Looking through the glassed doors to the
balcony, she saw it – a different vase, filled with blooming forget-me-nots; gently
swaying on the night’s breeze, whispering to her of beginnings and promises. With
astonishing clarity, she knew Jamie had took a seedling from her vase before he
gave it to her in Boston – keeping it secure under his eyes, hopefully alive
for her to retrieve it someday. Remembering
Wordless, she took the chain from her neck and
slid the ring back on her finger.
Note: After so much heartbreak, I’ll write a small Epilogue because I think you guys deserve some happy! :)
- The metal part of an old tea light
- A wax melter
- Essential oils
- Wax (crayons, old wax, sented wax)
- A cut up sock
- Lavender (ground and whole dried)
Take some wax, could be crayons or left over wax from a candle, those scenty cubes, anything made of wax. Melt it in a wax melter or any other method you have for melting wax. Add in essential oils, I used lemon, it reminds me of cleansing.
While waiting for your wax to melt, take an old sock, cut off the toe and rim so your left with the middle and cut that so its one large piece. Then cut it into approximately ¼th inch stripes. At the end of one of the strips toe a knot. Its recommended that you use cotton thread for a wick instead but i found a sock is more commonto find in your house.
Prepare your old tea light base. Have a cut down one side to release the candle when ready and tape it together til you need it. At this point i took crushed and whole lavender and packed it into the bottom of the tea light base. This can be done by taking a lighter and gently taping the herbs into place, I also previously coated the inside of the tea light base with petrolium jelly to help the herbs stick and the was remove from the metal easier.
Take your fully melted wax and pore it into the tea light base, i used a ladle to transfer the liquid as my wax melter gets rather hot. Wait till a film covers the top and the wax is partially hardened and then insert the sock strip with tweezers pushing the knot the the bottom, this can also be done before adding the wax but it tends to move alot as the was is added causing unnessiccary difficulty.
Use a stick or something long to rest the top of the wick on to keep it up. Add another small layer of wax on the top, this may cause the wick/sock strip to absorb the wax but it will only burn off when lit later.
Wait untill fully hardened, undo the tape and release the wax by carefully pulling the wax from the metal sides. If your wick is long i suggest cutting it shorter. You can reuse the tea light molds or use any other heat proof container and wick to create a candle yourself.
Light the candle first so it has time to melt. Write the name of the person you wish to curse on your strip of paper. Use the lighter to burn a hole in the center, envisioning the flames engulfing your target. Blow the flames out before they reach the edge. Roll the strip of paper like a scroll and put in in your jar. Fill the bottom ½ inch with sea salt. Add in your sharp objects, picturing your target being cut down and broken. Start layering your other herbs and spices, dripping some hot sauce in periodically. Fill the jar almost to the top. Finish off with sea salt, visualizing all the cursework remaining safely inside the jar.* Put the lid on. Blow out the candle and either dip the lid in the liquid wax (if small enough), otherwise drip the candle carefully around the edge of the jar, sealing the lid seam. If you’re using ribbon instead, tie it securely around the jar, envisioning your spell being secured by the knot you made.
*Make sure the layers are packed firm.
Feel free to charge the jar under direct sunlight. The more heat the better.
To dispel curse:
Dig a shallow hole in the dirt and empty jar contents. Bury them and envision the energy and magick soaking back up into the earth and the curse fading away. Speak aloud, “This curse is now void.” Clean the jar and cleanse with warm water and sea salt.
**Please don’t put the sharp objects in the earth. Dispose of them accordingly.
Disclaimer: This curse is basically for the person’s life to go up in flames. (Not literally, of course, that wouldn’t be nice, now would it?)
Having had an altar (or altars) of one sort or another for quite a while, I know too well that it can be much easier to set up an altar than it is to maintain it.
So I will skim over the initial set-up discussion. You’ve got your flat space, you’ve got your statues or other god-images (or not), you’ve got candles maybe, offering bowls possibly. Perhaps an incense burner, divination tools, prayer book? And as time goes by, little gifts for the god or gods you honor at the altar. So, various altar stuff. Voila and well done! But if you’re using the altar at all, you will have to do some maintenance on it eventually.
Basic cleaning and dust removal. Statues tend to have lots of little ins and outs, nooks and crannies that tend to gather dust. You can wash some statues with water, but not all (as I and my favorite Hermes statue know from experience). I generally like to dust with a soft cloth, and I’ve come to really like those disposable Swiffer Duster things. (I don’t do this nearly often enough but I am always glad when I do it.)
The more items on the altar, the longer this will take.
Offerings of food and drink. If you’re offering food, or libations of wine, juice, milk, anything but water, then you’ll want to wash your offering bowls or cups after every use.
If you have a pest problem (no judgment there, in some seasons and in some regions this is unavoidable) you won’t want to leave food offerings out for too long, and you may want to cover liquid offerings to keep bugs and spiders out. Keep your climate in mind–don’t leave an offering of milk out too long in the heat, for example.
Altar cloths. I am actually torn on the subject of altar cloths. On the one hand, I have a lot of them, many of which I hand-knit in different colors (love those ombre yarns!). They can really pull an altar together and give it a more finished look; they are also a wonderful way to add some color symbolism to your altar or shrine.
That said, I really only use altar cloths for temporary altars I set up for rituals. For a permanent altar or shrine, I prefer a bare surface. This is at least in part because of the dust-gathering factor but it’s also because I like a more general-purpose look on a permanent altar.
Candles. Always assume that your candles will drip. Always assume that the drips will overflow the candle holder and onto the altar itself.
To get wax out of an altar cloth, everyone has their own favorite method. I like to stick it in the freezer and remove it once the wax has had a chance to harden (although with a textured altar cloth–like my hand-knit ones–even this is not a guaranteed success). Also keep in mind that a colored candle may leave a stain on the cloth even if you are able to get all the wax out.
I like to use a “candle coaster” sometimes, just a jar lid turned upside down, that can contain the drips. If I’m planning to burn a candle down entirely I’ll put it in a cauldron or other larger container.
Let the candle cool before you pick it up. I’ve had my hands bathed on numerous occasions with liquid wax from pillars, votives and tea lights, and ow.
Incense. I don’t use a lot of incense because there are folks in my household with a sensitivity to scent, but I do use it occasionally as an offering.
I like pressed Japanese incense that comes in sticks entirely made of incense. I like it because you can break it into smaller pieces and it burns just fine even if you don’t want to use the whole stick at once, which is nice if you are on a budget or if you’re doing a brief ritual.
I don’t have the fire-making talent to use granular or resin incenses, but you can get some nice traditional incenses (frankincense, myrrh, etc.) to use on charcoal.
You’ll probably want to clean out your incense burner after every use, or at least empty it out. Otherwise you’re likely to get a faceful of ashes the next time you pick it up (or maybe that’s just me :)).
Witchy How-To: Recycle Used Candles into an Altar Candle
If you’re like me, your house/apartment/room/studio is a maelstrom of melted wax and leftover candle bits. You probably haven’t thrown out the wax yet, in hopes it won’t be a waste. Well, it won’t! For today, I share my time honored technique of melting down old, half-burned candles into one, new, shiny, tradition-appropriate altar candle.
1. Gather your wax bits: That’s any wax drippings, melted candles, half-burned, or otherwise useless candles. You can separate them by similar colors if you wish, but I find that most leftover candles turn a shade of pink or pearl (and the color will change as we go, anyway).
2. Take a large pot and a bowl. The bowl should fit in the pot, and be able to contain all your melted wax. Fill the pot with a small amount of water, maybe two inches high, to make a double boiler. Heat the water to a gentle simmer, then drop the bits of wax into the bowl. Stir until the wax is fully melted. Sprinkle a very small amount of salt in it, to purify the wax of its old energies.
3. Herbally Infuse: If you have herbs correspondent to your altar, or even general herbs of cleansing and security, such as rosemary, oak, or sage, drop them into your liquid wax. Stir them in, releasing their energies.
4. Oils and Scents: Turn the heat off, and let the water stop boiling. While the wax is still liquid, drop in a couple drops of your chosen essential oil (my altar oil is a rose/juniper/sandalwood blend, but yours can and should differ). Stir to incorporate.
5. Gather your jar: This will house our candle. Take a piece of wicking - which can be bought online, at craft stores, or made by taking very porous string and saturating it very well in melted wax, then leaving to dry (works less well, but it works). Tie the wicking to a stick or pencil, and lay the pencil over the jar so the wick hits the bottom. You can (and I do prefer this!) also drop in a correspondent crystal or stone, thus giving your candle a magickal base.
6. Pour! - Pour your melted wax into the candle! Make sure to leave a small lip so the flame is protected when it lights. Let the jar candle cool off somewhere safe, like the sink or tub. When dry, you can seal the magic with a knot around the jar.
You can, of course, change the recipe to make candles of any type, not just general altar candles. I find that recycled jar candles end up burning for extraordinarily long periods - so adjust accordingly!
So I've noticed from glancing at your page that you use silicon molds? I'm familiar with the process a little from working in Iron Foundries, but what are some major components to think about when beginning to use silicone for molding? What types of materials can you pour (product wise) into the molds. How expensive is start up? Are there preferred methods/companies/products you use that are superior in different ways? Thanks in advance for any help on the subject!
I’ve only recently got into casting and molding, and silicone is even more recent. If you’re looking for experts, I’d suggest checking out people like Punished Props and Volpin Props who detail their processes or asking on the RPF forums.
but what are some major components to think about when beginning to use silicone for molding?
Is molding the best method and do you need silicone? This is getting into expensive costume territory, so it might not be the best option for some people. If it’s a one-off, you might find it easier/cheaper to work with a thermoplastic or foam to produce your piece. If it’s for gem casting, you might find better luck with hard-plastic chocolate molds or paint trays.
You will also want to think about your base material and casting material and how it will chemically react. Some clays have sulfur which reacts with the silicone and won’t let it cure properly, so you need to use sulfur-free clay. Silicone sticks to itself, so if you plan to cast a silicone piece in a silicone mold then you need to use a release agent to prevent this. Also liquid latex doesn’t cast in silicone because it’s non-porous.
Aside from that, you need to look at your piece and decide how you’ll make the mold. One piece/
, two part, multi-piece, matrix? This takes some research on your part, understanding the benefits of different molds and how they work with your piece. Flatback or one-piece molds are super easy and a great way to learn how to work with the material without getting into complex construction:
A two-part or multi piece mold is made of multiple parts that fit together, it gets more complicated in terms of making the mold but it gives you three dimensional pieces! This is a two-part brush on mold I made (my first attempt at a two-part), on the left you can see I started making the mold jacket with plaster.
What types of materials can you pour (product wise) into the molds. Depends on the silicone. Casting resins/liquid plastics, waxes, low-temperature metal, hot glue, silicone and other prosthetic-making materials (usually with a release), if it’s food-grade then you can cast chocolate :P
How expensive is start up? Depends what you’re making and how much you need.
I mainly work on small projects as I’m trying to get to know the material, and it’s about $30-50 for the trial size/pint kits (or $30US from smooth-on + shipping). You may need to make a mold jacket or a mold box, depending on what you are making, which will add to the cost. I’ve done mold boxes with cardboard (free) and mold jackets with plaster bandages ($6 at Curry’s) rather than fiberglass because I’m on a budget, but it works well for the small projects I’ve used it for.
You’ll also want gloves,stir sticks and measuring cups. Bigger projects get more complex and may involve more supplies like a degassing chamber.
Are there preferred methods/companies/products you use that are superior in different ways? I’ve mainly been working with Smooth-On’s products. Specifically Rebound brush-on silicone and I think the other one was Mold Max. Sculpture Supply Canada is close to me, so I usually purchase from them because in-store is so much cheaper than trying to ship liquids.
Pretty much you need to read the properties of the silicone you are buying. Some are stronger than others, cast faster/have shorter pot lifes, are made for pouring or brushing, or can handle different casting materials.
Alright so nobody tagged me to do this thing, but I couldn’t sleep last night and this was the result(also I originally got the idea to do this from here):
iPod Shuffle Challenge Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle
3. Write a fic related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwords! yeah i kinda cheated on this part cause the song would stop and id only be in the middle of my scene >.<
He’s steady, solid. Candle wax scented with cloves and laundry. Dependable, grounded. Earthen.
She’s a fucking flare-up, sudden flashes and slow burns, uncontrollable, hissing and cracking, leaping at the stir of winds. Her eyes are bright with manic energy, her hair roaring tongues of flame. The words slipping through her teeth are sparks and ashes.
He sees her and blinds himself, melts a little right there. Feathers fall to the ground, seals broken. He wants to fly.
She sees him and bursts into a red giant, aurora borealis streaking across her face. She wants to fall so bad, but she is already burning out.
He is dripping with oil, wick singed. But it doesn’t matter to him, because her hands are hot on his neck and her breath is heavy in his ears and her smile is better than the wings drooping from his shoulder blades.
She calls him her angel, because she is the fiery depths of Hell, she is a demon glittering with charred kindling. But she grows gentle and soft with her touch leaving fingerprints in his skin, her lips coated in melted wax.
He realizes he’s disappearing too late. He’s caught in her embrace, deep and true, and one of his wings fall off altogether.
She realizes he’s slipping away, tries to hold on harder, succeeds in melting away his hands, the other wing drifting to the floor.
He finally drips into oblivion, locked in her grasp. Curls of molten wax steam from the ground.
She looks at the paraffin slick across her hands, layered on her lips. Burns brighter and brighter with every waking minute, trying to melt it away. But it won’t go, it won’t go away, and she glows with all the strength of a supernova and -
Just like that, there’s only liquid wax, small tongues of flame lapping at the corners.
I have a love-hate relationship with candles. Candles are easier to deal with than olive-oil burning lamps, but I have a hate-on for paraffin. Whenever I do burn candles there are a couple of things that I do.
1: Save the wick tabs. 2: Save the “tin”/jar/container. 3: Save any wax that is left over.
About once a year (usually in the spring) I gather up all of this, and a few basic tools, and get to work.
Ice pick (to open wick tabs) Pliers w/cutter (to close wick tabs) Oil warmer/tart warmer/“pour pot”/Heat source (to melt wax) Container/molds (for wax to go in) Wick, or some whole candles (For wicking)
Step One: Open wick tabs with the icepick (gently), thread new wick through, and crimp shut when at desired size. Snip off excess with the cutter on the pliers. Repeat.
Step Two: Wax bits get melted down, any additives stuck in. The combined color of “an entire year of candle stubs” is often a homogenous “warm, dark, grayish, purple” - You can add additional wax to bulk it up, tabs of wax dye or crayon shavings, etc.
Step Three: Wicks are put into containers, candles are carefully poured, allowed to set up and topped off if needed.
For larger containers I will anchor a whole candle into the bottom of the jar by getting the bottom of the candle soft and melty, and sticking it in there and allowing it to set. I then pour just-barely-still-liquid wax in to about ½" deep and let THAT set. I then fill the area around it with whatever wax I have on hand, sometimes in layers. These actually burn pretty well, though they might burn hollow (leaving wax on the jar walls… which sorta just makes repouring it that much easier the next time). This time around I have a lot of novena jars, so… I’m probably going to get actual container candle wicks and a couple of bgs of natural wax flakes. .
Extra tea lite tins are washed, flattened with a hammer, and taken to recycling (they’re aluminum). Unused jars do not exist. There’s no such thing as an unused jar. If I had jars laying around I might stuff spell concerns in them or something. Pack with goodies and tie fabric on the top and give as gifts? Save for next year and re-pour?
For the curious: I do segregate certain types of waxes. I save up all the little scraps of cleansing candles and give them another go, or all the scraps of curse candles and… save ‘em for a special occasion. But the general “altar lights” all go in together.
And another “BE KIND” art journal page! For this one, I started with a base of pinkish watercolor, then wrote on it with a stick of paraffin wax before spraying liquid watercolor. It still needed something, so I scribbled on the letters with an orange Stabilo Woody pencil.
The finished bottle spell for healing for Dan. Who knew making a wax “bead” out of liquid wax and hair would be so fun? (And HARD?)
The first thing I did was make this string of beads.
around ideas for this stuff with a friend, she mentioned a rosary and
decades of beads in relation to…something else, but the idea stuck in
the back of my mind. So this isn’t any sort of rosary, rather it’s a
visualization of how much time to live my friend should have - 100 beads
for 100 years, divided up into decades, starting from a “bead” made of
taglock hair & wax from a purpose-bought candle, and ending with a
skull bead to represent death. (I feel like I should note that I had
extra trouble stringing beads # 76 & #92, so Dan, if you’re
reading, watch out for those years? :P )
Underneath the beads in the bottle are:
Aventurine - speeds healing Amethyst - calmness, peace Carnelian - dispels depression, health Hematite - health Orange Calcite - protection Clear Quartz x2 - health, boosts other ingredients
Bay Leaves - health, purification Cinnamon Stick pieces - health Garlic Powder - health, protection Rue - health Rose Buds - health Allspice Berries - health Balm of Gilead “tears” - health Rose Hips - health Rowan Berries - protection, health Candied Ginger - health, protection Pine Needles - purification, health Lemon Balm - health Peppermint- health, purification Spearmint - health Stinging Nettles - health, purification Rosemary - protection, health
Ingredient correspondences are a mix of my own thoughts and Cunningham’s encyclopedias. I am amused by some of the things that have healing correspondences - things like ginger, garlic, berries (ie: things that are used medicinally for health benefits!).