local remedy

Eir

Saw a post that got me thinking about honoring Eir… Thought I’d share some ideas here.  Some of these are little ideas, and some are BIG ones….  I’m super curious what other folk do!

Some offerings might include:

  • Water (healing, key to life, purifying, cleansing)
  • Healing herbs (like chamomile or chamomile tea.  Choose something specific to what sort of healing you are seeking if you can)
  • Chicken Noodle Soup, Saltines, Ritz, Gatorade or some other food you associate with taking care of someone who’s sick (my list is based purely in the local remedies for minor colds)

Devotional acts might include:

  • Practicing self-care
  • Taking care of people who are ill (physically, mentally, spiritually)
  • Tending a medical herb garden
  • Volunteering at a hospital, nursing home, or other service that heals or provides care
  • Doing research about medicine or healing arts
  • Studying/Practicing a healing art like massage, acupuncture, reiki, mainstream medicine, counseling…
  • Becoming and staying informed about systems that oppress and disadvantage people with disabilities
  • Joining disability activist work
  • Engaging in activism that supports low SES people and families in accessing medical care.
  • Preventative health care - keeping yourself healthy; helping others stay healthy; helping others have the opportunity to stay healthy; helping keep your community/land healthy…
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Who the fuck do you think we are?
We’re not a rural reality anymore, there is no such thing as the “town witch”, there has never been.
There is no such thing as italian witchcraft RELIGION, heck Italy was united in 1861, and only in 1877 the first three year of school were made mandatory for kids.
Analphabetism was HUGE, italian’s a peculiar language: every region (heck every city!) has its own dialect and that’s what was spoken by the majority of people.
Do you really think that without a language (let alone cultural) unity we could have a unity of practices?
Don’t forget we have the Vatican here.
There is no such thing as Stregheria, that’s something that some FOREIGN author made up because they fancied the idea of a rural, inferior, nice place like Italy to back up their “Power” claims.

Yes, there were benandanti, there were people who “went to the Gioco of Dama Oriente”, this was in the north east, before and during inquisition.
There is the Noce of Benevento, in the south, were witches were said to gather for the Tregenda.
Yes, there were women in small towns who were considered healers, there still are “healers” in isolated towns, and they are fewer and fewer, they’re dying out because no one believes in that anymore.
They go to church, they “cure” you (only certain ailments) by praying and doing signs on you. THere is no written book, no coven, they go to church and they believe in God, the christian God, if you ask them, they tell you they are Catholic, not witches, GOd forbid they’re witches!!!
My grandma-in-law (does that exist? XD My father in law’s mother, ok) is from the south, she knew how to remove malocchio, that’s passed along women in the family on new year’s eve, she passed it to a granddaughter (who will never do such thing, she doesn’t believe in it), and it’s nothing like what it’s written there. Because every single family has a different saying.
And guess what again? They pray some saint.
In my family we have a prayer to a Saint to find lost objects. Ask my relatives, they will all tell you they are catholic.

“Paganism” was so eradicated we don’t even have local folklore tales anymore in big cities. It was considered at first blasphemous, then just quirky, then ignorant and silly. You won’t find a “stregheria witch” in Milan or Rome (unless they bought into that crap that comes from abroad…), people wanted to feel educated, erudite also.
Those who seek tarot readers or to have the malocchio taken from them are considered to be ignorant peasants. And everyone knows that oil in water, if sprinkled with salt, creates a reaction, that’s CHEMISTRY not magic.

We had Cagliostro, Giordano Bruno, Pico della Mirandola, and many more “philosopher-artists-mages” during Italian renaissance (which, by the way, was the historical period that brought up again paganism, witches and so on, for all Europe to see and practice at a “higher level”, instead of just local and folk remedies and prayers and superstitions) but no, it’s 2016 and in Italy “most town and villages stil have wise men and women to whom people turn to”.

Yeah, and we also have internet connection, how mindblowing is that???

Blue DOES A GIVE AWAY!!!

Why am I doing this?

Because all of you precious gems deserve nice things.

Some of you have made me laugh. Some of you have helped me through hard times. Some of you have had no interaction with me what so ever.

You all are precious, so you are getting some nice things.

Anyway, here’s the Loot

The Village Witch Starter Kit:

Whats in it?

Candles, bottles, tea, sparkly grey nail polish,feathers with bells, a card deck, crochet hook, floral stationary and green tapers.

Scarf is jingly and included.

Whats that? A box?

naw ducky,

ITS A MAGIC GURL STATER KIT!

What’s in it you ask?

Hair clips, make up, hella cute nail polish, a polk-a-dot scarf, glitter tubes, pretty tights, scented candles, and jewelry.


Look at that cute

Matte purple lipstick because you are a royal

It was too perfect to pass up

A Divination Kit:

All that you can see.

The beeswax candles are from a local  company and they burn long, lean, and clean. they smell really great.

Why Uno? Because I want some one to help my figure out how to use it as a divination system, because why not?

Med Mage

An informative book on herbal remedies, two LOCAL beeswax candles, Lavender essential oil, and 4 green glass bottles.

and finally:

A TREAT YOUR SELF kit:

Nice stuff for your bath, face masks, 2 hand creams, a calming scented candle, a pumice stone, a cupcake cup, and some purple lipstick.

because I DO REALIZE that not all of my followers are witches, though kudos for sticking with me for so long.

So that’s some great stuff yeah?

So what are the rules?

1)you have to be following me, duh.

2)you can like OR re-blog this post, but only one will count, please don’t spam

3)no giveaway blogs

How will it work?

on 2/14/2015

I will pick 5 winners at random. In the order that they are chosen, they will get to choose their kit.

So yeah follw, like or reblog, and possiably win.

Just a reminder, you are precious gems who deserve nice things! BTW I am not doing international shipping. I am not made of money sorry!

Oh! Another thing about Kilgrave: It’s OKAY and NORMAL to feel sorry about the prick for his fucked up childhood and the abuse he suffer. What is not okay is trying to justify his OWN DECISIONS based on it. The man has his past, but he is still evil by choice.

deathpop  asked:

I can sort of remember someone recalling that Ned and Howland Reed occasionally communicated by raven. Does this mean that Howland had some Maester's training, or is it just that his first men people are more practiced at ravenry?

This is regarding my last meta about maesters, right? Something I didn’t say there is the reason why House Reed doesn’t have a maester. It’s not because they’re poor or anything like that, but because ravens can’t find Lord Howland’s moving castle:

“I never knew anyone who fought with a net before,” he told Meera while he scratched the direwolf between the ears. “Did your master-at-arms teach you net-fighting?”
“My father taught me. We have no knights at Greywater. No master-at-arms, and no maester.”
“Who keeps your ravens?”
She smiled. “Ravens can’t find Greywater Watch, no more than our enemies can.”
“Why not?”
“Because it moves,” she told him.
Bran had never heard of a moving castle before.

–ACOK, Bran IV

So Howland Reed wouldn’t need ravenry skills to receive messages, because nobody at Greywater Watch can get raven-carried messages, maester or otherwise. And I’m afraid your recollection is in error. I’ve searched the books (sample search) and there is no mention of Ned and Howland ever communicating by raven. Just this:

He was curious about these mudmen. He could not recall ever seeing one before. His father had sent letters to the Lord of Greywater over the years, but none of the crannogmen had ever called at Winterfell.

–ACOK, Bran III

But “[Ned] had sent letters” does not necessarily imply the use of ravens; furthermore, since ravens usually only carry small message slips, “letters” suggests messengers actually physically carrying them. I suppose it’s possible that a raven could be sent to the closest non-moving castle, but a crannogman would have to carry the message the rest of the way to Greywater, wherever it might be.

In fact, when Robb needs to get info to Howland Reed, he does send physical messengers:

“My lord, I need two of your longships to sail around the Cape of Eagles and up the Neck to Greywater Watch.”
Lord Jason hesitated. “A dozen streams drain the wetwood, all shallow, silty, and uncharted. I would not even call them rivers. The channels are ever drifting and changing. There are endless sandbars, deadfalls, and tangles of rotting trees. And Greywater Watch moves. How are my ships to find it?”
“Go upriver flying my banner. The crannogmen will find you. I want two ships to double the chances of my message reaching Howland Reed. Lady Maege shall go on one, Galbart on the second.”

–ASOS, Catelyn V

and the way Robb speaks of how the crannogmen will find the messengers suggests he knows this is the standard way to get in touch with Howland Reed.

I’m not sure why House Reed wouldn’t have a maester for outgoing messages, though. (As very few ravens are two-way, the birds wouldn’t need to come back anyway.) But you’re possibly on the right track there – it’s probable that crannogmen do know more ravenry than most other Westerosi. Crannogmen learned many skills from the Children of the Forest, and we know the CotF were the first to train ravens to send messages. (Though they didn’t use paper messages, they skinchanged into them to have the ravens speak the words on arrival.) So if the crannogmen at least retain the skills of caring for ravens and understanding their needs, and training them to fly to specific locations, then a maester probably wouldn’t be all that necessary for whenever House Reed needs to send an urgent long-distance message. Probably just one raven trained to fly to Winterfell would be enough.

And as for a maester’s other highly useful skill, healing… well, we do know crannogmen have their own healing skills, and a maester’s Citadel medicinal dogma and distrust of local wisepeople / folk remedies could be quite irritating and counterproductive. So perhaps in the past House Reed did employ the services of a maester – at least the ones he could provide – but found him more trouble than he was worth and far less useful than lords usually find maesters, and so never kept on with the practice. 

Anyway, I hope in future books we get to visit Greywater Watch and find out more details about House Reed and the crannogmen, it should be fascinating. :)

The Edible Plant That Might Kill You May Cure Herpes

During a particularly hot Tennessee summer, I found my childhood self covered in itchy white bumps. My father did what a lot of folks in South Knoxville did back then and took me over to Mugford’s, the pharmacy/general store where we bought everything from BC Powder to Nehi grape sodas, and had the proprietor give me the once over. “Mug” proclaimed that I had poke poisoning—an allergic reaction to the leaves of the poke sallet plants that grew wild around our house—and gave me a mustard-colored ointment. How he knew by looking, I’ll never know, but my family didn’t question his wisdom.

Several summers later, my youngest sister was rushed to the emergency room (we’d become more sophisticated by then) after eating gobs of poke berries. The plant’s brightly-colored purple berries are mighty attractive to children (Dolly Parton’s autobiography talks about using the juice to paint “Jesus sandals” on her feet), but are also highly toxic if eaten. The doctors on duty must have been city folk, because they had no idea about the poke plant or its antidotes, and while they were dicking around about whether or not to induce vomiting, my sister threw up anyway. (The local remedy, which I’m now acquainted with via the Foxfire books, is to drink vinegar and eat a pound of lard.)

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