Long before fancy new-age tools became readily available through specialty shops, our magic-using ancestors turned to nature for their power objects. Natural objects are imbued with spiritual energies that we can harness for our own use in spells and charms. Seashells in particular have a long history of magical uses, as they were associated with the powers of various sea gods and goddesses of different cultures.
Being born of the ocean, shells are strongly associated with the element of water. They are also associated with the moon, which drives ocean tides. Both the element of water and the moon have strong feminine energies that are receptive in nature, so shells are primarily used in magic to draw things you desire into your life.
Shells taken from the ocean need little ritual preparation for magical uses; however, if your shells were bought from a store or have been stashed in a box for a while, they may benefit from cleansing and recharging. To do this, place your shells in a bowl of water mixed with sea salt. Set them aside to soak for a day or overnight. Recharge them by setting the bowl in the sun or under the light of the full moon for several hours.
One of the main symbols for Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, is the seashell. Invoke the power of Aphrodite for love spells using shells by wearing seashell jewelry or hair ornaments to attract a mate. Use a hinged seashell with the two parts still attached as a powerful love talisman to keep two lovers together. Write the initials of the lovers on the inside of the shell, one on each side, then seal it shut with glue.
Many cultures used shells as a form of currency. Cowrie shells were used in Africa and North America, and Native Americans used wampum—beads made from clam shells—as money. Because of this, shells are suitable for money spells. Fill a small green or gold pouch with seashells, a silver coin and mint, which is a money-drawing herb. Hang the bag where you do business, and rub it when you desire prosperity. Place a small seashell in your wallet or purse to continually keep money coming to it.
Protection is a shell’s primary purpose in nature, as it is made to keep small, defenseless sea creatures safe from harm. Because of this, shells have strong protective energies. Many cultures in coastal areas use shells in folk magic to protect the home by placing strings of shells over windows and doors. Necklaces of strung shells can be worn by children to keep them close to home and safe from harm. Placing a small, round shell on the collars of your pets will keep them safe should they wander from home.
Particular shells also have their own individual meanings:
Who First Farmed Potatoes? Archaeologists in Andes Find New Evidence
Nobody knows precisely what the Pilgrims’ first Thanksgiving feast looked like. According to primary sources, there was fowl (likely including wild turkeys), venison and cornmeal for sure. Possible side dishes were cranberries, pumpkin and stuffing made with onions, nuts and herbs.
Many of these flavors are still Thanksgiving staples. There’s one modern favorite, though, that would not have been found at the inaugural Plymouth celebration: mashed potatoes. That’s because potatoes are native to South America and had not yet made their way to North America.
Where in South America potatoes first became domesticated, however, is still unknown. Recent genetic studies point to the Andean highlands in southern Peru and northwestern Bolivia as the crop’s birthplace, but a lack of direct plant evidence has made it difficult to confirm. Read more.
The New Captain America And Why It Is Disrespectful In So Many Ways
I have a lot of thoughts and feelings on this new Captain America series and I’m not happy. I’m bitter. Before you start reading, check out this link, where Marvel announced the new Captain America series.
Yes you read it right, they made Captain America part of Hydra, no brainwashing no mind wipe, nothing. Just Captain America being a Nazi. Changing everything our beloved superhero stands for.
So here are a few reasons why this new Captain America is so disrespectful
It’s disrespectful towards the creators, Jack Kirby and Joe Simon, who were two Jewish men. They created Captain America in WWII, for support, for hope, for guidance. A super soldier that holds so much meaning to WWII survivors, families of deceased soldier, veterans and many more. Joe and Jack have both worked hard. They took a risk by using Captain America as a statement in a time like that. They got death threats, but they did what was right, what was needed for the people back then. Even for them Captain America must’ve been very important. And it’s disrespectful and disgusting to dismiss what Captain America meant to them like it’s nothing.
It’s disrespectful towards the fans. To the fans that have invested their time and money on this character that they love so much. They shed tears because of him and this character might even have changed their lives And for the new writers to wipe away what Captain America stands for, what he means to the fans is again, very disrespectful. I am also 100% sure, they made this decision to sell more comic books. They wrote the new Cap like this for the ‘Wow’ factor and that is disgusting.
It’s disrespectful towards the LGBT+ community, they have been fighting for a bisexual Steve Rogers for so long. Wanting representation, they’ve been vocal, hoping that the writers might listen. But they kept shoving it away saying ‘he’s not canonically bisexual in the comics’ and 'it will change the story’. Who the hell are you kidding? Making Steve bisexual is going to complicate things, but making him a Nazi is okay? It’s gross and not okay!
It’s disrespectful towards Chris Evans. He has portrayed Captain America perfectly since his story started in the MCU, he has put his time and effort in it to portray him as accurate as possible, like how we know him from the comics. He has grown to love him as well and erasing what Cap stands for and making him a Nazi is not thoughtful in any way.
These new series are disgusting. Think about that Cap fans that lost family members because of the Nazi’s and now they are making Cap a Nazi. Think about the makers that put their heart and soul in creating this character for support. Think about the LGBT+ community that feels played and think about Chris, who might be thinking that all his hard work was for nothing.
I’m disappointed in Marvel and I don’t want these series to succeed. Together we can keep Cap how he always has been. Be vocal, let them hear you. Don’t buy the comic and spread the word on twitter, tweeting with the hashtag: #SayNoToHydraCap.
Captain America is perfect as he is and don’t give Marvel the opportunity to fuck it up.
Most started teaching with pewter - though the metal was lead based and was, as such, poisonous - it cooked slowly and allowed corrections to be made.
Later brass, or bronze or copper would be used, reducing the time it took, leaving less time for corrections, all the better for noting those of skill.
Some places, such as Germany, went straight for iron. Though it was the hardest to enchant, though it nullified fae ingredients, it worked well and lasted long, and the potioneering theory learned from finding replacement ingredients made them some of the best potioneers in the world.
In America native wixes used no copper and those that did were both feared and respected. If they could fight a mishibizhiw for their copper then surely they were either dark or powerful or possibly even both.
Different cultures gave different metals different meanings.
Hi can I request a fic where reader run into hobo in the run Bucky pre-CACW in Bucharest, maybe Bucky saved reader. Then, reader started becoming friends with Bucky and helped him ease into the new 21st C, including buying him those backpacks, notebooks, and introducing him to those plums. Basically reader helping Bucky feel that he’s a person, not a weapon. They got close & had an intimate relationship & they were happy for a while, but then the CACW happened while reader is w/ Bucky’s kid.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author notes: (Y/N) is your name (Y/L/N) is your last name.
Bucharest, 2015. You were finally able to call it quits for the day and
you longed for a cigarette. You had quit the habit long ago, but ever since you
got to Romania you smoke every once in a while and especially after classes.
You were alone in a foreign country and to make things worse, you needed to buy
a packet of cigarettes in a language you did not manage at all.
In 2 months you had barely learnt to maintain small
talk with a native Romanian speaker, and thankfully your classes were all in
English, which at least you could listen, speak, write and read quite well.
Being almost a native speaker from America made the whole deal way easier. You
lived in South America with your mom, and thanks to your grades at university,
you did an internship in a governmental journal which lead you to win a
scholarship in the University of Bucharest for a Master’s in Social Sciences.
After finishing your studies of journalism, you
decided to go out and explore the world and why not, also broaden your
knowledge in the field that captivated your heart since you were a little girl.
“Irina?” You said placing the mobile phone next to
your ear while your other hand scratched your frowning forehead “Hey, it’s me,
(Y/N)” She was the only person you could ever think of to help you with such a
stupidity as buying cigarettes. You didn’t need them at all, but you couldn’t
wait either. You just wanted one immediately “Do you happen to be in the campus
or at least near it? I’m in need of some cigarettes and I don’t know how to buy
them” “Oh, crap” She said. Her gorgeous accent made whatever
she said sound spectacular and it was one of the main reasons you befriended
her “I’m Luca’s place now, but tell the man at the kiosk you need țigarete” She said quickly “Good luck
with that!” She hung up and you were as hopeless as you were before, if not
She had left you with an unpronounceable word and she
had said it only once. You walked to the kiosk with a feeling of fake
confidence up and spoke to the old man inside. He had a gently smile and he
looked like one of Snow White’s dwarves. You tried to make him the gesture for smoking,
but he couldn’t understand.
You muttered insults in every language you knew until
a man approached and placed a hand on your shoulder. You were started and you even
jumped a little. A homeless guy appeared out of nowhere and you thanked heaven
for not knowing a word of Romanian.
“I can help you” He said in a perfect English.
He bought you the cigarettes and you bought a few
biscuits and next thing you knew, he was walking with you to your place. You
lit the cigar and offered him one, but he declined.
“Thank you for helping me…” You said. “I’m James… James Barnes” He sheepishly muttered. “Very nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” You nodded
“You’re not from around, right?” “No, I was born in the US… and I love to travel but I
ran out of money” He shrugged; his grey eyes shone beautifully in the Romanian
night “And what are you doing here?” “Studying. I’m doing a master in social sciences here
at the University of Bucharest” You turned your head and smiled to him “but unfortunately
I’m not picking up any bit of the language and I swear it pisses me off… From
which part of the States are you?” “Brooklyn, you?” “It’s complicated. I was born in the US, but my parent
got divorced and I went to live with my mom to South America” You shrugged
“then, when I finished my studies there, I worked for the government. I mean, I
also worked before I ended up, but then I went back to the US to see my dad and
try to work a little, and then, lastly, I came here with a scholarship. I love
it here, I really do, but the language…”
You were watching the news after your daily hour of
studying. You had a huge project coming up and it needed all your attention, so
the moments of freedom were much appreciated. It was breaking news that the so
called Winter Soldier appeared again and that he had made a bomb explode at the
UN building, killing the king of a well hidden African nation.
The man looked exactly like James, but it was not
possible; he had just gone to the market to buy some plums. You had literally
seen him leave through the door 20 minutes ago. Why on earth would he do
something like that? And more importantly, why on earth would anyone blame him
for such thing. He might have been the winter soldier, but he wasn’t a bad guy
at all. Not anymore.
Since he helped you buying cigarettes you helped him
getting a place… In your heart. You two grew fond and what started out as
friendship definitely turned out to be into love. Slowly throughout the time
you spent together, he started to share more details about his life. The
decisive moment was when he told you he was the Winter Soldier.
When he first introduced the topic, you were puzzled
to say the least. He explained to you as simply as possible, but with a thing
like that you could not be simple. You asked him to be specific about
everything he did and why people looked for him. James had some serious
problems telling you everything, but you were not the one to judge for a thing
he did when he was being brainwashed.
The day he confessed his HYDRA secret, the only thing
you could do was hold him as tight as possible, as if that would help to put
his pieces back together. He told you about the other people looking for him.
The blonde soldier. Since that moment, your relationship improved, as you had
no more secrets between each other.
Bucky appeared through the door 20 minutes later, and
the news were all about him and what happened in Vienna. You glared at him and
demanded for an explanation immediately.
“Please don’t tell you have a supersonic jet and that
you killed that man” You took both hands to your forehead “James, what
happened” “I swear to god that is not me” He raised his hands,
the metal one was hidden under a leather glove “I went to the market… But then
I saw the news in a kiosk… They’re coming for me” “Who” You took a deep breath. “It could be anyone…” He pursed his lips in worry. He
was not afraid for himself, he had gone through this a hundred times and he
knew he would go through this a hundred more, but this time was very different.
He had someone to take care of, and it was you; you were not involved in this
fight, and you shouldn’t even be a part of “Steve, someone from HYDRA, the son
of that king… You should go (Y/N)” “Why?” “I don’t want you to get hurt… And you might, there’s
a big chance” “Then I’m taking all the chances” You took a step to
him “James I am not leaving you, I’ll be damned if I do” “You don’t understand” He held your hand with his
flesh one “This is not simple people we’re talking about… These are really
dangerous people, and…” “And what? James, come on, you’re scaring me” “That’s what I’m trying to do” He let go of you and
started to walk to the bedroom.
James looked for a bag and started shoving some of
your clothing. In one of the backpacks you gave him, he started to carefully
place the things you used at university. You didn’t want to leave, but
apparently, it was not up to you to make that decision. You stayed immobile
under the door frame and watched him with teary eyes as he prepared your things.
“So is this a goodbye James?” You walked next to him
and helped him with closing one of the bags. Your movements were way slower
than his, and when he noticed the shining droplets rolling down your cheeks, he
stopped immediately. “No, it’s not a goodbye” He took your hands in his and
made you turn to see him “It’s a… A see you son, it’s a I’ll come back for you”
Bucharest, a year later. You had accustomed yourself to live without James. You
were almost finished with your studies and you missed him more than ever; you
wanted him to be happy for you, to share all the process of it. He found you
during the first months, and now he wasn’t for the last ones. Since you had no
news from him, you often thought him dead.
You had found another apartment to live in while he
was gone; the few days after he was gone you saw the place had been tore down
by god knows who; fortunately, your scholarship covered the place to live, and after
returning home from campus, you put the water to boil and turned on the TV. You
saw the American billionaire being chased by the press to talk about what had
happened to Captain America and to his mates.
Out of a sudden, you hear the front door being
impatiently knocked. You muttered an insult and walked to it. Irina never came
by, she was busy with her own work; you mostly saw each other in classes and
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” A male voice said when you opened the door.
i bought a dream catcher a while ago and i know for a fact that it isn't native made, for a while i had it in my car too but then i found your blog and was enlightened. i still have it and i was wondering if it would be okay to use it for it's original purpose (hanging it above my baby sister's crib) or if i should just get rid of it? it was like 2 bucks lol so i won't mind throwing it away
Honestly, I don’t like to tell anyone to throw anything away, because that’s really not my place. But, if you only paid a couple of bucks for it, and you’re comfortable throwing it away, I’d say: do it.
I’ll tell you why I feel that way though. I know I touched on it previously, but for
some Native people, the selling of items such as dreamcatchers and
other hand made items, are how they support themselves. Many make items
all winter long to then sell during the Pow Wow season. This is for some,
their only source of income because sometimes for Indigenous people who live on Reservations, they don’t have a lot of other
opportunities or ways to make money.
I know often times non-Native people think, “I’ll just buy one made in China because it’s cheaper than a Native-Made one.” But do you really want to hang a fake one which will have no meaning or significance whatsoever, just over a few extra dollars? And not to mention, take away income from people who really need it? (That’s why there’s another big issue of the fake “Native Headress” that are made and sold to Non-Native people, because often times they are made in South America by people who aren’t members of any of the tribes that actually wore them. But that’s another story in & of itself.)
I know the typical
tourist driving through “Indian Country” will simply buy the cheaper dreamcatcher at some touristy themed store. Because they don’t care if it was made
by Natives or not as long as they think “it looks cool.” Many Native people depend on selling their products to live. Its not a hobby for them (the way it is for those white girls who make the ugly ones out of cloth to sell on etsy) For Native people it often makes the difference between having heat and food, or both, during the winter.
you know what would make agent carter a hundred times better is if they acknowledged hayley atwell’s native american ancestry and made peggy half native, like that makes the whole captain-america-replacement concept so much better.
Hiya! I have a question about cultural appropriation if you don't mind. See, I live in the UK, I'm white, and my aunt got me a dream catcher from America when she went on holiday. It's made by native Americans and has the little thing on it to say which tribe and stuff. Would you say it's inappropriate to have this hanging in my room? I really like it as it's lovely and a gift from my aunt (also white) but I don't want to offend anyone either. (Sorry if this is a dumb question)
It’s okay for Non-Native people to own dreamcatchers as long as the dreamcatchers are authentic Native-Made products. If yours has confirmation tags or came with cards confirming it’s authenticity and the tribe &/or artist the product was made by, then it is okay for you to hang it somewhere in your room.