Mirror Scrying Probably the most salient form of scrying available to our cultural consciousness, thanks to Snow White. -Black Mirror scrying (done with a black tinted mirror) works best for me, because otherwise I fall victim to my own vanity and just stare at myself. There’s a good Urban Witch tips post around here somewhere that suggests using your blank smartphone screen as a black mirror on the go.
Water Scrying -With liquid in a bowl of any colour, though I prefer a deep, transparent blue. You can also add food dye. -In the bath, and accompanied by other bath magic like oils and herbs and whatever works for you. -Staring at the Ocean (I’m very lucky to live next to the Pacific). Results would vary depending on weather conditions, i.e. if the surf is rough or calm, what colour sky is being reflected, what the wind is doing, where the tide is etc. Probably good for contacting deities with ocean associations, if that’s your jam. -Staring at a Lake (I also live next to a lake), similar in practice to Ocean Scrying, with the added bonus of relative stillness and aquatic fauna making ripples, trees casting shadows, floating flowers, a reflection of the sky.
Crystal Scrying I prefer Amethyst, but use whatever gem works for you.
Close Your Eyes Sometimes I can close my eyes and see the most vivid things, not imagination or visualisation, just scenes, floating across my vision.
Dream Scrying I’ve never tried it, but it’s probably a form of Oneiromancy (which I do practice). If you’re lucid or have any control over your dreamscape, try scrying on any medium in there. I think it would be cool but I can’t really try it yet.
Fire Scrying -I hate candles, but a lot of people have a good time scrying with them. -I DO HOWEVER LOVE STARING AT FIRE. -Bonfire scrying I last tried on New Year’s Eve, whilst under the influence of some questionable substances. It was going well, but people were starting to stare at me so I had to stop. -Hearth scrying would be a more accessible form of this, and I would personally use it for scrying with Hestia.
Sky Scrying -Can be done during the day, with clouds (similar to Nephelomancy) or the wild blue yonder (you really have to come to Australia to appreciate how BLUE the sky is). -Can also be done at night, with the moon, or stars. Stargazing is a practice I came into after my childhood, when we finally realised I was near sighted and really couldn’t see much up there.
Smoke Scrying -With incense, watching the curls of smoke was one of the first things I did as a young witch. -And now, as an adult, cigarette smoke is equally fascinating (though I would not recommend picking up a smoking habit for the sake of witchcraft, or at all).
Steam Scrying -With your kettle or warm beverage of choice, very similar to smoke scrying, obliquely related to nephelomancy.
i didn’t realize Sakura-con announced their mascot winners already so i haven’t posted these yet LOL… but here’s my entry to their mascot contest! I was going for a daysky+nightsky theme with a schoolboy and a fat cat. Idk it sounded fun in my head.
o saint damien, you of patience, of calm, of the quiet waves and gentle breeze, grant me your tranquility–the strength to wait while i must, to let the world flow through me–and to strike when the time is right
“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.” Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?” “Exactly.”
Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.
Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.
Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.
“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”
Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.
He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.
Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.
“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”
“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”