the flame that burns within us

Assistance in Weight Loss Candle Spell

Need help losing weight? Here’s a little spell I thought up

What you need:
Your sweat (seriously)
A white candle


Do whatever you are physically able to do to work up any kind of sweat.

By doing the physical activity of your choice you are building up energy.

When you are finished, wipe off your sweat and use it to dress your candle. Essentially you’re wiping your sweat on the candle. By doing this, you’re adding your physical energy to it.

Burn the candle

Envision yourself losing the weight as you meditate on the flame


“Inch by inch
off my waist,
pound by pound
I will lose.”

Substitute the unit of measurement as needed.

End the spell with:

“(In deities’ name/As I will it) it will be done”

Let the candle burn out.

Then treat yourself to a healthy snack! Exercise as often as you can, and within your ability to do so. Don’t push yourself beyond your limit. Continue to eat your recommended amount of meals per day, please don’t starve yourself.

I hope this helps.

you were born with a fire inside you,
and this world is determined to stamp it out. 

You will see it when you stand up for yourself
and you are told ‘it isn’t ladylike to raise your voice.’

You will hear it when you wear something that hugs your body
and feel the uncomfortable sensation of being stripped naked
by the eyes of men who call you names you are still too young to understand.

You will know it when a man tries to use his strength
to have his way with you the first time,
and you need to use your fists/teeth/legs to get him off.

You will understand it when you see
your mother’s eyes filled with terror
because you are an hour later than you said you will be home.

But you must never ever let them take
those flames from within your soul,
Instead, you must burn brighter than ever
because you are a daughter of the Sun,
And you belong only to yourself, not to this world.

—  For Girls Who Are Filled With Fire | Nikita Gill

P O K E M O N     S U N / M O O N

As its fighting spirit increases, the flames that Incineroar produces within its body burst from its navel and waistline. Since the flames somewhat resemble a championship belt, they’re known as its “flame belt,” and the Pokemon unleashes moves that use flames from it. In the heat of battle, Incineroar shows no concern for its opponents—and sometimes even launches attacks that strike the opposing Trainer! As a result, many tend to dislike this Pokemon and keep it at a distance.If a crowd watching it battle is pumped up, Incineroar’s fighting spirit will burn brighter. But a lackluster crowd can make it lose focus or fight shoddily. When it receives the admiration of young Pokemon and children, it may keep up its cold attitude on the outside, but in its heart of hearts, Incineroar is immensely happy. It loses the desire to fight when faced with a Pokemon that’s clearly weak or injured, and it sometimes gets taken advantage of as a result.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recommendations for spells for finding your truest self? I'm working through some gender dysphoria and related sexuality issues. (I'm currently seeing a therapist through it but was hoping to work the magical angle too.)

This spell is best done over time, generally I would suggest doing it for the week from the first quarter moon to full moon. You can repeat it monthly for as long as you feel you need to.

Take a white candle (or choose a color that represents you) and carve seven lines to divide the candle into seven equal parts. Every evening you will light the candle and burn one section, as you light it recite:

“Within my heart a flame is lit,

Truth be found or made to fit.

My self revealed to inner eyes,

No more to heed my old disguise.”

Use the time while your candle is burning each evening to write and allow your truest self to speak. You’ve just summoned them so now it’s time to listen to what they have to say. 

You might even try writing from the perspective of your truest self, “My true self feels…” or “My true self wants…” can be powerful prompts. Every time you find yourself stuck as you’re writing start the next sentence with “My true self needs/feels/is/etc.” and allow whatever follows to just flow. The idea is to get out of your head and out of your own way as you do this, your truest self is in there, all you have to do is give them the chance to speak!

I could feel it
with my fingertips
how your body danced like flames under my touch.
It was precious to us,
I thought,
how our hands always ended up joigning, 
heathing up my cold skin,
like I was self-providing,
creating the fire that I needed within you. 
It seems though,
that the things that come go,
that waves burned through, 
and that I am meant to drown.
Fire ain’t no hell or I’d wear the crown.
—  Request about someone who ignited a fire with a soul, until someone better came along and threw water at it - Anon
The Signs as Divination Methods

Aries: Pyromancy, divination by fire, often assisted by substances thrown onto the flames or a certain material burned.

Taurus: Palmistry, divination and interpretation of the lines and structure of the hand.

Gemini: Sciomancy, divination by communicating with a spirit guide.

Cancer: Dowsing, divination where a forked stick is used to locate water or precious minerals, it can also find other objects and things within a person.

Leo: Oneiromancy, is the interpretation of dreams and their prophetic nature.

Virgo: Tasseography, is the reading of tea leaves that remain in a tea cup once the beverage has been drunk.

Libra: Radiesthesia, divination using a device such as a pendulum or table tipping.

Scorpio: Hydromancy, divination by water including the color, ebb and flow, or ripples produced by pebbles dropped in a pool.

Sagittarius: Precognition, an inner knowledge or sense of future events.

Capricorn: Geomancy, the study of figures on the ground and the influence of the Earth’s “currents”.

Aquarius: Astrology, divination using celestial bodies: the sun, moon, planets, and stars.

Pisces: Metagnomy, divination using “visions” received in a trance state.

divination info     more astrology posts

tye-bailey  asked:

What inspired you to get involved in activism?

Once I became more informed and saw the world for what it is I became enraged and a flame lit inside me. I started actions in the streets before primaries when Trump was about to be the republican nominee. I have this burning passion within me and it’s a force that I use to fight fascism, sexism, homophobia, xenophobia, racism, nationalism, islamophobia, etc.

Mahal’s Forge

How had the line of Durin been brought so low?

The thought swirled like a storm behind Thorin’s brow, clouding his eyes, seeping down his spine and chilling his chest. It was a phantom ache he had grown used to, but at the same time, he knew he could never embrace this coldness. His pride would not allow it, nor would his stubbornness.

Dis used to say that within the chest of a Dwarf lay a forge, burning with determination to create and shape the world around them, whether by heat of intent or by mallet of force.

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The Agony of Secret Love

Anthologia Palatina 5.221 = Paulus Silentiarius (6th cent. CE)

How long will we go on
   Casting furtive glances at each other,
Trying to conceal the flame
   That burns within our gazes?
We must proclaim to the world
   Our cares and agonies,
And if someone should try
   To hinder the soft entwining
Of the union that set us free
   From the suffering we feel,
Then the sword will be
   The remedy for us both.
For it is always sweeter for us
   To pursue a common fate,
Whether it be life
   Or whether it be death.

Μέχρι τίνος φλογόεσσαν ὑποκλέπτοντες ὀπωπὴν
φώριον ἀλλήλων βλέμμα τιτυσκόμεθα;
λεκτέον ἀμφαδίην μελεδήματα, κἤν τις ἐρύξῃ
  μαλθακὰ λυσιπόνου πλέγματα συζυγίης,
φάρμακον ἀμφοτέροις ξίφος ἔσσεται· ἥδιον ἡμῖν
ξυνὸν ἀεὶ μεθέπειν ἢ βίον ἢ θάνατον.

The Progress of Love: The Meeting, Jean-Honoré Fragonard, 1771-72

“How did you know it was a toxic relationship?”

Because he didn’t just ignite a flame within me.

He covered me in fuel, lit a match and danced around my burning body while I crumbled until there was nothing left of the girl I used to be.

—  His “love” killed me, 23/01/2015

The Aries Witch ♈ Candle Magick

Candle magick is one of the simplest forms in witchcraft. You need nothing but the candle and fire to light it with. Candle magick can also be seen to be complete within itself, as the body of the candle is made up from the elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Spirit can be represented by the wick of the candle, as the wick is where the potential of the candle lies and will be unfolded with. With the candle lit, the flame of your intent will burn

Candle colours for spells xx

Black: Banishing, binding and can be used to access the subconscious

Pale Blue: Calming and again a great healer

Blue: Most commonly associated with healing and happiness, Can represent Water on your Altar

Dark Blue: Presence of mind

Gold: Symbolises sun energy and the masculine energy of the God, empowerment and positivity

Green: Prosperity, Employment, Health, Fertility and successful use of efforts and skill

Orange: Legal matters, also associated with the suns energies and pride

Pink: Love, self confidence, luck

Purple: Power, success, enhancement of psychic powers

Red: Love, Romance, Sex, Willpower, ambition and courage, Also can represet Fire on your altar

Silver: Represents the feminine, lunar energies of the Goddess, as well as purity and can help stimulate intuition

White: A white candle can replace any colour except black, it represents purity and protection, Can represent Air on your Altar

Grey: Uncrossing, Clarification, Can aid Clairvoyance, great for meditation,  Can represent Air on your Altar

Yellow: Wisdom and is an excellent stimulant for intellect and concentration

Brown: Naturally grounding, can represent Earth of your altar, healing, can help connect with nature

“A flame burns within                                                                                           All creatures sentient and otherwise                                                                One such creature, a hero to us                                                                  Gained the means to bend that flame                                                                 To his great will

He is Knar. Father Flame, Brother Ember                                                               One of the Founders of the Synarchy                                                                He whose chivalry gave rise                                                                                To the honor and glory                                                                                      Our swords and shields carry

Father, Brother Knar                                                                                          May those who taint our honor                                                                      Know the seethe of your hand                                                                           For no grave is deeper                                                                                     Than the judgement of your fire”

-A passage from the Tome of the Iron Synarchy

Another fancy piece for my fancy personal project.

He loves me, he loves me not.

I sit tearing each petal one by one.
He loves me, he loves me not.
The day I met him I understood what a metaphor might feel like.
It hit like a truck—my heart dropped.
The day he smiled, ice seemed to replace the blood running in my veins.
Shivers raced down my spine, yet warmth filled me as a smile formed in reply.

He loves me, he loves me not.

I even remember the day he called me “his.”
Pinching myself in self-doubt of the possibility.
In HIS eyes, I belonged to HIM.
Those beautiful eyes, I looked into them every time I had a chance.
Those beautiful eyes that reflected his inner beauty, opening a pathway to his uncensored thoughts.
Those eyes he used to stare deep into mine, losing his breath or smiling straight after.
The eyes that illuminated with fire whenever he became passionate, burning a flame within his heart as he ranted to me.
The eyes that soften when mine were flooded, and could whisper that it would be okay.

He loves me, he loves me not.

As time moved on, it seemed he did as well.
I denied all, crying and praying for the lie to be dissolved.
Until I came face-to-face with the one I trusted the most.
His words soothed me, easing a pain in my heart, telling me what I wanted to hear.
But looking into those once gorgeous eyes, the truth stung like poison.
His eyes spoke what his words wouldn’t.
Flower petals piling around me continued to grow.
I knew the right answer, but my heart screamed no.
Tearing a garden apart for answers I wasn’t going to find.
Just like those beautiful eyes tore up my once beautiful mind.

He loved me, he loves me not.

—  A.V // Flower Petals

Gothic Harry Potter - Locations: Durmstrang

Even those used to snow found the castle and grounds to be frigid. Trails of footprints, small and large, appear in the extensive grounds; meandering in no particular direction. Following them could lead you to a rare potion ingredient, or far into the forested slopes of the mountain with no way back. Clocks slow and stop within a week, and candles burn with cold flames. The light that enters through wide windows is cold, tinted, and weak.

so i was in my religious studies class (it's a requirement, I go to a Catholic school :( )
  • teacher: so what can you tell us about this parable of the rich man and lazarus
  • me: well when the rich man is in hell and is calling out to abraham, abraham addresses him as "my child"
  • me: so, while abraham is watching this man burn alive, he knows it is justice and it is right.. but he still holds affection in his heart for the wayward man and there is remorse within him as he sees the flames devour the man
  • me: wait a minute
My heart aches
for some sort of traveling.
I want to get acquainted with promising places,
with sheltered corners, with quaint memories.
Let me build a bridge to connect
you to me
and take a detour
straight to the part of your heart
where an old flame used to burn.
I’ll kiss you with my flames
and it’ll be short of a catastrophic passion.
This is courage.
This is acid on wounds
but not flinching.
This is trying.
This is a whisper of love.
A flickering potential.
Let me make you tremble
because there’s an ocean of me inside you
and when doubt shakes you,
you’ll hear my waves of love
crashing within your body and soul.
—  (NJ.)

Today in history: August 6, 1945 – The U.S. drops nuclear bomb on Hiroshima, Japan, the first use of nuclear weapons in war. Three days later the U.S. also uses nuclear bombs on Nagasaki, Japan. 

Within the first two to four months of the bombings, the effects killed 90,000–166,000 people in Hiroshima and 60,000–80,000 in Nagasaki, with roughly half of the deaths in each city occurring on the first day. 

The Hiroshima health department estimated that, of the people who died on the day of the explosion, 60% died from flash or flame burns, 30% from falling debris and 10% from other causes. 

During the following months, large numbers died from the effect of burns, radiation sickness, and other injuries, compounded by illness. In both cities, most of the dead were civilians. 

Image: Atomic bomb mushroom clouds over Hiroshima (left) and Nagasaki (right) 

Via Freedom Road Socialist Organization (Fight Back!)