wax drippings


Apparently, the one thing I like drawing more than Pokemon is Fakemon and fusions.

It’s “fur” is actually made of wax and it drips everywhere. It’s lil’ feets click-clack on the ground wherever it goes. It will chew your shoes and then accidentally set them on fire, not recommended for inexperienced trainers.

You can change the trim by feeding it special items that change the fire color (like how you can change real fire colors depending on what chemicals you’re burning). Then it shakes off the wax and it “grows” back in the new trim. As for the hat… magic.

Methods for Spells

TO BIND- wrap in black thread, drip wax over, or seal in a jar and hide it in the dark.

TO BANISH- burn an effect to ash and sweep off the back door step, cast it out a window, or bury in the ground and spit on it

TO ENCOURAGE-  plant it by the front door/steps, bury by a window, or place it on a windowsill

TO HIDE- place in a jar painted black, cover with cloth and bury, or wrap with a ribbon

TO CLEANSE- bury it in a bowl of  salt, burn herbs and pass through the smoke, or lay it in a moonwater bath

TO GLAMOUR- leave under the full moon, hold its reflection over a mirror with herbs, or 

TO WISH- place before a candle and blow it out, drown a coin in water, or let seeds blow into the wind

TO COMMUNICATE- (with a spirit or deity) - anoint a candle, leave out offerings, or open the front doors and windows

TO WARD- leave part of the spell in four corners, draw lines around the protected area, or plant an object of projection in the north, east, south, and west edges

TO CURSE- spit on it, drag your nails down it, or stick sharp things in it

TO DISCOURAGE - plant or bury by the back door, or burn to ash

TO JINX- say it three times out loud, or say a word the same time as someone else

TO MANIPULATE - use wax, use poppets, or tie several strings to pieces of an effect

TO BENEFIT - light a candle, charge a crystal, or create a talisman

curse alternative

This is a spell for witches who are concerned about cursing. Whether or not to curse is completely up to the witch; however, this ritual is designed to banish negativity from a specific person and protect yourself from their influence. To be done during a waning moon. You will need:

- An acorn (protection, personal power, wisdom)

- Garlic powder (banishing)

- Pen and paper

- Black candle

1. Light your black candle. On a small piece of paper, write your chosen’s full name with black pen.

2. Take the acorn in your hand, and whisper to it, “may I be protected from (name)’s bad intentions and harmful energy.” Wrap the paper with their name around the acorn and secure it with knotted black cord.

3. Pick up your black candle and drip its wax onto the acorn, sealing the cord further. As you do so, visualize your chosen unable to do further harm.

4. Dig a small hole in the earth. Place the acorn in the hole, and sprinkle garlic powder over it. Fill the hole back up with dirt. As the moon wanes, so does this person’s ability to influence your world negatively.

you’re burning inside,
a fire’s confined by your mind—
how is this considered fine?

burnt out embers—
charcoal is all that remains
of your faded memories

your voice is a wildfire,
emitting sparks
with every word you speak

a fire kindles in your heart
spreading heat through arteries,
yet still your hands are frigid

aura set aflame—
a futile attempt
to become the sun

a candle flickers,
its wax melts and drips
while you moth to its
dying light

charcoal shadows
and ashen ghosts—
you only meant 
to quell the fire

your soul is burnt—
a bitter reminder to
never let warmth in

a bonfire crackling
in the dead of night
burning brighter
with every step you take   

there are ashes in your hair
the world is burning,
but you do not care 

you light matches in the wind
to watch their smoky deaths
(like you, their warmth never lasts)

in the flames you swear you saw a phoenix,
but closes your eyes and its fiery wings
disappear yet again

—  fire poetry for the signs // fauxastrology

🕯️ bleeding candle spell 🕯️

a candle spell meant to cauterize an emotional wound. 

🕯️ gather: healing crystals, rose petals, rock salt, rosemary, a red and white candle each.

🕯️ form a circle with the rock salt

🕯️ arrange rose petals and crystals around the edge

🕯️ place the white candle in the center

🕯️ light the red candle and drip wax onto the white candle

🕯️ speak aloud of the ways you are moving on and healing, or plan to.

🕯️ place a pinch of rosemary into the white candle’s wick

🕯️ light the white candle with the red, and burn the rosemary. 

🕯️ blow out candles when you feel ready. 

anonymous asked:

Hello my dear! How do you charge a sigil if its drawn on your body?


There are many ways - this list is not extensive, just some stuff I came up with off the top of my head.

  • You can kiss it.
  • You can breathe on it.
  • You can trace the design with your finger tip. 
  • You can rub the skin it is drawn on.
  • You can tap the skin it is drawn on.
  • You can pinch the skin it is drawn on.
  • You can snap an elastic band on it.
  • You can hold a crystal over top of it.
  • You can anoint it with charged water.
  • You can just straight up wash it off.
  • You can anoint it with essential oils.
    • Be sure to dilute the oil properly, and be aware of allergies / sensitive skin.
  • You can perform exercise or dance with it on your skin.
  • You can do any sort of body / muscle stretches.
  • You can sing to it.
  • You can channel your own energy, or energy from an external source, directly into the sigil.
  • You can play video games while the sigil is drawn on you. 
  • You can rub some soil on it.
  • You can rub some herbs (preferably whole leaves) on it.
    • Be sure to do your research to ensure that the herbs you use are not toxic / can be harmful to and through the skin, or if you have any allergies.
  • You can hold the sigil over the flame of a candle (heat).
    • This works best on certain parts of the body (i.e. limbs).
    • Be careful to not hold your skin too close to the flame - just enough to feel the heat. Remember to prepare for and perform any fire safety methods if necessary.
  • You can hold the sigil over burning incense (smoke).
    • This works best on certain parts of the body (i.e. limbs).
  • You can focus on the blood flow inside your body where the sigil is drawn.
  • You can sit out in the sun light with the sigil exposed.
  • You can sit out in the moon light with the sigil exposed.
  • You can recite relating prayers over it.
  • You can have a shower. 
    • Yep.
  • Draw the sigil on your skin with something yummy - like chocolate sauce, something definitely edible - and lick it off.

Here’s my rule of thumb: if it has energy, can generate energy, or can move energy, it can be probably be used to charge sigils.

I am putting other, some would even say “controversial” (though I wouldn’t), charging methods under the “read more” for various trigger warnings / mentions.

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Here’s to the Witches

Here’s to the Witches with messy altars.

To the sisters that have cats with ragged ears and missing legs.

Here’s to the brothers with the altars all dripping wax and smothered in incense ash.

To the siblings with athames of stone and Books of Shadow smudged with coffee and last week’s breakfast.

Here’s to spells written in a rush but with love and care behind them.

To spells that don’t rhyme or really make sense when spoken but call storms to the sky.

Here’s to the Witches who sit Sundays in the pews and sing out the praise of the Risen God.

To the Witches who stand sky clad under the moonlight and pray by fire to the old Gods of Before.

Here’s to the Witches who learn when they are children, how to read the cards and the signs of the stars.

To the Witches who don’t learn until silver touches their hair how to cast the runes and the bones to sense a fair wind.

Here’s to the Children of the Witches they could not Burn.

To the Witches who snuck into the night with their books and wands and herbs clutched close to their chests.

Here’s to the Witches who flaunted their Spirit Boards in their sitting rooms and their crystals in their kitchens.

Here’s to the Witches.

Modern Witches

- Nervous witches collecting rainwater in mason jars and purifying it for non visibility spells. Dousing their wrists and necks and behind their ears to prevent unwanted attention.

- Witches brewing tea and coffee and leaving it to sit for days so that the spirits in their homes will be pleased.

- Twenty year old witches squinting at their scrawled runes in a composition notebook in a cramped apartment as they study for exams.

- Witches arming themselves with non-lethal hexes and curses when they have to walk at night in the city because you can never be too careful.

- Witches adopting their black cats from shelters, and maybe several other cats that aren’t black as well.

- Witches creating fairy lights of floating candles that sometimes drip wax on the floor but will refuse to burn the witch’s dwelling.

- Familiars doubling as therapy pets and service dogs.

Candle Wax Scrying How-To

Candle wax readings are similar to tea leave readings, but instead of reading symbols and messages formed by wet tea leaves inside your teacup, candle drippings formed in water are interpreted.

The following materials will be needed:

  • Scrying bowl
    • Any type of container can be used as a scrying bowl. However, it is best to use a bowl made out of natural materials or one that has a reflective surface.
    • Avoid using plastics and aluminum containers
    • Ceramic or glass bowls are excellent choices
  • Water
    • Any form of water can be used during scrying. However, I have found that natural water from a stream or rain works best.
  • Pen and paper
  • Candle with matches
    • For the main candle used for scrying, you have the choice of using a white candle or a colored candle that represents the question that you want to ask.

Note: You do not necessarily need to have a definite question to be able to scry.

Small tea light candles can be placed around the room to create a peaceful atmosphere.

Pre-Scrying Session:

  • Gather the supplies needed for your candle wax reading session.
  • Prepare a room to your liking (lock the doors, close the blinds, etc). Dim the lights, light some incense, and allow the light of small candles to dance around the room.
  • Concentrate on your breathing, taking deep breathes and feeling calmness consume you.
  • As you fall into a deeper state of meditation, feel your energy flow through you.
  • When ready, push the energy outward and imagine its white color engulf your surroundings.
    • At this time, you should be feeling either a tingly sensation inside of you or be so relaxed that you experience yourself entering a deeper dimension.
  • Once you feel comfortable, open your eyes.  

During Session:

  • Write your question down (if you have one) on a piece of paper and place it next to the scrying water bowl.
  • When ready, light the candle that will be used to scry and allow the wax to drip upon the water inside the bowl.
    • Do not move the bowl or touch the water.
    • Let the wax and water blend naturally.
  • Keep a state of calmness and relaxation throughout the process, maintaining your question in mind.
    • The time that you spent during this phase of the ritual is up to you. Some people believe they get the answer to their question in a couple of minutes, while others wait till the entire candle is finished.

Post-Scrying Session:

  • Once exhaustion starts setting in, the energy around you will begin to dissipate and slowly become smaller.
  • Allow the energy to naturally fade out and come back inside you.
  • Take the piece of paper where you wrote your question and allow it to be burnt by the fire of the candle that was used during scrying or dip it into the water.
  • Put out the fire of the candle, turn on the lights, and begin to interpret your wax findings. There are no right or wrong ways to interpret candle wax. It is your own personal experience!
    • Numbers can indicate days, weeks, months, or years.
    • Letters can represent clues to a person’s name or place.
    • A circle could represent the beginning or end of a cycle.
    • A cluster of dots may represent a group of people.
    • If there is one formation sitting at a distance from the other drippings, it could represent isolation. 
"Money For A Friend" Spell

A spell for money to find your friend/loved one if/when they need it.

Originally posted by shuubass

What You’ll Need

  • A picture of the person you’re gonna send the spell to or their name
  • Green Candle
  • A small bowl
  • A plate
  • Mint
  • Cinnamon
  • Thyme

What To Do

  • Light your candle.
  • Place your picture/piece of paper with their name on the plate.
  • Burn all your burnable herbs to ashes.
  • Put the ashes and cinnamon into the bowl and swivel to mix them.
  • Take a pinch of that mixture and sprinkle it on the picture/paper that has their name on it and say/think “Money will come your way.”
  • To seal the spell drip wax onto the edges of the picture/piece of paper that has their name on it to seal any of the mixture that got on the edges.
Jar Spell to protect American Minorities

Intent: To protect minorities in America from Trump and his supporters


  • a jar
  • purple, white, and black papers
  • something to write with
  • purple, red, white, blue, and black string


  • beads - bonus if they’re made of a crystal you associate with protection, peace, unity, etc.
  • white candle for freedom and safety
  • pink candle for love

As many of the following as possible:

  • lavender - peace, protection
  • cinnamon - peace, promoting change
  • angelica - protection, banishing negativity
  • eggshell - protection
  • aloe vera - protection, community
  • cloves - banishing, love, protection
  • any other herbs that you associate with protection

(long post, directions under the cut)

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Candle Wax Divination

It’s believed in Celtic and Gaelic tradition that the veil between the living world and spirit world is thinnest at Samhain, which is why divination became so popular at this period of the year. I’ve heard of this particular method used in my family line in the past.


Cold water


Fill a bowl with water. The bowl should be deep and wide enough to allow candle wax drippings to take shape. Putting the bowl in the freezer for a few minutes will help but don’t let the water solidify into ice.

Take the bowl of water and your candles to your altar or a place in your home where you can work comfortably in peace. Hearth witches or kitchen witches might consider working in the kitchen. Garden witches might consider working in the garden. That sort of thing. In my family tradition, environment mattered to the success of the divination. Working at night is best too.

Candles work best when made of natural materials but should at the very least produce a decent amount of drippiness. I generally use white candles since white is an easy substitute if you don’t have desired colors. You may coordinate the color to the subject of your divination question if you choose–green for money, red for love, etc.–but it’s not totally necessary. Our ancestors doing this particular divination method didn’t have easy access to colored candles like we do. They used beeswax, tallow, etc.

Light the candle and let it warm up pretty good. I have better luck with pillars than tapers but it’s just a matter of personal preference. While you wait for the flame to do its work, concentrate on your question. When the wax gets melted enough, ask your question aloud and then pour the drippings from the candle into the bowl. The cold water will make it harden fast.

Study the shape of the melted wax in the water. This is where you’ll need interpretation skills. I’ve been doing it for a long time and I never had a key for deciphering shapes in the wax but there are some suggestions online if you’re new at it.

Butterfly - freedom, rebirth, soul symbol
Cat - mystery
Crescent - spirituality
Diamond - gift, partnership
Egg - birth, starting something new
Frog - money
Hand - your desires will come to fruition soon
Heart - love
Hourglass - have patience
Leaves - success
Lighthouse - guidance
Lightening - a sudden occurrence
Mask - secrets
Star - wishes fulfilled
Tree - unity

Candy Hearts


Based on the word “Inevitable”

Draco’s eleven.

He’s gasping lungs and cracked open ribs as he clutches the acceptance letter in his pocket and glances up at the frost laced rooftops of Diagon Alley, realizes that there’s an entire world beyond the manor walls and he hadn’t even realized it.

He’s eleven and catching sight of her through shop window reflections like crystal balls. Dragging himself into Florish and Bots because there’s curiosity, no, interest, no, enchantment, maybe, ebbing like magic through the whorls of his fingertips. And she’s in his peripheral, schoolbooks clutched to her chest and smile soft, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. Luminescent in the light filtering through the window.

Draco watches as she rolls her sleeves up to her elbows and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, strains on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves and –

“Here,” he says, grabs the book and slips it into her hands. Ignores the spark that catches between their fingertips and tugs, oh yes, he’s close enough to see the color of her eyes like rainbows reflected through a prism, the butterfly soft smile that traps itself against her mouth as she meets his eyes –

Says her name, “Y/N,” like wind chimes or a symphony.

And Draco thinks that it might as well be a spell.


Draco’s twelve.

He’s glances cast across a classroom, over his shoulder, when he hopes that nobody is looking. Fingers brushing and elbows knocking and, “Excuse me, I didn’t watch where I was going.” He did, and he’d be lying if he said that touching her felt anything less than a charm.

He’s twelve and he’s the pride swelling in his chest at his first Quidditch match when he can hear her somewhere below him, cheering his name. He tells her that she’s his good luck charm the next day, doesn’t quite catch the blush that suffuses her cheeks before he turns away.

But it’s the last day of term and she’s slipping by him in the train corridor and, “Have a good summer, Draco,” she says, hesitates, brushes her lips against his cheek.

He hadn’t quite believed in magic, until then.


Draco’s thirteen.

He’s Blaise’s snickering and Pansy’s knowing looks and jealousy, hot and potent, bubbling like a potion he hadn’t managed to get right in his stomach as Cormac McLagen smirks and smiles and sidles up beside Y/N in the Great Hall during breakfast one day.

He’s thirteen and he’s fucking captivated as snowflakes dust Y/N’s lashes and the wind twirls the ends of her scarf, as she wipes butterbeer from her upper lip and giggles at something that one of her friends whispers into her ear.

“I’ll help you back,” he offers, seizes a chance, when her friends have run ahead of her on the path back to the castle.

And she smiles at him, tucks an arm through the crook of his elbow. Tells him about the trouble she’s been having in Transfiguration lately and if she can’t figure it out her parents will have her head for sure and –

“I can tutor you, if you’d like,” he says, wonders if Blaise had spiked his pumpkin juice with Felix Felicis that morning. Hopes that she can’t feel his heartbeat through the jut of his elbow.

“I’d love that,” she replies.

And he can’t quite believe his luck.


Draco’s fourteen.

He’s library desks cluttered with books and ink blotches, Madam Pince’s furious hushing when he and Y/N forget to be quite. The way light streaks and shimmers around her, distorted as though they’re drowning in the Black Lake.

He’s fourteen and strangely, oddly hopeful as he clasps her fingers, marvels at the fit of her hand in his, shows her the correct hand motion and heart stops, starts, stutters when she doesn’t quite pull away.

“I aced my last test,” she tells him, runs towards him in the corridor, throws her arms around his neck till he can feel her heartbeat crash against his.

“I guess you don’t need a tutor anymore then,” he says. A frown is burgeoning on the cusp of his mouth.

“No, no,” she says hurriedly. “I still do.”

And he isn’t sure why he hasn’t transfigured this, them into something else yet.


Draco’s fifteen.

He’s the firewhiskey on his lips and the castle floor on the palms of his hands as he reaches forward and spins the bottle yes, hopes, wonders, waits as it spins, spins, lands on her, oh yes.

He’s fifteen and he’s the lip-gloss on her lips, the way they crash head on like a train-wreck, a car crash and he doesn’t have an algorithm for this: him, her, the kiss.

Because her mouth fits neatly against his and she tastes like melted sugar, like cotton candy, all soft edges and fluttering pulse points. His eyes are closed and he can’t quite believe/ only he can, he’d rigged the game.

Afterwards, afterwards, afterwards:

He pulls her into a broom cupboard and threads his fingers through her hair, tastes butterbeer on her tongue and feels his tonsils glued together because this is a secret and he can’t quite find the right words to say.

But things are different, they’re different and he holds her hands as he walks her to class, kisses her across the tabletop in Honeydukes and grabs her, twirls her after Quidditch matches. He wraps his scarf around her neck and they pass notes in class, sit at the top of the astronomy tower at night and map out the handful of constellations that they know.

It’s this: him, her, and how he hadn’t anticipated that the winds would change.


Draco’s sixteen.

He’s late night kisses and early morning platitudes, worried questions and, “Draco, I know something’s wrong.” The mark on his arm and the worry that’s coiled tight in his gut as he attempts to keep it covered up.

He’s sixteen and he’s breaking, the world too heavy on Atlas’ shoulders. Because he has a noose around his neck and he can’t do it, can’t, can’t, can’t.

They lose their virginity to each other the night before he’s meant to kill Dumbledore. And it’s like falling through a pensieve to a memory he didn’t know he had; soft lips and rolling hips and gasps, teeth, fingers fit neatly in the groove of her waist.

Here’s how it goes:

A girl, a boy, a tragedy. He’s Icarus and she’s the sun and it’s not her that kills him, oh no, it’s the ocean and melted wax dripping down his back.

He tells her ‘I love you’ before he tells him ‘I have to kill you’.

And there’s a green light and he’s Gatsby and he’s never managed to reach what he wanted, no, has only ever been a cautionary tale.

He’s sixteen and he’s a mistake, a heartbreak, the boy who made all the wrong choices.


Draco’s seventeen.

He’s the shards of a broken chandelier stuck in his mouth, his hands, vocal chords torn to ribbons as lights flash green and screams echo through the hallowed corridors of the manor. The letters he’d sent her that don’t have a reply, the ragged stitches of a heart never meant to mend.

He’s seventeen and the room of requirement is burning around him, life flashing before his eyes, flames licking at his heels. It’s her, her, her. And Crabbe’s gone, the room is charred but it’s not over yet, is never over.

There’s blood on his hands and in his throat when he sees her again. When he grabs her, yells, watches as a Death Eater’s body crumbles to the floor.

Her palm is sweaty against his, breaths ragged and tears sooty.

There’s a war raging around them and he finds that he doesn’t quite care.


Draco’s eighteen.

He’s the faded mark on his arm and the ring in his pocket and the happiness – cautious, unsure, new – that permeates the walls of his new home with her. Because the war is over and the world is still turning.

He’s eighteen and he’s a happy ending, maybe, a fairytale that didn’t quite end with them riding off into the sunset but ended like this instead: him and her and he thinks that that’s all he ever really needed.

"Fuck This Thing in Particular" Curse

Built for recent Nazi happenings, so this is a very strong spell. But, it can be adapted for all your fucking needs.

- Carnation petals (Disdain, Rejection)
- Thistles (Pain)
- Black Salt or Ashes (Banishing, Decay)
- Black Pepper (Banishing)
- Shell Shards
- Red Candle (Anger, Power)
- Large Rock

I’m not by the sea, so I’m grabbing what’s available for shells. That means a Cicada shell for me. As long as it can be crushed and has hard bits, it’ll work.

Grind flowers and pepper together. Sprinkle in pepper and ash/salt. Light the candle and let the wax drip into the bowl or jar where your ingredients are. Hold the shell over the the bowl and crush/crumble it with your hands. An incantation may be added here as you wish.

After the candle has burned down (to the bottom or to your satisfaction- I see y'all broke witches and I feel your pain), pack the mixture into a bag and put the bag under a large rock outdoors. Allow the sun and moon to keep the spell alive.

When/if you wish the curse to end, simply remove the bag from under the rock and dump the contents outdoors, away from your living space.

If the target knows or suspects they’ve been cursed, leaving the bag under a rock outdoors may not be ideal, as they could find it. In this case, a smaller bag may be made and kept under a smaller rock on your windowsill.

Happy cursing, my witches!

“You’ve Done Me Wrong” Revenge Curse

For those who have done you wrong, a curse of revenge if the universe’s power of retaliation isn’t working fast enough for you.

Originally posted by hannabalxmarie

What You’ll Need

  • A taglock or blood root
  • A poppet
  • A black candle
  • New moon water
  • A small bowl
  • Bindweed
  • Henbane
  • Dead, dried mint leaves
  • Lime

What To Do

  • First and foremost, pour your new moon water into the bowl for later.
  • Take your taglock or blood root and put it into the poppet of your target.
  • Next take your henbane and dead mint leaves and stuff them into the poppet as well.
  • Wrap your bindweed around the poppet while saying/thinking “You’ve done me wrong, you’ve done me harm, now you see what you have done. You will suffer the ways you’ve made me.” take your lime and squeeze/rub it’s juices on the poppet while finishing with “So mote it be.”
  • To seal the curse drip black wax over the poppet to “pin” the bindweed onto the poppet and briefly dip the poppet in your new moon water.
“Call To Arms” A Spell To Summon/Call for Emotional Support

Based off the spell from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim this spell will allow you to call for aid, whether it be spirits or people, in a time of need. Though, afterwards please talk to someone to try to get their support as well, someone you trust.

What You’ll Need

  • A pink and orange candle
  • A candlestick
  • Full moon water
  • A medium sized ceramic bowl
  • Mortar and pestle
  • A milky quartz or amethyst
  • Sea salt or Epsom salt
  • Lotus flower
  • Dried Juniper berries
  • Poppy seeds

What To Do

  • Place your candle in the candlestick and place it the center of the bowl.
  • Muddle your lotus flower, juniper berries, salt, and poppy seeds into a powder.
  • Spoon the powder into the bowl around the candle.
  • Then place your stone in next to the candle.
  • Light your candle and slowly pour the full moon water around the candle, say/think “A call to arms I decree, come to me in this time of need.”
  • Let the wax drip into the water until the candle is half way melted and then blow it out and take out your stone.
  • Dry it off and keep it under your pillow, the stone is now a beacon that will attract support.
There’s a hole where I kicked in the cabinet
and my mother says I’m sick.
I keep a full bottle of my happy pills by my bedside
in case I reach out and take it.
There is food rotting,
I can’t keep my room clean for more than a week
and I can’t remember the last time I changed my sheets.
The thing is, I can make things pretty,
disguise them with allegories, metaphors and use similes.
I can say I am writing in the sky, a love note, a joyful goodbye,
but I am ruining the flesh I wear.
The truth is I messed up my liver with one too many tries,
I live a life knowing I am destined to die at the hands of suicide.
As hard as it is to say,
the truth sprayed with a sparkle of light
the people I let down,
the fires I ignite.
I am a burning candle dripping wax,
God forgive my withering flame.
A Candle In The Darkness spell

A spell to serve as a guiding light for someone in need, usually going through a rough time or difficult to navigate emotions

What you’ll need:

  • Some sort of symbol for polaris
  • Picture of the target
  • Dried pineapple weed
  • Dried dandelion
  • A candle

🌙 Carve the symbol into the candle and place it on top of the picture. Place the flowers around the bottom of the candle so wax will drip onto them

🌙 Say:
Lost on your way,
may this light be your guide,
may these flowers draw you to your destination,
may comfort be by your side

then light the candle

🌙 As it burns, focus intent into the flame, visualize it guiding the target to a better destination. Let it burn down for as long as you feel is suitable