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Calming Milk Potion

This is a potion that when drank, totally calms you and puts you in a peaceful and relaxing mood. Best used when fired up over a frusterating situation.

You will need the following items for this potion:

  • Milk (skim, 1%, 2%, whole, lactose free… Any will work) 
  • Brown sugar 
  • Honey (or banana) 
  • White sugar 
  • A pot 
  • A stove 
  • A wooden spoon 
  • A cup for afterwards

Set the pot on the stove and fill it with 1 & ½ cups of milk (you can use more or less, you’d just have to equal out the ingredients). Turn the stove on low, and let the milk start to just slightly bubble a little bit.

 Then you poor 1/3 of a cup of brown sugar into the pot and stir for about 15 seconds, Now pour ¼ cup of white sugar in and stir for another 15 seconds. Then you pour in some honey (however much you want or think you need)or if you don’t have honey, you can substitute for 1/3 of a banana (If you use the banana, make sure it’s mushed up and stirable, but still just a little chunky).

Let it sit for about a minute and then turn the stove off and let the potion cool. After it’s a little cooled off but still warm, pour it in a cup and say this spell before drinking:

 ’’Calm me down, safe and sound Bring me peace, so my mind’s at ease As I say so Mote it Be.“ 

Before taking a sip, be sure to thank the God and the Goddess. After you swallow, imagine pure peace flowing through your body. 

Keith was a fire.

He was warmth and serenity, the sun burning down from the sky. His touch was the sun’s rays; a calming warmth that hiding a slow growing burn. He was harsh, cracking flames in an open fire. He’s a single spark that can erupt into so much more, devouring everything it touches. He was the magma flowing under the earth’s crust, just barely contained, a force to be reckoned with when it bursts through the surface. On his own, he’s an unsteady volcano. But with another, he is soft and warm, a red glowing campfire. He can be the comfort of a wooden stove, or the rage of an endless inferno.


Bob Dylan     Bob Dylan’s Dream (Alternate take)     1963

While riding on a train goin’ west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we longed for nothin’ and were satisfied
Jokin’ and talkin’ about the world outside

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they was few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split

How many a year has passed and gone?
And many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a friend
And each one I’ve never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

submitted by Josh Skaarup

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