why do people writing Magick/Occult books always use the grossest sex metaphor for magic? like dude you could have said riding a bike, or baking a cake and instead you’re explaining sex to a virgin
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Wait, you can make your own runes? How does that work? What kind of materials should one use? Should they be charged with the moon, I, I have lots of questions, this is a mayor revelation.
Of course. It’s preferred even; nothing will be so closely tuned to you as the set you made yourself.
I cut mine from the branch of an apple tree growing in my parent’s yard. Sawed the branch into small round cross-sections with a hacksaw, sanded them smooth, and woodburned the runes into them. I made my mother a set of Ogham tiles from the storm-fallen branch of the birch tree in her yard in the same way.
I’ve seen others just paint the runes on, which works great as well. I made a set for a friend by finding matched white quartz pebbles and painting the runes on in nail polish. Worked fine. I’ve seen shells and bones used as well.
I’ve seen them made from clay as well. Lots of people use Sculpy clay. I prefer natural materials but people seem to have good results with that. If you like pottery, making them out of clay and glazing and firing them would be brilliant.
So there's a cider (hard cider? the alcoholic one for my american buddies) brand in my country called Honesty Box, and for a while they had twist off caps. I collected them and made a greek alphabet oracle set with them. Cause I mean, Honesty Box
My mother just mentioned that Hermes was the original travel blogger and honestly I don't know what to do with that information
Today my partner diy-ed and put up a new shelf for me. So today will officially be the last day I will have to say ‘please stop leaving your keys on my shrine!’
It’s looks so good and I’m really happy with it, and I’ve slimmed it down to be very minimalist, but I suspect it to grow again with time!
Dua Hathor!
It's so little!😍 and cute!
*hugs for you* a poem about Hermes and space travel?
When one road isn’t enough –when every road isn’t enough –Zeus’ wing-footed son soarsinto vast and endless silence.The orbits are unmarked, but hetreks golden and gleaming,telling himself storiesof how we will one day follow these paths, too.
My witchcraft trunk is heavy with secrets….and rocks. Okay, most of the weight is rocks. Rocks vastly outnumber the secrets.
shhhh, the rocks are supposed to be the secrets!
You fool. I was leading them astray by acting as though the rocks and the secrets are unrelated. Now they know that it is all rocks. The cat has escaped the bag and we were all fools to believe it could be put back in.
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“Some insignificant things that I’ve accidentally learned as a witch:
1. Listen to the roses, embark on what they instruct with light feet. They know how to beautify themselves without losing their true meaning of defense.
2. You don’t have to speak, people are theaters. I learn the most from remaining quiet. Offer a smile to the strangers that catch you watching their stories through their movements and gestures.
3. Though it knows you well and may hesitate to do so, the lake will still drown you.
4. A simple kiss will enchant any object. They deserve your love as well as any other.
5. You will find what you are looking for. It will arrive in a manner that you did not expect.
6. The stars listen. They’ve listened for millions of years and continue to show no exhaust for your prayers.”
-yann
Finally finished my painted piece!!! Hope it’s worthy of Apollo
This is stunning!
After screaming, [Cassandra] calls out the name of Apollo sixth times, then again a seventh time, but the seventh time, by shifting the inflexion of the name slightly, she shows its etymology. Apollo’s name is cognate with the Greek verb apollesthai, “to destroy utterly, kill, slay, demolish, lay waste.” By crying out “Apollon emos”, Cassandra can designate the god as “my Apollo” and “my destroyer” at the same time in the same words.
Anne Carson, excerpt of Cassandra Float Can, from Float (via sonnywortzik)
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Time for another post on how I tie my veils. Todays look is a type of kekryphalos, made using a long, wide scarf.
Steps are under the cut
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Hey! I have to tell you all about this amazing app I came across today while looking through tarot creators’ accounts.
This app is called Labyrinthos Academy, from the creator of the Golden Thread tarot and Luminous Spirit Deck! It’s a matching activity app that teaches you the meanings of the 78 tarot cards, both right side up and reversed.
It’s completely free and the only commitment to the app is making an account in order to use it. From there, you choose whether you’re a witch, a wizard, or a mage (I’m assuming it’s female/male/non-binary), and you learn the meanings using a digital version of the Golden Thread tarot deck. Every time you pass a lesson, you get somewhere between 3-5 cards that you can study! As you complete more lessons, your little character levels up and gains some cute new attire.
I’ve been trying to learn tarot for such a long time, but everything was too messy and complicated for me. Labyrinthos Academy has been, by far, the easiest way for me to learn! The cards have an easy-to-read font and the illustrations match the adjectives so well that it’s easy to make the connection and remember.
It’s available for iOS and Android! And remember–it’s free! I’m in no way affiliated with the app or the tarot cards (nor their creator); I don’t even have a single tarot deck myself! But I wanted to share this so other witches who were struggling like me had a place to learn!
I checked this out and it is both cute and useful! If you're wanting to start this is great. And I recommend the Golden Thread tarot app too
I cannot stress how much I love sun-drenched as an epithet and how I'm going to use it always and forever
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The sun inside of him
rages like wildfire
and he is
gold
gold
gold
and he is
scorching the skin of my heart,
yet still he pretends
that he is safe for me to love,
that his hands are gentle,
that his fingerprints won’t be
seared into the notches of my spine.
The sun inside of him
could set the kingdom ablaze;
he knows this, he does.
And he still asks me to love him,
to face the flame.
Find me in the ashes.
Emily Palermo, Apollo
what is so appealing to you about gods brought down to earth? what is so appealing about golden ichor dripping and burning feathers and cracked marble statues and the tears of and in divinity? it’s not romantic the eight hundredth time. it’s not respectful. it doesn’t wrench my heart. it makes me love my Gods and the perfect things about Them and it makes me regret that there are worlds where divinity must be brought down. what is wrong with the holy? nothing that is for you to decide.
The Thunderer courted Hera beneath the live oak shade, tucking azaleas into her hair, bringing her bunches of camellias between classes. He once found her by the lacy hem of her skirt dangling from the magnolia branch she was lying on: bronze hair caught up in a careless chignon, sketchbook braced on her knees. She loved flowers, and he loved pleasing her. Arm in arm, they strolled around the Quad, in and out of the stucco arches the color of summer sunlight. Even an eternity later, when he thinks of falling in love, it is dappled oak shade and trailing Spanish moss he pictures; fervent azalea he smells.
So it’s fitting, he thinks, in between the bolts of agonizing pain, that he’s going to upset her so much beneath these very same oaks.
He lay with Metis, most thoughtful and wise goddess, who knows all of what passes among gods and men, and she quickened to bear a child equal in might and keen thoughts to Zeus, king of gods. With cunning and crafty words, Zeus took Metis, worker of righteousness, into his belly, that she might advise him in all future actions and never bring forth a forceful son to displace him.
As his skull feels near to shattering from the pressure within it, Zeus spares a thought for how Metis’ guidance will probably keep him out of such situations in the future. Like a wavering echo, he feels her amusement: no, it won’t. He knows, but Fates above, can he just get a moment of hope here amid this deathly torment? Her amusement ripples again. You fathered the storm; now suffer the thunderbolt. He growls. It turns into a groan mid-exhalation.
On the banks of what will be University Lake, he curses and sweats, panting and splashing water onto his face. He cries out and moans for hours, until the sky pales for dawn, when bright-eyed Tritogeneia is born. Dew cools on her feet as she surveys all around her: the gilded sky, the wavelets on the lake, the broad oak branches. In the distance, a rooster works himself up to a piercing crow. The warrior maiden regards her father; he runs his gaze down her breastplate and gleaming spear. Zeus opens his arms to her; when she steps into his embrace, he kisses her forehead. “I am so proud of you, Athena,” are the first words to enter her ears; she carries them inscribed on her heart for eternity.
As he walks with her beneath the live oaks, her gray eyes flicker with gold.
Sun-drenched Apollo sang back to the Tui
Sun-drenched Apollo got me out of bed today. Got me in the shower, was the scent of soap and clean. Was the scent of my perfume. Got me to do the dishes, was the sunshine in the window, Was the smell of citrus dishwashing liquid. Got me to open the windows, was the fresh air, Was singing back to the Tui, Was proud of all I could do.
(Poetry request - and thank you in advance if you chose mine!) Apollon, Hermes, and road trips.
(I choose everyone! Just, slowly sometimes ^^; )
The music unspools like goldand so does the road, a ribbondipped in sunset, smearedwith the promise of freedom.
The brothers sing, lyre and pipes,fiddle and trumpets,as the miles disappear behind them.