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you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?
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me, seeing how this exchange reading went: holy shit how did we both read the same thing for each other when we didn't reveal our readings until after. the fact that the one of the cards from the spread looked like an entity I work with from the "message from spirit team" has me going :o what an excellent reading
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Castle in Moszna, Poland (by Beemwej)
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“Rose’s Healing Tears” Enchantment
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Inspired by Rose Quartz’s healing tears from Steven Universe. A healing enchantment for you through physical or mental trauma; but please do not use this as sole method for healing, also seek the help of medical professionals as well. (And yes I am aware there is a spell by @orriculum, which I linked in this sentence, of a similar name but I’ve been wanting to make a Rose Quartz inspired spell for a very long time now)
What You’ll Need
A rose quartz
A small bowl
Waxing moon water
Himalayan pink salt
Mortar and pestle
Tears or spit
A pink candle
An item you wear every day
Skin-safe lavender oil
Thyme
Chamomile
A rose, preferable a pink rose
What To Do
Cover the rose quartz in the oil.
Pour the moon water into the bowl and place the rose quartz in it.
Take the item you wear every day and place it in the bowl now.
Take a rose petal from the rose and place it under the rose quartz in the bowl of moon water.
Take your chamomile and other rose petals and muddle them together and place the mix into the bowl.
Spit/place your tears into the bowl after you put the chamomile and rose petals in.
Drip the wax into the bowl while saying/thinking/chanting “I am ready to move on, I am ready to heal, help me heal.”
Take out the item and dry it, whenever you need to recharge it hold and say “I can heal, I am healing.”
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Haven has fallen.
Dragon Age inquisioner, Arlen
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A hexagonal storm with a diameter of 25,000 km raging at the north pole of Saturn.
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Starfire by Max Elmberg Sjöholm
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The performance element of witchcraft
Everyone performs. It's just an inherent part of talking about any practice, and that's not a bad thing. It's part of engaging with any community. Talking about cool experiences we have, things we want to do, taking pictures, making posts, etc. We even perform to ourselves, make things #aesthetic to get in the mindset.
The problem is when THAT'S what our identity as practitioners begins to hinge on. Sometimes it's better to keep certain things personal. Sometimes we risk focusing most on the appearance of the act rather than the actual intended results.
Ask yourself: if you could speak to NOBODY about your work, take no pictures, share nothing, what would you do? Would it change? What gives you peace when nobody else is around to give it to you?
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Sowing Stars ~ Valera Lutfullina
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yee haw
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fitz + kiss sketch
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Fause Haten Menswear F/W 2006
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unsung benefit i think a lot of ppl are sleeping on with using the public library is that i think its a great replacement for the dopamine hit some ppl get from online shopping. it kind of fills that niche of reserving something that you then get to anticipate the arrival of and enjoy when it arrives, but without like, the waste and the money.
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Dream drift with Strider. It was something.
I only really can remember the beginning a little. It was post-apocalyptic, and I was with other people. More of it reminded me of Dishonored splashed with more. My group was treasure hunting, or trying to get to another place. I only recall seeing this purple writing (it glowed) around to guide me. I didn't do any of the fighting, but I saw it.
We ended up at a bar / internet cafe. I saw this because the place had a bar and then late 90s / early 2000s computer monitors. I asked where something was. Someone gave me instructions and I attempted to screen shot it on my phone but the apps were in the wrong places.
Around here I remember it felt more like Strider. It must have been his phone. From there, I think I/ Strider ended up meeting up with someone who had business with us. It was distinctly Norse though. I remember feeling like being a legal representative (which sometimes I am). Then following a group fo three others into the room. It was a kind of throne room there. I had figured it was the All-Father, because he sat there with one blind eye. It felt like two others were present too (Lie-Smith and Friend-to-All).
I sat down on the All-Father's right-hand side next to my person I walked in with. I remember we had to take a quick step in, pause, and take another one as we made our approach. It was weird. Anyways, I had fruit with me, which I was unpeeling. I gave it to a red-haired woman with me (looked like Lisa Ann Walter). She took the tangerine I had prepared. The All-Father ate a sliced banana, and the Lie-smith ate.. something. It was hard to tell but I remember dark hair and a bit of sunken, but mischievious eyes.
Strider took more of the dream stage at this point so I was seeing his P.O.V. He was listening intently about what was going on. I remember him asking people to repeat what was said. Just for clarification. I think this was something about magic. I wish I could say I knew.
At some point I felt him stiffen and get his spidey-sense tingle of someone he felt coming. It was his mom arriving in the dream, and it was a bizarre thing to feel. He got up and went towards the big double doors to check. He could see her walking with a small group, his older siblings (a man and woman), with. I know he made some kind of comment before returning through the doors. Something about how he was so unsurprised this would happen.
Still in his perspective, he talked to others, and his mom had spoken to the group. More talks about magic. Something about how things were getting dull (and I could see how that may relate to me as I feel like a corpse). Strider was rigid in his body posture and kept close to me and made comments. But as his mom talked, I know he watched my hand crush something. The hand looked so fish guts pale and bordered almost on a stone texture (statue-like). But when I crushed whatever I did, there was a great release of magic and color I saw from Strider's eyes. My skin was still pale but in my open left palm was a solidifed, smooth and blue gem.
I woke up to a disruption. But I'll have to talk to Strider about whatever this was.
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The Wolf
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Kaidan
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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?
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