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Nightshade- Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Aurelia

Deep under the ocean floor, there was a stairway to hell and it was in that belly of the devil that Aurelia lived. In the dreams she engineered, victims experienced a soft and alluring woman with breath that spiked their heart rate but in this dead house, she smelled sour and her fingernails curled in long, thick barnacles.

To the eyes of Helena as she stood in the doorway, Aurelia was animal-like lounging in her own crepuscular filth. A long femur leaned up against the wall in a corner of her room with holes notched into it like a flute. She felt relieved not to have heard the succubi’s song.

“Good day,” she said, stepping away from the doorway and further into the room. The chamber was shadowed and lit only by candles with wax pooling at their bases. There was a rippling light that moved across Aurelia’s face from above as the demon lazed on her red velvet duvet.

“It is indeed,” Aurelia said without looking at her guest. She licked her fingers and in the flickering light, a red sheen wetted on her fingertips.

“I was told you could help me.”

The demon ignored her. Help was a two-way street, and by helping a demon you could expect for them to take more than you were willing to give. Helena wasn’t worried about this- at least, not now. There was plenty that Aurelia could take from this request leaving Helena quite satisfied.

“I want to offer you life.”

“Yours?”

“No, the chance to become human.”

Aurelia laughed. Helena was grateful for her easygoing demeanor- she’d made sure to come after a feeding so this was the side of her she’d get. The screams of men had filled her halls just an hour before and when Helena first entered those doors, she walked the red velvet halls and felt the sick fear and euphoria in the air. So at this laugh, she still didn’t let her guard down. She had to choose her words carefully because demons, they twist and they break and they devour.

“It’s not on the table for me anymore. I took too many lives my first time, and I ruined a lot of others. God would never let me roam his green earth again.”

Helena removed the dainty, inch-long scroll from the pocket of her black dress.

“God didn’t give me this spell.”

The demon looked at her then for the first time. She moved from the bed and toward her to hold out a hand.

“Let me see.”

Helena smiled and put it back in her pocket. “Not quite yet.”

“What do you want for it?”

“Your tongue.”

Aurelia looked upwards, thinking. “It does a lot for me. And others.”

“Then it’s an equal trade.”

Aurelia narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Now give it to me.”

Helena’s nose burned with the smell of seared flesh. She moved away from the demon and closer to her bed, where there were bones scattered, some with meat still on them. Above her, a large fish swam past the ceiling window, his body like a slow, large air balloon at the Macy’s Day Parade. And then the feeling of a small hand materialized in her own, her daughter beside her in the crowd as they waved to the dancers with their free hands. Her daughter’s hand broke away from hers then to hug her father who returned from the restrooms, and she watched him scoop Vivienne up in a bear hug and thought, how lucky we are. We’re happy. This is what love feels like.

Now, her hand was in a fist and she wished she could rip him apart. If only she could go back. But this was second best. And it was fated.

“I need you to kill witch hunters, and witch hunters only.”

“Are you playing with me? Stop wasting my time. I’m not your protector dog.”

“No, you’re a wolf. You can’t be controlled. I know this. But if you want your tongue back, I will give it to you after you’ve killed the hunters. The tongue, if there are no innocents dead by your will.”

“No, that’s not worth it.”

“What would make it so?”

Aurelia looked wildly around her room. She swung her hip and rolled her shoulders as she walked, convulsing to her own thoughts. Helena swallowed, giving her this moment of satisfaction.

“Well,” Helena asked.

“Don’t rush me.”

“I have other things to do.”

Aurelia flew up to her face and then backed away. “As fun as this was, I know you’re lying to me.”

“Why?”

“No one would ever let me live again.”

“The goddess would.”

Aurelia looked at her out of the side of her eyes. “The goddess gave you that spell?”

“She did. Specifically for you. She’s tired of her witch daughters living in fear.”

The demon gulped. “I will agree to your terms, if you agree to mine.”

When she stepped closer, she touched Helena and the claws on her fingers felt brittle and sharp and she couldn’t hide her shivers.

“I take your body.”

Helena spat into her hand and held it out, and the demon licked it off her palm and then smiled.

“Let’s burn these motherfuckers to the ground.”

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Hey everyone, I run an Info blog with sprinkles of divination and original witch fiction. Come one come all? 😊❤️

Are there ANY witchy blogs out there that are still posting ACTUAL spells and witchy tips? Because i only see aes pics on my feed and as much as i care yall,,,,, i really want new content pls.

REBLOG IF YOURE A WITCHY BLOG WHO DOESNT POST AES PICS ONLY!

Looking for:

Aphrodite/Apollo devotees

Devotional act ideas

Spells

Spell jars

Sigils

Witchy tips

Dodekatheists

Spiritworkers

Divination work

Anything...... as long as its not ONLY aes pictures,,,,,

#witchblr #tarotcommunity

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Nightshade - a witchy thriller novel’s first chapter

I have been rewriting and writing this book over and over again- probably for the last 3 years. This is my most recent first chapter, finished the other night unexpectedly with some tea and graham crackers. 

Please let me know what you think! I’ll keep posting the next chapters until I get to the end- hopefully being accountable to someone else will help me stick with my story this time.

Without further ado....

TW: Assault, death, dislocations, and witch hunters

Chapter 1

Vivienne

In the sticky hot night something brushed Vivienne’s hand but the house was supposed to be empty. Some shine from the moon pooled in and she scanned her grandparent’s room, taking a few seconds to squint at the dark corners. Crickets buzz-sawed outside and the pipes whirred and there were footsteps in the hall.

Right outside her door.

She got up and turned the light on. Her breath was ragged as she checked the rooms on either side of the hall. As she neared the bathroom, a shadow moved  from inside. She backed away and hit the half-wall by the room she slept in before stumbling inside as quietly as she could. 

There were two dressers across from the bed- one with loose cigars, a stack of playing cards, and the smell of brandy. It was her grandfather’s, his station alive even as he was dead. Her eye caught on the framed seventh grade picture of her standing next to her parents. Her father’s face was cut out of it but her mom’s was beautiful as ever standing behind Vivienne with her hands folded over her shoulders.

A noise came from downstairs. But was it the pipes or danger? She snatched up grandpa’s rifle.

She forced herself toward the hall again and with every step, her legs felt heavier and heavier and her breath more and more shallow as she closed the distance to the bathroom door.

A foot away from her, then, and with one lusty inhale she stepped forward and lunged the gun at the intruder. The glass of the door mirrored her lost face. She dropped her arms to her side, the gun in her trembling left hand, and in her reflection, a woman’s face appeared- one with an angular jaw that dropped open more than physically possible as the woman shrieked. Vivienne opened the door and jumped in before turning to check that the woman was not really there.

And she wasn’t.

Inside the room, Vivienne was alone. But in this house? There was someone there. She knew it was true because when she thought it, her body prickled in goosebumps and her feet ached to run.

Calm down, she thought. All you have to do is get out. Worry about the rest later. Like how they got in, and what they want from you, and how to shoot a fucking rifle when you’ve never even been able to cut vegetables correctly.

Her lungs felt murky and her throat was tightening- a combination panic-asthma attack. She opened the cabinet drawer quietly and took two puffs from her inhaler before closing her eyes and thinking of her mother.

Helena.

Her long dark hair and darker eyes. The black silk robe she lounged in and the ruby ring on her index finger- the same ring that was on Vivienne’s finger now.

Mom, keep me safe the way you wish you’d kept yourself safe. Get me out of here alive.

Her eyes drifted up to the mirror, hoping that the face she’d seen before wouldn’t appear. All that was reflected was her own- her olive skin dull from not sleeping in days and her amber eyes the same color as her fathers- eyes she wished she could take out of her head and replace with something kind. She neared the window to her left and lifted the blind, looking outside toward the car.

There was only her green El Camino in the driveway. Whoever this was, they didn’t park where she could see it.

A door shut downstairs, the sound like a bomb in enemy territory. She got on the ground and put her head close to the floor, her straight brown hair pooling over the white tile. It was hard to make out any sound outside of her own heart pumping in her ears. She shut her eyes and tried to focus.

There were boots that clomped right then and it sounded directly below her. Instinctively, she pulled away from the floor and then pushed herself to listen for more. The other sounds were indiscriminate but now reality had made itself known.

There was a stranger in her house.

Each room she travelled through was empty and she kept the lights off. She held the gun tight in her clammy grip and she tried desperately to avoid bumping into anything.

Sometimes, she thought she might be driving herself crazy. The past lived in her like a friend of the devil and it gripped her when she least expected it. Was this in her mind?

No. No, I heard the steps.

She was in the living room then, the stained glass lamp clearly outlined by the moon outside. She took the route to the front door that avoided the room she’d heard the boots in before. She was being smart.

Vivienne stood next to the front door and reached her hand out. It hung open, the window smashed and the chain dangling. She imagined an older, silver-haired man punching through the glass to reach the doorknob and break in.

Her heartbeat was surround sound, now. She snuck outside and began to run.

Helena, please stop, she remembered her father saying. Just let me in. You’re being crazy.

Vivienne stood at the end of the driveway, looking down the dark street. Her only light was the half-moon in the sky. She looked back at the house her mother grew up in and felt a flood of anger go through her.

Men who think they can hurt people and ruin their lives- they were everywhere. Even in the places you least expected.

She forced herself to run even though she wanted to go back inside. Survival was all that mattered. But then, a hand wrapped around her arm. There was a split second when she was running and the solid hand was pulling her back, and then her shoulder dislocated. She turned the gun toward him but she could only use one hand, so she fumbled. And then, when another man appeared and ripped the gun away from her, she screamed.

The first few seconds of her scream were spent crumbled on the ground, her dislocated arm still being gripped in the air by this stranger. Her tears mocked her, and she swore at him- at both of them- but the one she could see kept his grey eyes cast to the clear night sky.

At eye level, though, behind the thin fabric of black slacks, was his junk. She made a fist and punched. He jerked back and then kneed her face, and her left hand connected to her good arm grasped at the air below him for his shoe. When her fingers were curved around the heel, firm and wet with mud, she pulled as hard as she could.

He let her arm fall, and two hands grabbed under armpits. She was dragged backwards, toward the wood.

“Taste her blood,” the man she could see said.

She screamed and tried to crawl but her hands scrapped against the pavement uselessly, her body being maneuvered by this puppet master behind her. And then there was rope that wrapped around her arms, sticking them to her sides.

This is how I die.

When the man she couldn’t see stepped into her eye line, in his hand was a sickle sword. It curved like a hook the size of her head and the moonlight caught on it, a dazzling shine on an object she imagined would soon be slick with her own blood. His face gleamed with sweat and his mouth was pulled into an open frown.

“Taste this blood, demoness,” he shouted. “Feel the life of your sister as it leaves her.”

Helena.

The weapon came down from the sky and into her chest. He dragged the sharp end across in a diagonal rip. The pain was immeasurable and when she looked down to see the flesh raked open, the muscle was pulled up over skin like pie crust.

He pulled the sickle out of her and stared at it. Vivienne cried into the ground beside her, looking away from him and her bleeding chest. Rage filled her but she was too weak to do anything. Distress hit her like a fucking brick. Was this what her mother felt that secret night of her murder?

The one staring at the sky clambered toward her drunkenly. He wiped tears from his cheeks and fell on his knees beside her. Behind him, the man with the scythe stood with his eyes on her, the blade dripping with her red.

“Andrea,” he said, with globs of small drool filling his mouth, spat out from the corners onto Vivienne’s body. “Can you hear me?”

“I’m Vivienne. Please don’t hurt me. I don’t have any sisters and I’ve never met an Andrea in my life.”

When he looked at her, then, it was like she had pulled him away from a dire conversation. He scowled and then looked above her again, like he was seeing into another dimension.

“This is what you’ve done to me. This is what you’ve done.”

From his sweater pocket, he removed a large pocket knife.

“No, please no,” Vivienne said.

He raised it over her head and inhaled deeply, his stomach puffing out with air.

Helena, she pleaded. Helena please guide me before I die. Save me.

Upon the knife reaching past her heart and being twisted by the hand of a clearly broken man, Vivienne died at the hands of two hunters.

Her time of death was 2:58am on October 3rd, 1975.

#writing #witchcraft #thriller #first chapter #original story #suspense #ehlers danlos #representation #spoonies

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How to mentally keep baneful spirits out - no tools required AKA How Not To Give A F*** About the Uninvited

You can find so much info on here and throughout the web about negative entities and protecting yourself from them. Just as there is so much info, there are all of these different perspectives on how our energies associate with them. In this post I hope to cover a lot of different perspectives, as well as some creative methods for dealing with baneful spirits and your own defense magic tool set.

Introduction

A lot of mythical creatures are based in energetic truth- the vampire is aligned with the energy vampire, the evil and feared witch (like in the Witch movie) is aligned with the early-Christian understanding of the Wise People. The word Witch came from Wic, which means ‘Wisdom’ in Germanic languages. Think of anything given malevolent or benevolent power in the media, and you can likely tie it to misconceptions about the witchcraft and pagan community.

In Shonda Rhimes’ “Grey’s Anatomy” there is an episode where Dr. Miranda Bailey talks about how her OCD creates negative, scary fears within the mind that feel so real that they become real, but she also says that if her mind can think up and believe in these terrible, scary things, she can also think up positive things that make her feel better about those fears- things that help create a buffer, to save her from being so afraid. I’m completely blanking on which episode this was, if you know please let me know and I’ll add it in. By bringing this up, I want to point to something that inspired me to write this post: that elasticity of our perception and of the power we hold within ourselves being dependent on our awareness of our power.

All of this to say that this is not a post created for someone experiencing demonic intrusion. I may or may not have experienced this kind of interaction and if I have, I was simply saved by calling on Jesus (holy freaking heck did not expect the Christian god to help me out but he did) and asking that he save my soul from the attack. If you are under demonic attack or believe that you are, please consult a shaman or a witch who knows how to deal with demonic power. My understanding of demons is that they were the very first spirits here, and so they are the oldest of the old and have a lot of power. That’s not to say your power stands no chance against them, but if you feel overwhelmed by the spirits you’re facing, a lot of the times it is helpful not just for our spiritual protection but also for our perception of how safe we are to call on someone outside of us for help- whether that be a deity or other type of spirit we revere as having badass protective strength or another human we believe can help protect us/banish whatever’s in your sphere.

Perception and Reality

What we believe is what we see. Another way to phrase this is, ‘Where the mind goes, your energy flows”, a very famous phrase within the spiritual community (I believe it has Buddhist origins but not sure of who said it first). This is why a lot of witches are recommended to meet with a therapist or psychologist regularly to ensure our mental health is strong. A lot of people within our community believe that mental health creates spiritual gaps wherein baneful spirits can creep in and target us, but others believe that the cause of mental problems is our spiritual health itself. I’m in the camp of believing mental health is important no matter how you see the correlation- taking care of your brain is just as important as keeping up with the rest of your practice. 

Another aspect of protection and magic is not just ‘what we see’ but how. To bring in a little cognitive function theory, someone with extroverted intuition (or Ne) would likely see a situation and the world from twenty or more different lenses. This is like viewing the world through a multi-faceted crystal and being able to look at all these different crystal-edges and see a different distortion. And that’s really what our view is mostly, because it is nearly impossible to go around living your life and be able to see everything EXACTLY as it is. It’s just not reasonable to think you’re going to be able to have a clear lens every time. If you do and if you’ve developed that, please share how you did and help me figure that out haha, but until then I’m going to work with my understanding that our perception is going to have some type of illusion to it.

And here comes what this post has been leading to- the thing I’m excited about. The Imagining, and the power in that imagining. This is mental craft.

The You-Shaped Perception

In focus meditation you’re told that attention to the breath or to one sensation is important, because you’re narrowing your cannon-sized attention to the size of a pinhole. In much the same way, mental magic is about not just changing your lens, but also how you use that lens.

You       can.         do.            Anything.

It’s true. I mean, within physical means, right? You’re only going to fly if you know how to build mechanical wings, so this isn’t some offhanded promise meant halfheartedly. Nope, I mean this with all of me.

The mind is our friend and our enemy. I’m not even a big fan of meditation and yet I know that. It’s that changeable lens we see things through and how we think of them.

Our mind, my friend, is our power.

In speaking of the mind, I am not just thinking about your brain matter, or your reason, or whatever. I’m talking intention (leading to manifestation) and conscious attention to changing our thoughts.

Think something long enough and you start to believe it. Don’t like your thoughts, or how you feel? What thought or visualization would help you feel better?

There are rabbit holes we fall into where we either can’t control our thoughts and feelings due to mental illness and other times when we just don’t want to control them. Sometimes it feels good to be swept away by our own ocean of emotion and madness. It’s part of being human. The former situation (with the rabbit holes) is likely to be helped by a mental health professional and possibly some anti-depressants. The latter can  a p p a r e n t l y  be helped by meditation. 

(Also, did you know that meditation helps grow the gray matter in your brain? Sitting down and just watching your thoughts pass like clouds, allowing your body to rest, opens you up to expanded compassion, self awareness, contemplation, and helps your memory. If anyone is interested in practicing this, I’m going to be working through this free online MBSR/Mindfulness course in the hopes of helping my depression and my powers of intention- it looks like a great resource especially during this time of political and global tension. I believe our souls are deeply connected to one another and also to the overall soul of the world. Everything that happens in it is something we collectively experience and all of the stress along with this social isolation that the majority of us are experiencing is incredibly traumatizing. I highly recommend checking this out and seeing how it affects you over a few weeks’ time: https://palousemindfulness.com/ )

The point I’m trying to make here is that 98 times out of 100 times, YOU control your perception. And that’s a very empowering and creative thing. Especially when you identify as a witch 😄

gif of Joaquin Phoenix as the joker with a smiling mask on, then pulling up the mask and grinning.

DAMN TABITHA JUST GET TO THE POINT ALREADY

Okay okay. Here’s my point.

You can use creativity in your craft. You know this already. But you don’t need a book of spells (they’re fun to read though) and you don’t need the latest books on psychic magic. You can seriously just use your magical brain.

Intention is everything. Your natural intuitive powers are where your strength lies- I’d say it’s the key to unlocking whatever the heck you want in life. 

Look at your life like it is a children’s story book or movie, alright? It sounds stupid but please stay with me if you made it this far, because I think this is where it gets good. You know how the main character faced this seemingly impossible task or challenge, and they didn’t know how they’d do it but they did it anyway? Things just worked out for them, either because they did some work to help meet their goal and they fought to believe in themselves, or because the writer(s) wanted to throw them some tools that would help them easily get their goal.

You’re the main character and you’re the author of your story. And not only are you the author, but you’ve got all these spirits helping you co-author what unfolds in your life. So it doesn’t matter if there’s a damn fire-breathing knife-throwing monster standing on top of you while you sleep because in your witch brain, all you need to do is say “I am stronger than you will ever be. I am the apex predator” and watch that nasty bugger fucking deflate.

What is the most empowering thing is realizing that you are worth fearing, yourself.

Now this isn’t an excuse to take on a bad-bitch persona and mess your life up. Don’t go around hexing people willy nilly, please. Don’t think you can conjure a demon and be able to control it.

Just know that you can control yourself and the space you’re in. Cause you a badass, bitch.

An actual example from my real life

I have a little known disorder called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Essentially it’s scary AF because I have dislocations on the daily and they’re painful and honestly, it’s the bane of my existence. 

That’s not even exaggerating haha.

So along with it comes a lot of second guessing self worth, because of how it’s perceived and how I’m perceived because I’m a lady with EDS. The questions I’ve fielded, the conversations I’ve had, the experiences I’ve had to deal with as a result of it are utterly ridiculous (sometimes, downright despicable). 

One day I was talking to my therapist about self-perception and not feeling strong enough to face life with my handicap, and she asked me to point out the strengths it’s encouraged in me. I was able to point to a few things and while I did, I could see Brigid beside me and this oak shield forming around my body, and I imagined that every word I spoke, every good quality I have grown from having my disorder, made that shield stronger.

There are the times when I rabbit hole and I forget what that armor means and looks like. I forget that it’s there. But inevitably, something happens that would normally feel like it was undermining me and instead, I remember that oak shield and Brigid’s protective, loving energy, and I remember how expansive it feels to see myself as being worth this life and as having valuable traits to offer to the world. That’s when I see that shield again.

As you can see this isn’t only for spirits, but it applies even in those situations too. I’ll detail my channeling session that ended with calling on Jesus another time haha as this is getting quite long. To wrap this up:

TL;DR: “How not to give a f*** about unwanted spirits”

- Decide not to give a f***

- Decide what you will give a f*** about

- Find a couple practices for protection that you like and stick with them

- Know what clairs you have that are strongest (and if none feel that strong right now, that’s perfectly normal. Don’t put pressure on yourself, just enjoy exploring how your intuition works and pay attention without obsessing (or try not to obsess anyways). You have time to experiment with intuition, I’ll try to find some good sources for this and write something for those of you frustrated with figuring out where your skills lie or how to use them.

- Know that they’re working, that you’re a freaking badass witch, and that nothing can come into your space without earning your wrath (which can just be a GTFO and a call on your fave deity if you like)

A lot of the time, spirits who show up don’t actually have any dominion to stay. You have the power. You own the space, you own YOUR space (the space of your body). So own that you own it and do it with certainty. Feel the POWAH haha.

Sources mentioned:

https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2011/01/eight-weeks-to-a-better-brain/

#witchblr #spiritblr #protection magic #magick #banishing #mental magick #manifestation #intuition #imagination #intention work #visualization

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Check out these decks to choose from if you’d like a reading from me

My Decks for Readings

Hello everyone! My name is Tabitha and I really connect with cards. There’s something comforting about shuffling and trusting that the answer will come in the form we need it most. Below is a list of the decks I have open for readings. My soul called for each of them at different times and I understand the pull to a certain deck and I’m here to support that in my readings 😊

Tarot decks:

The Rider-Waite Tarot

The Nicoletta Ceccoli Tarot

The Everyday Witch Tarot

Tarot of the Sidhe (borders trimmed)

The Animal Wisdom Tarot

The Tarot of the Vampyres

Oracle decks:

The Legendary Ladies Goddess Deck

A Yogic Path Oracle

The Wild Unknown Animal Spirit Oracle (The mass produced version)

Island Time Wellness: Love Oracle Cards 

Some cards in this pinpoint if/when a romance is with a narcissist and if there’s codependency involved in a relationship at all. The deck is mainly for romance and as a single person I’ve used it to help decide if I’m ready to date again and where I stand with a prospective partner. 

The Starseed Oracle

This one’s not solely for Starseeds, it has some really reaffirming affirmations at the bottom of each card that help even those who don’t align with this terminology.

Work Your Light Oracle

 This one also has reaffirming affirmations at the bottom of each card.

Dark Mirror Oracle

The Celtic Tree Oracle (Oghams)

Tao Oracle

The Blind Spot Oracle 

      This is a great tool for identifying blocks and shadow issues.

Spirit de la Lune

       This is a moon based oracle that’s great for telling what to do next and what we should be focusing on. Very gentle but direct.

#chooseyourdeck #deity readings #witchblr #spiritblr #soulread

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How INFP solitary witches celebrate Halloween

Plan: This year I’m gonna go all out. I’m decking the halls with skeletons and brewing my own funky potion in a pan on the stove. The hearth is the home of my cauldron. I’m gluing a kernel of corn to my nose where all my wisdom will come from. I’m going to go outside naked and dance with a small bonfire and I’ll get all the dogs in the neighborhood to bark at the moon queen. Hekate will knock down my door and we will raise spirits from the dead. Everyone who has been wronged will get their revenge. And there will be Reese’s. Lots of Reeses. 

What I (we?) actually do…Make frosting, eat it with a spoon, and watch The Conjuring. Also possibly a spell of some type that involves me and a pen. No skinclad dancing unfortunately unless I wanted to actually freeze my nipples off. I think Halloween would be so much more fun if I lived in Australia. There will be some laughter. There may be some trick or treaters. But always there is that witchy, mysterious feeling that comes when the veil is v e r y thin and there are spirits about. And we, the sloth witches, know there is magic in the air.

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A pagan prayer for those who are feeling haunted

This is one of my favorite times of year. Watercolor leaves crunch under my feet and somehow the air SMELLS cold. Food tastes warmer. The world around me is infused with energy like the Death card, a shedding of old to a barren winter to soon be reborn again. And these cycles we live through each year happen in our own lives too, but the winters can feel long. The dead things that we wish would leave us alone feel like they cling onto us sometimes, leeching off of our life force. And so this is a prayer for anyone who is going through a winter alongside me. If you are shedding something that just won’t let you go, if you are trying to bury a heart in the earth and it keeps showing up again on your bedside table, if the plants in your bedroom are all wilting in spite of your care for them because you yourself are depleted, this prayer is for you and me.

Mother of earth and father of sea

The spirits of all the things in between

Spirit of heart and spirit of soul

The ones in our doorways

The ones in our folds

I ask you to be here inside of my room

Gather together, there’s plenty of room

The fire of heat and the air of etheric

Water of love and earth, home of our weaving

Water flow through me and clean out the gunk

Rush through the blocks and the broke-in-two junk

Rush through my body and push it all out

Down in the earth, spit from my mouth

Air please come in, please pass by my tongue

Through every valley and mountain inbound

The wind with it’s playful chimes and it’s muse

That dances and rhymes, sing out my wounds

Fire unbind me and enter my chest

My lonely, my unloved, forgotten heart-vest

Fill up my cracks with light and inspire me

I trust my stomping feet to lead where I’m meant to be.

Earth rise up through the soles of my feet,

May a vine crawl up my limbs and make me a beast,

I become big and green as a giant

Strong in my footing, I let out a shout of sighing

HAAAA I push out the troubles that bind me

HOOOOO I release the ties that confine me

HEEEEE I claim my life as my own canvas to draw on

OHHHHHH I am stronger and brighter, connection

Mother of earth and father of sea,

Land that I walk on

Air that I breathe

Fire that feeds me and water that quenches

I pray for your energy to ground me and center

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The photo in the background of this page

The photograph of the beautiful lion came from Free-Photos here https://pixabay.com/photos/lion-animal-african-mammal-1246678/

The corgis playing with a pumpkin came from ElfinFox here https://pixabay.com/photos/welsh-corgi-pembroke-corgi-dog-4237630/

I think it’s important to cite sources for the work and knowledge of other people and will always do that in this blog and outside of it.

#justgettingstarted #newblog

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something to smile to.

You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

From: Careless Love (International Version) by Bob Dylan, Madeleine Peyroux

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La la land 💫

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I’M LAUGHING SO HARD

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http://iglovequotes.net/

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People You No Longer Recognize

There in the dark we were devoured

Sliding fast past slimmery teeth

In the pain there was freedom

And together we degraded

Slowly, forgotten, deceived

Somehow we burrowed up out of the ground

New scars burning our flesh

In the yard we stood shaking

Turned, twisted, confused

What to do when you’re already dead?

Sometimes I wonder if the maggots we breathed

miss us the way we do them

#living dead #sad #happy holidays #mental health awareness #the bell jar

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So the question he asks is this “have you ever fucked a girl?” and the moment between him asking that and you answering was filled with every single inappropriate thing ever said towards you every single time someone asked about a threesome every single joke at a bi girls expense and you think about how no one ever asks if you’ve ever fallen in love with a girl no one ever asks about how your heart leaps when she smiles at you no one ever asks you to explain the feeling you get in your chest when you see her, like the whole world is gold. so he says this “have you ever fucked a girl?” you don’t say anything back.

this is never about anything else with him and it breaks your heart that he sees it that way– lily rain (via wont-time-love-us)

#lgbt #relationships #priorities #humanness