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Some person in a plague mask handed me this… very professional business card. Idk guys think this is legit?

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Reckless and relentless

#Wretched #Craven #Witch #Which #Witxh #Xitch #Altar #Alcohol #Witchesbrew #Bar

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“I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek

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I read "MOAR BLEED"

then I realized that's too many letters

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I might have had something of a minor breakthrough.

I don't know if you necessarily understand all of the theory I'm working with here or the personal background I'm drawing off so I'll be as plain as I can. If I can, while still being concise)

Okay. 1st step multiverse theory, not so much sciencey "many worlds" (every choice creates a branch) but more theological/arcane/uh..High-path /ritual/theory -especially- making use of the retrocasting problem I've been working on. Like. "<I had once will have created>" a separate time-line (or maybe I planned the whole thing Idk) but in this timeline some arbitrary change was made to put me on the low-path here in this reality you and I currently occupy.

Step 2. Blending

The base reality I used to know definitely included marrying my hssw and siring some kids and a president Hilary Clinton nuclear winter. I don't remember a heck of a lot more than that. My son was a brat and my little daughter was worse. They were beautiful and I miss them.

So if that's the cake, how do I eat it and live?. If reality was altered in some forgotten future, that leads me to

part 3: Why the fuck.

I think, or I have become to believe, that I the things I'm supposed to learn in this reality ammount to some form of wisdom or discretion, and I have to wonder why that's the highest good I can attain when buddah and Jesus already mastered their respective crafts.

And finally, part 4: schism, destitution.

Does persuing the retrocasting problem lead to schizophrenia, or am I fated to live and die an empty life in persuit of some higher ideals that don't actually exist. Do we exist in a temporary universe, the creation of which, I am the catalyst? Or, and far more likely, am I reaching at straws to help me cope with the vaguest outlines of memories that never happened anywhere.

Part 5 will be titled profit, and I probably won't publish that until after I have had stepped away from my death bed.

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Hot take

Stage magic is still Magick

The school of illusion is a absolutely a valid school; with specialized ritual (tools), ceremonial garb, an abundance of grimoire, and the undeniable presence of focused intent.

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Joan, if you're still around.

I didn't cast the love spell, someone cast it on me.

wait now I’m curious who’d you cast a love spell on?

I don’t do that shit.

love is built, magic is forced. They’re diametrically opposed on a cosmic scale.

Someone’s got it out for me and I’m just sitting here building my bouquet, practicing my chords, memorizing the lines on their face and waiting for them to confess their sins against God.

Hell. I’ve got a ring waiting and a tongue aching to meet theirs, but I’ve learned better than to give in to bullshit spell craft lust. They want love? I’ll give them all the Love they can handle, and then some. But they have to break their own curse first.

#Yearslater

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What is this?

Alas, it was not the dog’s car. Source of fear: the fact that you have every ability to turn off anon and I might accidentally give away my identity. How have you been, lately? I’ve been feeling unusually lonely, so it’s nice to be able to talk to you, even just like this. Good morning, by the way. I hope you have w blessed one -Joan ❤️

That’s so many things, there is only one thing to do, make an organized bullet list!

Too bad. That would been sick

I don’t know how to do that

I already know who you are

I feel like 10 pounds of hammered shit in a one pound bag

If you insist on anon over dm, ask me stuff @spiffytrinketsofficialgrimoire

I don’t like too many asks on my page all at once, it ruins my shit bag aesthetic

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Broomstick, cauldron, mirror, stone

Tallied rune and ruined tome

Chalk and smoke and cord and seed

Wind and sand and vine and mead

Silken veil, steel plate

Pointed hat or plunging cape

Mushroom caps for mystic vision

Talismans with spirits in them

Amulets and tonic phials

Desecrated graveyard styles

Rediscovered ancient sigil

Candles for an all-night vigil

Lace for binding, bones for blood

Stolen foreign flower bud

Lyre, liar, lion, line

Synthetic crypto diamond mine

Ritual, habitual, vestigial, peripheral

Corporeal, Material, Astral, ethereal,

Petition, blessing, hexed, or charmed

Ants, alpacas, humans, farmed

Exorcism, poison, pox

Mathematic puzzle box

Some will gamble with a gun

But spells that call for swords are fun

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I let my little sister be my stylist

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Real life mystery: I spent almost every waking moment doing drugs this weekend and now on monday I feel tired and kind've icky

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İ think boys should wear more earrings but not just tiny hoops, İ'm talking rich telenovela grandmother jewels