#--just a name into the word for ancestral stars

[bonefall]

Thunder and Clear Sky are fighting and oh no! Clear Sky seems to be winning? But what’s this?? IT’S SLASH WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!

Funny enough I WAS actually planning a moment like that with the Wind Coalition. I might shuffle it now...

It was going to be one of the first times Bumble really showcases how good her ability to translate is. Thunder Storm was trying to painfully negotiate with Shadow's Group, or gets in some scuffle with Sky's Clan again (was still working out the details) and JUST as it seemed lost, Bumble shouted "HELP! MURDER!" in Parkmew, causing a cluster of WindCo cats to burst to the rescue

But maybe instead I can shuffle it so that there's a moment towards the very, very end of the diplomacy section where Clear Sky brings his WHOLE forces to destroy the tiny Clan, and THAT is when Thunder and Slash realize they've been pitted against each other.

Hmm... maybe I should back up and cause some sections in that diplomacy arc where Tall Shadow and The Wind Runner offer what Thunder needs in their talks, in exchange for being mercenaries against Slash's cats. Thunder accepts several times, since he was in Clear Sky's group where he "saw that it's true, theyre violent and aggressive..."

Show how it can benefit him to accept what the other groups believe about Slash and his cats, but also REJECT it by showing that in the end, it oppresses BOTH Thunder and Slash to be fighting each other and Thunder was completely wrong to accept their words at face value.

Thunder Storm isn't immune to being an enforcer of the systems he created a Clan to reject.

I think it would also be really good form to change Slash's name a little, because he's SO BAD in the original text, just to differentiate what I'm doing with him.

Hmm... since none of the other groups seem to have a Leader Power yet since they're so new, maybe SLASH and his group is the one with a little bit of magic? I could have Slash be able to die a couple of times.

I could have the white marks on his legs spread up every time he takes damage. Instead of straightforward "lives," however bad it was determines how vertical the slash is. So a REALLY bad death stands straight up, while every drain from weakness or starvation just loops around the leg.

Kinda like one of those heartbeat monitors.

Maybe the other groups call him Slash because of that, but it's not his real name...

#better bones au #BB!DOTC #BB!Slash #Maybe his name in his language is Shai. The word that becomes the -Star suffix #Thunder Storm takes it in his honor after the First Battle maybe and cultural memory over time turns it from-- #--just a name into the word for ancestral stars #There is a star-based worship from the Mountain Cats #And the concept of patrons #But maybe BB!Slash becomes Silverpelt itself #Fitting since the forebears of the wind runner and King Arc are lost forever and even King Arc is mostly remembered through a single phrase #Meanwhile this one becomes that which holds them together

[intuitive-revelations]

Random headcanon I came up with early this morning, because I’ve been thinking about Gallifreyan language recently:

The reason why so many Time Lord things are decorated with circular Gallifreyan, often too impractically to actually be read (eg. on the Moment), is because it’s a cultural touchstone that remains from pre-/early-Pythian Gallifrey’s use of magical runes and sigils.

Presumably it was more typically Old High Gallifreyan used in that time (though The Timeless Children does seemingly confirm circular Gallifreyan existed at least as far back as Rassilon's time, if not earlier), however. Twelve describes it as ‘the language of the Pythia’ in The Lost Magic, and as Eleven says in The Time of Angels:

ELEVEN: There were days, there were many days, these words could burn stars and raise up empires, and topple gods.

This is obviously very reminescent of the Carrionites' (themselves from the Dark Times too) "word-based science" from The Shakespeare Code:

MARTHA: What did you do? TEN: I named her. The power of a name. That's old magic. MARTHA: But there's no such thing as magic. TEN: Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead.

In other words, while they probably weren't actually intended as such and may have their own specific meaning, whether they be poetry, namesakes, histories, instructions, whatever... these are basically protective wards:

[ID: Five screenshots of Circular Gallifreyan in New Who.

1. Rassilon's Inner High Council meeting in The End of Time Part 2. The table and headrests are inscribed with circular Gallifreyan.

2. The Moment in Day of the Doctor. Gallifreyan writing bends round the edges of the wooden frame.

3. The 'whirligig' rotar in Eleven's second TARDIS, inscribed with individual Gallifreyan symbols.

4. Set photo of the glowing Gallifreyan writing on the steps of Thirteen's TARDIS.

5. Tecteun's laboratory in The Timeless Children. Circular Gallifreyan lines the light above her, and a door in the background.]

As a side note - if they actually are kind-of intended as a form of protection, perhaps this is why we were only introduced to Circular Gallifreyan in New Who, despite it seemingly existing through Gallifreyan history. Because it was retroactively inserted into Gallifreyan culture as a form of defense during the War in Heaven / Last Great Time War?

Regardless, this also opens up questions how many other Time Lord traditions are holdovers from the Dark Times.

For example, who's to say that the renegade naming tradition didn't begin as a form of protection from hexes - either from hostile forces in the pre-anchoring universe, or from oppressive magic-users back on the homeworld? This may also be connected to the change in Gallifreyan name format before and after the Intuitive Revelation (eg. ancestral -sti and -sor names), though shifting power structures, gender roles etc. presumably played a role too.

Heck, is this one reason why Gallifrey's own name has changed over its history? From Jewel to Gallifrey in Rassilon's time to try and protect it from vengeful Pythian curses. From Gallifrey to just 'the Homeworld' in the War to protect it from new rituals of alternative histories and paradox?

#Doctor Who #Gallifrey #Gallifreyan #Circular Gallifreyan #The Pythia #DW Theory #DW Meta #Doctor Who EU

[tarotwithavi]

How your existence makes this world a better place ♡

Piles: 1~2~3

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Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Kindly ask your spirit guides to show you the right pile for yourself and then open your eyes. Whichever pile catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

Pile 1 you see the hope in hopeless people and situations and that's an awesome thing. You know when to let go of someone and when to fight for them. Though you are very compassionate you will never let people take advantage of you. And the way you are with kids is just freaking awesome. Most of you may think that kids don't love you or kids get scared of you but trust me the kids who are even a little bit close to you see you as their role model. They want to be like you when they grow up and you might notice some kids or even people copying your style or the way you act. Pile 1 you have achieved a lot but you have never let that success get to you. You have stayed humble even when most would swell up with ego. You know how to handle situations. The message I am specifically picking up on is from your parents, they might not show it but they are really grateful to have a child like you. Your ancestors are proud of you for being strong enough to stop the toxic cycle going on in your bloodline. That ancestral healing needs some guts of steel my pile 1. You don't recognise how special you are and how humble you are. It's okay to be proud of yourself , you may think that I am exaggerating but trust me if I could I would give you all my stationary (coming from a Virgo rising to show how genuine I am) . Those who get you , get you ; those who don't, don't and they don't need to.

Pile 2

Pile 2 you don't realize how extremely gorgeous you are. Your beauty makes this world a better place. You're so beautiful spiritually, mentally, physically and emotionally. You're not afraid to give your all to the people you love. you show love by buying things for your loved ones don't ya. I love how you don't need people to validate your beauty. Honestly pile 2 you're so beautiful it's like the moon and stars came together to form an existence as beautiful as you. Let me describe how you feel to people; you feel like the smell of soil after it rains, you feel like winter sunlight, you feel like the favorite song you keep repeating just because it's so good. You're the hope for people who feel left out in the cold. I don't know if you're doing nursing or not but you definitely give off a caring and nurturing vibe. You celebrate your success with people but bear loss alone. You're there for them in their best times as well as worst. You love so much unconditionally. You don't see the difference in people. You always try to find the best in people. You're so lovely pile 2 OMG. I feel like you guys would be the best healers. You're always ready to help others. The word to describe you would be LOVE. You have so much love to give. You don't hold hate in your body. It's like no matter what happens you'll run out of love and love is the highest frequency and emotional.

Pile 3

Your knowledge, your wisdom about life makes this world a better place. It's like you're not afraid to leave your empire behind to build a new one from nothing because you have got the confidence. You know what you're capable of and you know your worth. You won't settle for less and there is something about being a higher achiever. I am hearing "Higher achiever don't you see baby nothing come for free" I forgot the name of the song. You're here to make a change for the better. You are here to change the old customs of your family. You're a pro at leaving old things behind. You don't get attracted to people and things easily and that helps you a lot. Some of you may feel like you're a sociopath at how fast you move on from people, trust me pile 3 that's a blessing. The faster you move on the better it is for you. You won't let people hold you back from getting what you desire for. Nothing can come between you and your goal. You are a role model to a lot of people, especially your friends. You inspire them to fight for their goals. You have lost a lot of things to achieve your goals, but in the end it's all worth it for you. If you don't have a goal then that's alright, if you feel happy and content you don't have to have a goal. The journey is more important than the destination.

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[lailoken]

"The Swedish language contains many words specific to the practice of folk magic, for which there are no precise English equivalents. These terms can be literally rendered into conventional English, but a great deal of the cultural basis of the tradition is lost by doing so. Just as African American hoodoo practitioners speak in their own culturally-mediated dialect when they use words like fixed, dressed, goofered, jinxed, and tricked, so do Swedish trolldom practitioners have a culture-specific context for words like förgjord, tyda, gnidträd, tomte, and makt. Because literal translations do not convey these magical meanings, Swedish words are retained throughout this book, resulting in an intentionally "Swede-lish" text similar to the spoken English of old-time Swedish-Americans.

• Älvaeld (elf-fire): Skin diseases and rashes said to be caused by älvor burning a person. See also Älvablåst.

• Älvablåst (wind from the elves): Skin rashes and diseases said to be caused by älvor blowing on a person. See also Älvaeld.

• Älvakvarn, älvkvarnar (elven quern, elven mills): Huge blocks of stone into which small pits have been carved. These have been in use as sacrificial spots from the Stone Age up until modern days. The most common sacrifice is a doll. The small pits are usually anointed with butter before anything is placed in them. In Sweden prior to the mid-1800s it was recorded that when times were hard and the crops failed people used to have sex on these stones and leave the semen in the pits as a sacrifice.

• Alver, alv, älvor (elf): A spiritual ancestor; also a species of small nature spirit almost identical to the fairies of the British Isles, if those were also considered to be ancestral spirits. Alver make their homes in ancient Scandinavian burial mounds. The smallest of them are amused by playing with young children and are reputed to suck their blood.

• Ångerstål (steel of regret): A murder weapon or a sharp metal tool that has accidentally broken. It is generally used to make magical tools but also occurs in spells for protection.

• Aning (hunches, suspicions): Vague feelings of spiritual distress, often associated with worry or nervousness. A tyda of the inner senses.

• Återställa (recovering, restoring): Bringing an item that has been förgjord (destroyed) back to normal. See also Bota.

• Besvärja (to speak about something): The recitation of troll formulas, also the process of conjuring spirits.

• Besvärjelseformen, maning (the incantation formula; exhortation, command, conjuration): An adjuration at the end of a troll formula.

• Bjära, bese (carrier spirit): A spirit in the form of a ball or a doll.

• Bot, bota (cure, healing or curing): The process of restoring something that has been förgjord (destroyed). See also Återställa.

• Brännvin (burnt wine): Clear, strong grain or potato vodka; it is used as a scrying medium in some forms of spådom.

• Cyprianus (Saint Cyprian book): See Svartkonstbok.

• Djävulen (the Devil): Other names for him are Den Onde, Fan, Pocker, Skam, Hin Håle, Gamle Erik, and Hornpelle.

• Döva (to deafen, to make still): A method used to render weapons harmless, to quell love, to make something numb and still.

• Drömsyner (dream visions): Dreaming true does not only refer to sleeping visions; in trolldom, daydreams or vakendrömmar (waking dreams) are also considered to be tydor of the inner senses.

• Dyfvelsträck (devil's dung): Ferula asafoetida; devil's dung is a common English name given to this foul-smelling plant.

• Fassna (stuck): A condition in which something is magically fastened to a person; usually considered a harmful situation.

• Fegljus (death light): A very small light appearing close to a person who is about to die. A tyda of the inner senses.

• Femudd, femhörning (pentagram star drawn in one stroke): A sign of protection used to bind spirits; symbol of the Virgin Mary.

• Flygrönn (flying rowan): A rowan tree that has grown in another tree and never touched ground.

• Förgjord (un-made, destroyed): Unable to function; bewitched; rendered useless due to curses, hostile trolldom, the evil eye, or spiritual attack. Restoration is via Återställa or Bota. See also Skämma.

• Förtrollad (enchanted, en-trolled): Often used as a synonym to Förgjord (destroyed), it can also mean enchanted in general.

• Fylgia (monitors): Personal guardian spirits. See also Vard.

• Gand (airborne spell): A spell cast into air and sent a great distance.

• Gast (ghost): A visible spirit of the dead; it may occur as a prefix in the names of negative conditions like gastkramad (squeezed by a ghost).

• Gnideld (rubbing fire): See Vrideld.

• Gnidträd (rubbing tree): A tree with two branches or trunks that rub against one another. Such a tree makes a squeaking sound when the wind blows, and is therefore also known as a knarrträd (creaking tree).

• Göra före (to do before): To place something in another's future.

• Hambel, hamn (one's appearance): This refers to the physical appearance as a shroud around the spirit or vålne.

• Hård (hard): The result of a spell to make oneself invulnerable.

• Håg (hag): In English, a hag is a witch who rides people or animals at night, but in trolldom, the håg of a person consists of their desire and mind. To change someone's mind is called hågvända (turning the håg).

• Hågvända (turning the håg): See Håg.

• Ingivelse (spirit-sent impulse): An impulse to act that has been sent by a person's vard or fylgia (guardian spirits) or by other benevolent spirits. As tydor of the inner senses, ingivelser can occur suddenly, without conscious thought or action.

• Jätta (threaten) - Jätta för ont (threaten for evil): To threaten with a curse, which is regarded as a method of cursing a person in itself.

• Jordfast sten (earthbound rock): A rock too large to lift from the soil.

• Kasta ut (cast out): To remove evil by throwing it out, usually at a crossroads or cemetery. Other than speaking a troll formula, the work is silent, and it is not mentioned to others until one night's sleep has passed.

• Klok, kloke (clever): Wise and intelligent; in a magical context it also means well-versed in trolldom.

• Knarrträd, knarrtall, knarrgran (creaking tree, creaking pine, creaking fir): See Gnidträd.

• Kusad (quelled): This dialect term derives from a synonym for trolldom - kuschleri - and means quelled or quenched by trolldom.

• Likfassna (corpse stuck): A negative condition in which the spirit of a dead person is afflicting a living person. See also Likkrosa.

• Likkrosa (corpse crushed): The negative condition of being held down by a spirit of the dead. See also Likfassna.

• Lövjeri (leaf-craft): The use of herbs to cure and remove evil.

• Makt (power): Might, power, and force, in a magical sense.

• Maktstjäla (to steal power) - Maktstulen (robbed of power): The act of stealing another's magical power and the condition of one whose power has been stolen. See also Modstjäla.

• Maning (exhortation): See Besvärjelseformen.

• Mara (night-gaunt): A spirit who torments people at night or in their dreams. The same root appears as "mare" in the English word nightmare.

• Mäta, mätning (measure, measuring): A category of spells using measured strings and tied knots. Magical measuring can be traced back

• Modstjäla (to steal courage) - Modstulen (robbed of courage): Stealing one's courage is a sorcerous act. The term also describes one who suffers from depression or feels low in spirits. See also Maktstjäla.

• Motskott (countershot): A counter-remedy against trollskott.

• Näcken (Nix): A naked spiritual being who resides in streams, rivers, or lakes. He is a shape-shifter and he drowns people, but he also teaches magic and music. In Scandinavia there is only one Nix, who can appear in any body of water, but among the Germans and English, there are many nixes, and the females are called nixies.

• Namnlösa fingret (the nameless finger): The ring finger on the left hand; it is believed to have a direct link to the heart and therefore to a person's power, might, courage, and håg, which reside in the heart.

• Natur (nature): A person's sexuality and capability for procreation.

• Nedsätta (to reduce, to set down) - sätta ned (to put down): The magical destruction of a person's love life or chances to get married. The term may also refer to the destruction of other areas of a person's life.

• Nisse (brownie): See Tomte.

• Ofärdsspådom (oppressive divination): The act of predicting or foretelling harmful events in the future. See Spå.

• Offring (sacrifice, offering): To cure problems through sacrifice, to appease elves, or to offer a spirit something and get something in return.

• Rå, rådare (spiritual ruler): Spirits who act as caretakers and guardians. of a place. They are named after the locations where they reside, such as skogsrå (forest rå), sjörå (lake rå), havsrå (sea rå), bergrå (mountain rå) gruvrå (mining rå), skatters rå (treasure rå), vägrå (road rå), kyrkogårdsrå (cemetery rå), and kyrkrå (church rå). See also Tomte.

• Runa, runor, runkafle (rune, runes, a stick carved with runes): The letters of the Old Norse alphabet are called runes. The same word also refers to charms written in runes or other alphabetic or non-alphabetic characters. To rune can also mean to cast a spell. See also Trollformel.

• Sänningar (sendings): This refers to things by magic or cast upon someone from a distance.

• Sedel (ticket): A slip of paper used for written runes and talismans.

• Sejd, seiðr (sorcery): Used in the Nordic sagas to signify trolldom, this obsolete word has recently been revived by adherents of Asatru.

• Signeri (signs, symbols, marks): To read or speak troll formulas aloud or silently, or to sign or mark something with the cross. The latter may be done "in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost" or silently. See also Välsigna.

• Skämma (shame, taint), skämd (having been shamed): A magical method to render someone powerless and cursed. See also Förgjord.

• Skärsel (garden riddle, flour sifter): A divinatory method using a sieve, sifter, or riddle.

• Smörjning (anointing): The use of ointments to cure and remove evil.

• Solv (string heddle eyes of a loom): There is a very old belief that the world and all the events in it were created by weavers. Therefore, string healds or heddle eyes that are cut off the heddle frame of a loom are magically dangerous because they are outside the world of the weavers. It should be noted that to cut these from the loom can be regarded as a transgressive act.

• Söm (horseshoe nail): a square iron horseshoe nail.

• Sortebog (black arts book): See Svartkonstbok.

• Spå (to predict, to foretell), spådom (divination): The art of foretelling the future, also used as a general synonym for trolldom. The word spå survives in the Scottish term spaewife, meaning a fortune-telling woman. See also Ofärdsspådom and Tyda.

• Spiritus, spertus (spirit): A spirit, often kept in a box, bottle, or pouch.

• Ställa (to stall, to stand still): The method of making a thief or anyone else stand still and be unable to move from a location. It can also be used to stop game animals from moving, when hunting.

• Stämma (to staunch, to summon, to command): This word meansvto staunch, as in staunching blood, but also to summon people or animals to a place. In the old days, the stämning was announced in the powerful trinity of bedpost, threshold, and ting or court. When someone was stämd to the ting, the messenger first read the summons by the bedpost of the person being called, then a second time at his threshold, and finally at the ting.

• Skogsfru (female forest guardian spirit): Rådare means caretaker or guardian spirit. In the case of the forests, the guardians are usually described as female and may go by names such as the Skogsfru (Forest. Lady) or Skogsrå (Rå of the forest).

• Stöpa (steeping, melting, reshaping): The method of pouring melted lead, tin, wax, or a similar melted liquid into a container of water while holding the water over a person, to cure and remove evil. Stöpa is used for divinatory purposes as well, in which case the various forms and shapes made by the coagulated material are read as signs.

• Svartebog (black book): See Svartkonstbok.

• Svartkonstbok (black arts book): A grimoire or book of sorcery. Other names for this type of book are svartebog (black book), sortebog (black book in Danish), and Cyprianus (a book attributed to Saint Cyprian, the patron saint of occultists and necromancers).

• Svärdsbrev (sword-letter): A written talisman carried on the person for protection from harm. See also Trollbrev.

• Syn (vision), synsk (a visionary): A person who has the ability to see visions (syn) is said to be a synsk or visionary. The word synsk is synonymous with clairvoyant or second-sighted, but in casual conversation, the work synsk is often used to describe those with related abilities who would be known in English as clairsentient, clairaudient, claircognizant, or just plain psychic. An inherited ability, it is a tyda of the inner senses.

• Ting (legislative assembly, court): The word ting is used in this book to describe these assemblies as they were constituted in the old days in Sweden, before Christianity arrived, circa the 9th century. The tings were often held at crossroads or where three borders crossed.These meeting places were commonly the locations of old burial sites and grave mounds. The spirits of the ancestors took part in the procedures of the ting by determining the outcome of various ordeals set before two opponents in a court proceeding.

• Tomte, nisse, gårdsrå, bol-vatte (brownie, land-spirit, house-elf, house-wight): Tomte is the title for, or position given to, a spirit who takes care of a household. The tomte is responsible for the luck in the house and the work done around the home. Originally a spirit of the dead, in modern times the tomte has been popularized as a cute kind of nature spirit. Other names for this spirit are gårdsrå (rå of a farm), nisse (brownie), or bol-vätte (land-wight).

• Torvigg (the lightning bolt of Thor): This name refers to a flint axe of the kind that was made in the Stone Age and was used for cutting and hunting. In Swedish folklore it was said that these ancient axes appeared when lightning bolts from the Norse thunder god Thor struck the ground and that they were his weapons against evil. The torvigg is highly valued in trolldom. It is used to protect oneself from harm and from sorcery and to prevent one from being overpowered by other people or spirits.

• Tránsjuka (obsessive love-sickness): This condition renders one unable to let go of a lover, either due to mental obsession or because one has been förgjord (destroyed through sorcery).

• Troll (troll, goblin, ogre): A class of ancient magical spirits, their sorcery, and the magic performed with their aid. As a prefix, it may be roughly translated as "magical" but in this book the Swedish word is retained in terms like troll-bundle, troll-letter, and troll formula.

• Trolldom (trolldom): folk magic, the Scandinavian equivalent to the folk magic of other nations, such as sorcery, hexerei, braucherei, brujeria, stregoneria, hechicería, hoodoo, conjure, witchcraft, or rootwork.

• Trollaktig (troll-like): A person who behaves as if he or she is wise or knowledgeable in trolldom; a practitioner; someone who is trollkunnig.

• Trollbrev (troll-letter): The generic name for a written talisman for any purpose. A trollbrev may be rolled up and worn in a cylinder hanging around the neck, sewn into clothes so that the symbol is facing outwards, or carried in the inner pocket of a jacket. In modern times it may be worn in a woman's bra. Sewing a trollbrev not meant for curing into your clothes is pointless unless it is for a single occasion, since the paper disintegrates during laundering. See also Svärdsbrev and Värnebrev.

• Trollformel (troll formula): A spoken spell or incantation, either rhyming or in free verse. The wording of each troll formula is kept as a closely guarded secret that is transmitted only to those who inherit an elder practitioner's power and craft. Teaching a troll formula to a student has traditionally meant that the teacher loses the power to use the formula successfully. This is still true today, although, due to the publication of so many troll formulas in books during the past hundred years, contemporary teachers never need give away the specific incantations that they themselves use; instead they can teach their students alternative versions. This is not difficult, as there are more than 50,000 collected troll formulas in Swedish folklore archives alone, and many thousands more in the archives of Norway, Denmark, and the Swedish-speaking part of Finland. The word runa (rune), meaning a written spell, may be used as a synonym for trollformel.

• Trollhare (troll hare): A hare-spirit that is used to draw material goods to a specific place or to steal milk or butter. See also Trollkatt.

• Trollkatt (troll cat): A cat-spirit that is used to draw material goods to a specific place or to steal milk or butter. See also Trollhare.

• Trollknyte (troll bundle): A magical bundle wrapped in cloth and tied shut; knyte is cognate to the English word knotted. See also Trollpåse.

• Trollkunnig (troll-skilled): A person who is skilled in magic; one who is knowledgeable, well-versed, or cunning in trolldom.

• Trollpåse (troll pouch, troll bag): A small pouch made of cloth or chamois skin in which magical articles are contained. See also Trollknyte.

• Trollskott (troll shot): A magical shot to cause harm. It can be done by humans, various spirits, or even forces of nature.

• Tyda, tydor (omen, meanings): Magical indications, decipherments, readings, interpretations, or visions. The word is cognate to the English tidings, meaning messages. Tydor are messages from the world of spirit.

• Utesittning, utiseita (sitting outside): A vision-quest to awaken trolls.

• Våd-eld (accidental fire): A fire resulting from human carelessness.

• Vålne, vålnad (wraith): The spiritual part of a person that survives the death of the physical body.

• Välsigna (signs or marks for well-being): Blessings. See also Signeri.

• Vard (ward): Personal guardian spirit.

• Värnebrev (shielding letter, guardian letter): A written talisman used to protect the wearer from harm. See also Trollbrev.

• Varsel (warning spirits), varsla (forewarning): Tydor that predict evil or tell of evil at another location are called varsel. A dying person's vard or vålnad may carry the forewarning or a tomte may tell of it.

• Vättar (gnomes): An old word meaning spirits in general or spirits who reside in and are a part of nature and the elements.

• Vigt silver (dedicated silver): A piece of jewelry or a coin that has been worn at a wedding.

• Vite (penalty) - Vita (trolldom): Vite, a court-ordered punishment, gave rise to the words vita (a term describing trolldom as a way to magically mete out justice) and han vitar (he casts a justified curse).

• Vrideld (twisted fire): Fire-drilling with a twisting motion. A wooden pole is held horizontally against a vertical wooden surface such as a door, and twisted until the heat of friction produces fire. This fire is used to drive off evil spirits and to remove curses and the evil eye. Also called Gnideld.

• Wittenberg: A German town in which Scandinavian priests studied theology. It is associated with magic, the Jewish kabbalah, and folkloric legends connected to trolldom, magical words, and black arts books."

—

Trolldom:

Spells and Methods of the Norse Folk Magic Tradition

'GLOSSARY

by Johannes Gårdbäck

#trolldom #troll magic #Johannes Gårdbäck #glossary

[trickstarbrave]

wip whenever

i got tagged by @boethiahspillowbook so here are some wips. art and writing are both okay!!! idk who hasnt been tagged yet so. anyone who reads this and wants to can consider it a tag

first up:

i started shading azura!!! still needs some more work and tweaking. but i rly like her expression (again pardon the nerevar gore he is kinda dead)

also a lil bit of writing!! its not much but. heres from moon and star

moraelyn is such a weird figure. most of the stuff we get is a novel from daggerfall. what the fuck is a witch-king. why are they riding on akatosh. whatever im just gonna make his shit up myself

Of course word would get back to Almalexia. Of course it would. Nerevar hadn’t expected anything less, though he was a bit surprised at how quickly she summoned him. 

At least this time it wasn’t in front of her throne in chains. That he didn’t enjoy whatsoever. 

Ayem gave him a beaming smile the moment he walked into the meeting room. She wasn’t alone--there were several guards present, as well as a chimer in armor emblazoned with a rose motif, alongside a few guards wearing armor that definitely did not belong to House Indoril.

“My, I see you really were named hortator of House Dagoth.” She referred to the necklace he was wearing, the collar emblazoned with the seal of House Dagoth. When Voryn first showed it to Nerevar he honestly thought it was a… Personal gift of sorts, until he revealed it was the necklace House Dagoth presented to all of their hortators. 

“I am.” Nerevar answered. “If you want to talk more about that though, Voryn should probably be present.” A few guards looked flustered seeing how casually Nerevar called a noble by his first name. The man in the rose armor also shifted slightly, gasping as though offended. Almalexia, however, continued to smile politely. 

“It isn’t for that.” She remarked, motioning for Nerevar to take a seat. Hesitantly Nerevar did so, sitting across from her. 

“What did you need then, your Majesty?” 

She hummed softly, closing her eyes as she seemed to be thinking over how to say it, the smile never leaving her lips. 

“You are quite the asset in war, Nerevar Mora.” She began. “You were able to rescue the head of House Dagoth with very few men. Not to mention I know just how well you can handle yourself in combat from experience…” 

“Is there another mission you wish to send me on?” He asked, keeping his face neutral. At his question her lips curled up into a polite, politician’s smile. 

“House Mora has once again requested the liberation of their home city, Ebonheart.” Ebonheart… A city that as the nerevarine he never got a chance to visit. Honestly he wanted to; it had a rich history, not just from the first era either. At that, the man in the rose armor removed his helmet, revealing long, flowing white hair and a serious expression. Honestly, he looked like he’d rather not be there at all. 

“I am Moraelyn Ra’athim.” He said, his eyes looking over Nerevar skeptically. “The nords ousted my clan from our ancestral home, the seat of power for the Mora clan.” He then cleared his throat slightly. “If you are truly the man who her Majesty claims you are…” Nerevar’s eyebrow twitched at the doubt in his voice. “... I would like to ask for assistance from you and your men to liberate my home.” 

Moraelyn looked like he was being degraded having to ask Nerevar for help. If Almalexia wasn’t present, he would have rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to act like asking was just as painful as pulling teeth. 

Instead, Nerevar turned his attention to Almalexia. She wouldn’t have called this meeting without good reason; Ebonheart hadn’t been liberated yet, for good reason. It was the current seat of power for the nords. It would be a risky move attacking them where they would be the strongest. Then again, based on what Voryn has been saying, Wulfharth hasn’t been staying in Ebonheart much at all. Three of his sons have instead taken up residence in the large, nordic style manor that was constructed, and were managing supplies and soldiers. 

Almalexia’s polite smile had shifted to one laced with danger. Almost snake-like and cunning, venom behind her teeth. Not directed towards Nerevar--not this time. Unlike so many times in his past life, he knew this one was not meant for him. Instead she looked eager for battle, forced to stay behind. 

“If you can do this,” Almalexia began, “House Indoril will also name you Hortator.” 

There it was. 

The rest of the room went deathly silent. No one had been Hortator of more than one house--but she wasn’t asking him to throw aside his position with House Dagoth. Instead she was giving him even more power, now the backing of two Great Houses. It was already bold enough that he was named Hortator of House Dagoth without being a proper member of the house; but Hortator of two major powers? 

Nerevar steeled himself, his facade not cracking. 

“If this is what you will ask of me,” Nerevar gave a polite smile back. “How could I refuse?”

#my writing #my art #wip #azura #indoril nerevar #nerevar #moon and star spoilers

[talesfromtheasterism]

The Starweaver

To the Recipient, Whose Name Will Be Safely Withheld,

I have decided to answer this lofty question of yours. For I do pity your described imposition, stepping from such grand adventures to the suffocating quiet of the Commune. It would be unwise for you to seek this knowledge from your current residence, and through my efforts of trade, despite my reservations on the topic, I must be one of the most well-equipped people alive to inform.

Know this firstly: transit between the realms of the Asterism is a poorly understood process, even to those as well-travelled as myself. They share no tangible borders, separated instead by the fathomless unworld, untouched by the New Tapestry. Yet each realm contains a region where the fabric is frayed - a wide, invisible rift that casts those who enter across the gulf to whatever destination they feel a strong enough requirement to visit. Traders and smugglers such as myself require clarity of purpose to will themselves through time after time, or we simply end up where we started with a moderate headache.

I have made every effort to remain conscious of my surroundings during these aetherial river crossings. Neither the warm alchemies of the Floodlands nor the chilling medicines of Bloodstar could maintain my waking. All I manage is to more keenly feel my lucidity fade as the dream state takes me, and as the faint visions of the unworld dance within the blinding shine of the blue haze. No matter where I enter or exit, or with what narcotics in my veins, she is there every single time.

Only in echoes and shimmers is the Starweaver detected - sometimes only felt, through sixth and seventh senses beyond human reckoning - but her presence is clear and absolute. I hear chrysolite eyes burn through the sapphire. Her radiant painted hat and impossible crystalline robes reach my eyes, with their paradox patterns and non-euclidean folds of gold night and azure sun. What is her pale skin, now? Flesh, still, or the light-bending porcelain of fallen deities? Grooves and spikes, subtle, hidden in her form - have the nephilim changed her, or did she take their traits willingly, as respect? I know she was not born so. I remember times I have never seen or known, as though I knew her as an old friend before godhood. She was younger, lighter, before her blooming of the Weave tempered the spirit. I can almost taste the secrets of where, the land she walked before she fell, before striking their bondage and shattering this prison for gods.

No matter how close I come to further revelations, I suffer the same fate as other pilgrims. I wake from the reverie in my realm of termination, equipped with whatever mercy required to see me safely to mortal civilisation. Should I journey for Port Poiseuille, I stir with sore arms, having rowed a gondola of smooth, iridescent gemstone across the Sea of Solace for an unguessable time. My returns to the Mirror Capital see my eyes open slowly, slumped against the window in a seat of a shuttletrain, coasting upon the star-seas of the Lucid Weave. I've an inkling that the Starweaver herself bridges the realms to allow Asteri to cross, summoning these accommodations to ensure we arrive in good health.

There is no doubt in my mind: she wishes her presence known within the dream, for one of such power could just as easily shield herself from mortal senses. Perhaps this is how she reminds us of her vigil from within the Skyloom - or, more fantasically, perhaps her image steals our attention from horrors of the unworld we are not ready to know. I hear her whispers, sometimes. Her strifeless voice reverberates with many heights and depths, like strings, chords. The words themselves are always obscured, as though of a foreign language - not Ancestral, which I can interpret with some competency. A tongue of gods.

But I can make out one word, occasionally. A name. The one we are chastised as children for uttering in vain, and oft never speak again. Some say, when they think our gods cannot hear, that it is a name stolen from a star in an old world. I wish she could wear it more proudly again. To take identity in theft from the heavens, to rail against ultimate power - that is the mark of defiance the leader of the Asteri should bear.

Her name was Vega. And her dream is our awakening.

Please, make especially certain that this letter is destroyed along with the others. While it is my privilege to convey such exalted topics, the repercussions if we were discovered would be far worse. The Commune does not tolerate attempts to understand those above us, for reasons you are well aware.

We will meet in person again soon. I trust we will have much to organise.

Your Friend in Commerce

Editor's note: this letter was written to one of the Friend in Commerce's anonymous business partners in the Commune of Whispers several years ago. It was originally meant to be burned to hide their dealings, but the recipient handed it back to the Friend when they next met, insisting it be preserved as a testament to the Starweaver. I am again tagging this as OC as is convention, so hopefully describing patron gods as my property doesn't have negative consequences.

#creative writing #fantasy #fantasy world #stars #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #writing #asterism #tales from the asterism #oc #original character

[peasantexchangeprogram]

CITY MAP CITY MAP!!! do you have any visual refs of the different styles of architecture in the old city vs lirobyan districts? & what’s mobility like btwn the districts (both everyday travel and household relocation)? & are there significant cultural differences btwn them? what are some things (foods, traditions, styles) that are particular to certain districts? and and re: the class divisions in your notes, are they very strict or is it just a general concentration? omg i will stop asking questions now i just love CITY DESIGN!!!

hiiiiiieeeeeeeee ok so i heavily based lirobya on both the russian and roman empires, and the map itself - well i was logged off and couldnt look online but i still had the brochure we got at pompeii so i had their city structure, which looks like this so i was like right the romans loved squares and rectangles and the like

the old city is bordered by a wall (the newer parts arent), which was originally to defend themselves from invaders (which. didnt work that well their ass got invaded), and the streets are thinner - in the newer parts the streets are wide enough for a carriage to cross easily but not in the old city. the old city is named costilcii, bc that was the name of the city before it got expanded, and in it is the agusu palace, whose name is a distorted version of the word 'avgustus/avgusta', which is the title for lirobyan emperors.

altho the city itself is pretty big, there arent really different cultural practices between the districts, since the kingdom tried to homogenize the cultural practice under a national identity. they have very similar but slightly distinctive accents. however the salt district houses a lot of international merchants and foreign goods, so it has a lot of textiles, spices, jewelry, food, etc. to offer that cant be found elsewhere (and since theyre not anywhere near a sea, the salt district is the only place in the city where you can find fish).

the class division is very liberal, i just wrote it down to myself as a general note haha. like in the queens district, which is regarded as "slums", there is the star quarter of the cult of the stargazers, which has some really rich people including some nobility. and some lower class people who work in the palace live in the old city, some people live in their ancestral homes even tho their class doesnt "fit" the description of their neighborhood, etc.

#wotbeotl #thank youuuuuu

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Towering turrets which far surpassed the grandeur of Hogwart’s own stood as tall and rife with dark magic as Bellatrix herself seemed to, faces of dragons and ancient Blacks from the 13th century glaring down at mother and daughter as they stood before the heavy, imposing gates.

“You know — I hope — how sacred we Black witches are. We take rights of passage onto the ancestral home when we become of age.” Grey eyes turn over her younger witch. Sometimes her gaze stilled over her, studying her face. All she remembered at times was the little child she’d had torn from her arms. “I trust my aunt and my father told you what you needed to know.”

The late evening sun glinted off the blade she raised. She turned it fluidly in her palm, clutching the silver between long thin digits, hilt offered.

“You spill your blood only once.”

She showed her own palm as if it would offer certainty. All that remained was a faded line, an ancient scar from three decades past. Delphini would be ingrained in the stone and the earth, she’d be bound forever to the house of Black just as her mother was.

They would know. The moment her blood would touch the door, Delphini would hear it. Whispers, magic of green and white and blue and black cloaking ethereally, stars shimmering on the doors, her name written into the most noble and ancient house of Black, acceptance would be given.

All Bellatrix could hope that was that the magic she’d done — or rather, undone — years ago, would be enough to grant her heiress entry.

Delphini smiles up at her mother, eyes twinkling a bit as she jokes. 

“I think you already know the answer to that one, mum.” If there was one thing Auntie Walburga and grandfather put an emphasis on it was Black tradition. Not that Delphini had minded, she’d soaked it up, all too eager to learn about the family she was almost taken away from. 

The dagger is cold in her hands, the metal of it gleaming amongst the night.

This is it. 

Her smile falters a bit as she brings the blade to her palm. Normally, she’d never hesitate, but Delphini knew… She knew there was a chance that this magic, this ancestry, might outright reject her. Her blood was, of course, of House Black, of House Gaunt - of Salazar Slytherin himself - some of the purest blood in all of the wizarding world, tainted. 

Delphini could only hope that that ancient and noble blood she grew up worshiping was potent enough to cleanse whatever muggle filth had infiltrated their family. Father had done everything he could to wipe it (him) out, now it was up to Delphini to prove it. 

She drove the blade in perhaps deeper than necessary, relishing in the bite of the silver before raising her hand to the handle boldly. Here we go. 

A wave of magic radiates upward the instant her blood seeps into the wrought iron, echoes of the ancient rites suddenly whispering all around her, some sounding like they were coming from just behind, others right in her ear. Delphi shivers, the smile returning to her face as she closes her eyes as though it will help her listen to their words more clearly.

She sees them, the faces of the hundreds that had come before her - she looks like them. The same distinguished bones sheathed beneath impeccable pale skin, those nearly too full lips, elegant black waves framing symmetrical features. The eyes though, Delphini has those muggle eyes. 

Still, they were speaking to her - calling for her. 

She loses sight of them all, now lost somewhere amongst the stars. Someone new is chanting, amidst the constellations she turns. It is her mother, only it is not. Bellatrix is pregnant, the stars reflecting in her entirely black eyes. She has a hand on her prominent stomach, runes climbing up her neck and down her arms. Suddenly, she looks right at Delphini- 

She gasps as a force shoves her backwards, eyes shooting open. The door burns hot, her wound cauterizing from the intensity of it. Still, she does not let go. 

In a burst of magic the gate flies open, nearly taking her arm with it. Delphini freezes for a moment, almost shell shocked, waiting for something to happen. She is entranced by the growing magic, those same voices seeming to lure her deeper into the castle. 

“It worked!” She cries, turning around only to immediately throw herself into her mother’s arms, laughing joyfully against the older witch’s shoulder. Bellatrix had done this for her, Delphini knows it (saw it), her mother had thought her all those years ago and found a way to ensure she’d be granted entry. The younger witch pulls away gently, looking up into her mother’s eyes and hoping her own were reflecting all the words she wanted to say but couldn’t. All she could manage was a gentle:

“Thank you, mama.”

#phew #this felt like a workout #I literally wrote this while I sat on hold with IT for two and a half hours because my expense portal at work got so fucked #for the record its still not fixed #anyways #yay for black family magic that I still don't 100p understand but love figuring it out #also yay for world building #we got ways to go ladies and gentleman #cause y'all know delphini is just not getting in that easy #right #delphini #delphi #Bellatrix lestrange #house black #rituals and such #that's putting it lightly

[sliptohk]

Prompt #17: Guilt

"What's with that sour look? Its a celebration! Its time to turn toward the future, not dwell on the past!"

It was a casual cruelty. Dismissive. A sneering look thrown down the counter as something about Katja's muted reply must have rankled the man. Given the way the rest of the tavern seemed to bristle in response, maybe she was to blame. It was natural to celebrate the deliverance of their homeland, even if the woman was in no mood for it. Had they known her clan name, it would likely have drawn more mockery at the way she failed to live up to it in the moment.

It had been a struggle to resist breaking the jaw of those who had chortled about it before.

She lacked the ability to put words to the thoughts roiling through her head. The memories that kept her from sleep whenever she laid down to fruitless rest. Long nights staring up at the stars for fear of what dreams might bring. There was nothing to fear in the waking world, the worst had already occurred.

A resting mind had no such limits.

Rather than deal with ornery, drunken Ala Mhigans, she rose from her seat to drape a limp pack over one shoulder. Injuries pulled beneath the bandaging, limited to the one arm while they knitted, but mercifully none of the stitching split open to weep through the cloth. She made slowly for the door. The sooner she was across the border the better. It would be a welcome day when she put her homeland behind her.

"Won't ruin the mood."

Muttered words followed, scornful looks. Katja had come to drink, not for comradery or companionship. Unkind words about how others had lost kith and kin, to say nothing of their ancestral homes or properties. As if there were competition to suffering. One voice slithered through in a sudden silence, heard far clearer than the speaker intended.

"Garlean sympathizer, mayhap?"

She paused, a hand on the handle as stillness filled the room. Turning just enough to fix the loud-mouthed patron with a wild look out of one eye. Her tone utterly devoid of warmth or intonation.

"Repeat that."

Wisely, they chose not to. Better for them both, as the still healing woman was far from fighting shape. Not that it would have stopped her from doing regrettable things. At least that seemed to earn peace long enough to exit out into the early evening heat, after finally breaking that uncomfortable eye contact. Not nearly as oppressive as the height of day, but it would be some time before stone and sand relinquished what warmth it had stolen through the long hours.

Alone, there were only more of those thoughts she could not put into words. The fear she would forget names and faces. Dread of a morning when the voice of them faded from memory. Time wore away fine edges, no matter how firmly you fought it. Much like the world around them, it would march on regardless of who was left broken in their path.

Like a splinter beneath the nail, one thing did linger as she trudged along the endless, dusty roads of Eorzea. A pain that could not be ignored amidst the cold reality that all those who had truly loved her were gone.

Those who had taken them yet remained.

#FFXIVWrite2023 #FFXIVWrite #Katja Revel

[expended-sleeper]

Summerfest Day 2: The Final Words of the Urshilaku

@tes-summer-fest // Prompt: Storms

You want to hear how the world ended? Come, listen to the dying words of a dying people. Our task was always to keep the lore, among those who lived in the ash: our words united tribes that had little else in common. The Nerevarine, too, was meant to bring us together. How foolish we were! How gravely we misread the signs! Nibani Maesa is dead! Yes, I speak of our Farseer that set the cursed outlander down the path of Seven Trials. Do not judge us too harshly, young one. Prophecies can be misread.

We are all united, now, Velothi and city elves—we choke on the same ash. We all fear the Blight and fall together under its crimson winds. Legend says that the Sharmat promised mercy for his own kind, but Akulakhan's breath knows no distinction between n'wah and Resdayn's true children. Perhaps it is simply that Voryn Dagoth recognizes no kin, any longer. Perhaps there is no such thing as mercy, when you wield such godly powers. The false Tribunal certainly knew nothing of restraint.

Not much time, left. A storm is coming.

What happened to the rest of the tribe, you ask? Find our burial caverns, if you dare. Sul-Matuul is loyal to his people. He did not allow them to change, as many have. The winds took countless lives. All of our oldest, and wisest. The Urshilaku will not end up like so many of the city folk we saw stumbling towards the Mountain, their faces already cratering, their noses and mouths slipping inward—we will not join the cursed dream of the Sharmat!

Remember, young one, that there is always a choice. Sul-Matuul and his warriors brought peace to the last remnants of the true Velothi. I hope to join them soon, if you will help me. The Sharmat cannot touch us in our ancestral sleep. Not yet.

But enough about that. You want to hear how the world ended, yes? I will tell you: it was a matter of friendship.

Hold back your questions, and listen! The Nerevarine disguised herself as a pilgrim of the false gods. She went to the soul-built gate, that ancient barrier between the forces of the Enemy and the rest of Resdayn. So easy to judge, now. Shall I curse the name of Vivec's order, the Buoyant Armigers, for their lack of vigilance? We were all so blind.

The false pilgrim was let through, just as a messenger arrived from the city of Ald'Ruhn.

The false god Vivec, found dead! At any other time, this would have been cause for celebration among Velothi's people. Not so with the Nerevarine on the wrong side of the Ghostgate, with the cursed tools of the Dwemer in her grasp.

None of the Farseers ever imagined the Nerevarine might find common ground with the Sharmat. Yes, yes, call us fools. We have all been brought as low as the kwama foraging for scum.

You want to know why we are bound for death? They were friends. Voryn Dagoth, and Indoril Nerevar—they were friends! But now you turn away from me, in bitterness. That isn't what you wanted to hear, is it? You cannot accept that friendship doomed the world?

How can you deny it, when storms of magic are now spreading across Resdayn to turn us all into loyal monsters? Akulakhan walks, n'wah! The island is crumbling under the feet of a machine god, and yet you look on me with doubt.

Let me see that coin, yes. Your Imperial Septim. Soon there be no Empire, but no matter. You see, everything under the stars has two sides. Even something like friendship contains sinister depths in its most dire implications.

Would you die for your friends? Yes, many would. Would you kill for them? This is another treasured mark of loyalty.

Lord Dagoth died for his friend, more than once. The chains of friendship bound these two souls together. At the most critical moment, at the apex of their destiny, the Nerevarine found themselves unable to break these chains. Anyone can boast of their resistance to evil. Of course, evil is easy to resist when you can recognize it.

The Sharmat wrapped his gift of corruption in a shroud of love. Lord Nerevar wanted his friend back. He wanted it too much. Be careful with that scorn in your expression, outlander. The Nerevarine chose falsely, yes—but can any of us fathom the difficulty of the choice? You can stand here and claim you would have gladly slain your friend to save the world. Perhaps you have a stout heart, and you speak truly.

As for me...b'vek, I don't know. Your Empire's faithful speak of absolute virtues and certain sins. The people of Resdayn find ourselves engulfed in shades of gray, as always. Perhaps the next incarnation will know better than to trust the devil's words. Neither you or I will live to see such a day.

Yes, I see the signs of corruption in your face. The Sharmat and his minions would say you have been divinely blessed by Akulakhan. I say you are doomed.

Don't weep, now. This world is not ours to mourn, or to save. Lady Azura is ever watchful. My heart is at peace. Lord Nerevar will return again, you see? I hope he will be wiser, and that his heart will be made of stone. We will not survive his mistakes. Nonetheless, he has learned from them. Many will die before Nerevar faces his old friend again.

What are you babbling about, now? Stop with that drivel about Akatosh and Mara. Get up off your knees. In this land, we pray with our feet on the ground. Rub some ash on your hands, n'wah, and speak to Azura with me.

I pray that Nerevar will face his old companion once again, and that he will not turn his back to the devil. I pray that he will bury Voryn Dagoth deep enough, next time.

Outlander, wait! One last prayer, before you plunge your dagger into my heart. I find myself as weak as the Nerevarine, in the end.

Take my hand, n'wah, and make certain your aim is true. Hear the final words of the Urshilaku. Azura curse you, if you ever write them down.

I pray for the death of friendship.

#tesfest22 #elder scrolls #morrowind #dunmer #ashlanders #the nerevarine #dagoth ur

[ofandrcmedas]

 ⸻     SLUG  AND  JIGGERS  APOTHECARY  is  often  somewhere  that  𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊  can  be  found  restocking  on  ingrediants  ,  the  twenty  four  year  old,  that's  often  confused  for  the  muggle  KATHERINE  LANGFORD  is  known  for  being  KIND  ,  but  maybe  that's  why  the  sorting  hat  had  them  in  SLYTHERIN  while  in  school  ,  but  they  can  still  be  very  OBSTINATE  according  to  their  friends  .  currently  they  are  WORKING  as  a  HEALER  and  if  rumours  are  said  to  be  true  about  the  brewing  war  ,  they  would  surely  side  with  NEUTRAL  .

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STATISTICS

full name. andromeda cassiopeia black.

nicknames. andy, drom, drommie, dromeda.

age. 24.

gender & pronouns. ciswoman & she/her.

occupation. healer.

blood status. pureblood

BACKGROUND

Born on a cold morning and named in the Black tradition of myth and stars, Andromeda's very first breaths resounded loudly through the walls of her ancestral home –eerily similar to those of her namesake, desperate and pained while bound to that infernal stone, and in a way, she was trapped too. The secondborn daughter to an heirless father, another disappointment, she should have been, yet she still somehow managed to win his favor. Cygnus Black was quickly enamoured by his newborn daughter's blue eyes and toothless smile. Having at least one loving parent out of two was already a victory.

Proper, spoiled, educated, entitled. Those were just some of the words Andromeda slowly but surely grew up to be. Mother always said she would expect only the best from her, Father always said she should always expect only the best from the world, and both gave the same answer when she asked why. Because you are a Black. But, if she had to be honest, 6 year old Andromeda didn't truly understand what her name had to do with anything.

When time came she arrived to Hogwarts, fully aware of her worth, both giving and expecting only the best, just as she had been told she should. And though there was little of the respect and reverence she was told she deserved only by virtue of her name –most Slytherins sure did stare in awe at yet another member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, but there were three other houses that turn their eyes and sneer at her and her housemates–, she still kept her head high with the pride her father had ingrained in her mind and did her best to pay them no mind.

She learned, though, in the following years. Along with her sisters, she learned what it meant to be a daughter of her house. What it meant to bear the name Black and what was expected of her by her noble, ancient, and, most importantly, pure lineage. And even if she wasn't as strong, as skilled, or as beautiful, she was enough. She was a Black.

Still, one can only ignore the whispers behind one's back for so long. Mother always said that, while a lady did her best while in silence, she should never stop listening. Andromeda kept that in mind when she started paying attention to the words people said about her and her family when they though she was not around. It did hurt, everything they said and the words they used to describe her kin. But it was the fact that, after hearing past the not so hidden insults, Andromeda was starting to find truth in their words, ended up hurting more.

Standing behind one's ideals required courage, Andromeda found out when she finally made her mind that all she had been taught about worthiness and purity could not be true. But she had never been particularly brave, maybe that was why she too sported the green and silver of her sisters and parents rather than the red and gold of her little cousin. So, yet again, she kept silent. She gripped her cup tighter during family reunions when aunt Walburga spewed out her bigotry, bit her cheek when Mother reminded her of her duty to marry a respectable pureblood man, lowered her head when Father declared their superiority over others. No, Andromeda had never been the brave kind.

School ended and the next she was expected to do was to follow in her mother's footsteps. Marry a proper pureblood husband, be a proper pureblood wife, and have proper pureblood children. It was just what was done, and Andromeda had her first surge of courage when she defied it. Ambition was a big part of who she was, and she had the ambition to do more. It wasn’t easy, but she convinced her parents to allow her to go to Tauxmarts to study to become a healer, all on the condition that once she was done she would accept a betrothal. Andromeda knew a compromise was better than nothing, so she said yes.

NOW

Andromeda is done with school, she is now an, albeit very junior, practicing healer at St. Mungos, and keeps trying to stall the deal she made with her parents –specially now that there is someone, who at least she thinks could truly become something.

There is also the matter of the rising tensions. Andromeda is not sure yet of what she should make of everything, with her heart and mind lying far away from those of her loved ones, in fact, straying so far as to be on the opposite side. She's between a rock and a hard place, and she knows that it is most likely that she will have to choose soon, but for now, she only prays things will get better.

[passerine-parable]

“Objectivity is the enemy” says author Hagbard Celine in their essay The Legacy of Grayface. This is a fact as true and sharp as the blade of a knife wielded in the hand of one who knows how to use it, (and I recognize that it is marginally hypocritical of me to make an objective statement about objectivity). Objectivity places a gray veil over our eyes in terms of a creative understanding of the world. Objectivity hands us one single, heavy facet of truth, and expects us to stand there holding this weighty thing while it screams at us- OF COURSE THE SKY IS BLUE! YOU’RE INSANE! But the sky isn’t blue, is it? The sky is just our atmosphere protecting us from the endless void of space. The sky is sometimes gray, and sometimes blue, and sometimes pink, and if you let yourself lose focus, and stare at it awhile, the sky can be absolutely any color. With my poor vision, when I look at the blue sky, I see blue, and then I see flashes and flickers of the white blood cells moving through the veins of my eyes (it’s a whole, inconvenient thing), and if I give my photosensitivity a minute to react to the brightness, my vision is traced in rainbows. 

Consider, if you will, a lighter. A red lighter wrapped in twine. It is balanced upon the edge of a table located on the upper half of [park] in [city], as accessible by [name] street. Two people sit at the table and discuss the lighter. Are they real? Are they present at this table at the time you read this essay? Maybe. Maybe you make us real by reading these words. Focus on the lighter. The lighter exists because it simply exists. Everything exists in relation to the lighter- the table, the people, the park. The lighter now defines reality. The lighter is now the universe, even as it is just a lighter.

Artists are reality-makers. I start with a sketch of a deer. It does not quite look like a deer, but it’s close enough. I add another deer, and then an image flashes to life of a herd of massive spirit-creatures wandering through a valley beneath a sky full of far too many stars, the sun a blaze of orange upon the horizon. I can feel the warm summer wind passing across my bare skin, I can hear these great beasts breathing, smell the sweet earthiness of grass, and I can see a friend of mine standing next to me. What is this? A daydream? Why? Is the only thing distinguishing this from a memory the fact that I just happened to make it up? Who am I to say this didn’t happen, with all my flawed senses, with all the inconsistencies of the human brain?  So I’ve just made a memory that didn’t exist five minutes ago. That’s magic; straight up. If I continue to refine this sketch, if I put you in here with me, if you suspend your disbelief and let yourself flow with the idea that such a thing is possible, if you relinquish your need to have all the answers, this can be your memory too. Can you see them? The great ancestral beasts, wandering through the fields of dreams? 
 What if it were a film? What if it were a comic book? We have little to no empirical evidence that the people in our beloved fiction stories exist, but neither do we have any evidence to deny their existence. They existed in someone’s head, and now they exist in front of you, by your experience, by a handful of your senses. So too does the lighter on the table. Get your own lighter and set it on your own table if you need to experience the metaphor by the interface of your sense of touch.

The artist-as-magician is thus handed a curious burden- 

 If we define reality, how may we shift it? How can we change it for the better? What memories are we making for those who experience our art? Likewise, how does one tell a good story, if its characters are real beings? Be gentle! For goodness sake, be gentle! For every eye upon your art it lives its story over.

[rudradevpawankumar]

Unveiling the Mystique: Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar – Best Astrologer in India

In a world where uncertainties lurk around every corner, seeking guidance from the celestial realm has been a timeless tradition. Among the myriad of astrologers, one name stands out like a beacon of wisdom and foresight – Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar, the Best Astrologer in India.

Decoding Destiny with Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar

The Cosmic Navigator

Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar isn't just an astrologer; he is a cosmic navigator, deciphering the intricate patterns of the universe to illuminate the paths of those seeking enlightenment. His profound understanding of astrology goes beyond the conventional, delving into the cosmic energies that shape our destinies.

Ancestral Wisdom, Modern Insight

What sets Astrologer Rudradev apart is his unique blend of ancestral wisdom and modern insight. Hailing from a lineage of revered astrologers, he carries the torch of tradition while seamlessly integrating contemporary knowledge. This synthesis allows him to provide insights that resonate with today's dynamic world.

Personalized Horoscope Analysis

At the core of Astrologer Rudradev's practice is the art of personalized horoscope analysis. Every birth chart is a unique tapestry of planetary positions, and he unravels its intricacies to reveal the hidden facets of one's life. Whether it's career dilemmas, relationship complexities, or health concerns, his readings offer clarity and guidance.

The Journey to Astrological Eminence

Early Life and Education

Born into a family where astrology was not just a profession but a way of life, Rudradev Pawan Kumar exhibited a keen interest in the stars from an early age. His formal education in astrology began under the tutelage of renowned astrologers, and he honed his skills by delving into ancient texts and manuscripts.

A Trailblazer in Astrological Innovation

Astrology, like any other field, evolves. Astrologer Rudradev has been at the forefront of astrological innovation, incorporating the latest advancements without compromising the authenticity of the ancient science. His predictive techniques, rooted in tradition yet adapted to the present, have garnered acclaim and trust.

Client Testimonials: Stars Speak Louder Than Words

The true measure of an astrologer lies in the impact they have on the lives of their clients. Testimonials from individuals whose lives have been positively influenced by Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar echo with gratitude and awe. From accurate predictions to timely guidance, his clients attest to the transformative power of his consultations.

Beyond Astrology: Rudradev's Holistic Approach

Astrologer Rudradev believes that true well-being encompasses more than just astrological insights. His holistic approach extends to spiritual guidance, mantra therapy, and gemstone recommendations, ensuring a comprehensive solution for those seeking harmony in all aspects of life.

Unlocking the Future: Conclusion

In a world where uncertainties often cast shadows on our paths, Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar emerges as a guiding light. His celestial insights, grounded in tradition and elevated by innovation, make him the Best Astrologer in India. To embark on a journey of self-discovery and foresight, trust the cosmic navigator to lead the way.

As the stars align to illuminate your destiny, remember – Astrologer Rudradev Pawan Kumar is not just an astrologer; he is the architect of your cosmic blueprint.

[eavanyhuang]

Deadlock

It feels like a deadlock, the hermetically sealed individuality does nothing but creates messy self-imploding balloons whose pieces spread out across the earth. Plastic bags buried in soil and found in turtle stomach in the deep ocean. We are nauseous at each other’s jokes, and at each other, at ourselves. Unwashed face, unbrushed teeth, dirty laundry, and messy dark room. They call this depressive episode, I call this temporal-stuckness. Everything seems wrong and not worth pursuing. The self is this disgusting giant poop that has been pooped on. Piles and piles of documents become thousands of erasure poems lying on the floor. Craziness does not heal the world, it is at best a symptom that needs to be let out and released into the air. I saw a flying drone travelling across Southern California, with its little flashy camera. I wish it takes my eyes with it, put them on the wings. I wish I can fly into the milk way. There shining stars sleep next to me with ancestral wisdom stored in their light. I need no compass to navigate emptiness. “I smiled at the illusion of my grief-containment system: there is no such thing. We spill over into the world and the world spills over into us.” Beautiful words put together into sentences in Braiding Sweetgrass, sentences that make perfect sense to me but perhaps of no use to the world as we know it. How do you abolish a world that gives birth to you, nurtures you, and raises you into who you are? We are hospicing our toxic mother. She refuses to die. She climbs up the mountain at the age of 95, seeking validation of her vitality and immortality. Please die, mom, you cry. She looks at you like you are the crazy one. And you are feeling crazy. Everyone loves their mom don’t they. Love means not letting go, means holding on to the thing that merges into your being. Love is no boundary and complete interdependency. This love we all know too well. “I wish we are in the position to call a general strike. But midterm strike means many of the workers will lose their jobs,” said our beloved union brothers. Stuckness.

In hope of grounding myself beyond the modern-colonial two-sided coin of sanity-madness, I go back to the Gesturing Towards Decolonial Futures Collective for pedagogical practices. With the notes they provided, I will create a set of reflections to document what works in each of the directions they seek to reorient the readers toward. There is no inherent structure or rigid streamline in this compass, I will just operationalize this by improvisation. This will start from 1:00 PM today and end at 4:00 pm, lasting for three hours in total. What I will do is document a brief reflection at the beginning and end of each hour, for each of the four directions named here. By the end of the day I will write down a brief summary and overview of what this exercise teaches me throughout the day.

[Hours Later] Okay, as expected, it wasn’t a super successful practice. I suspect that there is something inherently unproductive about the question ”what works”, along with the meditative experiment that started and ended with individual reflections. Most of what I jotted down were things I wanted to fix within myself. Things that I dislike and wanted to cleanse from my body. It might be a good reminder that these practices take time, a long time, not just one day of retreat. Maybe I have done enough, maybe I can grant that permission. Maybe tomorrow I will carry on with more sobriety, maturity, discernment, and responsibility. Maybe it is time to just close my eyes, do nothing, laugh at all of these, and just like my grandma, throw a chair at whatever piss me off and forget about it.

#organizing

[tipsycad147]

Witch Ancestors: How to Find Witches in Your Family Tree

posted by : kitty fields

Every one has an interesting ancestors in their lineage. We find preachers, movie stars, blacksmiths, villains, even royalty in our family trees. Some of us have accused witch ancestors, too! Think about how big a family tree is the further back you go – the likelihood of witch ancestors increases. Hundreds of thousands of people were accused of witchcraft between the eighth and eighteenth century throughout the world. The web gives access to ancestral information including lists of accused witches.

There are different methods to research ancestry for witch ancestors, discussed below. Get out your black pointy hats and broomsticks. Let’s take a ride into the past in search of our magical witch ancestors.

First, What IS a Witch Ancestor Anyway?

Look, you and I and Karen could sit around and debate over what constitutes a witch and what doesn’t. We could also sit and debate how to know whether our ancestors were witches or just “accused” of witchcraft. Sure, many of them might not have been witches per se but a portion of them had their own unique magick. Just like we do today. Maybe they didn’t call themselves witches, because truly that was a negative word in centuries past. Maybe they didn’t call themselves anything at all but made herbal remedies for their families and friends. Or talked to the fairies in their garden. Or were able to see the dead.

Maybe people came to them and asked them to read the cards or scry in a bottle to tell them their future. Or find lost items. Maybe your ancestor practiced folk magic or faith healing and kept it all to him or herself. In these cases, we might not even have access to their names or know via documentation that they were indeed magical ancestors. But the whole point to this article is to EXPLORE your family tree. Your witchy history that runs deep in your veins and in your very DNA. Okay? Let’s go.

Finding Your Witch Ancestors: Family Trees

Ancestry.com is a great place to research and document your ancestral line. While it does cost money and time, it is worth it. Another great site is Geni.com. First, prepare yourself to spend time on this project. It won’t be a quick google search. You will have to spend time researching and documenting your family tree to find a link to a witch ancestor. Most of us don’t have the same last name as our witch ancestors, so we will create a list of last names in our tree. Also keep in mind, there are variations of names over time and place. For example, your last name might be Spade now but two hundred years ago your ancestors’ last name was actually Spaht. When they moved, they changed it. This is common. 

Step #1: Build Your Family Tree

Build your family tree online (if you haven’t already). If you can’t afford an online ancestry database like ancestry.com, build a family tree manually. This will take more time and effort, but it can be done by talking to people in your family and gathering important documents from family members and libraries. Go back as far as you can until you hit a wall, until you can’t find any further ancestors. Sometimes you might get lucky and find a story about one of your ancestors that might tip you off to the fact that he or she was a witch. If not, continue on to step #2.

Step #2: Build A Simple List

Make a separate list of your family’s names. This can be in a word document or on scrap paper. Keep the family names in alphabetical order for easy access while researching. Leave some space next to each person’s name and record their country of origin (and city/town if you have it). Make note of the years of birth and death, if available.

Create a family tree to find your witch ancestors.

Searching the Web: Witch Databases

Once you have the foundation of your family tree and a solid list of familial names, research your witch ancestors by exploring online witch name databases. This seems like a daunting task, but it’s not so bad once you get started. Don’t forget to look for variations of your familial surnames!

Step #3: Research, Research, Research!

Use the name list with locations and dates and compare to databases online of accused witches. First, look at the locations of each of your ancestors (i.e. if you have ancestors that came to the United States in the seventeenth century, search for a list of names in the Salem Witch Trials or New York Witches). Don’t forget there were witches publicly accused in almost every U.S. colony, so research each state’s list of witch names too.

Check for your ancestors’ names against the Salem Witch Ancestry:

Salem Witch Trials Documents: court documents on the trials and personal diary entries from the people in the Salem Witch Trials. Search for your witch ancestors’ names and info. here.

Wikipedia List of People in the Salem Witch Trials: Wikipedia has an extensive list of people who were involved in the Salem Witch Trials. You may be able to find your ancestor’s name on the list. And it’s broken down by outcome of each person (executed, indicted, etc).

The Witches of New York: ancestry allows you to search for your witch ancestors in their database of accused NY witches. If your ancestors immigrated to New York, this is a great tool to use.

Witch Bloodline Names from Salem and Elsewhere: check OUR database

Check the witch databases below for names of the accused across the world:

Witchcraft, The Witch Trials: information on the European Witch Trials. Click on each location to find your witch and ancestors from Europe. Note: if you don’t have the location or dates of your ancestors, this website will prove rather difficult for you to use.

Wikipedia’s List of People Executed for Witchcraft:  a huge list of people executed for witchcraft in Europe and elsewhere. Just remember these are only people who were killed – it doesn’t include the accused who were set free.

Scotland, Names of Witches, 1658: a huge document detailing names of the Scottish witches is available to search on ancestry.com. Access to the digital copy is available online to manually research (if you don’t have an ancestry account).

The Arcane Archive: one of my favorite resources for looking up witch names in Europe and elsewhere. Hundreds of names, dates and locations in alphabetical order.

Witch Hunt on Sacred Texts: this list has hundreds of names of accused witches from around the world. Not just Mainland and Insular Europe and the U.S. but also Ethiopia, Mexico, the Middle East, Malaysia and more.

It’s going to take time. It’s likely you won’t see results the first day. Keep going and take notes. If you do find a witch ancestor or witch hunter ancestor, do detailed research on that particular person. Look up the name online or at your local library.

Disclaimer: When a Name Matches But You Can’t Prove it

In some cases, you may find a witch or accused witch with your familial surname and even location of your ancestors. If you found this person via witch databases but you can’t link him/her to your actual family tree, it doesn’t mean you aren’t still related! In many cases, witches’ names were erased from family trees and some public records in an effort to further shame them or cut them off from their lineage. 

Don’t worry so much if you can “prove” the ancestor is yours. Ask and believe.

Local Witch History and Family Stories

If the online research fails, there are other ways to research without a computer. If your family has been in the same area for centuries, look into your local history to see if your family played a part. If you know where your ancestors came from, more specifically the town or region, this is important to note too.

Step #4: Research Location History

Often, local historical documents are available at the library or even online. Through this research, you might find a story about one of your family members being accused or suspected of witchcraft. It’s also super helpful to familiarize yourself with your ancestors’ location, whether local to you or elsewhere. If you know where they lived, start looking into the ancient history of this place. What were the people like? What was their religion? Then research the Medieval history…did they have any Witch Trials in this area? Are there names you can view and compare to your list of names?

Step #5: Talk To Your Family

Find information about witch ancestors by simply talking to family members. Sometimes another family member has already done research and built a family tree. If you are really lucky, there might be a story about a witch ancestor or witch hunter passed down through your family tree. Talk to your oldest surviving family member for closer insight. Keep in mind other terms used like herbs, herbalist, cunning woman or man, midwife, wizard, alchemist, berserker, sorceress, sorcerer, bruja, occultist, wise man, sin eater, water witch, pow wow, faith healer, fairy doctor, fairy friend, witch doctor, healer, outcast, shaman, hag, crone, granny, sage, etc.

Still No Luck? Don’t Forget Logic

So you’ve built an entire family tree, spent hours on research, and still haven’t found a link to witch ancestors in your family tree? Don’t fret. This was supposed to be fun! But if you’re that serious about it, think about it like this. By process of deduction, someone in your family tree was a witch or a witch hunter. Why? Because you have literally thousands of people in your lineage. Someone was either accused or executed as a witch! We all have witch ancestors, it’s just about finding them.

In the meantime, now you have information on your ancestors to educate other people in your family or simply enjoy on your own. Put together a ancestry photo album or scrapbook. Write a book or blog with the stories you’ve gathered on your family tree. In addition, consider asking your ancestors to send you a dream or message with an answer to this question. I promise you, you will receive one. And maybe your witch ancestor is just waiting for you to reach out. Light a candle and talk to them.

[theeclecticwitchblog240]

45 Types of Witches

July 1, 2020

By: Spencer Hearn

Am I a Witch?

The answer to that question can only be answered by you. The word witch means "wise person" so if you are interested in energy work, the pursuit of enlightenment, and learning traditions of the old ways across the globe, you might just be a witch. A few factors that might signal a calling to witchcraft include a deep connection and compassion for nature and wildlife, an interest in the occult or dark arts, and a heightened sensitivity to the metaphysical.

What Kind of Witch Am I?

Unless you are a hereditary witch and have had your craft handed to you by ancestral line, your path is entirely up to you to choose. Often the label comes after quite a bit of research, practice, and discovering your own unique magic. Labels are often intersectional and it is possible to fall into more than one category unless you are part of a highly formal category of witchcraft. Below, I have listed 45 types of witches, but many variations exist in almost every culture and hybrid traditions are created as time passes and more cultures intersect.

Different Types of Witches

Alexandrian Witch: A witch who practices the magic founded by Alex and Maxine Sanders in the 1960s with a focus on ritual and ceremonial magic.

Angel Witch: A witch who works with Angels rather than or in addition to traditional deities

Animist Witch: A witch who believes there is life in all things and sees no distinction between human, plant, animal, or material objects. The animist witch sees the Universe as a living entity and all are connected by it.

Augury Witch: A witch who divines omens, signs, and symbols.

Axis Mundi Witch: A witch who studies the core idea that there is a central pillar that joins Earth to Heaven.

British Traditional Witch: A witch who focuses on the superstitions and spells that originated in the British Isles.

Celtic Witch: A witch who focuses on Celtic and Welsh deities, mythology, rituals, and earth magic.

Ceremonial Witch: A witch who practices high magick (ceremonial) such as Hermetic, Thelemic, and Enochian with a rigid and step-by-step method.

Chaos Witch: A witch who has a contemporary practice that incorporates many types of magic and is guided intuitively rather than with strict steps as seen in high magick.

Chthonioi Witch: A witch who practices a variation of the Alexandrian tradition which also includes Greek gods and goddesses.

Correllian Witch: A witch that practices a type of Wicca founded in the late 20th century by Caroline High Correll. She descended from a line of Cherokee Didanvwisgi who intermarried with Scottish Traditional Witches, and Correllian witchcraft was further influenced by Aradian Witchcraft and the Spiritualist Church.

Cosmic Witch: A witch who focuses on astrology and the placement of planets, stars, and moons when practicing their craft.

Dianic Witch: Branching from Wicca, Dianic Witches focus on female deities. Dianic Witchcraft is named after the Roman goddess Diana, ruler of hunting, nature, and the Moon.

Eclectic Witch: A witch that incorporates many different traditions into their craft; slightly similar to the chaos witch, but they may follow strict guidelines if desired.

Egyptian Witch: A witch who follows a path similar to Wicca, but with a focus on the Egyptian deities.

Elemental Witch: A witch who works with the five esoteric elements: earth, air, fire, water, and spirit.

Faery Witch: A witch who works with the Fae rooted in Irish and Scottish culture.

Folk Witch: "Cunning Folk" ; hereditary witches who follow a path similar to British witchcraft and used their magic and skills for practical purposes which were passed down through generations; *not common*

Gardnerian Witch: A witch who practiced a secret, formal, and highly structured version of Wicca based on the works of Gerald Gardner, who is credited for the modern witchcraft movement.

Hearth Witch: A witch who focuses on magick in the home.

Hedge Witch: A solitary witch that holds both kitchen and green witch attributes, such as making healing potions and brews in the kitchen; think of the old women in the woods archetype.

Hellenic Witch: A pagan witch who worships the ancient Greek pantheon of gods and goddesses.

Hereditary Witch: Unique to each family, a hereditary witch learns from their ancestral line.

Kitchen Witch: A witch who focuses on magick at home, especially the kitchen.

Left-handed Witch: A witch who often breaks taboos.

Luciferian Witch: A witch who believes Lucifer as the "bringer of light" and reveres the angel for enlightenment, independence, questioning authority, and progressive ideals.

Lunar Witch: A witch that heavily uses the cycles of the moon to do nearly all her magical work.

Music Witch: A witch who uses music as the medium of her magic.

Neo-Pagan Witch: An umbrella term for witches who practice newer forms of the craft such as Wicca, Gardernianism, and all new earth-based customs.

Norse Witch: A witch who centers their craft around Norse tradition of ancient sorcery and deities such as Odin and Freya.

Right-handed Witch: A witch that practices magic that is guided by social norms.

Satanic Witch: A witch that lives by the seven Satanic tenets and is strongly against the constructs of a dictatorial society; has nothing to do with worshiping the Christian's idea of Lucifer. Devil-worshiping does exist elsewhere under the broad realm of witchcraft, neither is exclusive to one another.

Scandinavian Witch: A witch who practices and studies Danish Folklore and some Norse traditions.

Secular Witch: A witch who practices magick without worshiping any deities, or their deities and witchcraft are kept separate.

Shamanic Witch: A witch who uses an altered state of consciousness to deliver their magic.

Sigil Witch: Also known as Word Witch, these practitioners use sigils and words weaved into their magic

Solitary Witch: A witch who practices alone rather than in a coven.

Tech Witch: A witch who does most of her work digitally or with some form of technology; this will become more prevalent over time in modern witchcraft.

Thelema Witch: A witch who uses the occult philosophy founded by Aleister Crowley, which centers around ceremonial magic and Egyptian rituals.

Wiccan Witch: A witch who practices the modern pagan religion of Wicca introduced by Gerald Gardner. ***Note: Wicca is a religion; witchcraft is not a religion, although can be involved in religious beliefs and should thus be legally protected equally.

Final Thoughts

Do you know another type of witch that I do not have listed here? Do you feel the definitions correctly describe your path? Which path are you the most interested in? Leave a comment!

Blessed be!