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iridescent-witch-life · 23 hours
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Emmagriffinwitch
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samwisethewitch · 4 months
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I'd love if people reblogged and tagged this poll with their answer, their religious identity (if any), and the type of magic they practice! No judgement for any particular answer, just genuinely curious.
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lilithmerlot · 1 year
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I need some sisterhood like this, I’m taking applications
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Motivated by a mutual, here’s an ask game!
1 What do you practice?
2 Does a particular faith inform your craft, or alternatively, if your faith and magic are separate- why is this distinction between the two important to you?
3 What paradigm or philosophy do you adhere to?
4 What culture(s) is your magic rooted in?
5 For my dual faith folks, do you practice a historically attested syncretism or one of your own creation?
6 How easy or difficult has it been for you to hold to a dual faith observance?
7 What are some of your favorite tools?
8 What are some of your favorite books, or books you would recommend to a novice?
9 What’s something you wish more people understood about the craft?
10 What’s something you’re tired of explaining to people?
11 How would you define witchcraft?
12 Your favorite things about the occult community? Whether it’s your local community, if you’re lucky enough to have one, an online community or whatever!
13 Least favorite things about the community?
14 Go to herbal allies?
15 What’s something you feel is often overlooked?
16 Books in general you recommend or are interested in?
17 go to animal allies?
18 go to mineral allies?
19 most unorthodox thing you’ve utilized in magic?
20 what’s something you’re currently interested in and/or learning about?
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queer-folk-witch · 8 days
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for my fellow witches who practice christian folk magic and use the rosary, I've written a special set of prayers for Palestine. Feel free to use and distribute this if you wish.
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servantofthefates · 2 years
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“If the coffin hits anything at all, Death will come back for more.”
That’s what old people say.
In the Philippines, whenever someone dies, we hold a wake for 5-7 days. During this time, friends and family visit the deceased to pay their respects. There are prayers, feasting, singing and games. A celebration of a life that once was.
And the most critical moment? The last one on the last day. Pallbearers must ensure that when moving the coffin from the family home into the funeral hearse... it never hits a corner, a wall or anything at all.
Because according to superstition, if it does, Death considers it an invitation to return to the home and fetch more souls.
I’ve heard numerous anecdotes about this being true. Told over and over again. Stories passed down for generations. A family of five that all died within a week. Friends who passed away within days of each other. An entire village that was felled by what seemed like a plague. All because a coffin hit a wall.
But none of it is true.
My ancestors made it up.
To keep the truth hidden.
They were seven siblings in all. Four girls and three boys. The first six were supernaturally blessed. The youngest was not.
Today, we don’t care if this happens. So what if little Johnny can’t tell the future or cast a spell? He could be a successful lawyer, doctor, entrepreneur. He’s not missing out on the chance to become fulfilled in this incarnation.
But back then, being a “Squib” in a witching family meant you were worthless.
And so Teofilo and Saturnina — the eldest two — asked the rest, “Should we share our powers with our youngest?” And they all said yes.
A ritual was performed. Orisons were chanted. Blood magic was invoked. And so their powers flowed, from one sibling to another. Which means they now shared one life. If one dies, the rest would follow.
Then and until very recently, traditional witches in my country pretended to be Catholics. The truth would have made them outcasts. Labelled as evil. 
And so to hide the supernatural way they would die in the future, and prevent their children being branded as witches, the siblings made up a superstition and spread it: “If the coffin hits anything at all, Death will come back for more.”
Many decades after they planted the seed, it fully bloomed. So when Crisanta, the third sibling, died of an illness, and the other six followed within a matter of minutes… nobody suspected they were witches.
Instead, all the neighbors said, “Alas. The pallbearers must have hit a wall, inviting Death to come back for more.”
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This is the second one because the first wasn't long enough. Sorry, I made this one much larger to better accommodate everyone.
If you feel comfortable share how you started or what got you interested.
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delicatelydeceased · 2 years
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A witch’s curios🕯🦴
© Delicately Deceased | Instagram • Shop
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thekelpiemaster · 2 years
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🖤Horseshoe Talisman 🖤
The horse shoe can be used for protection against the evil eye, evil spirits, protection of the home, barn, and livestock, to bring in good luck, good fortune, and good health to the home.
The cinnamon sticks bring in wealth, prosperity, money, success, and help with protection of the home.
The bells ward of evil and bad spirits when they chime. They also work as a sound cleanser to cleanse the home, space, and people who enter the home!
I hope to have these available in my shop in the next few weeks! These are perfect rustic looking talismans to keep on your door!
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cottageyuuboo · 2 years
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My favorite thing ever. New books! 📚😍
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alaratheawful · 1 year
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I came across this article in a Facebook group, and it hit me in chest. The website is a little hokey, but its a good post.
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elhoimleafar · 1 year
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Forms of Traditional Witchcraft saying you can't have a coven just made by men, run in the same direction of "you can't have a whole coven made by women".
Are you saying independent women need to have a man in their circle to "complement" their sacred space?.
And this goes in the same direction as "you can't have a trans/non-binary person in the circle". Are you saying that these minorities don't have the right to put in practice a Craft made and carried by minorities?.
English is not my first language, so explain this as if I were in primary school.
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I don’t think there’s anything wrong with working with a pair of witching gods, that’s something I’ve been called to do myself. However I think it’s important to remember that witch queen/mother and witch father/king are titles and archetypes- not gods in and of themselves.
The devil wears many masks. He’s many spirits with a “common core”. Liminal, impossible to pin down or box.
Yet I don’t think it’s fair to smush every witch king into one entity. There’s many devils. Not every devil, not every witchfather is a dying and resurrecting agrarian spirit- as much as I enjoy that motif. Not every witch mother is a stellar and terrestrial spirit. Some are, a lot are. However more than anything I think erases the identities of local spirits/“witching gods” to insist every witch king/queen is THE witch king/queen. How does The Abess fit the archetype of a stellar/earthy goddess? Herodias? How does Harlequin fit the agrarian motifs?
My spirits aren’t consorts. My devil is a local one and has no dying/resurrecting mythology. There’s nothing wrong with working with a “witching couple” or utilizing the concepts of a cyclical agrarian spirit or a stellar goddess. My devil isn’t a disguised pagan god.
Again I don’t have an issue with witches who do work this way. I see no problem with Traditional witches venerating star goddess and an agricultural devil. It’s just I don’t want people to think they HAVE to work that way.
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queer-folk-witch · 5 months
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Example of a contract to make with a familiar spirit
Agreement between Witch and Familiar Spirit:
1. Assistance:
- The Familiar agrees to assist the Witch in any endeavors it is able to, when requested.
2. Communication:
- The Familiar will communicate insights, warnings, and guidance to the Witch through dreams, intuition, divination, or other methods as necessary.
4. Respect:
- The Witch and Familiar acknowledge each other's autonomy and agree to respect each other's sovereignty.
5. Offerings:
- The Witch agrees to provide offerings of food, drink, and enrichment to the Familiar.
6. Duration:
- This agreement is effective indefinitely, unless either party wishes to terminate the partnership.
Take what works for you, leave what doesn't, it's your own practice, etc.
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servantofthefates · 2 years
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"So what did you sacrifice for yours?"
My nail technician asked me with a smile.
Traditional witches — those who inherited it — can recognize each other at first glance.
And I could tell she was from Samar, one of the most notoriously supernatural places in the Philippines. 
You see, while witchcraft in the Western world in 2022 is all about cute tarot cards and cheap crystals on Amazon, witchcraft in the purest parts of the Philippines is still the way it always has been. Pain and retribution. Magical healing and definite fortunetelling.
Some say it’s bullshit. But if you haven’t gone there yourself and truly witnessed it, you have no right to speak.
And those of you who aren't just pretending will know this: A witch's powers come at a price. You have to sacrifice something in order to secure it.
"You first," I told her.
"My beauty," Bertha said. That’s what we’ll call her.
"Nah, you still have it." She does.
"Then why do you think I'm a manicurist?" she asked. "I could've been Miss Universe. You have no idea."
“How was your initiation like?” I asked her.
She said it was her grandfather who had it. He surrounded his house with wax apple and mango trees. Whenever his neighbors would ask for permission to take some fruits, he would always gladly give it. But one time, a bunch of travelers passed by and didn’t think to ask first. One died on the spot, the other’s mouth rotted for days before he too died, and the third was left alive as a warning to others.
“Was it your grandpa’s pet entities living in the trees, or…?” I clarified.
“Orisons planted with the trees. The strongest kind of witchcraft.”
“Yes. When you can hurt, heal and help with just words and nothing more, you’re among the most powerful,” I added.
When her grandpa was in his late 90s, and his shoulders were almost touching his knees, he still wouldn’t die. Because it — his power — wouldn’t let him. Not until he’s passed it on. But his son, Bertha’s dad, was a devout Catholic and wanted nothing to do with this “evil”. His daughter, Bertha’s aunt, failed the inheritance ritual when she ran away screaming from a snake in the forest.
Bertha, then still really just a girl, had always been in awe of how everyone feared her grandfather. Unwealthy though they were, no one ever did them harm. They were afraid to. People had more respect for them than they did for the Mayor, the Chief of Police and the old-money families in their province. So she asked her grandpa to pass it on to her.
In the dead of night, Bertha’s grandpa took her to the forest, which was only nearby. When they came to a gigantic tree, he spoke a foreign incantation, and a cave opened underneath it.
“Always look straight ahead. No matter what you hear, never turn even the slightest,” his grandpa instructed. “And follow my exact footsteps, even if there seems to be a hole where I stepped.”
And so she did. Even when an enormous snake slithered to where her grandfather stood just a moment before, she stepped on it. Not fearlessly, but bravely.
“It was very anticlimactic,” she told me. “There was no fearsome fairy waiting at the end of the path. Nor a well of shining diamonds, or a gathering of my ancestors’ ghosts. There was just darkness and quiet. The purest kind of both.”
Her grandfather started speaking. “She has no child to give up. She is only a child herself. She has no wealth to sacrifice. We neither have nor desire it. She has no talent to offer. She can neither sing nor recite poetry. But by gods, is she beautiful.”
“Bertha, are you willing to give it up?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
Bertha started screaming. As if boiling water was devouring her skin. Her chest felt like it was on fire. She was being burned alive. She fainted.
Her grandfather told her the sacrifice lasted about 10 seconds. She said it felt like it took years. Her body remains scarred to this day.
“Why is it worth it?” I asked. A loaded question. Of course it’s worth it.
“Some people train their whole lives to be able to defend themselves. Others spend millions of money on a cure for their illnesses. I only have to utter a word, and all harm sent towards me will ricochet. I may get COVID, but I will never die, unless I’m ready.”
“Awesome,” I said.
“Your turn,” she reminded me.
“Would you rather have my answer, or that?” I asked, pointing to the iconic green box of Patchi beside my Palm Springs Mini.
She laughed. “I’ll have the chocolate. You keep your secrets.”
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