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sweetmournings · 28 days
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Santa Muerte shrines
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ocean-not-found · 4 months
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Mary, Mother of all, She gives life.
Holy Death, Mother of All, She takes life.
Its a cycle. The Ouroboros biting its tail. Eating itself. These Gods * represent the order of the world. I love them, so.
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trippibrujx · 7 months
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Names & Colors for Santa Muerte:
La Cabrona: (The-Goat)Refers to her darker nature
La Dama Poderosa: The Powerful Lady
La Flaca: The Skinny Lady
La Huesuda: The Boney lady
La Madrina: The Godmother
La Niña: The Girl
La Niña Blanca: The White Girl
La Niña Santa: The Holy Girl
La Santísima Muerte: The Most Holy Death
La Señora de las Sombras: The Lady of the Shadows
La Señora Negra: The Black Lady
Santa Sebastiana: St. Sebastienne
Symbolism:
Boney/Skeletal Physique: Her skeletal figure is associated with death.
Cloak: Invisibility as Death's constant prescence. (Magic involving protection and safety often emphasizes her cloak during spell-work.)
Halo: Divinity
Hourglass: Death's dominion over time.
Lamp: Wisdom and guidance.
Owl: Wisdom, the night, and the omen of death in Mexican folklore.
Scales: Balance, she is neutral and unjudging but we should also balance our lives accordingly.
Scythe: Harvesting souls; reap what you sow.
World Globe: Dominion over all life on earth.
Colors:
Black: (default color of her cloak) Protection magick and hexes.
White: (Other cloak default color) Purification.
Red: Sex-magick, Romantic-love, Passion
Green: Legal/Court-Magick, Self-love, Healing(autoimmune), Justice
Blue: Wisdom-magick, Mental Clairty, Communication, Knowledge.
Purple: Healing, Transformational, Third-eye,
Brown: Grounding, Transitional
Rainbow: Silver = luck, Copper = breaking of negative energies, Gold = abundance/prosperity, Red = love/sex, Blue = wisdom/connection to spirituality, Green = justice, Purple = health/transformative thinking. (One specific spell targeting all aspects)
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lailoken · 8 months
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While driving across the country to get back home from visiting my family, I took a particularly rural route, which had me spending my nights in several isolated little towns. One of these nights happened to fall upon the Dark Moon, beneath which I am oathbound to undertake a Chthonic Eucharist of sorts in the name of the Bone Mother. I normally carry out these Lunar Rites within the bounds of the Yarth—our ritually sanctified Boneyard—but found myself having to play things by ear this evening.
Once night had fallen, and the nowhere-town I was in was well asleep, I allowed my feet to carry me towards a liminal place—an open field with two poplars at its center, looking like a gateway or a set of ancient pillars. Trusting in my instincts, I made my way to this Place Betwixt and gave a humble offering in the name of Holy Death.
Strange though it may have been, this ceremony actually proved a particularly powerful one for me. There is something so very wisht about prowling the overgrown lots of an alien town under cover of the Dark Moon, with only my shadow to keep me company.
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maggie-may-ela · 2 months
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nayson-13 · 7 months
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Santa Muerte by Kypris Aquarelas
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tabernacleheart · 8 months
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...Man's suffering shows what God can do. Affliction, sorrow, pain, disappointment, loss always are opportunities for displaying God's grace. First, it enables the sufferer to show God in action. When trouble and disaster fall upon a man who does not know God, that man may well collapse; but when they fall on a man who walks with God, they bring out the strength and the beauty, and the endurance and the nobility, which are within a man's heart when God is there. It is told that when an old saint was dying in an agony of pain, he sent for his family, saying: "Come and see how a Christian can die." It is when life hits us a terrible blow that we can show the world how a Christian can live, and, if need be, die. Any kind of suffering is an opportunity to demonstrate the glory of God in our own lives. 
William Barclay
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triste-guillotine · 6 months
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HOLY DEATH "Abraxas" Demo 1994 (Luciferian Polish Black Metal from the dark past)
1. Abraxas 2. Inferno 3. Astral Nightmare 4. Sodomy of Megido 5. Necromancy 6. Black Inquisition 7. Blasphemy of Churches 8. Prology of Death
HOLY DEATH "Abraxas" | Holy Death | Old Temple (bandcamp.com)
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hoveringaboveuranus · 28 days
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Holy Mother Death - Patron of the Lost
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In shadows deep, where whispers softly fall, There dwells a figure veiled in robes of night, A holy mother, heeded by the thrall, Her presence fills the hearts with sacred light.
Santa Muerte, patroness of the lost, In your embrace, all find a refuge sweet, Your gaze, a beacon on the tempest tossed, Guiding weary souls to safe retreat.
In life's dark alleys and in death's domain, Your faithful gather, seeking solace true, Through trials dire, they call upon your name, And find in you their strength, their hope, their view.
O holy mother, with your gentle grace, We praise thee, evermore, in every place.
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iopanic · 29 days
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The Veil of Night's Embrace
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In the shadowed veil of night's embrace, Where whispers dance and secrets grace, There reigns a deity, both fierce and fair, Santa Muerte, in your tender care.
With bones adorned in crimson hue, Your gaze pierces souls, both old and new, Yet in your presence, I find solace sweet, In your divine embrace, I find retreat.
O Lady of the Shadows, sovereign of the dark, In your realm, I bare my heart, For in your eyes, I see the truth, In your embrace, I find my youth.
In your presence, fears dissolve, In your arms, I find resolve, For in the realm where shadows reign, Your love, Santa Muerte, shall forever remain.
So here I stand, in reverence true, With whispered prayers, I come to you, To ask for love, both deep and pure, And in return, my heart I assure.
Santa Muerte, in your divine grace, In your embrace, I find my place, For in your love, I find my light, Guiding me through the darkest night.
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sabiazothpsyche · 11 months
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A new project that my Being worked on. Her name is, Santísima Muerte (Holy Death,) a saint that is known among the Mexican religious/occult practices.
The FIRST PICTURE in color is my work, completely altering the original.
The SECOND PICTURE in black and white is the original.
Let my Being know what you guys think of my alterations.
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ocean-not-found · 7 months
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I love you, Santa Muerte. My Lady Holy Death. My Rose. My Life. My Hope.
I love you i love you i love you
Mwah mwah mwah
🥀💀🖤
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funeralreaper · 6 months
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selfborn · 2 years
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“Condemned by the Catholic Church” AJ+ on YouTube
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stolenkissesfromhim · 7 months
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