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Taking acid while pregnant to awaken my fetus’s consciousness and make it psychic

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I Have Found A Solution!

So, obviously classic wizard robes aren’t wheelchair friendly. (Alright, admittedly this isn’t common knowledge and also this definitely isn’t a problem for most but listen, this is a problem for me and I’m pleased to present a solution for it nonetheless.)

The issue is in the sleeves and the length of the robes. The traditional trumpet style allows them to get snagged, dirty, and caught in the wheels.

This is distinctly not an issue with other mobility aids such as canes and crutches, these wizards are fine to carry on with their trumpet sleeves simply rolled up if needed.

Now, one solution might simply to shorten the sleeves and hem to be out of the way, but that looks rather silly so I won’t do that. Instead I propose the more elegant design of a hanging sleeve to maintain that flowy magical feel while allowing for better range of motion.

Honestly I just love the look of hanging sleeves in general and think more people should appreciate them, wheelchair user or not.

In conclusion…

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It's definitely on the downturn, like, I don't think that I've seen a book written after, oh, 2005 or so that really endorsed the myth of the Burning Times, but there are still pockets of people who still do believe. A major part of this is that a lot of books that we consider to be classics were written in a time where people did believe in it, and it's a bit hard for an author to update a book thirty years after they've died.

The thing that a lot of folks maybe don't get about why this took off the way that it did is: it gave a lot of otherwise-boring upper-lower-middle-class white people who were, generally speaking, totally unremarkable, a reason to feel just a little persecuted in a way that wasn't actually uncomfortable or distressing in any way. And boring white people love that shit. It's why you see idiot conservative types yelling about how Christians are a persecuted minority in Trudeau's Canada / Biden's America - because they can feel like they are discriminated against in a way that isn't actually harming them.

Wicca has largely moved past it all and has come to accept that no actual witches were harmed in the making of this witch hysteria, but (and I am being incredibly inflammatory here, probably) I still see an awful lot of trad crafters believing that the Witches' Sabbath as depicted in contemporary art and trial records actually happened.

This is, possibly, an oddball question for you but do you have any recommendations for books about the incorrect history of the so called “burning times”? I have some wicca books in my personal library that spout the pseudo history but nothing on where it came from and why! Feel free to disregard this if you don’t have any or don’t have the spoons, and thank you for your time!

Behold my list of book recommendations! I keep it handy for just such an occasion. There isn't a specific title that talks about why the Burning Times myth is bullshit, but titles like Adler's "Drawing Down The Moon" and Ronald Hutton's "The Triumph of the Moon" do provide a much more historically accurate history of modern witchcraft and the ideas surrounding it. (Really, I think Ronald Hutton's "WITCH" and "Triumph of the Moon" should be in every witch's library. They're that good.)

You can also check out Ep. 23 of BS-Free Witchcraft, where everyone's favorite curmudgeon Trae Dorn runs down the history of the concept and the history (and pseudohistory) behind it. There's a related episode of Hex Positive (Ep. 36 - Margaret Effing Murray) where the two of us sat down in the virtual studio to talk about how Murray's writings and support for the thoroughly-debunked Witch-cult Hypothesis affected the development of the modern witchcraft movement.

Enjoy!

#Wicca #Witchcraft #Pagan #Witch hysteria #Burning Times #Mythology

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Joined the Innsmouth swim team to stay in shape but these guys are all insanely fast wtf

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Celebrating the bastard's death by bringing out the champagne that has gold leaf in it, saved for this very occasion.

Why yes, I am being crass and evil.

#Personal

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Your body is an ancestor. Your body is an altar to your ancestors. Every one of your cells holds an ancient and anarchic love story. Around 2.7 billion years ago free-living prokaryotes melted into one another to form the mitochondria and organelles of the cells that build our bodies today. All you need to do to honor your ancestors is to roll up like a pill bug, into the innate shape of safety: the fetal position. The curl of your body, then, is an altar not just to the womb that grew you, but to the retroviruses that, 200 million years ago taught mammals how to develop the protein syncytin that creates the synctrophoblast layer of the placenta. Breathe in, slowly, knowing that your breath loops you into the biome of your ecosystem. Every seven to ten years your cells will have turned over, rearticulated by your inhales and exhales, your appetites and proclivity for certain flavors. If you live in a valley, chances are the ancient glacial moraine, the fossils crushed underfoot, the spores from grandmotherly honey fungi, have all entered into and rebuilt the very molecular make up of your bones, your lungs, and even your eyes. Even your lungfuls of exhaust churn you into an ancestor altar for Mesozoic ferns pressurized into the fossil fuels. You are threaded through with fossils. Your microbiome is an ode to bacterial legacies you would not be able to trace with birth certificates and blood lineages. You are the ongoing-ness of the dead. The alembic where they are given breath again. Every decision, every idea, every poem you breathe and live is a resurrection of elements that date back to the birth of this universe itself. Today I realize that due to the miracle of metabolic recycling, it is even possible that my body, somehow, holds the cells of my great-great grandmother. Or your great-great grandmother. Or that I am built from carbon that once intimately orchestrated the flight of a hummingbird or a pterodactyl. Your body is an ecosystem of ancestors. An outcome born not of a single human thread, but a web of relations that ripples outwards into the intimate ocean of deep time.

Your Body is an Ancestor, Sophie Strand

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your haircut was actually stolen from the pagans.

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Me, grabbing the shitty little worm: SPIT HIM OUT, SPIT HIM OUT *RIGHT NOW*

Overthrowing Ap🔪ep

Let us remember, during this eclipse, that Ap🔪ep is a miserable, wretched, pathetic worm of no account, no power, no worth, no life, no name. In the event that some lowly worm such as he were to assault the Boat of Millions of Years in its courses, the august and divine majesty of Re would obviously repel such an attack immediately, and while the loathsome and insignificant worm may try to hide the radiant glory of Re from us it is ultimately a futile attempt, destined to fail before it even begins.

“Accursed and wretched is Ap🔪ep! Râ maketh thee to turn back, O thou that art hateful to him; he looketh upon thee, get thee back.

He pierceth thy head, he cutteth through thy face, he divideth thy head at the two sides of the ways, and it is crushed in his land; thy bones are smashed in pieces, thy members are hacked from off thee, and the god Aker hath condemned thee, O Âp🔪ep, thou enemy of Râ.

Get thee back, Fiend, before the darts of his beams! Râ hath overthrown thy words, the gods have turned thy face backwards, the Lynx hath torn open thy breast, the Scorpion hath cast fetters upon thee, and Maâthath sent forth thy destruction.

The gods of the south, and of the north, of the west, and of the east, have fastened chains upon him, and they have fettered him with fetters; the god Rekes hath overthrown him, and the god Hertit hath put him in chains.”

Re prevails, the rebel is annihilated, the name of Ap🔪ep is abhorrent to all and is as ashes and dust. He is without shrine or devotee, worthless, nothing and less than nothing. “Ap🔪ep, O Enemy of Re! Turn your face away! Re hates the very sight of you! Your head is crushed, O Groundling! Your bones are broken up and your flesh cut in pieces. Re has consigned you to the Earth, O Ap🔪ep! Enemy of Re!” He is buried in offal and dung! Everywhere in the land he is a mockery, a joke, worthless and nothing! “Ap🔪ep has fallen into the flame, a knife is stuck into his head, his name no longer exists anywhere on the earth!”

Let all see the victory of Re, and rejoice in His glory, for all *will* be watching Re’s victory over this wretched rebellious thing which is as nothing. A matter a million times true.

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Male captains can't find Northharbour and keep trying to dock at Southharbour.

no doubt about it traveller, you're looking for the clitoris. here, i'll mark it on your map

#Wheel of Time #WoT #Shitpost

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It's that time of year again.

I was at a witchy meeting and one member once again did the "they stole our holidays" wail because Ostara and Easter were both approaching. Now, I'm going to put aside for a moment the idea that one culture can steal spring from another culture, as if there aren't many celebrations at this time of year because something else dawned on me.

I've know my fellow witch for a decade now and she seems to have a limited understanding of Christian and/or Catholic theology along with a broad view of what is "pagan."

When she looks at Easter, she sees Easter Sunday and the giving of Easter baskets and search for Easter eggs and other details that were continued by various cultures as they moved to Christianity and sees that as signs of a stolen holiday.

What she misses is the Catholic concept of 40 days of fasting and sacrifice that proceeds Easter Sunday. The significance of Good Friday, the one day the church doesn't consecrate the Eucharist so there is a church service but not a Mass in the Catholic church. Then the attending of midnight vigil or Sunday morning Mass.

That is an awful lot of lore to work through in order to steal the idea Easter bunnies, eggs and baskets.

A Catholic priest's idea of a proper Easter celebration really isn't going to look as pagan as she imagines.

Which is often my whole problem with the "they" stole our holidays. Who is the "they?" Because the church itself may have had less involvement than we imagine. What we're more likely seeing is simply folk traditions moving with the people themselves.

The church didn't steal Easter Bunnies.

The church brought death and resurrection. The people said "great, and we have these bunnies we can use."

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TBH after some thought I'm wondering if Alex didn't let Maxine eat the sausages because, you know. He wanted them. In That Way.

My favourite part about that is still her using the coins to buy cigarettes. She had her priorities in order!

@blackthornwren is reading through Maxine Sanders' autobiography fictionalized retelling of her life Fire Child and getting her reactions to all of this Shit That Didn't Happen has been an absolute delight. She hasn't even got to the part with the sausages yet.

If you know, you know.

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@blackthornwren is reading through Maxine Sanders' autobiography fictionalized retelling of her life Fire Child and getting her reactions to all of this Shit That Didn't Happen has been an absolute delight. She hasn't even got to the part with the sausages yet.

If you know, you know.

#Wicca #witchcraft #alexandrian wicca #Maxine Sanders #Fire Child

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I-I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about this

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I was reading Witch Hat Atelier and decided to draw a sparkly witch from a completely different series. featuring Miss Tiffany Aching and her hat full of sky.

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you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

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Really not a fan of lists that tell you what kind of bad stuff (or, allegedly bad stuff) you ought to avoid, and don't elaborate on why. Doesn't exactly help people develop critical thinking skills.

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Love doing my daily door poem at the office 🖤