The Daily Life Of A Witch

check moon and venus signs, sun if you like

aries

the angel with eight wings and no halo. you fly above sleepless cities at night and yearn for the glowing lights. you are the angel that wishes to live on earth and kiss all the mortal strangers with cherry lips, red like summer fruit.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

taurus

the angel who walks among people on earth. you have no wings but there is an otherworldly glow around you, deep and silent like half bitter coffee in the early morning. you sit in hidden libraries and dream of golden skies and flying fish.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

gemini

the angel with 20 blinking eyes. you are the angel that sends whispers of advice spinning down to earth in silver gusts of wind. you make the tides turn and the papaya flowers blossom in the early springtime.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

cancer

the guardian angel with a shining halo. the angel who washes the shells like love letters up on sandy beaches. you watch the follies of human beings from a pink cloud in the sky, and cry streams of starlight.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

leo

the angel with wings large as oceans. you float above sleeping people and laugh like sunlight. your fingers are the kiss of life as you brush the earth unthinkingly, lightly. you are the angel that sweeps the oceans with your wings, sending sea spray across the land.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

virgo

the angel who guards the gates to heaven. your golden skin glows like moonlight on water as you peer through the clouds at the earth below. you blink your eyes through golden eyelashes as you hold your golden notebook and write golden words in heaven’s ink.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

libra

the angel of loving. your dragonfly wings can barely support you but still you perch on windowsills and rooftops and gaze down at the passers-by at night. you kiss strangers and eat sugar cubes out of the moon’s palm.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

scorpio

the angel who came down from heaven and hides in a dark blue seaside town. the people whisper your name like a secret and dream of feathered wings. your lips taste like salt and red wine and you weep for the skies.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

sagittarius

the angel with flowers in her hair. you have the desert in your fingers and the forest in your feet. when you cry, you cry oceans. you are the angel who falls in love with everyone, and everyone falls back in love with you tenfold. summer’s rotten fruit juice flows through your veins.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

capricorn

the angel who sits by the window. your fingers stitch flowers onto the fields and clouds into the skies. heaven is your home, but earth but for all her sadness calls to you; tea in the morning, rain in the evening. your halo, gently gold, unspoiled.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

aquarius

the angel who smokes a cigarette outside a downtown bar. your feathered wings are nothing to the neon signs. you look like a painting as you dance under the flashing lights, brushing the hands of everyone as you spin circles.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

pisces

As such, lemme introduce you to Special Oil #20.

Special Oil #20 is, for context, a condition oil that’s about as general purpose as a condition oil can come. You can use it to dress candles, annoint petition papers and charms, or even wear it for a burst of luck. Best part about Special Oil #20 is that it works as a carrier oil for other spells, so you can compound its effects with your other workngs.

There are a metric fuckton of recipes out there for a “Special Oil #20”, each with a diverse array of ingredients and/or purported effects. The OG formula, which is theorized to take its name because it was the 20th recipe in a magicians working notebook, has pretty much been lost to time, but modern Special Oil #20 blends nevertheless pack a punch. Here’s one of the best, simplest formulas I’ve ever learned.

Take a fistful of dried Patchouli and dump it into a pan. Cover this completely with some sort of carrier oil (I’m using olive oil for the batch that’s cooking as I write this, but sweet almond is a classic, jojoba works, really any non-mineral oil) and stir so that there are no pockets of air.

Take this pan and place it over a pot full of boiling water, effectively making a double boiler. Cook on low heat (like 120 to 140 F) for an hour, or until the smell of the carrier oil is replaced by the smell of the patchouli. Add more herb as needed.

Take this oil and strain with cheese cloth or a mesh sieve into a sterile glass bottle, label and date, and seal with an airtight seal.

Place this oil on a shrine or altar or what have you and store there until appropriately consecrated (you guys can figure this out), praying over it to have the desired effect if you’re into that.

After consecration, store in a cool dark place when not in use, and keep until it smells whack or looks super cloudy (rule of thumb is to toss after a year).

Congrats, you’ve got Special Oil #20

Happy Conjuring,

The red backing and white circle set off some red flags in my mind, but the hashtag seemed odd, and upon further investigation they turned out to be a Nazi sympathizer

SO LET ME MAKE THIS PERFECTLY CLEAR

THIS BLOG DOES NOT TOLERATE NAZIS

THIS BLOG DOES NOT TOLERATE TRANSPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, ANTISEMITISM, ISLAMOPHOBIA, RACISM, OR ANYTHING SIMILAR TO THESE TYPES OF SENTIMENTS

Keep your disgusting hate-filled sentiments away from my blog and if I find any blogs or comments in my activity supporting this genocide-supporting bullshit I will block and report them immediately. The idea of people like this using my sigils makes my stomach turn.

Teeth. 

We’re born with them buried in our skull, waiting to pop through our gums and allow us to eat solid food. We have two sets of teeth; our infant teeth, known affectionately as “milk teeth” or “peggies” (in my family, at least) and our second and final set - our adult teeth.  Some of us are blessed (or cursed) with four extra teeth our wisdom teeth, named so because they appear later than the rest of our teeth - when we are supposedly wiser than we were when our first adult teeth begin coming through. 

But, what magic[k] do teeth hold? What uses do they have in witchcraft and spirituality? Let’s find out. 

“I Find Cheap Treasures”

“People Don’t Stare At Me”

“This Is A Negativity Free Zone”

Ocean-Teabag’s earliest designs included beautiful dolphin tea bags filled with blue mallow tea leaves. Steeping them turns your otherwise normal pot of water into a tranquil ocean. Proving to be a hit among tea lovers, Ocean-Teabag expanded their repertoire to many other sea creatures including the sea turtle (butterfly pea jasmine tea)…

the distinctive ocean sunfish (Japanese hojicha — roasted green tea)…

the graceful manta ray (tropical mango tea)…

and even a blood-thirsty shark (blended herb tea).

The newest addition to their robust series of marine creatures is a tea bag shaped like an innocuous sea cucumber. This little parcel is filled with jasmine tea, as well as a smidgen of sea cucumber powder to lend some authenticity. Ocean-Teabag warns that some people who have a sensitive tongue may find it tasting a little fishy.

The company also crafted a deep sea series that will satisfy even the most adventurous of tea drinkers out there. A few such examples are the anglerfish (earl grey tea)…

the creepy giant isopod (Eastern Beauty oolong tea)…

the horseshoe crab (white apricot tea)…

…and lastly the king of them all, the enormous giant oarfish. ( Delicious Assam tea of epic proportions! ) Just like its namesake, it measures a whopping 19 centimeters (7.5 inches). Drinking tea becomes an art when half of your tea bag hangs out of your cup.

 While the notion of turning your cup of tea into fish-inhabiting waters is not new, these tea bags will hopefully conjure up images of gentle ocean waves in your mind. 

what i mean by this is, a lot of people will boast about how ~their gods came knocking, not the other way around~ and how finding The Sign that a god is expecting your worship is tantamount to proper pagan religious practice. and while these things can absolutely be a part of any practice, the flip side is rarely, if ever, discussed at all.

it’s okay to look at a religion and decide you want to be that religion (barring closed religions, of course). it’s okay to say, “these are the gods i want to worship” and then just go about your business worshiping them. while many of us will sort of backtrack and look at things that happened in our lives and say, “yep, i was oblivious, but that was ____”, the decision to worship is ultimately ours.

the Theoi didn’t grab me by the hair and demand my worship. Apollo didn’t kick me in a dream and tell me to worship him. being a hellenic polytheist, and everything that entails, was and IS a conscious choice. it is my choice to abide by hellenic ethics, to indulge in hellenic traditions, and to worship the Theoi.

- a stable job that i love

- enough money to live comfortably and travel

Just because the guy isn’t technically a pedophile, doesn’t make him any less predatory. When you’re in your 20s you may not be a kid anymore, but you’re not fully developed as an adult either. You’re still vulnerable to predators who have the advantage of more experience and thus tools you don’t yet have, in addition to the other advantage of power imbalance due to gendered relations.

A man who wants to be your mentor, especially if he says he wants to “shape” you or anything similar, is a man who’s trying to turn you into his puppet, to make you “develop” (be molded) into the girl/woman that serves his pleasure, even if not directly sexual.

There’s predators who get off on the intellectual performance of the younger female objects of their obsessions. There’s predators who get off on your social development fitting their not-necessarily sexual fantasies. There’s predators who get off on the idea of taking a depressed girl and becoming her “savior”.

There’s people who get off to feet and fucking statues, you best believe there’s predators who get immense satisfaction from mental games against vulnerable girls/women even if they’re not (directly) sexual. And even if those things aren’t sexual at all to you, it will fuck you up. Because you’ll know or feel that you’re being used against your will, that you’re not being treated as a human, you’ll feel trapped, you’ll feel controlled, you’ll feel hopeless and disgusted with what he’s turning you into.

It’s about control, it’s about possession, it’s about ownership of who you are, it’s about having the perfect doll to play with.

It’s about you becoming mentally, emotionally, intellectually, socially dependent on them. It’s about a boost of their egos.