In the Broom Closet

Worse yet, I have seen a decline in critical thinking/liberal groups/clubs.

My friends: "jump his bones"

My therapist: "talk to him"

Tarot deck: "jump his bones"

My folks: "talk to him"

Crush: *just smiles*

It's me, closetedwitchlet

It's been a while since my last post. I've gone through a lot in my absence.

I feel like I'm always starting over with my magic and finding who I am as a person, so here we go again.

I felt the chill in the air today, sign of the impending change in the northern hemisphere.

Maybe I'll get it right this time, but I make no promises.

Bless be yall,

I was out visiting one of my mentors today. A lovely soul [S for privacy] who was raised in old Southern Appalachian traditions explained bone casting (also known as Osteomancy).

• it's extremely personal and specific to the caster

• he has not just bones but small trinkets that mean different things to him

• he explicitly explained to me that he hesitates to explain osteomancy because each individual piece can mean different things like:

○ the black walnut can be toxic and thus indicate toxicity. But because the shell is difficult to crack, many animals don't consume it and therefore could, depending on where it lands, mean strong barriers

○ you can research and find different meanings for the same animal bone and types of bone, but what is important is what it represents to the caster

○ same goes for types of wood and seeds (crystals aren't a heavy influence in Appalachian culture, but doesn't mean you can't use it in casting!)

Also, he makes sure to always leave flowers where he found the bones he works with as a sign of gratitude and also feeling sorry for the animal.

The smell of burning mugwort conjures a beautiful feeling in my bones. This offering is for Hekate, with the symbol of a coiled snake.

*burn offerings safely!*

Love the goddess. Show me where to go.