Ley

Reminder to the witchcraft community that:

Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful

This hit 10k in A DAY

No. I want the night sky back. I want sparrows back. I want to see as many butterflies as I did when I was a child. I want fucking insects to go splat on my fucking windshield because at least that means there's insects. I want the woods I grew up in to not have died. I want "oh look, a plane!" back instead of "wow, I can't see a single plane in the sky, weird." I want clothes that survive being washed and washing machines that survive being used. I want to not see overpriced strawberries from Egypt rotting on the supermarket shelf when it's not strawberry season. I want tomatoes that taste like tomatoes.

i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this

The core of this book is a question; why do people believe strange things? When a medieval frenchman believes that the planet mars floats on a sea of rarified aether, and is pushed across the sky by a cadre of angels, why does he believe that? The answer, broadly speaking, is history. The value of rainstorms in the deserts of Jerusalem lend popularity to a god of storms. German doctors purchase alchemical flasks to distill medicine. A Russian noblewoman uses her husband's money to hold seance parties in America. History conspires to shape what is normal to believe, and what is not. But history never sits still. Religion, politics, economics, philosophy, the myriad gears of history are always changing and growing. What is normal one day, might be strange and backwards the next. To understand magic, we must understand its history.

“We have forgotten what rocks, plants, and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be — to be still, to be ourselves, to be where life is: Here and Now.”