#amandragore

Incoming a short series about the folklore surrounding the Mandrake, taken from the book I'm currently reading. Too precious, too stylistically ornate for me to spare you the details ! But it contains interesting infos and refs for you my dear mutual witches! :)

Polite reminder that it's time to plant your Mandrake seeds (at least for those in France and Europe, well those in the northern hemisphere). The mandrake will only grow better from its seed if it has had a good cold snap before. AND IT'S FINALLY A BIT COLD THIS YEAR YEAH!

Highlights of the last few days:

I have a toothache. (As always when it comes to something about him.)

Nick Cave in Bercy, November, I'm getting a bit hard…

Since I incubated these two little manDRAGOre eggs, the river of dreams has been in flood.

1st night, I dream of him as a woman, I'm a man, I lose control of the car, ah😅

2nd night, I dream that I go back through rotten times carrying myself under my arm, the very pleasant thing.

3rd night, LA TOTALE : a female form dressed in black from head to TOE, insectoïde-like, which brings me before roaring water, a waterfall as powerful as a Titan, flat rocks floating on it. And then I have the whole range between going back in time and hello Spirits.

Depuis, plus rien.

Process obtained by the author of the "Petit Albert" from a peasant with whom he was staying temporarily. (16th century.) -

(…) "He told me that having prevented a Gypsy from being beaten and manhandled for having stolen a few chickens, she had taught him the secret of making a Mandrake and that, since that time, he had always prospered better and better, and that hardly a day passed without him finding something. And this is how the Gypsy had taught him to make the Mandrake. You must take a root of Bryonia which approaches the human figure, it will be brought out of the ground on a Monday in the spring, when the moon is in a happy constellation, either in conjunction with Jupiter, or in amiable aspect with Venus ; the extremities of this root are cut off, as gardeners do when they wish to transplant a plant ; then we must bury it in a cemetery, in the middle of the grave of a dead man and water it before sunrise for a month, with cow's milk in which we will have drowned three bats ; at the end of this time it is removed from the ground and found to resemble the human figure more closely ; we dry it in an oven heated with Verbena, we keep it wrapped in a piece of shroud which was used to wrap a dead body. As long as one is in possession of this mysterious root, (…) one sees one's luck increasing every day."

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That's today's stage, guys.

You will have all the stages, each time she prepares, either to wake from her sleep, Sleeping Beauty, or to bloom.

Do not expect to cut the steps with me !

She has kindly decided to put all her strength into growing from a tiny seed to honor and give prosperity to my house, and since I witness her whims (I mean whim in a literary meaning of "fantasies") and see at the same time with what constancy she shows friendship towards me - who takes care of Her

- I wanted to tell you a secret, sorcerers of all kind, to attract good fortune and the like, glamours, etc, you absolutely don't need a DRY root of Mandrake. You need a Mandrake to decide to come and stay with you. You have to be ready to make room for Her, because she takes a lot. You have to be ready for anything. Because she is capable of anything.

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So beautiful. Like a Mermaid. Yes, she is a Siren, the youngest and most beautiful and all Spring sings behind her, the Earth Shaker stands like a little child at her feet, and she dispenses her gazes of fire to whomever she decides , to whom she needs.

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SO :

I propose a collective action of prayers in February so that she finally dares to make me spring her magnificent apples of Aphrodite.

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#nursewithwound

And every fucking day, I learn goodness, and goodness, and goodness, I snort light and grace, and if it keeps going on like that, (it probably will, cause the Great "Backstage Operator" keep taking care of me) I will undoubtedly finish in a (real) war zone.

Thank You.

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Sun God, I pray for your incoming sacrifice ! Sun God, I pray for your incoming sacrifice ! Sun God, I pray for your incoming sacrifice !

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but reality is

half-hidden in the back of a room. - Mandragore stares at me and plays with my shadows. So please, move.

So this morning, blablabla... + hangover, I was very worried about my mandrakes, as it froze well last night (-6°C~).

They can endure until - 10°C normally, but they seemed a little tired today... 😱

In fact, they are in super shape, I think they are especially THIRSTY, and, and the Automnalis even seems to be giving me flowers buds!!!!

Please - please a collective prayer so that I will have Mandrake flowers in the MIDDLE of WINTER 😍