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I wanted to take a moment to share a few old school tips and tricks of the craft I have fallen back on in a pinch that many of you who are experienced may already know, but we all fall victim to consumerism - I know this well as a solo small business owner running my own little witch shop on Etsy- it's real easy to think you absolutely need something to work your magic when in reality the only thing you need is the strength of will to manifest your desires.
The reason being is that it seems like many newcomers to witchcraft / spell crafting seem to think that they need all these pre requisite things to work successful magic daily and some of those things just aren't practical.
•I don't have an endless supply of Sage to dry for smudge bundling (especially now that I inadvertently killed my poor Leatherleaf Sage plant), but I do often use 'Witch's Salt', aka 'Black Salt' or 'Blessed Salt' to cleanse an area or consecrate a space as all it requires is salt and ash. The blessing is a given.
•I may not have a specific chime candle on hand of the color specified for a particular spell, but white tealights are something that I have an abundance of and a white candle may be substituted for any candle color in a spell.
•Don't forget to check the pantry for items that can be integrated into your spells or rituals. For example, sugar and honey may be used for truth seeking spells, to 'sweeten' a relationship or a business deal, or in spells for attraction. Many common herbs found on the typical spice rack have an abundance of magical uses. You may be surprised at the results you find for those in your kitchen when you search their name + magic / witchcraft!
•The kid's room or craft closet can be full of potentially magical tools and objects! Don't forget that 'spell weaving' is a thing- the earliest instance of which was the creation of 'Witch's ladders' by knotting or braiding symbolic objects or charms together with colored cord, hair, jute, yarn, and or whatever it is you have available.
•Check your backyard. Literally and figuratively. Your local area may be abundant in native magickal plants and other tools like sea shells. One of my customers requested that I did not add seashells to her mystery box order because she lives on an island. I live in Florida near the coast, seashells are easily acquired, but if you're a city witch and/or landlocked, the closest natural resource may just be located at the farmer's market if you're lucky, if not, the corner store, which doesn't help much, but the above tips will!
•Look into alternative divination methods. I hand craft many rune sets, pendulums, dowsing, and oracle / talking boards for my shop, and they are some of my best sellers, but the most popular forms of interpreting the ebb and flow of energies throughout time and space aren't necessarily the best, and more importantly, the best for you. If you are a chronic tea drinker but you have never looked into interpreting tea leaves, don't you think that maybe you should give it a shot? How many times have you stared at the assorted plant matter in your cup, personifying the blobs like a child staring up at clouds passing through the sky? Seriously- it might be telling you something! This practice, known as Tasseography, is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to potential divination tools. Casting crystals, palmistry, even the casting of bones can be used as a form of divination. Once you explore these alternative methods, you may find one you connect with instantly you just so happen to already have the materials for.
•Your local library probably has more books on witchcraft, wicca, paganism etc. Than you thought. I live in a predominantly Catholic Christian city mostly populated by senior citizens. When I first started exploring spirituality and the many facets of it when I was eleven or so, the public library was a place I spent a lot of time in that I was originally astounded at their catalogue of occult manuscripts. If the public library isn't an option for you, you can find a wealth of free e texts here on the web in this public domain archive. There is a wealth of knowledge to be had just sitting on your sofa, should you desire it. Never forget!
The point is to not fall into the trap of thinking something is magical or has magical / spiritual Properties just because someone else claims this to be so! If you aren't in a position to acquire the various components of a particular spell, don't hesitate to to make substitutions as needed. The magic is, and always has been, in you!
If you looking for a new array of altar Supplies and spell crafting tools intuitively selected just for you, you may also find them in my mystery boxes, discounted currently for Imbolc. (If you still desire to spend your money, that's on you) :)
The Miqo’te woman had rather preferred when it was quiet.
The castrum was under attack, and she was finding the noise overwhelming, find it hard to think. She could feel the aether, thick in the air, from magitek weapons fire and thrown spells being flung around her.
She felt as though she could breath it in, feel it, hot in the air, hot in her chest and belly, flowing through her. She felt as though if she would just stop a moment, she could grab it somehow. She wanted to.
She wanted Liana and Papanan and herself to survive more.
A nearby wall exploded inward, with thunderous noise, and all three of them were flung unceremoniously to the ground. Liana was quick to crab crawl her way behind a nearby caltrop. The Miqo’te woman had though she had seen a hint, the false gray of an image of the wall exploding, and she managed to roll with the hit, coming to rest on her hands and knees, shaken but uninjured.
Papanan had not been so lucky. She could see him nearby, staggered, blood flowing from a wound on his head. He was still conscious, and still moving; she saw him slowly try to lift himself off the ground, holding a hand to his fresh wound.
She also saw one of the hostile soldiers moving towards him.
She could see it, in her mind’s eye. Possibilities coalescing, appearing to her as greyscale images. Less likely ones were lighter in shade, threatening to vanish into nothing. More certain ones were darker, with sharper contrasts. It was as though she could see the soldier as they considered their options.
And then she saw one in particular coalesce, and she sprinted forward, intent on ensuring it could not happen.
The soldier’s sword came up just as she tackled Papanan out of the way, and behind her, she heard it clash as it hit the ground heavily, the soldier having spent too much energy in a heavy wind up for what he thought was a sure kill. She wrapped her body around Papanan to protect him, and planted her feet.
The aether called to her. The warmth was overwhelming, now. She could feel it in the air, she could feel it in herself. It was already alive, but just needed a bit more.
It just needed a spark, and a focus, and it would aspect into something more, something not at all etherial.
Power.
She was connected to the land through her stance. She was a conduit between the earth and the sky, she was a pass through which the energy could flow. She could feel it whelming up within her now.
She spared a glance for the soldier, and she saw the future possibilities.
They all ended with his sword in her.
She closed her eyes, and ignited the power she felt within. It was hot, so hot. It felt sickly, sticky. It felt like so much pressure, needing release.
She just needed a focus, and she opened her eyes, and looked at her hand, and then, in a smooth motion, she swept her hand towards the soldier’s face before he could bring his sword down again.
She felt the power inside of her ignite, light up. It flowed into her violently, rushing, sweeping in from the ambient aether into her, where she pumped it, excited it, and it coalesced in the palm of her hand, a dark vibrating orb of barely restrained aspected aether. Black whisps of smoke poured out of her hand, and she saw it become partially unmade, the black vapors rapidly coalescing into the black sphere of energy that was sustained there.
And then the moment was over, as she snapped her focus to the soldier. The black sphere snaked away from her, faintly trailing its black mist, and slammed into him, igniting into a fireball. She heard it more than she felt it, a thunderous roar inside of her very self, and she felt it plenty, her hand continuing to be unmade in the aftermath of the spell.
The soldier fared far worse, however, as he was blasted back. He went down amongst the rubble, and stayed there.
She curled over on herself, grasping her hand to her chest, and she took deep, gulping breaths. Inside of her, she felt expanded, somehow. As though she could do that again, pull on somehow greater energies, could perhaps follow up with an even mightier spell. And if not for her hand, perhaps she might try-
Beneath her, Papanan groaned. She looked up to where she had last seen Liana, and saw Liana’s eyes go wide, but they were not looking at her. They were looking past her. She turned, and saw more soldiers in the breach.
She saw a cascade of future possibilities, and she did not like any of them.
She looked down at her hand. The effect on it had slowed, but still. She could see black wisping off of it still. She could see muscle and tendons. They were splotchy, disjointed, unnaturally unmade.
She took a deep breath in, and planted her feet again. She could feel the aether once more, hanging thick in the air. It was so close to ignition. It was excited. It was as though it wanted to be remade, repurposed.
As though it wanted to be made real just long enough to unmake everything.
She was dimly aware of tears drawing down her cheeks as she planted her feet, and drew in once more. The energy filled her again, and once more, demanded purpose, pressing against her insides, pushing itself out, crowding her, wanting to be set free.
She held it until she felt as though she might explode, and then she unleashed it once more, pointing her hand at the nearest soldier she could see. Again the black energy formed, but this time, it was mightier, more powerful.
And this time, it demanded more.
She watched as, seemingly in an instant, her entire forearm was unmade, the the entire world exploded into a roar she could not hear over. Black smoke poured off her forearm, disappearing into a sphere that shot towards the enemy, and then -
Explosion-
Fire-
Heat-
Destruction, all and more was delivered.
The world went to grays and sharp contrasts as she fell to the ground. She could not hear anything except the roar. Above her she saw Liana’s concerned face come into view. Lips moved, but she could not hear what they were saying. Papanan appeared shortly after, moving towards her, but looking away. He waved his arms animatedly, and both he and Liana were then looking, and she could see a few more soldiers, still approaching.
The first one she had spotted had been eager, running forward, bodies down, swords out. These ones were more cautious, shuffling forward slowly, shields up.
“RUN,” she yelled. Or she thought she did. Or she tried to. She wasn’t sure.
They should have left her. They should be leaving her. Why were they staying? Her arm was ruined, and she was weak from the exertion, and she was not worth risking themselves for, didn’t they know that?
She thought everyone knew that.
She was having problems seeing the possibilities, now, but one more entered her mind. If Papanan and Liana wouldn’t abandon her, wouldn’t run from it, there was one more thing she could try. And perhaps it could stop her arm from continuing to be unmade, as she was certain she could still feel it unravelling.
She placed her one good hand on the ground, closed her eyes, and focused. She imagined a little circle around her and Papanan and Liana which was inviolate, but beyond that, she could reach out, and feel the aether, still excited, still rushing, still roaring.
All she had to do was try to control it once more, but this time, instead of encouraging it, to discourage it. To calm it down. To bring it into the ultimate form of focus and order.
To still it, and freeze the world.
She could feel the energy flows inside of her slow, and then reverse, sluggishly at first, but then quicker, shifting to a different aspect. She could feel her body grow colder, she could feel ice forming on her skin, but she could not stop. She had to do this one last thing.
The aether built up, but it was different this time. She could feel it, in a circle around her. It just needed focus. She sucked a deep breath in, and then held it.
Everything slowed for her.
And then, with a crack, the ice snapped into existence, a thousand thousand shards, and exploded.
The roar in her ears was overwhelming, now, and she could take no more. She felt her skin split in a dozen dozen places. She was broken, she was battered, and she had done all that she could do, more than she thought she knew how, but…
It would be alright.
Papanan and Liana would be safe.
She collapsed as the roar reached the heavens and the world went to a steady slate of gray.
I am wishing right now for my own good luck in getting a job I would feel entirely at home at but I want to use this time and energy as well to share with all those looking for the same ✨
(p.s. i had this in my drafts for about two weeks just to make sure it worked and I got my dream job! I am going to be a florist!! So this is for all of you who are working for better opportunities!)
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Say this mantra before lighting a candle or burning incense (alternatives can be dousing yourself in moonwater, rosewater or Florida Water for those who cannot light anything)
“May the tides of change wash ashore new and bountiful opportunities at my feet. May my spirit and body guide me on the path to my self fulfilment and self-love through prosperity, greatness and good fortune. May I find fulfilment in my work, home, and love.* So it shall be written in the stars that hang above, the tide that reaches shore, and the earth that lays below. (or insert your own final affirmation and Seal)”
*love is not limited here to romantic love—platonic love and self-love are important too!!
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Every morning look at or reflect in yourself and, with a smile, chant:
“May this day bring me ever closer on my journey to Bounty and Prosperity! May I journey ever onwards to my own supreme fulfilment!”
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you know, with all the problems with the new Spell Weaving system in Test Realm, and them out right saying in a Pastebin thing that it was a "display presentation issue" I can think of a way to fix it if they really don't want to give Myth the Myth spells, but the death spells that need a myth card to be made...
Make the cards look something like this? the new symbol and some kind of mix of the main and weave school colours. the main on the side with the spell rank and the Secondary school colour with the symbol. showing the schools needed for it, and making it say that this is the Myth spell, even if it is just a death spell in a funny hat.
