Since female mosquitoes draw blood so that they can produce eggs, every time I smash one I now aggressively yell: “Fuck your kids.”
Finally started a Red Queen shrine. I’ve been putting it off for months until I was able to find the perfect representation. Shout out to the Sturgis Antique Mall (KY) for providing me with just that.
Dream
Last night I had a dream, which featured two strange canids. Exposition: I was part of a troupe of maids tasked with cleaning this huge manor. Things happened, but they aren’t pertinent. Instead, things got very interesting after we had completed our job and leave the manor in a Handmaid’s Tale-esque fashion, two-by-two. I, being the newest member and the odd one out, was unpartnered. We crossed the clearing which surrounded the manor and entered the woods: they were very mysterious. The trees were massive and blocked almost all of the light and the forest floor was plagued by an innocuous, but enduring fog. I end up separating from the group, taking a fork in the path which led up a slight hill. Once crested, I see the sunset cutting through the trees and maybe 15 feet ahead, in the mist, I see a pack of creatures. Two types actually.
The first I was instantly transfixed by: they were huge. As high as my shoulder at least. I only saw the one, but knew there were others. It had the head and face of a spotted hyena (the same size, too, which appeared just a bit too small for the body) and the obscenely long legs and hair texture of a maned wolf. It’s coloration was a uniform cream, aside from some warm brown mottled spots down the back and up the legs. It stopped and shared my gaze for a long moment.
It was flanked by smaller dogs which possessed a blue coloration similar to an Australian cattle dog, but looked very wolf-like. They also possessed an almost fox-like quality which is hard to describe. But upon noticing my presence, one of these smaller creatures rushed at me. It tried to attack, but I placed my hands in its open mouth and held its jaws open. This lasted for a brief time before it calmed and I let it go. At which point it seemed apprehensive, but largely benign. The big creature having vanished into the mist, I turned back to the original path, but the smaller dog followed. Even when I had returned to the group, it stayed with me, guarding me.
Either of those sound at all familiar? Mundane or otherwise.
Hey tumblr I was wondering if you could tell me what these are? I found them on my walk this morning. All I can guess are that they are seed pods from a tree.
I remember them having a tie to witchcraft. Witch’s something? I’m not sure.
They’re called witch burs but are properly sweet gum burs. They can be hung above the bed to avert nightmares “from sitting on you” and over the front door to keep away haints. Cut the stem off and break a piece into it, load it with blessed salt, red brick dust, etc. then seal with wax.
I have them hanging in my ritual space to protect against any ill-willed spirits. I didn’t actually know their name or use in magic but I figured they’d work that way 🤷🏼♂️
And if you’re feeling devious, but don’t want to dirty your hands with any malefica, simply toss a handful of them on an enemy’s bathroom floor while they sleep. So when they wake up they’re met with a lovely, pointed, foot surprise.
Additionally, they can be hurled at others. But then, so can most things.
I’m not entirely sure of its purpose, but I keep getting this image of some sort of spiritual contraption. Basically it’s this bizarre lump of clay with an egg-shaped (and sized) cavity at its center. Four iron nails are driven in to nearly meet at the center, but instead support a chunk of quartz.
What it’s for, I have no idea, but I’m half tempted to make it and find out.
PSA: We gotta talk about closure really quick, because it’s important. I don’t want to see any of you out here dragging people along, just so you can have a fallback. It’s shitty. And if you feel like someone is doing this to you, you need to recognize that people who genuinely care are not going to treat you like this. Stop waiting for people to come back around, you’re living just fine without them, and if you really let that shit go you’ll be living all the better. Doors close from both sides. Close one and find another to open.
The Qedavian Apocrypha 