If you can’t cry from laughing at your own joke that you told yourself in the sole company of yourself, you just do not know how to have a good time.
As per usual…
Beyoncé has changed me. That was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.
Now hold up…. don’t get me wrong, I love Adele, but 25 was sloppy. And Lemonade was literally something like nothing we’ve ever seen. Shout out to Adele, though, for Kanyeing herself.
As per usual…
Beyoncé has changed me. That was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.
I had a rather terrifying and fascinating dream last night and just have to share. I remember more of the setting than anything – very mythic primordium – and it was just unnerving. It was a small town, one that had only one road that I can recall, and it was heavily wooded and all the houses were cabins, or cabin-esque. It was always dark and the fog was so opaque you couldn’t see more than 20 feet in front of you. I’m not sure how or why, but I knew being outside was extremely dangerous and there were animals everywhere. Coyotes, goats, these unnatural looking dogs with long legs (like more devilish looking maned wolves), owls, cats, domesticated and wild creatures alike, and some of them I knew were evil or dangerous, but you couldn’t tell which was which. And they were everywhere. You couldn’t move through the fog without there being at least one animal in sight.
I manage to get inside, into a cabin where a leathery old man sat and warned me about being outside and that I shouldn’t be here. I need to leave this place (the town, not his cabin). It was candle lit and we sat by the hearth and I could hear the creatures outside, screaming and howling. But I knew that if I was going to leave, I’d have to go outside. So I conjure up the courage and burst through the door, but got turned around. The fog tricked me and I heard the animals coming, so I run and manage to get tangled in a barbed wire fence that had chickens and a few goats. Knowing that being trapped I was in danger, the goat approached me and “told” me to take off its face. So I grabbed it and its face drags off like a piece of fabric. Underneath, I could see this woman with blonde hair and it was like she had a piece of fabric over her head, as though we were under a sheet together, and she looks at me with her animal eyes and smiled, then whispers in a terrifying voice: “You need to run.”
And so I did, but I don’t remember ever getting out of the town.
It was like a strange blend of Silent Hill and The VVitch.
Forewarning:
I will be attempting to conduct some sociological research sooner (hopefully) than later and may end up using this blog as a method for receiving volunteers to participate in some interviews. I hope to look at the intersectionality between spirituality and prostitution. Ideally through relatively short interviews (optionally anonymous/semi-anonymous), specifically exploring an interplay between witchcraft/paganism/matriarchal religions and prostitution. It’s pretty minor league, honestly, hence why I’m using tumblr. But it’s a topic that interests me and one I’d like to explore nonetheless.
I will be looking for volunteer participants who are or have engaged in prostitution and practice any of the above faiths or disciplines, or any that you think may be applicable.
Don’t reblog this, as I’ll draft up a formal prompt after conferring with my superiors, but if you or someone you know may be interested in participating, I’d love to be in contact. Which can be done – as for right now – through here.
The Witches’ Web

It’s no secret, I have a strong connection to spiders, and as such, find myself working with strings, thread and yarn often. Knitting, braiding, macrame – it’s something I get from my grandfather, I imagine, who had countless books on knots and his own penchant for cordage. Of course, his stemmed from being bedridden with a broken back in his formative years. I was lucky enough to pick up the hobby without being confined.
This particular project came out of the blue. One day, having yarn and a large portrait frame at my disposal (with nails jutting from the back in disarray), I wove myself a web – it was messy, but in time, I found myself repeating the process again and again: without reason. I would simply hang them or stow them away for lack of any use. It was only after a time that I discovered their many uses.
Foremost, they work well as snares for any unsavory spirits, especially when protective charms are woven or placed within them. Feathers, chicken feet, and bones all hold very well, but you can also add in ribbons, strings, beads, whatever works for you. Alternately, they can be used in works of control and binding, imparting subtle or aggressive influence on a situation or individual. Such can be done by fastening a photos and/or personal affects/concerns into the web. Lastly, and my favorite use, is that there is an innate interconnectedness and within can be found the manifestations of one’s destiny. It isn’t necessarily an art that I can describe, but with patience, you may be able to attune to what the web can show you. Trace the strands and follow.
Things You Will Need
- Frame – this can really be anything; I’ve used picture frames, embroidery hoops, wreaths, willow rings, though I have found that sturdier, even frames make for a tighter, more uniform web; square or round, either work
- Cordage – yarn, twine, thread (though I recommend using cotton, as synthetic is usually too slick to hold with friction), embroidery floss (my personal favorite), etc.
- Optional: trinkets, curios, charms, etc.
Instructions
- Secure some anchor strands to the frame. The number doesn’t matter, though the more you use the more intricate the pattern (but the longer and more complicated the process). These strands should extend the diameter and meet at a central point: the first strand is simply secured on both sides, and the subsequent should be looped around the central point so as to have a concrete point to work out from.
- Next, cut a long strand. To get an estimate for how long it needs to be, simply wind it over the top of the strands in a spiral of roughly the shame size as you wish to create. You don’t lose much in the process, so there’s no need to allot excess EXCEPT that you’re going to need to anchor the final strand to the frame, as well. Better to have too much than too little.
- You will then need to anchor the thread through the center. My preferred method (when using embroidery floss or yarn) is to thread the cord onto a needle (as you would when embroidering – i.e. no need to double it up) and knot the end. Bring this through the center (carefully, to check to make sure the knot catches) and then move out along one the the strands and make another securing knot. This is where you will begin, so go out only so far as you wish the smallest point of the spiral to be. This will vary based on the size of the web you’re weaving.
- Remove the needle (you could keep it on, but I find it just gets in the way of things) and move the string over the next strand, then bring it around and under the same anchor. Continue this process, spiraling outward. It can take some time to get the hang of it, and don’t fret if as you go the more central strands develop some slack, as once you’re finished, the threads can be spaced out. It is important, however, to continue the spiral in the same trajectory, even when the strands gravitate toward the center. If you compensate, you’ll wind up with a loose weave. Just continue to follow the growing spiral.
- Once you’ve made it to the edge, fasten the strand over the top of the nearest anchor, and you’re done! Voila!
photo: this is just a small (somewhat messy) one I made today, as my others are still packed away, though if you really have literally nothing to do, I’m sure you could find a picture of my giant one in my archive
Announcement:
I know I haven’t posted a lot of witchcraft recently, and the reasons are divided: partly I have been busy, but more so I’ve been working on more specialized workings within my tradition that are only applicable to those who walk the same (or very similar) path. They’re things that I know would be of little use to most of you, and things I’m not so keen on sharing. Just be patient with me and I’m sure more generalized rituals will resurface.

The Forge
The Womb of Creation || The Eye of the Goddess || The Forge
- The ultimate manipulation of energy – to create consciousness from the unconscious – to imbue the lifeless with life – to build spirit from the dust ;; Used to forge new entities and spirits using outside energies.
|| tutorial coming soon ||
Tutorial now available upon request.

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