This is the scene. Black cat, Halloween Twilight.
I think my agenda for the evening is some trance work.
This is probably the cutest thing I have ever seen.
Do you ever just have moments where you realize how witchy you are?
Like, I’m sitting here on my front porch with my black cat, surrounded by pumpkins, looking at the sun setting through the colorful leaves while Bad Moon Rising is playing.
Itâs a ridiculous thing to complain about, but it always annoys me when modern witches forget that there are countless magical systems with very different beliefs and practices and entities and theyâre not interchangeable.
âThatâs not actually how you summon/exorcise a demon!â Cool, thanks. Didnât ask. What definition of âdemonâ are you using? Which belief system are you drawing from? Even 16th century English Christian demonology varies wildly because every author of magical texts seems to have wanted to make their Hell special and unique and better than the last. God help you if youâre trying to apply the same rules across cultures.
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Guess who finally got that chicken foot theyâve been hunting for?
Chicken feet are super easy to preserve on your own with equal amounts of borax and granulated salt, with a mixture of cedar to minimize smell, in either mason jars or tupperware. They take a little over two weeks to do well (depending on humidity of where you live) but they last forever and can be painted and used in jewelry. You can pick up chicken feet at some supermarkets even.
I’ve salt preserved a lot of things, but my only problem was that I couldn’t actually find any feet! I found some at a market, but I wasn’t going to buy a bag of 30 for just a couple. So my friend happened to find some dried ones and picked them up for me!
Chicha update.
2.5 days of fermentation on the counter. Tastes very medicinal and still sweet. Kind of tastes of bile.
Ponto Riscado
For a Pomba Gira whose name remains yet unknown to me, but who has presented herself.Â
Protection for Illegal Immigrants & Refugees
As someone who grew up in a community laden with families who struggled with citizenship and getting a window into their unique culture and aspirations, this (U.S.) election has been particularly unnerving to me – on many, many, manyyy fronts – even as someone natural born, so I canât even imagine what those whose safety is on the line must feel like. Not to mention the state of immigration and refugees the world âround – this is for you guys: for your families, for anyone who fears for their own safety or the well-being, dreams and hopes of those around them.
Things Youâll Need
- A small object from the country of origin (dirt is ideal, but anything else small will work – something that conjures up memories of home is best)
- Dirt from current country
- Salt
- Water
- Black/White cloth
- Red string/thread/yarn
Instructions
Begin with the item for your home country. If it is dirt, add a few drops of water to turn it into a pliable, clay-like mud. Roll this into a small ball (no larger around than a dime) and allow it to dry. To expedite the process, you can place it in the oven on a low setting (200 degrees or under). Don’t fret if there is some cracking, you’ll be covering it up anyway.
Take then your dirt from your current country and do the same. Wet it, and then, with the previous ball, roll the wet mud around it, forming a larger orb. This will act as a sort of shell, disguising and protecting the the “core.”
When the mud is still damp, roll the outside in salt – another layer of protection. Again, let this dry (or throw it in the oven: though the cracks this time may prove to be a problem. Monitor it closely. If fissures begin to form, remove from the oven and let cool naturally. These cracks can be filled by mixing more dirt with water and packing it into the spaces, scraping off any excess – make sure to sprinkle a little salt on the area so as not to leave any “chinks on the armor,” so to speak).
When the ball is completely dry, lay it upon the cloth and gather the corners and tie around with the red string. Some words may be spoken over it, asking for protection and discretion – once in your native language and then in the language of your new country of residence (if possible). This should be carried with you or buried in your yard, though if you apt for the latter, you should recreate the bag with every move to ensure maintained protection.
If you can, Iâd create one for each member of the family to further ensure your collective protection.
The Qedavian Apocrypha 