To Remove an Affliction: Magical or Mundane

“After a rainstorm, go to roadside and hunt for the flattened remains of a toad. If these cannot be had, you may substitute with the bones of the same creature. Add the remains to a jar along with a hen’s egg – and to the same: a concoction of equal parts red wine, vinegar and storm water.

Powder the dried leaves of the mayapple and lacy crown of Queen Anne. Mix with shredded tobacco and add to the pot.

Seal the stew with a drop of blood and lid the jar. Swirl the contents three-times clockwise, three-times counter and three-times clockwise once more.

Bury this in the earth [in your own yard] with the lid exposed and let steep for 9 days. On the 9th night, exhume the jar and take it to the graveyard. Remove from within the egg, and bury this at the yard’s center most cross and use the jar’s remains to water the earth above it.”

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Bitch Better Have My Money Oil

Ingredients

  • (3) Cinnamon Sticks
  • Thyme, dried
  • Allspice, dried – powdered
  • Buckeye
  • (3) Pennies
  • (3) Nickels
  • (3) Dimes
  • Oil – Castor:Carrier (1:4)

Optional:

  • Hoyt’s Cologne – highly recommended
  • Tobacco
  • Nutmeg (Whole)
  • Marigold, dried

Instructions

  1. Add coins, cinnamon sticks, buckeye (and nutmeg) to a bottle. Perfume with just a splash of Hoyt’s Cologne.
  2. Warm your oil – remove from the heat and add in the remaining ingredients: thyme, allspice, tobacco, marigold. Allow the oil to steep until cool to the touch. Through a sifter, strain out the solids and pour/funnel into the bottle. Cap/Cork.
  3. Place the bottle near your front door, taking the first draw and using it to dress a green or gold candle – light the candle and allow it to burn out. Add any remaining wax to the bottle, reseal and allow it to infuse for 3 weeks before use.

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The Spirit Vessel

qedavathegrey:

Home of the Spirits, the ideology of the Spirit Vessel spans
countless faiths – and rightly so, for it is an “instrument” matched by few in
the witch’s arsenal. The Spirit Vessel exists for a number of reasons: it is a
grounder – a fetish that binds spirit to our physical plane and builds a bridge
between worlds, but – more than that – it is a home, an abode in which the
spirit energy dwells. Some are used to trap and harness the energy of the given
spirit – so that it may be employed to do practitioner’s bidding, but others
exist to house that sacred energy – not with entrapment, but with respect. That
is not to say the former is not respectful, only that voluntary bonds exists as
oath and agreement. It is a symbiotic, mutual source of power – a hearth by
which to draw the force of the arcane. One that bonds both parties. In this
aspect, I refer to the Higher Spirits – Gods, the Messengers, and Liminals,
though vessels can be employed with equal success to the Dead – specifically ancestors,
as a way to draw from the ancestral power – often relying on blood and earth.

Given the vast differences from path to path, I bring a
stripped set of instructions: general principles that can be built upon to
specialize the vessel for your “camino.”

Begin with the Vessel.
What this vessel is depends heavily on both tradition and personal tastes.
Possibilities are endless, though cauldrons, ceramic vases, wide-mouthed jugs
or basins, even jars can all be utilized effectively. For most, I prefer an
opaque, lidded vessel – though for my Spirit Cauldron dedicated to Rosa
Caveira, I used a non-lidded cauldron (go figure). This is in line with her
fiery energy which lends itself well to iron and sulfur – both of which are
present.

One of the most important steps (and one often glossed over)
is to treat the Vessel. For my
cauldron, I bathed it in high proof alcohol and oils and set it alight. Given
its dedication to Rosa Caveira, I did this in her Land – the Cemetery. I also
lined the inside of mine with graveyard dirt, which I mixed with the same
alcohol (along with flammable oils) and sculpted up the walls, then fired again
to create a ceramic-like liner (in part to prevent rust – as iron will readily
do so).

After treatment has commenced, it is time to bless and bond the Vessel – which can
be as simple or as intricate as you wish it to be. While it was still alight
(and since I went heavy handed on the oils, it stayed lit for quite some time)
I danced with it in the graveyard. Spinning this flaming cauldron and singing
joyfully to the spirits and My Keeper. I explained that this home was forged in
her name, gateway between worlds, and a seat for her energy. I drizzled it with
rose oils steeped with Herbs of the Dead and my own blood to “seal the deal.”

If that wasn’t fun enough, the last portion consists of Decoration
– a term I use loosely, as these same “decorations” will undoubtedly serve a
purpose. I filled mine with herbs, sulfur, curios, all of which corresponding
to her. Every now and again, I’ll take some of the permanent items out and set
the offerings alight. As is forged in fire, so must return. After which, I
return the permanent items and place it back beneath my miniature terreiro –
which then constantly draws from its energy.

As aforementioned, this general process can be employed for
any number of spirits and traditions – even those without a vessel-history. In
a sense, it can be equated in part to an altar – as I leave offerings therein
and use it as a source of power to draw from. However, given its nature, it can
be packed around with me for particularly powerful rituals on the go – which is
a particularly useful facet. I’ve also been known to feed any troublesome
spirits or energies to it, wherein they may be devoured and
purified/concentrated. It is very important to “feed” the vessel, for – as I
said – it is a mutual relationship. If you take, it is only right that you
return – lest you be cut off from its power.

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scribe4haxan:

A Monumental Design: "O Death where is thy sting? O Grave where is thy victory?“ (1784 – Etching) – Print by Joseph Haynes, after John Hamilton Mortimer 

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Ultima says a man’s destiny must unfold itself like a flower, with only the sun and the earth and water making it blossom, and no one else meddling in it.

Antonio, BLESS ME ULTIMA (via dreamsreoccurring)

Probably my all-time favorite book and one of the few I can read over and over again.

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Maria Satanica: Rise & Fall

In the time before time, the Messengers were forged –
Drawn like Athena from the mind of God – cast in shapely
light and energy,
The physical extension of word – of thought.
Unto each, a Word – a Name.
Between moment and millennia, the Progenitor swept a hand
across the sky
And from the nothingness, there was.
 
Sent from the Great Supernal Sea – on the 5th
day,
Ruled by gevurah –
were Legion,
Who swept about the fertile earth –
Some clung fastidiously to the sky, and others retired
To the depths of the great sea.
 
On the 6th day – forged was Woman,
Whose Soul was Called – rose up, wild from the Sea
And was confirmed to a body built of earth,
On the 6th day – forged was Man,
Whose Soul was Called – and Legion came to answer,
Vexed was God and so he spake,
And driven away – were they who sought
To usurp the form of Man – and so God forged
Anew – the Spirit of Adam;
 
Whilst Man was in the Garden – God said to She,
“Go unto them – in the form of Temptation,
And test their devotion to me,”
And she – without Will – obliged,
In the form of a Great Zu Bird,
She descended and perched thusly –
Upon the scaled head of a Serpent,
Whose long form coiled about the trunk,
Of the Great Forbidden Tree,
Called did she, who took the fruit into her beak:
“Adam – Man – come,
Eat of the Tree – for the fruit is heavy,
And thy stomach screams for sustenance.”
 
He came, then – but ate not of the boughs,
“I must not eat of that tree – it was Spoken
Unto me, by Our Creator.”
 
So spoke again – the Great Bird, compelling:
“But you are the God of this Garden – and for you
Whichever fruit you choose – even one forbidden.”
 
His fingers reached – at last – for the fruit:
 
Then came Woman – who looked to the Great Bird,
Eyes pointed – face twisted – and the Bird spoke unto her:
“What is wrong, Woman, will thoust eat from the tree?”
 
“Man,” she snapped, “Do not eat of the fruit, you have been
commanded.”
 
The Bird threw her wings out – and the Sun vanished,
In their shadow – there came a screech from her beak,
“I have seen what is to come, Woman.”
 
“Tell me then – what you have seen,” commanded Woman,
And the Great Bird shrieked – and offered unto Woman, her
wing,
“He will never obey you – for he is Man: willful and
foolish!”
She whispered, “And take will he – your flesh.”
 
Compelled by what the Bird had spoken – Truth;
Woman – Lilith – leapt upon the back of the beast,
And the pair flew thusly from the Garden;
 
When the Progenitor learned – of what had become of Lilith,
God condemned the Angel – the Great Bird – to walk:
Forever on the Earth, far from Him and the Kingdom of Heaven
As Mother of the Egrḗgoroi,
Queen of the Irin;

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