Best used as a charm or worn as an amulet, this sigil is meant to protect the innocent (specifically children, though it can also be applied in other instances, such as in court hearings to render justice or a lighter verdict).
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The meeting point of the Divine and the Infernal: the moon reclines and holds the trident in her mouth, carried on the back of the Divine Dove – whose wings are shackled in the brambles of Hell. The Dove does not descend from the Heavens, but ascends from the earth, from the brimstone inferno soaring skyward. It a reminder that Love is not given freely by the damned – but earned. This is the Infernal Grace.
This symbol can be used summon the lower vibrations or in conjunction with seals of the infernal beings to solidify their presence. If worn, it can be a symbol of devotion and a reminder – bearing both protective and enlightening qualities. But remember – the Darker Ones teach through obstacles, they force you to grow: be warned, but be open.
This is a compiled list of all the works I’ve posted here thus far. I will attempt to do my best to reblog this periodically with updates, in hopes of making more blog more easily navigated. You’ll find below the links to all my (applicable) posts – arranged alphabetically and by category instead of simply chronologically. Hopeful this will prove helpful!
This talisman is used to aid in Witches’ Flight, astral travel, amplifying Crossroads and Spirit work and (as the name suggests) is particularly (though not exclusively) useful in works that involve the Devil – and other diabolical entities. I have always had a particular fondness for Datura stramonium – a.k.a. Jimsonweed, the Devil’s Trumpet or as we always called them: Moonflowers – as it was the only plant my grandmother couldn’t kill. Because of that, she grew them everywhere – they lined the porch, the sides of the house, the driveway, she even planted them at the wood’s edge! While is has been used as an entheogen for centuries, for the sake of safety, I offer this alternative means of use:
The Flying Stone
Given that the plant is technically toxic – handle with care; it has been known to cause contact dermatitis and the seed pod is quite obviously “pokey,” so…
Ingredients
Datura Seedpod – unopened
Twine/Sturdy String – red, black, white or natural-tone
Candle/Wax – in a corresponding color to your twine/string
Ash – of the above sigil
Oil/Alcohol
Black Square of Fabric – 8×8 should work
Optional:
Sealant
Additional String
Powdered Mayapple – root or leaves **also poisonous, read proper handling procedures before use**
At an hour or event befitting your desire, burn the sigil and mix the ashes with a few drops of oil or alcohol (note: if using alcohol, you’ll want to work rather quickly, given its quick evaporation time) and apply the mixture thusly to the Datura seedpod. You may speak a few words of blessing or name it in the honor of a spirit or entity if you prefer, but such is not required. (You may also add the Mayapple powder to the oil, but make sure to use gloves)
With your string/twine, tie around the center once, then at a 90 degree angle (to form an “X”-shape)*, then once around the circumference, at which point, begin wrapping the pod ‘round and ‘round in all directions until it takes on the shape of a ball and covers the spikes. *If you intend to wear the charm as an necklace, fashion a long enough hoop to accommodate your head and neck before tying the circumference. (You can take this opportunity – if you haven’t already – to add your Mayapple powder before proceeding to the next step.)
Light your candle or melt your wax in a double boiler. Either dip or melt the wax upon the charm, molding the wax into a shiny outer shell while it is still warm. Melted wax is much easier, but there’s something about dripping candlewax and molding a little at a time that just seems more… right. It also hardens a lot faster and gives a more stone-like, mottled appearance.
Once the wax has dried completely, wrap the “stone” in the black cloth and tie up the corners. Bury it then at the Crossroads – or another location that is more suitable for your desire – and allow it to stay beneath the ground for three night before exhuming the charm. It is complete and may be carried or worn. If you choose, you may seal the stone before using/wearing it to prevent the wax from softening or leaving an oily residue on any clothes, as well as strengthening its exterior.
Well, I figured I’d share my newest short story with you guys. I just enjoy writing for fun and, given that this one is inspired by a few different things (Dame Alice Kyteler, Delphine LaLaurie and Summer Cannibals by Patti Smith), I thought some of you might enjoy it!
And I also recommend checking out my accompanying playlist – because that’s who I am: the witch who makes playlists to accompany each short story! I like setting the tone as I set the tone.
Hope you guys like it, it was – of course – a treat to type!
– Q
Okay, I redid the link so it wasn’t so sketchy – hell, it was even making me nervous and I’m no stranger to the dark, seedy underbelly of the uncharted internet.
Well, I figured I’d share my newest short story with you guys. I just enjoy writing for fun and, given that this one is inspired by a few different things (Dame Alice Kyteler, Delphine LaLaurie and Summer Cannibals by Patti Smith), I thought some of you might enjoy it!
And I also recommend checking out my accompanying playlist – because that’s who I am: the witch who makes playlists to accompany each short story! I like setting the tone as I set the tone.
Hope you guys like it, it was – of course – a treat to type!
Upon last breath – the spirit cleaved, The Serpents to their Sign, So rose the righteous parts of man, And left – were the bones – behind, Unto the depths the darkest parts, Of God – and Man – resigned, Devoured by the fires thus – For in the Heavens And the Depths, There remains yet – a prize, Freedom gained from golden shackles, And Freedom from the Fires: A prison – Is a prison – Is a prison – Be it the pyres of damnation, Or in the guise of Paradise; It is only those who Seek – Who might find freedom from Reprise.
“I told you, boy, you ain’t to go to Black Swamp – nothin’ good could ever come of it… That black water runs with blood – and if you ain’t careful, it’ll be yours.” // "My grandaddy always said that they was witches up’on’na mountain and down in them sticks is where they’da work they magic. Up’ntil fitty years ago, them sticks was dry as a bone ‘til them witches brought wit’em that black water…“
Open Passageways // All Them Witches
Dunes // Alabama Shakes
Mississippi Mud // Black Blood & the Chocolate Pickles
Devil In Me // Jamie N Commons
At Her Open Door // Dead Meadow
Never Darker My Door // The Devil & the Almighty Blues
Like A Mountain // Timber Timbre
Arienette // Bright Eyes
What Needs Must Be //
Dead Meadow
I Feel Love (Every Million Miles) // The Dead Weather
All Along the Watchtower // Jamie N Commons
Wade In the Water // Ella Jenkins
Absolution // The Pretty Reckless
Light of Day // The Silent Comedy
Bone House // The Dead Weather
Bad Vibrations // The Black Angels
Ha Howa Ha Howa // SEXWITCH
The Last Goodbye // The Kills
Blood and Sand / Milk and Endless Water // All Them Witches
Run, Mourner, Run // Sweet Honey In the Rock
Shamelessly reblogging this because I’m 24 likes short of it going Gold on 8tracks. (insert that cheeky sunglasses emoji here)
Our Diabolical Mother of Fire, Maria Satánica Bathed in flames – Drew down the Moon and wore it like a crown; And from the earth grew poisoned fruit: Yellow and bitter, Taken to her lips – and violently devoured, Burned within the pyre of her gut, She heaved from her gullet, A hopping toad: From whence – emitted a jewel of cerulean, In palm, she placed the gem in the gaping socket, Of a skeletal face, That grew outward from my chest – Given me by The First Witch – the Dame.
The Qedavian Apocrypha 