Symbol of the Labyrinth; used in rites of exploration – the subconscious, the astral plane, the Underworld or the High Consciousness ; conversely for malignant spells to foster confusion, dismay and illusion.
What is sought in the labyrinth may be found;
But the journey is not simple – trust not the
Illusory phantoms of the psyche – but see through:
Into the heart of the construct, wherein the most fearful,
Monstrous beast resides – Truth.
Seal of Lucifer, the Mourner:
Patron of Rebellion & Enlightenment, Bestower of Arcane Knowledge, Scape-Goat, Harbinger of New Dawn, King of Intellect and Reason, the Forsaken One – Warrior Against Tyranny.
Paths That Cross Sigil;;
Can be used in a number of ways, most regarding destiny magic – to bring someone or something to you, a means by which to ensure specific things will stay in your life, reconnect with someone, etc.
Paths that cross;
Will cross again…
Water and Blood II, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
Resurrecting one aspect of the sacrificial god-king with water and blood before ritual planting.
See also: Water and Blood I, #diary, #wheat
Comprised of two hearts that, together, form parallel infinity symbols – this is a sigil of undying, infinite love. With that being said, it doesn’t need to be reserved for simply romantic/sexual endeavors and works equally well with platonic love and spiritual love – depending on its usage.
It is perfect for:
Marriage rituals
Love Binding
Amulets
Matters of the heart
Clarity in love
Empathy
Blood oaths/pacts
etc.
Note the two lighter colored circles on either side of the main sigil component – these are not to be draw or included, but act as place holders for the pictographs for those involved in the working. While constructing a personalized sigil for the people involved is preferable, you can also use:
Their full names
Personal affects
Pricked fingers for blood oaths, stamped on either side as a signature to the arrangement
Or really anything you could dream of
If two parties are not necessary, simply leave the spaces blank or incorporate other useful symbols/sigils in place.
If an amulet is what you wish (to draw love or keep it), I recommend this recipe:
Graveyard dirt (paid for accordingly)
Rose water (to dampen the earth and make it pliable)
Rose ash
Cinnamon Powder
Himalayan Pink Salt
1. When you have a pliable, clay-like mud, mold it into whatever shape you wish – though smaller (half dollar size) and thicker tend to hold up better and less likely to crack while drying. I mold mine around a wire armature for stability and so that I will have a metal loop to hang it from.
2. At this point, you can carve the symbol into the amulet; or you can wait for it to dry and paint it on.
3. Dry in a 190F oven until it looks and feels dry (cracking the oven door is supposed to aid in air ventilation and prevent cracking, but I haven’t found this to make much difference).
4. When dry, you should (paint it – if you prefer, &) seal it (front & back) with a sealant of your choice – I use modpodge (gloss or matte are both fine). If your dirt cracks (which it will) you can actually fill them by brushing modpodge into the crack, wiping away the excess and tamping dry dirt into the space. Allow it to dry and repeat as necessary.
5. After painted, sealed and dry – bless, adorn, and attract!
I know this will probably be an unpopular “opinion,” but despite all the things I’ve read or visual depictions I have ever seen of her, this is how my Yayá – Rosa Caveira – appears to me.
Most often, I should say. She has appeared in any number of guises, if you will. But most constant, she comes to me as an older woman, very vibrant in color (not at all dressed in the somber tones or black), bedecked in jewelry of semi-precious stones and draped in shawls and kerchiefs. She appears neither black nor white, but with worn and leathery copper skin (more akin to a Mexican or eastern Indian complexion).
I drew her with a closed mouth, but she often smiles a toothy smile – all of her teeth gold and gums stained black with either smoke or indigo.
Her eyes – as you’ll see, I drew her without irises or pupils, because this is how I portray spirits so that I may differentiate spirit from mortal – are dark and sparkly with kindness and humor, heavy with laugh lines and crow’s feet.
Her voice is the most wonderful, I think. Deep and throaty, husky, but sweet. She has this mischievous humor and infectious laugh – though she is very reserved to speaking. She speaks only when absolutely necessary, instead choosing to observe and guide.
As an energy, she has this low (VERY LOW) crackling warmth, like the last embers of a fire, exuding on you a complete sense of security and trust, as if to say: I am here, I am watching, I am helping, I trust you to know what is right.
Perhaps that is why she appears to me as a grandmother, as my grandmothers – all of them – have raised me most, and have about them a similar energy.
From her I have come to be, but she is not as fiercely protective, as she has seen enough to know that given ample opportunity, I will do what is right for myself and she is there to support any decision I make.
She tells me nothing, and instead shows me the way so that I may find the truth for myself.
And to her, I extend the utmost gratitude and love. That is why I have written this, though I know that she already knows.
Thank you, Yayá, for all that you have done and all that you will surely do. I love you dearly.
The Qedavian Apocrypha 