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Rose Come To Me Love Oil

"Plant Magic for the Beginner Witch: An Herbalist’s Guide to Heal, Protect and Manifest" by Ally Sands.

Honey Rose Love Ritual

"Plant Magic for the Beginner Witch: An Herbalist’s Guide to Heal, Protect and Manifest" by Ally Sands.

Forest Witch

probably my fav clip from the ritual last tuesday :)

aether and popia’s little dance, rainbow dew, rain and sunshine hanging out and of course the infamous swiss shimmy >:3

is there a pre-flight personal ritual that you do before piloting a flight?

Better late than never. Pictures from my ritual on Litha. Working was a simple fertility charm. Ask if you are interested.

Hidden ritual

A short horror story I wrote a while back:)

Word count: 888

TW: Blood

In truth I've always known that the house I live in is haunted.

The soft sounds of soft footsteps when you're home alone, the whispers when the house is empty...

You know all the signs.

All have been told before already after all.

We were just lucky that it never got worse than that, yes sometimes small objects would have been placed elsewhere, but we never got the feeling that we were dealing with something that was dangerous or angry.

So we just let it be, whatever it was.

Then one day, one of the kids was playing in the room with a tennis ball, I told them not to, but they did so anyway.

The ball bounced around the room, first hitting the floor, then the walls, then the ceiling and then it went into the hallway.

Full force it smashed itself through one of the walls.

I scolded my child, because we heard something break and then we quickly went to assess the damage.

And there it was, a hole as big as the ball itself showed a dark space behind the wall under the stairs.

"What's behind this?" My child asked me and even though I was angry I found myself to be curious about it as well.

I went to get a flashlight and shined it inside.

Something had been painted, or maybe written, but all was unreadable.

I didn't remember any room with such writing in it, for all I knew there shouldn't even be a room behind this wall.

After the whole family had gathered under the stairs, I decided to take out a hammer and see what could possibly be behind it.

BANG!

BANG!!

BANG!!!

The hole was now big enough to see through.

I took out the flashlight again and shone its light inside to reveal...

A person.

A person, as pale as a ghost, unmoving, perhaps even unbreathing.

A person lying in a coffin without a lid.

A person dressed strangely old fashioned.

"Don't look children." My wife tried to have our kids close their eyes.

We immediately took to the phone and called the police.

The entire wall was getting broken down now and shortly after they told me that the person in the coffin was in fact deceased. From the look of it, it hadn't been very long ago either.

All of us got questioned, but of course none of us knew.

That wall had been sealed off far before we started living here and none of us knew of any other way in.

The same day we were allowed to leave the station and stay with the neighbors, a nice elderly couple.

Even before these events my children have seen them as their grandparents, it wouldn't be possible for them to have committed such a heinous crime in our home.

I did tell them about what happened, but they seemed just as surprised as we had been when we found it.

The next day I decided to check up on how it was going, only to not find a single police officer there anymore.

"What's going on here?" I asked the people inside my house, to which they replied that they were archeologists sent by the police to investigate.

The strange story they told me was something about the fact that the corpse had actually been there much, much longer than we had initially thought.

The body had been lying there for centuries, the archeologists suspected that the walls might have been sealed shut in a way to make it air-tight. That way no bacteria would have been able to grow nor live there, making it impossible for the body to decompose.

It didn't take long until we were allowed to go back again, we weren't sure if that was something to be happy about, but we still did so anyway.

The first night we went back, none of us were able to sleep, so we let the kids sleep with us in our bed. Luckily all of them are still rather young, so it all just fitted.

When I finally fell asleep I had the strangest dream, I was sitting in my room, but unlike how it was, it was completely empty.

There was a knock on the door I was facing.

"Come in." I answered and silently the door opened to show a figure behind it, somehow the person looked familiar, but I couldn't seem to remember them.

The next night I dreamed that I was looking at a ceiling that had been chalked up with the strange writing I had seen in the space under the stairs before.

Not much else happened in that dream, but it felt strangely eerie.

Then on the third night I dreamed that I was walking in the hallway, someone was behind me, a woman that somehow resembled my wife.

She held a knife.

At the moment I turned around, the weapon was already stuck in my chest.

Glistering red victoriously.

The day afterwards I decided to talk to some of the archeologists and asked if they knew anything about the writing was on the walls.

I was told that their translator had found out that it somewhat looked like a ritual of some sort.

It might even have been a ritual of resurrection.

As you might believe I had too many questions to ask and very few answers to it, since all of it was still being investigated.

I decided to talk about it with my wife and as I did she suddenly said something strange:

"He really looks like you, doesn't he?"

"Who do you mean?"

"The man in the coffin."

Memories in the soil.

(RMS, 3-1-2023.)

Banishment.

(RMS, 6-8-22.)

Lets hike through #GriffithPark they said, it would be fun they said. Didn't mention the #cult taking place. #mist #sacred #sacrifice #pagan #ritual #blood #heart #Halloween #October #hauntedhayride

Holy Saturday’s vigil was lovely, even as I was visiting my in-laws and I didn’t have my altar cabinet or a church nearby who offered the service.

My paschal candle was prepared with my pocket knife with the Cross, Alpha and Omega and the year’s numbers, blessed with holy water and the ashes from the cut up bits of palm frond. I read from the Old Testament and the Gospel of Luke 24:1-12 (since in 2025, we are in Year C of the Lectionnary), read out the Litany of Saints, and played the Excelsis Deo with the ringing bells at around midnight. It was a simple and moving rite, and one that I love to take, since it has a section in the scripts used to undertake a renewal of baptism and vows.

My mom went to a church in St. Ambroise, in Saguenay for her vigil. She brought back a vigil candle, and Lillie was intrigued!

A Happy Easter to all the faithful, and I hope your day is filled with joy and love among your families and friends!

Видео. Lady Gaga video analis with translate.

Голова волка в рассказе одного русского классика.

"И через порог вбежала большая серая волчица с красными глазами и тяжелым брюхом, на котором трепались сосцы.

...

Странно стало и дико на душе у Егория: не задрала его волчица, а без страха доверилась, забежав в избу от непогоды. Егорий наклонился над волчицей, она подняла морду и лизнула в руку.

Тогда пал он на лавку, лицом к стене, и стал плакать на голос и биться головой.

Волчица ощенила двух волчат, перегрызла им пуповины и лапами подбила слепых детей к сосцам, чтобы сосали молоко.

Живо зачмокали волчата, и теплое молоко полилось на каменный пол.

Егорий долго смотрел на волчат, потом подошел, прилег и губами осторожно взял волчью грудь.

Волчица и Егория подбила лапой и, разинув рот, высунула влажный язык.

«Унизиться более невозможно, — подумал Егорий, — убить надо ее и самому помереть»." (с) (Егорий голодал несколько месяцев, поэтому и делает это)

Здесь писатель описывает первый раскол и переход к новому миру. Весьма болезненный..

Так же мне почему-то вспоминается сказка волк и семеро козлят. Где волк съедает козлят причем, ровно семь. Как и Персефона, съевшая в аду семь зерен граната.

Нам конечно же расскажут что волк это демон, и абсолютное зло. В том числе и американские конспирологи толсто на это намекнут. В реальности же волк-жертва-Персефона весьма глубокий и интересный персонаж. Символ рождения нового мира. И ухода.. С одной стороны травматичного, с другой неизбежного, для сохранения чего-то. Как ящерица, которая чтобы спастись от погони сбрасывает хвост.

The head of a wolf in a story by one Russian classic.

"And a large gray she-wolf with red eyes and a heavy belly, on which her nipples were fluttering, ran through the threshold.

Yegory felt strange and wild in his soul: the she-wolf did not tear him to pieces, but trusted him without fear, running into the hut from the bad weather. Yegory bent over the she-wolf, she raised her muzzle and licked his hand.

Then he fell on the bench, facing the wall, and began to cry loudly and beat his head. The she-wolf gave birth to two wolf cubs, bit through their umbilical cords and with her paws pushed the blind children to the nipples so that they would suck the milk.

The wolf cubs began to smack their lips lively, and warm milk poured out onto the stone floor.

Yegory looked at the wolf cubs for a long time, then came up, lay down and carefully took the wolf's breast with his lips.

The she-wolf pushed Yegory with her paw too and, with her mouth open, she stuck out her wet tongue.

"It is impossible to humiliate myself any more," Yegoriy thought, "I must kill her and die myself." (c) (He's been starving for months, so he does it)..

Here the writer describes the first split and the transition to a new world. Quite painful..

For some reason I also remember the fairy tale The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats. Where the wolf eats the kids, exactly seven. Like Persephone, who ate seven pomegranate seeds in hell.

Of course, we will be told that the wolf is a demon, and absolute evil. Including American conspiracy theorists will hint at this. In reality, the wolf-victim-Persephone is a very deep and interesting character. A symbol of the birth of a new world. And departure.. On the one hand, traumatic, on the other, inevitable, to preserve something. Like a lizard that sheds its tail to escape pursuit..

Капитолийская волчица. Мать допотопного мира Рима-Руси с двоичным кодом. Мы сейчас, если что, живем в троичном.

Capitoline wolf. Mother of the antediluvian world of Rome-Rus with a binary code. We now, if anything, live in a ternary.

Она же, по версии англо-саксов.

The same, according to the Anglo-Saxons.

✨ Hıdrellez Rhyme ✨🤲🌿

On the eve when spring takes flight,

Hızır walks in golden light.

Wishes tied to branches sway,

Hope will blossom with the day.

Leap the fire, let shadows burn,

Luck will turn as seasons turn.

Dance upon the waking earth,

Miracles are given birth.

Water whispers, winds conspire

Hıdrellez sparks the heart’s desire🤲🌸

“Ritual”

The last of the three illustrations I made last year for “Witchzine” fanzine. The theme was “Witches’ Pharmacy/Healing Witches”, so the idea of my illustrations was inspired by the preparation of a healing ritual.

@femslashfortnight Day 9: Ritual (Alternative Prompt)

There is no proof KidzBop isn’t an arcane ritual performed for the sole purpose of preventing the awakening of a cosmic horror. It’s the only explanation for why it is still going, in fact.