So this is happening as I’m about to do a late New Years tarot reading (via a spread from The Tarot Diagnosis).
I get out the deck I wanna use, I say a prayer, I calculate my anchor card according to the instructions for the spread… I even get out the tarot cloth that I got from my local cat cafe sometime back.
Jiji, almost immediately:
He’s helping me charge the cloth I guess? Or just taking a nap. Either way it’s cute.
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Hey y'all! Does anyone have any Dianic/female-only witchcraft groups or covens they could recommend? :) Been trying to look for offline ones but every single one is "inclusive" 😒 Might just start one of my own at this point
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I love when straight people are scared of us turning them gay, haha let me cook my little homosexual witch soup and cast the rainbow spell upon you >:)
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i got these transparent heart-shaped capsules a while ago because i wanted to use them in crafts and spells. i just made a cute little heart-shaped self love spell jar and i beaded it together to put on my phone case as a cute lil charmed charm.
i need to make so many for my loved ones now
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Feeling very drawn to Persephone, Hades, Hekate right now, and the deities and entities associated with crossing over and the realm of ghosts/deceased human spirits. Feeling the urge to do more research on non-Hellenic deities (particularly Celtic ones- as an umbrella term for deities from that area, since that’s where a lot of my ancestors are from and I’ve always felt drawn to those paths) and entities associated with these sorts of things as well.
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irrefutable proof i am a druid:
likes trees, especially oaks
has a stick
is white-legged
always knows when it's going to rain
obsessed with spirals
owns a guitar with The Tree Of Life design winding up the neck
has three bars of reception on phone at any one time, obviously representing The Awen
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Is it valid to do a ritual to Dionysus before trying out a new substance? I think so.
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When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.
Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.
So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.
Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.
One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.
It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."
The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.
Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.
It missed my lilac by inches.
The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.
I think next year, I'll see flowers.
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