guess who jinxed themselves and found more bones

now that the snow has melted here I've been finding a lot more animal bones- which is great, because I collect them

..but now my room is overflowing with skeletons and fur and I'm not too sure what to do in this situation

I'm so tired of going to oddities expos and 70% of the booths either being overpriced bulk crystals or 3D printed junk... like, c'mon.

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So actually Vampire is an ancient Eastern European god, they worshipped him before monotheism happened. Yeah he’s my patron. I can talk to him and he’s actually vegan and can go out in the sun just fine. The centuries of folklore is all just propaganda. Look at this 5-paragraph blog post from 2006 and you’ll see what I mean.

Salt is good for warding because all demons are secretly slugs

You can write down as many correspondences as you want, memorize entire lists from someone else's blog or book or whatever, but none of it will matter if you do not understand those correspondences. It's so critically important to ask "Why?"

Why is spirit purple? Why is love red? Why is chamomile calm? Why is quartz "all purpose"? Why does cinnamon speed up a spell?

Why, why, why?

What do you actually believe? And why?

working as a seasonal technician kinda sucks sometimes because I have to choose between being Absolutely Broke but gaining GREAT experience, or making a tiny bit of savings but being completely bored doing the worst work imaginable for 3-6 months

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Curiosity killed the minx. Witch/Magician/Sorcerer/Whateveryouwannacallyourself, if you do magic answer and share, please. :)

obsv bad is subjective, but here we are.

Death is the moss on the headstone I remove with my thumb as a family member tells me how they need to clean the family graves. We bury the dead beneath the green flakes.

Death is the sweat down my back and the ache in my feet. It is the way funeral goers have come up to me to ask how I “deal with this”. I tell them it is beautiful, in it’s own tragic way.

Death is the water in the flower vases pouring down my arm and staining my uniform. It is cleaning leaves out the hearse. It is the smell of the prep room and the chill of the freezer, both not as bad as you’d think.

Death is a family member holding up a toddler to reach toward a dead relative they will not remember. It is the open casket. It is the slight awkward nature of closing it.

My Gods are death, and they’re slick and mean. They are cruel rot and crueler tears. They surround me with music and flowers. Butterflies eat from the cemetery stands. They take and they take and it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it to see them move their hands, mighty and skeletal.

I thank you, oh Gods. Thanatos, Hades, Persephone, I thank you for standing near me. There are so many flowers here.

So fun fact about my practice:

I don't like having practical tools with only magical use. My athame is a plain old pocketknife. I use it to physically cut stuff. My normal broom is blessed & is what I cleanse with (so is my vacuum, because, carpet). My ritual jewelry is worn daily. My ritual mugs are just my morning coffee mugs, but I pick out which one is best for the working I'm doing (Death work, Ouija mug). And my herbs, hoooo boy, it's my normal spice rack.

Just because it's mundanely practical & useful, doesn't mean it isn't magical. If anything, being interacted with more makes it more powerful.

This is my rant, so as per ushe,

Go Forth & Get Weird With It

"lol I'm so grungebased and bastardcore, I'm so hashtag deathpunk and gothpilled-"

My neighbor, watching me power wash a rotting deer skull in the backyard: "I'm calling the cops"

I genuinely think spending a week camping off-grid changed my mentality for good.

Any bed feels like heaven after sleeping on a frozen mat for 4 nights, with coyotes yapping outside of the tent at dawn and a silence thick enough to hear a heartbeat. I don't think I'll ever complain about bad food again, after fighting to light a tiny flame for 30 minutes just for a can of lukewarm soup (in the snow!)

And I miss it. I would 100% do it again if given the chance.

Hi there, how are you?

Are you doing anything for the Easter season?

Hello! I am doing well tonight, thank you for asking.

I plan on starting a little herb garden once the weather warms up here a bit c:

y'all want to see the insane shit the "herbalism" folks on instagram are getting up to

by the way, if you've ever sent me an ask on here, I do believe that tumblr has eaten it, so apologies for ghosting you if that is the case

now that the snow has melted here I've been finding a lot more animal bones- which is great, because I collect them

..but now my room is overflowing with skeletons and fur and I'm not too sure what to do in this situation

    You know what I love about Witchcraft, is that as soon as you realize Witches of old used what they had to do what they need, things just start to click into place. They used cauldron’s because that’s what was in their kitchen, they made a great deal of things, because that was cheaper then buying ready made, they wrote in those big ole leather bound books because that’s what they had. And if you ever stressed about not being a real Witch because you don’t have any of these things that goes right away. (I mean it still would be nice to own a nice cauldron but i don’t need to have one!)

    It’s just beautiful everything is beautiful and nothing is wrong, your path, your tools, your methods are valid.