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Summary: An unlikely encounter brings you and Cassian together, resulting in a decade - long obsession born out of lust and hatred. tw: female reader, hinted non-con, abuse/violence, obsession, jealousy, misogyny, degradation, slut-shaming, bullying, threats, choking, religious trauma, religious imagery, religious inaccuracy My ko - fi <3

Cassian still remembered the day you first met, the one he dreaded the most - the early spring warmth mixing with the smell of frost-hidden snowdrops. The earth being cleansed and reborn after a long, sluggish winter filled with challenges for the sinners' burning souls. Back then he was still working at the altar, freshly out of high school - barely nineteen, somewhere between a confused boy and a man of Christ.

He was called to fetch water from the well - it was nothing out of the ordinary, this was the sole reason he was part of the church, to help the elders with baptising and burying the dead. He was coming back with a rushed step when he saw you - bumped into you, to be exact. You were wearing a light white dress that covered just above the middle of your thighs, your ankles and feet fully exposed with just a pair of brown flowery sandals to go along with. You looked a bit older than the boy - maybe two or three years, he decided, as there was something mature in your beauty, an air of influence most girls his age didn't possess yet.

It all happened so fast - Cassian gasped in surprise as the water spilt all over you, sticking to each and every little crack and hem of your thin cotton dress. The wet fabric hugged all your curves, as if damp just to tempt him. He immediately looked down, covering his face with one hand as he tried to collect the fallen jug with the other, cheeks beet red. You, in turn, smiled playfully, reaching for the small pot before the man could grab it. You wiggled it in the air, laughing with your teeth out - glowing in the soft sunlight. He mumbled something incoherent, perhaps begging you to return it - but you were quick on your feet, running towards the river with the tool in hand, your soft giggles bursting like bubbles.

The boy hesitated for a second before eventually following after you, innocent brown eyes widening with a mix of fear and surprise, heart beating violently against his chest - this was the first time he was so close to a woman. After chasing you around the forest for a while, he stopped to catch his breath just to realise he had lost you somewhere along the way. He looked around, already panicking - too frightened to even begin imagining how the elders would react once they knew he had lost the ceremonial canna.

“Looking for this?” You suddenly called out to him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your pink lips. He quickly turned to face you, blushing once again as he spotted you sitting among the rocks surrounding the stream with the sun caught in your loosened locks - and his jug in your soft palms. You looked just like the nymphs his mentor had warned him about - cruel, whimsical creatures, yet painfully, breathtakingly beautiful. They liked to trick lost travellers and lonely shepherds, taking their soul for all eternity.

Cassian took a deep breath and mouthed a quick prayer to his patron, bringing his hands together. He could do this. He wouldn’t be swayed by you no matter how cunning you may be - for his soul belonged to Christ and Christ alone.

“Stealing is a g-grave sin, Miss.” The boy exclaimed, voice shaky yet unrelenting as he took a step towards you. “So please return the can to me at once!” This time he sounded almost breathless, whiny like a mere child. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your parted lips. “Aww, no need to get mad. I am simply borrowing it.” You cooed at the disciple with slight mockery, pretending to eye the item in your hands with great interest.

“I am n-not mad!” Cassian swiftly contested, crossing his arms to appear more intimidating, if that was even possible. “I am just frustrated - righteously so, since y-you took something that belongs to me, and refuse to give it back.” He continued, puffing his chest out towards you in annoyance. You found his attempts to convince you utterly adorable - but the only thing they accomplished was making you want to pick on him even more. “If you want it so bad, come and get it!” You egged him on, dingling it just above his head once again.

Then suddenly, just for a split second, something in his eyes changed. The brown turned dark and muddy, almost glowing with fury, his teeth grazing his cheek until he could taste the blood on his tongue - and next thing you knew, he had pushed you into the stream, soaked up to your chin. You started coughing, desperate to keep the water out of your lungs, but his hand pressed heavy against your chest, shoving you towards the very bottom of the river.

It was your turn to panic, cheeks heating up with uncertainty. You looked up at Cassian with soft, pleading eyes - begging him to let go. It was all too much for the sheltered boy - your prior teasing, your pitiful gaze, your warm skin shivering against the drenched, transparent clothing, leaving little to the imagination… He subconsciously began tugging at his tight golden collar, feeling the cold sweat creep upon his neck - then he slowly released you, letting your body rise up to the top without any added weight on it.

The disciple stared at your trembling form for what felt like eternity, unable to look away. Soon enough you came to your senses, scurrying to cover your breasts - but despite your best attempts at hiding, his fervent gaze kept threatening to burn a hole into your flesh. You opened your mouth to say something, perhaps an apology of sorts, or even an accusation - yet no sound came out.

And just like that the boy was gone.

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Cassian cried the whole night, he cried his little heart out, hugging the Mary Magdalen icon close to his chest - hoping, praying that he could be redeemed. He was sick, utterly sick. The way he had felt, the way his body had reacted to you - it was sinister, devilish, unholy. Something completely unbecoming of the sacred figure he aspired to become once his altar duties were finished. He was supposed to be different, a beam of light in a crowd of darkness and misery, and now he was filthy, reeking of sin - of you.

His racing thoughts left him restless, unable to close his eyes. He had no other option left - he had to confide in his mentor, it was the right thing to do. It was going to be alright, he tried to rationalise. Repent, and you will be saved. A sin admitted is a sin resolved and punished from within, from your very core. That’s what the elders always said - sin was human, but deceit was intentional, it meant that your soul was purposely straying away from God’s love and protection. The ones who were truthful and eager to accept their faults could still ascend to Heaven.

And Cassian was lucky - so, so lucky, because his mentor proved understanding to the troubles of his soul. He reassured him, taking him into his arms, the smell of incense and wax and home enough to soothe any heartache. The old man smiled gently, petting his hair - telling him that beauty was a Godly virtue, and there was nothing wrong with admiring it for his body itself was a fruit of desire and love. Then once the boy had stopped sobbing, his breathing finally even, the priest pulled him to the side and reminded him that he was one of his best students, and as such he simply could not be tempted and swayed by the weakness of the flesh. The deacon had seen him - had felt the cleaness in his eyes, and that’s precisely why he had chosen him; for his unyielding chastity and goodness. And he was never wrong about his pupils - so it was obviously the woman’s fault.

Cassian could understand it now, clear as day. You had tempted him. You had stolen his sleep and his tears like a siren, like a Jezebel. But that was fine, completely fine. It was all part of the big plan. Temptation was good - faith always had its challenges, and he’d be damned if he let someone as wretched as you lure him into severing his ties to God. This was his future. This church was his home, and so it would remain. He would become the next deacon of Holy Agnes, and you would be no obstacle. Just an underwater stone - a bug he had to crush so he could be free and whole again.

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Several years passed by with a snap of a finger. Cassian slowly matured, soft cheeks and bright eyes turning sharp and mundane with his newfound restraint. He had adapted some level of unconscious stoicism, set on raising above the lowly human needs. And yet he kept seeing you everywhere he went, like a ghost of the past.

Sometimes you were in the garden by his church, laughing and smiling with avid colours covering your body. Countless dingley pearly bracelets stacked one on top of the other heaving on your little wrists like a fire circle. You were loud, never one to suppress your silvery ringing voice. Other times you were sitting by the nearby lake, sewing or knitting, writing in a worn out notebook with fleeting papers all over your lap. You were in the bakery he walked by after Mass, on the opposite side of the farmer alley he frequented on the Sabbath. Always just a breath away, but never quite close enough.

He wanted to touch you. He wanted to drag you in by your hair and yell in your ear until it bled - you, who so innocently strolled left and right with your pretty twirly dresses and skirts that never covered your knees, you with your naked hands parading around the park with nothing on your mind, but rainbows and sunshine. As if you didn’t know you had ruined his youth with aching sickness over you - as if you didn’t care he had spent countless hours agonising, wondering whether he’d see you again. Wondering whether he’ll be able to hold back from reaching out and completely devouring you.

Were you looking for attention, looking so bubbly and careless, bright shouting colours on display? Were you hoping to tempt him again by showing all this vulnerable, ripe skin? Had you completely forgotten about that unlikely encounter that was permanently engraved into his memory with the burning mark of hellfire itself?

Because it certainly seemed so when the whole village was whispering about you and your countless misdeeds. People were saying that you were pursuing a crafting clerkship in the nearby town - that you were travelling alone, or in the company of strange men, sleeping in unknown taverns on the road for days. Drinking and drowning in debauchery. Rumours had it that you would give yourself away to the highest bidder, thus being able to fund all those adventurous trips across the land.

Cassian didn’t want to believe them, and he refused to partake in the tired, painfully repetitive conversations of the common folk who flocked to the church for warmth and food like a herd of sheep to a master. To him tattle was a sin of itself, a needless effort to drop the Lord’s name in vain just to curse a harlot or to mock an innocent, unsuspecting widow - but from day to day their words became harsher, crueller, ungodly. You were made to look like Lilith herself, and he couldn’t help believing what he could feel with his own heart.

It was a simple fact, really. You were just a whore, and nothing more - because he could clearly see you clinging to another man’s shoulder through the small glazed window of his, pushing your chest towards the dark stranger - laughing unabashedly at his jokes, gazing into his eyes, prompting him to claim your sweet lips. You were a whore, because you let them all have you, yet you belonged to neither. Not even to him - not even when you appeared in his dreams, tormenting him even in the comfort of his own psyche.

You would share your warmth with him then, caressing him - letting him rest against your soft breasts, letting him inhale your tantalising aroma. Teasing him endlessly, just to disappear at dawn, just before he had his final fill of you. And just like that the cycle repeated, driving him crazy.

***

It was another warm spring day when you two met again face to face. When he saw you, hair dishevelled and clothes torn apart, he thought he was still dreaming - but you were even more beautiful, even more radiant now. That’s how he knew you were real. He could finally touch you, he could smell the salt and morning dew on your skin, could lick the tears off your puffy, swollen eyes.

You had been dragged to the church early in the morning by the wife of the mayor, kicking and screaming. The older woman had been furiously gripping your wrist, forcing you to trip after her in a desperate attempt to keep up. Once inside the ceremonial hall, she had pushed you down at the deacon’s feet like a sacrificial lamb before a pagan god’s altar.

“Martha, dear, what’s wrong?” Cassian was quick to intervene before the woman could mess you up even more. “You know it’s unbecoming of a lady of such wise age to engage in this ungodly behaviour.” He explained calmly - it was obvious that he held no wrath for her, and this was all just a performance. The mayoress was very influential in the village, so he had to be careful with his words, lest you’d both be in trouble.

“Oh, Cassian, Cassian!” The wife all but crumbled against the man, heavy, accusatory sobs strangling her speech. “This harlot has done it again! She tried to destroy another family.” Martha kept wailing in a theatrical way, hanging off the deacon’s white collar. “My family, Reverend! I saw her talking to my husband, oh, it was utterly despicable! I might faint just thinking about it.” She rambled on and on, cheeks turning comically red. “She must be possessed by the Devil - I see no other explanation behind her constant sinful endeavours.” She fluttered her lashes as if attempting to persuade the deacon, going as far as to use the title only given to priests. “I beg you, Father, do something. Teach her the right way, make her repent. Our village can’t keep tolerating these… these outrageous conducts!”

You looked up at him just as he lowered his head to you, your eyes meeting. Your orbs were wide and filled with fright just like that day in the forest when he had pushed you into the river. You were gripping the end of his robes pitifully, tearfully shaking your head as if trying to deny all those ugly lies, mouthing off little sounds he couldn’t quite understand - and just like that he was nineteen again, sweating and mad all over you, lost in your sweet pleas for help. And help you’d receive.

“Calm your senses, Martha. I will deal with this.” Cassian patted the wife’s shoulder reassuringly, nodding at the big gate leading to the garden. “You must not worry anymore, you know you have a weak heart. Just - just go home for the day.” He looked at you one last time, and the sheer black burning intensity of his gaze made you shiver. “I know what to do from here.” He made an airy gesture at the older woman, smiling benevolently. “You’re right. Enough is enough.”

With that she finally left, satisfied that some order would be restored ultimately. The hall remained silent for a while; massive, dim-lit, over-decorated with various gorgons, demons and monsters - designed specifically to scare those who wouldn’t give in to salvation. “Leave us alone.” The man mumbled at last, snapping his fingers at the altar servants and nuns, who in turn hurriedly flocked to the back rooms, nowhere to be seen. You could feel the tears drying on your skin from the freezing cold air, leaving trails all over your scorching hot cheeks. He was observing you carefully, scared to miss even the slightest of reactions - your pain was so expressive he wanted to seal the memory forever in his brain. After all, he had dreamt of this for years. The day when he finally has you at his mercy with nowhere to go.

“I see that you’ve decided to succumb to a life of sin.” Cassian started off haughtily, moving just a bit closer - you were still kneeling on the floor as if you had assumed an eternal repenting pose. His fingertips grazed against your chin, his touch radiating pure ice - cold frost as his head tilted down in rehearsed condescension. “It’s quite unfortunate to see someone so beautiful give up on Christ.” He continued, eyes practically glued to your quivering form from above. It was intoxicating to have you in this position, quivering below him. He wanted to see you like this all the time, he decided. It suited you to be underneath him - you were a filthy, wicked adulterer and he was your saviour. He deserved your worship. He deserved your pain, and everything that would come with it.

“But then again, you’ve always been a temptress.” The man crouched next to you, quick as a snake - gripping your chin between his two fingers. “It must be oh-so difficult for you to act like an honest woman.” His grip got tighter. “Especially when you possess such a dirty, sinful bod–

“S-shut up!” You cried out, pushing yourself to stand on your knees. “Shut up, you know nothing of me, Reverend. You look at me with those eyes… Don’t think I don’t remember.” You hissed, suddenly gaining back the courage the woman had knocked out of you earlier, adrenaline pumping through your veins. “I’ve seen you follow me, I’ve seen you in my nightmares… You want me! You want me, and it’s driving you insane.” You gave him the cruellest look you could muster.

“The dirty one, the sinful one is you - you, and every single bastard in this goddamn village that seems to think they own me.” You spat it out, everything that had been building up over the past few months. The hurtful rumours, the nasty remarks on the streets, the way everyone was measuring you up, touching you without permission… This was your breaking point. “You don’t own me. You never will.”

Cassian was seeing red. Before he could even begin to summon any reason, his hands had tangled into your hair, pulling on it with malice he had never experienced before in his life. He was a being of love and kindness - yet any time he faced you, he turned to this gruesome, unholy beast of a man. It was all your fault. You had ruined him, since the moment you first met him you had been ruining him. You made him like this and there was no going back now. No amount of tears or pretty pleads could save you from the horrors that inevitably awaited you in Hell - the one on Earth. The one he was going to create just for you. Anything for you.

“Do not sully me with this blasphemous tongue of yours, wench. Don’t you dare utter a single word to me, lest you want to lose it.” The man hissed, venom dripping off every over pronounced syllable. His whole body was shaking with fury, skin red and painful as if on fire. One wrong movement could set him off into a flame that would kill you both. “I don’t want to hear a sound from those tainted lips of yours. Who knows how many have kissed them, hmm?” His face got dangerously close to yours - so close you could feel his warm breath across your cheek. Your heart was pounding violently against your chest in a fruitless attempt to escape the rib cage. You tried to push the deacon off you, but he didn’t bulge an inch.

“Aww, you’re going to hurt me with the same hands you caress your lovers with?” He grinned manically - you had never seen a man so unhinged. You had always known he was dangerously unstable as the forest incident had proven - which was the reason you kept your distance over the years, but you could never imagine he’d be so… bloodthirsty. “Have you got no shame?” Cassian was spiralling, going in mental circles.

He finally had you in his arms again, your skin warm and malleable against his - yet the only thing he could think of was all those men you had allowed by your side over the years. It was like he could see their fingerprints all over you, red and scorching on your body as if to mock him. As if to laugh at him for ever trying to fight the temptation in the first place. Your lips were wet and pink, so perfect and vulnerable trembling before him, just begging to be bitten. He reached in to kiss you - just like he had done so many times in his dreams, but he was met with your equally wet, cold cheek instead. You had turned your head away.

“Anyone, but me, huh?” The man screamed at the top of his lungs, beyond wild as he shoved you to the ground, crawling over your body in quick succession. You felt the blood drain from your face - could this be your final moment? “You are willing to give yourself to anyone, but the one who actually deserves you…” His hands travelled to your neck as if they had a mind of their own, voice suddenly dropping to a desperate, shaky whisper. “The one who craves you more than anything.” His fingers danced over your throat, holding your life in one tight grasp.

“What do you mea–”

“All my life I’ve been a good man.” Cassian interrupted you once again, tone back to its initial biting spite. “An honest man, goddammit! And I am not going to lose everything because of… because of some fucking whore!” Your words aimed at your heart just like daggers, and your eyes watered. You squirmed like an injured animal, praying to whoever was up in the sky that he would release you, but God wasn’t so merciful to sinners, apparently. “So you’re going to kiss me, right here, right now.” He was holding your wrists over your chest as he positioned himself between your legs. This couldn’t be happening right now, but it was. You were doomed, you had been doomed from the start.

“You’re going to kiss me like you kiss your lovers.” The deacon paused to lick the tear running down your chin, groaning at the heavenly taste. You wanted to drop dead. “Like you love me.” He pressed down on your neck, squeezing tighter just so your eyes would fill up with hundreds of tiny little tears - it made you look so glossy and cute. “Did you hear me? You are going to kiss me like you fucking love me, you damned slut.” Your face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

“And then I am going to fuck the Devil out of you.”

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greenwitchcrafts · 2 months

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March 2024 witch guide

Full moon: March 25th

New moon: March 10th

Sabbats: Ostara-March 19th

March Worm Moon

Known as: Crow Moon, Eagle Moon, Goose Moon, Hrethmonath, Lenting moon, Lentzinmanoth, Moon of Snowblind, Moon of Winds, Plow Moon, Sap Moon, Seed Moon, Sore Eyes Moon, Storm Moon, Sugar Moon & Wind Strong Moon

Element: Water

Zodiac: Pisces & Aries

Nature spirits: Air & water spirits & Mer-people

Deities: Artemis, Astarte, Athena, Cybele, Isis, Luna & Minerva

Animals: Boar, cougar & hedgehog

Birds: Sea crow & sea eagle

Trees: Alder, dogwood & honeysuckle

Herbs: Apple blossom, broom, high John root, Irish moss, pennyroyal, wood betony & yellow dock

Flowers: Daffodil, jonquil & violet

Scents: Apple blossom & honeysuckle

Stones: Aquamarine, bloodstone, jasper, opal &topaz

Colors: Pale-green, red, violet, yellow & white

Energy: Balance, beginnings, dream work, energy breaking into the open, exploring, fertility, inner development, karma, prosperity, spirituality, success & truth seeking

For many years, it was thought that the name "Worm Moon" referred to the earthworms that appear as the soil warms in spring. This invites robins and other birds to feed—a true sign of spring.

However, more research revealed another explanation. In the 1760s, Captain Jonathan Carver visited the Naudowessie (Dakota) and other Native American tribes and wrote that the name Worm Moon refers to a different sort of “worm”—beetle larvae—which begin to emerge from the thawing bark of trees and other winter hideouts at this time.

March’s full Moon often plays a role in religion, specifically in Christianity, this Moon is known as the Lenten Moon if it is the last full Moon of the winter season (i.e., if it occurs before the spring equinox) or as the Paschal Full Moon if it is the first full Moon of spring (i.e., if it occurs after the spring equinox).

Ostara

Known as: Alban Eiler, Lady Day & Spring/Vernal equinox

Season: Spring

Symbols: 8-spoked wheel, butterflies, chicks, decorated baskets, eggs, feathers, jellybeans, lambs, rabbits, seeds, shamrocks, spring flowers & sunwheels

Colors: Green, indigo, light blue, pastels, pink, red & yellow

Oils/Incense: African violet, florals, ginger, jasmine, lotus, magnolia, rose, sage & strawberry

Animals: Cormorant, hare, hawk, rabbit, sheep, sparrow & swallow

Mythical: Dragon & Unicorn

Stones: Amethyst, aquamarine, bloodstone, moonstone, red jasper & rose quartz

Food: Dairy foods, eggs(hard boiled), fruits, honey, honey cakes, leafy greens, vegetables, pine nuts, pumpkin, sunflower seeds, sprouts & waffles

Herbs/Plants: Acorn, cinquefoil, dogwood, ginger, Irish moss, olive, strawberry & woodruff

Flowers: Celandine, crocus, daffodil, dandelion, Easter lily, jasmine gorse, honeysuckle, hyssop, iris, jonquil, linden, narcissus, peony, snowdrop, tansy & violet

Goddesses: Aphrodite, Ariadne, Artemis, Athena, Coatlicue, Cybele,Demeter, Diana, Eos, Eostre, Flora, Gaia, Hera, Idunn, Iris, Ishtar, Juno, Minerva, Persephone, Venus & Vesta

Gods: Adonis, Attis, Celi, Cernunnos, Coel, Dagda, Dalon ap Landu, Dumuzi, Green Man, Lord of the Greenwood, Mithras, Odin, Osiris, Ovis & Pan

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Agriculture, balance, beauty, fertility, growth, life, love & rebirth/renewal

Spellwork: Air magick, fertility, new beginnings & water magick

Activities:

• Go on a hike/walk & look for signs of spring

• Add Ostara symbols to decorate your altar space

• Plant vegetable &/or flower seedlings

• Decorate eggs with bright colors

• Set your intentions for the weeks/months ahead

• Start a new class or hobby

• Create eggshell candles

• Make plans & new routines for the future

• Participate in rituals & ceremonies that connect you with energy & the life force of nature

• Have a feast with your friends &/family with sprouts & leafy greens

• Bake hot cross buns or lavender/lemon flavored treats

• Clean & de-clutter your home

• Try a re-birthing/ renewing ritual

• Bring fresh flowers or plants into into the home

• Host a spring & floral themed tea party

• Make egg based food dishes & desserts

This holiday marks the Spring Equinox, which happens before March 19-22. It is the second of three spring celebrations (the midpoint between Imbolc and Beltane) during which light & darkness are again in balance, with light on the rise. It is a time of new beginnings & of life emerging further from the grips of winter.

There is much debate regarding the origins of Ostara due to the lack of primary sources about this sabbat. One theory is the name of Ostara came from the Anglo-Saxon goddess Eostre. Another theory is that Eostre is more of a localized goddess in Kent County, England. Despite the questions of her origins, Eostre is associated with modern-day Pagan traditions of Ostara.

There is no evidence that the ancient Greeks or Romans celebrated Ostara, although they did celebrate their own spring festivals, such as the Roman festival of Floralia & the Greek festival of Anthesteria. It was a time to honor the returning sun, fertility & rebirth.

Related festivals:

• Nowruz- March 19th

Nowruz marks the first day of spring & renewal of nature. It is celebrated on the day of the astronomical vernal equinox. It is also celebrated as the beginning of the new year by people all around the world for over 3,000 years in the Balkans, the Black Sea Basin, the Caucasus, Central Asia, the Middle East & other regions.

It promotes values of peace & solidarity between generations & within families as well as reconciliation & neighbourliness. Nowruz plays a significant role in strengthening the ties among peoples based on mutual respect & the ideals of peace and good neighbourliness.

Traditional customs of Nowruz include fire & water, ritual dances, gift exchanges, reciting poetry, symbolic objects & more; these customs differ between the diverse peoples & countries that celebrate the festival.

• Holi- March 25th

Holi is a popular & significant Hindu festival celebrated as the The festival of colors, Love &Spring. It commemorates eternal and divine love of the deities Radha & Krishna. Additionally, the day signifies the triumph of good over evil, as it celebratess the victory of Vishnu as Narasimha over Hiranyakashipu. Holi originated & is predominantly celebrated in the Indian subcontinent, but has also spread to other regions of Asia & parts of the Western world through the Indian diaspora.

Holi also celebrates the arrival of Spring in India, the end of winter & the blossoming of love. It is also an invocation for a good spring harvest season. It lasts for a night & a day, starting on the evening of the Purnima (full moon day) falling on the Hindu calendar month of Phalguna, which falls around the middle of March in the Gregorian calendar.

• Easter- March 31st

also called Pascha or Resurrection Sunday is a Christian festival & cultural holiday commemorating the resurrection of Jesus from the dead, described in the New Testament as having occurred on the third day of his burial following his crucifixion by the Romans at Calvary c. 30 AD. It is the culmination of the Passion of Jesus Christ, preceded by Lent (or Great Lent), a 40-day period of fasting, prayer, & penance.

Easter traditions vary across the Christian world & include sunrise services or late-night vigils, exclamations & exchanges of Paschal greetings, flowering the cross & the decoration and the communal breaking of Easter eggs (a symbol of the empty tomb) among many others. The Easter lily is a symbol of the resurrection in Western Christianity traditionally decorates the chancel area of churches on this day & for the rest of Eastertide. Additional customs that have become associated with Easter & are observed by both Christians & some non-Christians include Easter parades, communal dancing, the Easter Bunny & egg hunting.

Other Celebrations:

• Festival of Luna- March 31st

Is a feast day honoring the Goddess Luna who is seen as the divine embodiment of the Moon.

The Temple of Luna was a temple on the Aventine Hill in Rome, dedicated to Luna, the moon goddess. Its dedication was celebrated on March 31st, thus the celebration.

According to Tacitus, it was built by king Servius Tullius. However, the first confirmed reference to a temple to Luna dates to 182 BC & refers to one of its doors being knocked off its posts by a miraculous blast of air & shot into the back of the Temple of Ceres. That account probably places the temple at the north end of the hill, just above porta Trigemina. The temple was struck by lightning around the time of the death of Cinna, as was the temple of Ceres. After the destruction of Corinth, Lucius Mummius Achaicus dedicated some of his spoils from the city to this temple. It was destroyed in the Great Fire of Rome in 64 AD & not rebuilt.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

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outofangband · 1 month

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Beleriand springtime headcanons

Last year’s: elves, humans

This is just a random little collection of thoughts! More about each group can be found through their tags! Please feel free to ask for locations or cultures and I’ll write some spring headcanons for them!

Beleriand is full of old growth forests and in the springtime, the forest floors are blanketed in crocus, bluebells, snowdrops, wild garlic. Common meadowfoam, globe thistle, lavender and buttercup grow in spring in Nevrast, parts of Ossiriand and other milder regions of Beleriand.

In the region of Nargothrond, the tending of the orchards starts in early spring though they are maintained throughout the year. Although apples and pears will not grow until later, the trees begin to bloom early and the spring festival in Nargothrond is harkened by crowns of apple blossoms, sugared pansies on soft breads and games in the orchards and over the Talath Dirnen. Indeed although some sugar is traded for from over the Ered Luin, some is made from apple. I have a lot of thoughts about the Telerin influences in Nargothrond’s culture (more in the Nargothrond tag!) and this is part of it!

In several Avarin cultures, primarily in southern Beleriand, the word for spring is related to the words for sound or renewal of sound. This refers to the music of returning birds, awakening frogs, spring rain and wind storms, and melting creeks that often accompany the return of spring

In Dorthonion, a ceremony is held in the early spring to commemorate the people and animals who died in the winter. This is usually held around the time that the spring births of their goats, sheep, alpacas and rabbits occur. The Bëorian tradition dates back to their journey over the Ered Luin and was lost after the Bragollach when such a devastating number of people and nearly all animals died and the displaced survivors did not have the means or access to the old locations to continue the tradition.

The Falathrim chart seasonal changes (among other things) by the stars, even before the rising of the sun and moon. They have some of the most detailed calendars of elven peoples in Beleriand during the first age.

Frogs especially tree frogs represent spring for the green elves of Ossiriand and elsewhere in Eastern Beleriand.

The Sindar of Hithlum and Nevrast harvest magnolia blossoms in the spring and use them in teas and seasonings as well as in traditional medicine. These customs were taught to the folk of Marach and maintained for many years after.

#the silmarillion #musing and meta #beleriand #nargothrond #falathrim #Dorthonion #ladros

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Attention *This chapter contains smut!*

Chapter 19: The Celebration of Victory Ben Solo reunites with his estranged family and Rey with her friends on Coruscant as the Resistance and the citizens celebrate their victory over the First Order... (artwork by @o0-snowdrop-0o, used with permission)

... Finn, Rose, Poe, Chewbacca, and the droids receive Medals of Honor at a public ceremony while Rey decides to reward Ben in an entirely different way... (artwork by @hotside, used with permission)

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For the send me a sentence and I will write something VM thing. Vaxleth . "You know I'm in love with you forever and ever and always, right?" (Going for the gut punch with this. Some of their first and last words of their romance.)

Hi! I'm so, so sorry this took me so long. I started writing it and I quickly passed 1,000 words, so I decided to just keep going. Thank you so much for the prompt! Also available on AO3. This is an alternate ending to Campaign 1. Read with music (I had this song on repeat the entire time).

Forever, and ever and Always.

Spring is Keyleth’s favorite season. Vax knows it as well as he knows the sun rises on the east and sets on the west, and that is why it is no surprise to him when she announces that she would like their wedding to take place in the Spring. Keyleth has had the ring on her finger for less than twelve hours, and her mind is already running with plans, flowers and decorations, and who does what. It would honestly be exhausting if Vax didn’t take great joy in watching his girlfriend – no, his fiancée – ramble with a grin on her face.

“I think we should do it in Zephrah. I appreciate Percy’s idea of holding the wedding in Whitestone, but it would still be snowing, and it could be troublesome.” She rambles, fluttering about the kitchen of their small cottage. “Do you think we can fit all our friends here?” She looks around for a second and continues, not allowing Vax to answer, “No, of course not. Maybe I can ask my dad if Pike, Scanlan, and Grog can stay in my old bedroom. Oh, but then where would I stay? We can’t see each other before the wedding. It’s bad luck.” Keyleth looks at him, outraged as if he was the one to suggest such a ridiculous idea.

The ramblings only get worse as winter ends, and Vax finds himself surrounded by a myriad of white fabrics, which Keyleth says have distinct tones – they all look white to him – a large platter of different types of cakes and desserts, one of the walls of their cottage decorated with small strips of parchment in what Keyleth affirms to be the seating arrangement and a multitude of different flowers and bouquets that Keyleth druidcrafted herself on every available surface.

“What do you think, snowdrops or dandelions?” Keyleth asks Vax as he returns home from an exhausting day at the temple, holding two different bouquets. He toes off his boots and crosses the distance to kiss her passionately, dropping his bag on the couch. She gets the message and blushes, setting the dandelions aside, “You’re right. Snowdrops are prettier.”

The day finally comes, not long after Keyleth’s birthday. Vax wears the traditional Ashari garments that Korrin offered him months before, in rich tones of blue and green, with red and gold accents, and tries to make his hair presentable as Scanlan stands behind him with a smile on his face. Percy is with Keyleth, of course – Vax wouldn’t dare suggest otherwise – and Vex is getting ready in their small guest bedroom.

“Nervous?” Scanlan rises to pat Vax’s elbow, who nods in response. “You can still run, I can polymorph you into a raven, and you can just… go.”

��Thanks for the offer, Scanlan.”

Syldor was invited, and to Vax’s surprise, he accepted. He and his family, Devana and Vax’s younger sister, Velora, are set to arrive before the ceremony through the teleportation circle that Gilmore and Allura were so kind to set up in the center of Zephrah. Syldor’s presence is clear to everyone: he was only invited out of courtesy and because Vax really wants Velora to be the ring bearer. Vax has no desire to have his father by his side at the altar, nor wishes for his presence any more than what he has to endure. No, that role falls to the gnome clad in purple behind Vax.

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Keyleth paces in her childhood bedroom in her undergarments. Pike finished her hair not long ago and ran out to grab something Keyleth doesn’t remember, and Percy is waiting in the living room, where she left him with her father, both dressed up for the ceremony. She would kill for some wine or ale. The anxiety that settled inside Keyleth when she woke up only worsened as the sun reached its apex in the sky. She has always hated giving speeches, often feeling like the sounds coming out of her mouth are nothing more than gibberish, so she holds a piece of parchment tightly against her chest as she mumbles the words repeatedly.

“Keyleth,” Pike is back, handing Keyleth a glass of water, which she gladly takes. “You’ll do great.”

“What if I choke, Pike? What if I can’t speak loud enough or blunder my words?”

“Keyleth,” The gnome woman holds Keyleth’s hands in hers, and Keyleth feels a warmth spread through her as if being blessed by Serenrae herself. “It doesn’t matter if others don’t hear your words. The only person that matters is Vax. Today is all about you and him and your love for each other. Nothing and no one else matters.”

Keyleth is so very glad for her friends, for her found family. She would not be where she is without them and their support. Pike was tireless throughout the entire wedding planning, often lending her ear and opinion when Keyleth couldn’t go to Vax. Both Pike and Vex had gone with Keyleth to shop for dresses and held her hand and hugged her when she found the one. Above all, both women had been there every moment that Keyleth didn’t believe she could go forward without her mom. Keyleth might not have a mother to hold her hand on her wedding day, but she has two sisters who love her just as much.

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Thanks to the magic of the Ashari, the howling wind surrounding the Summit Peaks does not have a significant effect on Zephrah. However, and it wouldn’t be an air elemental druid tribe otherwise, there is a slight breeze in the air, carrying the sweet smell of cherry blossoms and the hints of summer. Friends and family – and frankly, the entire town – gather under the enormous cherry tree where Keyleth was given her mantle as part of completing her Aramenté a few years back, and Vax smiles at the familiar faces sitting in front of him, twisting his head to smile at Scanlan and Vex by his side as he stands in front of an arch of leaves and vines, highlighted with snowdrops and daisies, which was crafted by the elders of the council as a wedding gift to the Voice of the Tempest and her partner.

As Kaylie readies herself by holding her flute against her lips, Vax notices the look of pride on Scanlan’s face as he admires his little girl. She plays a soft tune, signaling the beginning of the ceremony, and one by one, the crowd turns in their seats, looking at the goliath carrying a woven basket with flowers. There are a few snickers among those who don’t know Grog, but only one menacing look from him is enough to silence everyone. The goliath’s face opens in a grin as he walks down the aisle, adding white petals to the natural blanket of pink cherry blossoms that crunch loudly underneath his feet.

Not far behind Grog are Pike and Velora, the first holding a small bouquet and the second an intricate wooden box with two golden bands. Pike, who is just about as tall as Velora, takes the girl’s hand reassuringly as they pass by everyone, and when they reach the end, Pike takes her place to the side, and Vax bends down to hug his little sister.

“You did an amazing job,” He whispers before the small elven girl joins Vex by his side.

It is finally Percy’s turn to walk down the aisle, and he does so with all the pomp and circumstance of a member of a royal family. Vax sneers and shakes his head in amusement as his friend grins and reaches to hug him.

“Be good to her. I know where you sleep,” Percy threatens with a smile before taking Pike’s side.

There is an eerie silence in the air, and Vax’s stomach flinches. It’s time. He turns his back to the crowd, feeling the muscles of his legs tremble in anticipation. Keyleth had asked him to wait until she was ready, so they had worked on a cue, and Vax knew exactly when to turn around. Not yet. He tells himself as loud gasps sound behind him. Not yet. He repeats it in his mind at Vex’s low oooh next to him. Don’t turn. He thinks, closing his eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Vax hears the crunch of petals and the shuffle of movement behind him as someone approaches, and then there is silence again for a moment, leaving him hanging in expectation. A soft piano echoes around them as if the gods themselves are playing the melody, and Vex pats her brother’s elbow with a sniffle. So Vax turns around slowly, holding a breath.

Keyleth stands at the end of the aisle. Everyone is already turned in their seats to look at her, crying and gasping at how beautiful she looks. She wears a long white dress, the bodice covered in different kinds of white flowers – real flowers, from what Vax can see – including snowdrops, roses, and daisies that cascade down the tule, spreading around the skirt and the hem of the dress. The sunlight reflects in Keyleth’s fiery hair, pulled back in an intricate Ashari braid decorated with tiny white flowers, her circlet resting atop her head, also decorated with flowers and vines.

Vax’s mouth opens as Keyleth takes a step forward, one hand secured around Korrin’s arm while the other holds a bouquet of snowdrops, daisies, and greenery, like the arch behind him. Keyleth’s feet barely touch the ground – or so it seems – and there is an aura around her as if the sun is reflecting on her skin. She smiles at him with much more love and tenderness than Vax has ever seen anyone direct him, and, at that moment, he feels like he’s the luckiest man in the world.

When Keyleth reaches the altar, Vax finally lets out the breath he had been holding as Korrin kisses his daughter’s forehead, whispering words of love and encouragement before he takes his place in front of the arch.

“You look–” Vax tries to say, but the words falter as Keyleth’s bright green eyes fix him, and he says a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for allowing him to be here with her. Keyleth’s hand finds his, squeezing reassuringly as she, too, cannot find her words. She doesn’t need to. They both know how much this moment means. The words are left unspoken but not unfelt.

“Dear friends and family,” Korrin speaks as the couple faces each other, their hands still holding tight between them. His voice is powerful and steadfast, and Vax sees the love and pride in his eyes, the twinkling of a tear in the corner, threatening to fall as he initiates the ceremony. “We gather here today to celebrate the eternal union of Keyleth and Vax’ildan as they bind themselves together by the traditional handfasting ribbons of the Ashari and speak their vows.”

Vax hears Vex sniffle behind him as Korrin continues the ceremony, and the corners of his mouth creep up in a teasing smile, even though she can’t see it. He did not have the opportunity to walk her down the aisle since she had decided to elope without so much of a warning, and he was still hurt by it. But she is happy, and so is the man that stands behind Keyleth, wiping a tear from his cheek with an apologetic look. Yet, Vax can’t stop thinking about that moment in his sister’s life and how it hurt to miss it. He wonders if she, too, felt the same way he feels as he glances at the two empty chairs in the first row where Elaina and Vilya should be.

Vax looks back at the beautiful woman in front of him, who smiles softly as if she read his mind. Vax remembers a conversation they had months before, how he and Keyleth had sat down under this same tree and confessed to the other how much it hurt not having their mothers present at their wedding. They promised each other back then that, although there were physically absent, their presence would still be felt, and Keyleth started tracing plans to decorate their chairs. Snowdrops for Elaina, Daisies for Vilya.

“Keyleth, Vax’ildan, please take your hands and join them together,” Korrin gestures and Keyleth raises their still intertwined hands. There is a communal chuckle, as no one seemed to have noticed they had been holding hands the entire time.

“You have been through many adventures. You have fought many battles together, but your greatest adventure is still to come. Keyleth, Vax’ildan, do you vow to join each other in this marriage?” Korrin asks as Vex hands him a small white box.

“I do,” They reply in unison.

“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves,” Korrin takes an intricate woven ribbon from the box in tones of blue, red, and green. On one end of the ribbon is a charm with four triangles intertwined – which Vax recognizes as the symbol of the Ashari – and on the other is a charm of a mask surrounded by feathers and a raven skull – which Vax obviously recognizes as the symbol of his Matron. “A ribbon of three strands is not quickly broken.” Korrin finishes, carefully placing the ribbon on their hands.

Vax’s heart jumps in his throat as Korrin explains the symbolism of the colors: green for the earth that binds them from the paths they have walked together; red for the fire that burns in their hearts and for the courage of overcoming their fears for the other; and blue as a representation of the challenge they faced in Vesrah together.

“Your charms are a representation of who you are and where you come from,” Korrin continues, wrapping the ribbon around their intertwined hands and wrists. “The interlocked triangles of the Ashari symbolize your roots, as you are now part of our family,” Korrin smiles at Vax, who holds back a tear, “and the symbol of the Matron of Ravens the eternity of your love, for not even death can tear you apart.”

Vax’s gaze moves from their hands to Keyleth’s face, whose amused expression at her father’s words mirrors his. They have both died, Vax more than her, but their love brought them back stronger than before.

A raven feather falls just as Korrin starts to tie the knot, and he smiles, making sure it stays in place. Vax bows his head in gratitude to her for allowing him to stay, and a raven above their heads caws loudly, announcing its presence with the flap of his wings as it flies away from a tall branch of the cherry tree.

“Keyleth, your vows.”

“Oh gods, okay.” Keyleth gulps down the panic in her chest and takes a deep breath as Vax squeezes her hand and gives her a reassuring nod. “As we all know, I’m not very good with words, and I’m not very observant either. It took me a long time to figure out my feelings and even longer to overcome my fears, but your love was, and always will be, the wind underneath my wings, the earth that grounds me, the fire that warms my heart, and the water that washes away all my worries and anxieties. With you by my side, I know I will be better, stronger, and more confident. You inspire me every day, even though you can be reckless sometimes. You love so wholeheartedly and effortlessly, yet there is always room in your heart for more love and kindness. I am lucky to have you and to call you mine, and I want you to know that I will be by your side every day of your life. Besides, you know I’m in love with you, forever and ever and always, right?”

Both Keyleth and Vax’s eyes are filled with tears, and soft sobs and sniffles are coming from everywhere around them as their friends and family wipe away their tears. Vax’s throat constricts with how beautiful Keyleth looks, with how much he wants to kiss her. He does lean in, but Korrin stops him before he crosses the distance with a soft hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“Not yet,” They all chuckle wetly, tears falling faster. “Vax’ildan, your vows now.” Korrin pats Vax’s shoulder, who nods and takes a deep breath.

“I never thought I would be here today. I could say I wasn’t supposed to be here today, but we all know that’s bullshit.” Vax’s chuckle is followed by Velora’s gasp and a soft laugh from his friends. “I was ready to die, and I did die several times, yet here I am in front of one of the most amazing and powerful women I’ve ever met. I’ve always been a lucky bastard, but meeting you was no luck. It was destiny. You taught me how to be better, to accept love from others and let them take care of me, and I would not be standing here today if it wasn’t for your love and dedication. Keyleth, I believe in you as fiercely as you believe in me, and don’t you ever forget that. I’m so very proud of you, and I’m so very grateful to have the chance to spend every day of the rest of my life by your side. You know I’m in love with you too, forever and ever and always, right?”

The tears flow freely now, not just on Vax and Keyleth’s faces but also on their friends’ faces. Somewhere in the first row, Shaun Gilmore holds a delicate purple handkerchief and dapples the droplets from his eyes. Next to him, an equally elegant Allura takes Kima’s hand, who isn’t as subtle in her sobs. The loudest is, undoubtedly, Grog, in whose hands is a handkerchief the size of a pillowcase. Regardless of whether they are close friends or less-known habitants of Zephrah, there is a wave of tears from everyone in the audience, for they have all, in some way or another, had the opportunity to witness the love and dedication that Vax and Keyleth have for the other.

“Keyleth,” Korrin’s voice is different, as if he, too, is trying to hold back tears. “Do you take Vax’ildan to be your husband, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, from this day forward, until your drying breath?”

“I do.”

“Vax’ildan, do you take Keyleth to be your wife, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, from this day forward, until your dying breath?”

“I do.”

Korrin hands Keyleth the end of the ribbon with the Raven Queen charm while Vax takes the end with the Ashari symbol, and he signals for them to pull the knot tightly, securing the raven feather within it.

“May your marriage ribbons draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger. May the pledges you make never grow bitter in your hearts. You two are entwined in love, bound by all which brings strength to this union.” Korrin finishes with a soft smile. He nods gently at Velora, whose face opens in a grin, and walks closer to the older man. He gently aids Vax and Keyleth in removing the knot without untying it and places it back in the white box, handing it to Percy.

“Keyleth and Vax’ildan have also opted to exchange rings, a symbol of unity and completeness. Let them be a reminder of your love and the vows you have taken here today.” Korrin bends down to take the rings from the little girl, who promptly runs back to her sister, preening for a job well done. He hands Vax the soft golden band that the couple picked, something simple and symbolic, and asks him to repeat his words after him.

“Keyleth, with this ring, I take you as my wife. I promise I will love you forever, and ever and always.” Vax slides the ring on Keyleth’s finger with ease, smiling brightly.

“Vax’ildan, with this ring, I take you as my husband. I promise I will love you forever, and ever and always.” Keyleth says back, her smile as bright as his.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The couple looks expectantly at Korrin, who sighs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Go on, kiss her.”

Vax chuckles and leans in, placing one hand between Keyleth’s shoulder blades and the other on her lower back, and, without a warning, he dips her back and kisses her longingly as cheers and claps erupt around them.

This is a great feeling. Vax feels like his entire life finally has a purpose. He knows his job is not over yet, and will never be, but for some reason, the Raven Queen has allowed him to stay and be happy with the ones he loves. He can’t contain his joy as he faces the crowd, now standing in an ovation. He can’t help but mirror the smile on their faces, the tears of happiness that fall down his cheeks. Vax can’t contain a look of surprise as he sees his father stand proudly, clapping his hands with tears in his eyes, or at the nod he gives him, and how he mouths, that’s my son. There is still a long path to traverse between them, but this is the first step.

Keyleth pulls him into another breathless kiss, and as they break apart, she leans her forehead to his. Vax knows from how she looks at him that more than luck, she is his destiny, and their love is stronger than the gods themselves.

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#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #prompted #alternate ending #vaxleth au #many tears have been shed #this is probably one of my favorite things I have ever written #My dear Vaxleth shippers: this one is for you all <3

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Boldogasszony Masterpost

Everything I could find on Hungarian goddess Boldogasszony (BOL-de-vahs-oyn), cobbled together from various sources (some more trustworthy than others) and personal gnosis.

Number: 7

Colors: blue, red, pink, white, black

Themes: joy, abundance, harvest, fertility, birth, death, love, devotion, protection, winter

Symbols: hearts, rivers (and water), flowers (notably snowdrops, tulips, lilies), flame, blood, milk, gold

Offerings: milk, fruit, pastry, palinka, wine, water

Day: Tuesday (it is recommended not to do laundry or anything that pollutes water on her day)

Holy Days: Winter Solstice and feast days (more info below)

Boldogasszony, syncretized with Mother Mary, is the patron saint of Hungary. (Encyclopedia Britannica). But what do we know about the pre-Christian goddess?

Her name is usually translated as "Blessed Lady."

Boldog Asszony literally means ‘Happy Woman.’ Asszony, translated as ‘woman,’ possesses an extra nuance: Asszony indicates a relationship so close and intimate that, though not a physical blood relative, it is impossible to conceive of having a wedding or funeral without Her. That’s the gist of Boldog Asszony, presiding spirit of life cycles, especially births and weddings.

- Juika Illes, Encyclopedia of Spirits (via)

She may have originated as an Earth goddess.

Ő a kapuja életnek-halálnak, Ő a Föld, melyből minden földi élet sarjad és Ő az, aki befogadja a már nem használt testet, hogy újra születhessen általa. Óvja, védi a föld teremtményeit.

She is the gate of life and death, She is the Earth, from which all earthly life springs, and She is the one who receives the body that is no longer used so that it can be reborn through her. She protects the creatures of the earth.

- B Klári, "7 Feasts of Boldogasszony"

She is also sometimes referred to as Nagyboldogasszony and her seven daughters as Kisboldogasszony (big vs little Boldogasszony.) Are they the fae and she, their mother?

The Hungarian Christian Universalist page Az igaz tudás és szeretet hívei ("Adherents of true knowledge and love") describes an early religion called Büün or Boldogasszony Faith, the full details which I will eventually translate, where the female aspect of God is called Ukko, possibly similar to the Altaic goddess Akka. Both names simply mean "mother."

Feast Days

Boldogasszony (as Mother Mary) is officially celebrated on 7 feast days throughout the year in Hungary. These may have originally been linked to cycles of nature and agriculture.

Földtiltó Boldogasszony (Feast of the Immaculate Conception, literally "Our Lady of Land Blocking") - December 8th.

Gyertyszentelö Boldogasszony (Candlemas) - February 2nd.

Gyümölcsoltó Boldogasszony ("Our Lady of Bearing Fruit") - March 25th.

Sarlós Boldogasszony (Visit of the Virgin Mary to Elizabeth) - July 2nd.

Nagyboldogasszony (Great Boldogasszony) - August 15th.

Kisboldogasszony (Small Boldogasszony) – September 8th.

Olbasós Boldogasszony (Our Lady of the Rosary) - October 7th.

Along with on the following days:

Kármelhegyi Boldogasszony (Our Lady of Mount Carmel) - July 16th.

Havi Boldogasszony (Our Lady of the Snows) - August 5th.

Hétfájdalmú Boldogasszony (Our Lady of Seven Pains) - September 15th.

Fogolyszabadító Boldogasszony (Our Lady of Prisoners' Liberation) - September 31st.

Magyarok Nagyasszonya (Our Lady of Hungary) - October 8th.

Source: B Klári, "7 Feasts of Boldogasszony"

Ritual

Hungarian Native Faith Ceremony in Hungary, at the Temple of the Seven Images of the Mother of God.* Cc Laszlo Koppany

Boldogasszony may have been considered a "birth fairy" whose wrath could be incurred if new parents failed to call on her. She is also called upon for weddings.

Hungarian wedding festivals often take place in winter, after the harvest season and meat preparation. The traditions here are laden with magic we can ‘borrow’ for building strong personal relationships, asking for Boldogasszony’s blessing by having a cup of milk present at any activity. For example, cutting a rope that is attached to your home symbolizes your release from the old ways and freedom to enter into commitment. Stepping across birch wood purifies intentions and ensures a fertile, happy union.

Lighting a torch (or candle) represent vigilant devotion in a relationship. Do this at the time of your engagement, as you recite vows, or as you both enter a new residence for the first time so that commitment will stay with you. Wherever you are, eating off each other’s plates and drinking from one cup deepens harmony (include a milk product like cheese). Finally, dancing with kitchen utensils ensures that the home fire will always stay warm.”

- Patricia Telesco, “365 Goddess: a daily guide to the magic and inspiration of the goddess” (via)

I will continue to add more information and links to this post as I learn more. 💦🍑🌷

*Unfortunately some Hungarian neopagan groups align themselves with far right and nationalist movements. I do not endorse them or stand with them in any way, as I do not believe ethnic identity or faith should ever be used to oppress others. Migrants and refugees from the global South aren't the ones "eroding" Magyar culture. White monoculture has always been the greatest enemy to all European cultures and faiths.

Let us remove the chains of white supremacy so we can coexist in love with our fellow humans and the land, as Boldogasszony intended ❤️‍🔥

#osmagyar vallas #boldogasszony #hungarian paganism #magyar #paganism #op #gods and spirits #masterpost #my upg

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OC Info Sheet: Layla "Llorona" Montez

This lovely lady!!

Hair: indigo, long & curly (until Cora burns some by accident then it becomes a bob)

Eye color: golden yellow

Height: 5'9.5

Age: start of story 26, cora's death 29, when reunited with law 42

Devil fruit: Wail Wail Fruit- a person with extreme grief gives out a loud sound wave that triggers anyone within it's radius an extreme fear induced reaction (fight creates destructive self harm, flight will take any means necessary ways to flee, and freeze will leave them paralyzed for 2 minutes)

The stem is red and the rest is a dark blue. Turn it upside down to see the face :D

Background: Born and raised in a cluster of isles called Mariposa Island, an artisan place where butterflies and florals are the main inspiration.

Grandparents were from Dressrosa, it's where she got her accent

Married a man named Nicolas Estrada very young (22 & 23) and had a son named Lucas (4) (Both now deceased)

She worked as a jeweler, while her husband was a perfumer.

Her Story: Pirates destroyed her town in search of a hidden devil fruit, killing her husband. When she found his body the devil fruit was hidden with him. She ate it hoping to use it's power to stop the pirates but nothing happened.

She then goes back to her own house to find it on fire and rushed in there to rescue her son, burning herself in the process. When she tries to put out the fire in a river nearby, she unintentionally drowns her son to death. (You can easily tell I'm using the ghost myth of Llorona for inspiration)

Grief struck, she uses the devil fruit power to chase away/killed everyone in town. She was later found by Giolla and Diamante who were on a mission/shopping trip. They take her to Doflamingo who decides to keep her as part of the family. Reality is that he wants to weaponize the fruit.

Cora tries his best to get her out/make her life less miserable since he can't scare her away. He does fall in love in her eventually but hides it out of guilt and in fear that Doffy will use it against him.

When Law shows up, Layla grows more attached to him compared to other kids due to the fact he looks like her dead son (both have dark hair and golden eyes). It felt like a second chance of saving him from death.

She falls for Corazon when he speaks to her for the first time. "Come with us. We'll find a cure for Law and get you far away from this life." Law finds their lovey dovey stuff stupid and gross.

Fun facts:

A romantic at heart, enjoys the arts

Favorite food: pan de dulce (sweet bread), specially conchas (melon bread?)

Least favorite: anything pickled really

Favorite color: a soft blue

Flower to represent her: Snowdrops (Meaning: A symbol of sympathy and condolence, "with death comes rebirth." Snowdrops can be used in other ways as a symbol or representation of hope, renewal, and comfort in rituals, ceremonies, or meditation.)

Birthday: April 7th

Hobbies: singing, collecting sea glass

Law calls her "Yona"

Song to give her: My Love Mine All Mine - mitski

Not so fun facts:

The tear streaks down her face started as makeup but Doflamingo makes them into tattoos as a punishment for attempting to leave

Doflamingo used Sugar's ability to make Layla a doll for years as a punishment to escape during the Dressrosa takeover

Since it follows the canon story, Layla gets captured and separated because of Vergo

#if you want to know a more detailed story then read my fic #or just ask #inbox is open #one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #trafalgar law #one piece oc #oc: Layla Montez #corazon x oc #oc x canon #info post

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ima-ghost-art · 8 months

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all flowers for mistojerrie!!!

!!!!

Rose: I'd say they are pretty tied on whose most romantic, they just show it in different ways, but I think misto would probably do the most subtle romantic things!!

Tulip: Mungojerrie!! Jerrie loves swiping little trinkets for misto when hes off on his adventures, (Mist has them all decorating his den)

Daisy: Suprisingly Misto!! I love the hc that Mistoffelees was the one who came up with Jerrie and Teazers song (from when he used to sing it on stage) and I think he would have come up with it while doing chores (hes good and Jerrie loves it!!)

Lily: They are both considered fun by the kittens and their friends, but Mistos showman flare gives the edge, even if hes shy sometimes

Dahlia: almost never, but when things involve Macavity, they both find it hard to talk about. When Jerrie continued to work along side Mac after their 'big escape', he did keep it from misto for a long while.

Poppy: with their 9 lives, even when they are no longer romantically involved, they are bonded forever and will never stop loving eachother

Bluebell: Mistoffelees, it's easy to tell when hes emotional as his magic doesnt exactly let him hide it very well either (happy = sparkles, sad = rain)

Peony: Mungojerrie 100% no question

Sunflower: both? I think depending on the situation they would both do it for eachother, however they very much could just be going together (or even met there 👀) (shout out too A Matter Of Naming by ladygabe on ao3 for being the reason I fell for this ship)

Water Lily: Misto cares alot about his appearance, probably stemming from how much he looks up to his uncle Bustopher!! He always feels his best when hes able to dress to the 9s (jerrie loves whatever misto wears tho)

Cherry Blossom: Mistoffelees 100%

Orchid: Most of the time Jerrie is big spoon and Misto is little spoon (Jerrie can feel if Mistoffelees disappears and Misto knows Jerries at his back) however they do switch every so often!!

Snowdrop: in "cat years" roughly 2 and a half years

Forget-Me-Not: Teazer and Victoria begged them to do an unofficial Mating ceremony (after they agreed they didnt want to be officially classed as mates) it was beautiful, Demeter and Bomba "officiated" and sang for them, while Jemima was their flower girl and they end up doing a dance similar to this!!

#asks #answered asks #rare pair #MistoJerrie #THIS WAS SO FUN!!!#cats the musical #lol i feel like the token mistojerrie person and thats awesome xD #magical mr mistoffelees #mr mistoffelees #Mistoffelees #Mungojerrie

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2broschlininahotub · 2 years

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Here is a story for Sumeru and an introduction to three groups in Sumeru. Vara, Mardel and Nahida were asking Nahida if she wants to be adopted. Nahida wants to be adopted by Vara. Vara was delighted called Hela and Loptr. They spent the rest of day talking to each other. The rangers were sending tighnari reports about a giant serpent in the forest. He went to investigate with Collei. They arrived and Tighnari saw a bunch of tiny sprights, two bird people, two giant women and the world's biggest snake all of em eating cookies. They approach Mardel. Mardel the ever so motherly person asked if they want cookies. The group of them got to know each other better and Cyno joined in later. The discussion comes about Collei's sickness. Vara mentioned that they can perform a ceremony that can cure Collei and grants her a bit of power that makes her gain fairy like traits.

In snezhnaya, the Rikka are sensing something that makes her want to go somewhere so teardrop asked if Snowdrop and Hellebore to take care of the others so Strenna, Teardrop, Mudan and Kanzashi went to look for it. Erica went to Zapolyarny Palace to look for Capitano and gave him a letter from Mudan. It explain where they are going but told him not to tell anyone else where they are going as to not worry anyone.

The ceremony was preparation was complete. Cyno and Tighnari were watching. The ceremony was about to be done Collei was wore a plain white dress. Collei started to float and green light appeared and two portals opened up. Cuillein-Anbar started to float. The creatures from the portals were that of the naturia forest and The denizens of Mount sylvania. Teardrop, Strenna, Mudan and Kanzashi appeared. A blue hue started to glow from Collei. Collei then went through a magical girl transformation sequence. She then appeared in a very green dress with a brown corset with leaf like pattern on her dress. Her hair grown very long around hip level then a bow with with thorn like details. Then Cullein amber transformed into something like this but with a more green and brown color scheme. (this is spirit blossom teemo from league). Then a letter says for a new form you must say these words Crystalis heart. Collei said the words then had another transformation which lead to her transformat into a dress that a flower girl wears with a basket fruits and nuts and a teardrop bounqet with a Blue rose. You know the phrase guns and roses well. The bounqet contains a rifle, a machine gun mode that shoots thorns and a third being a whip sword. In her crystal form, Cullein amber has the outfit but has more whites and blues with a Blue rose oon his hat. She has this ability in this form. The ability to force someone to relive their saddest moment in their life. Example if used on diluc, Diluc would have to relive seeing his dad die in front of him. He would then have thorns slowly start covering him. Then blue roses would appear on his mouth and then his head. It would place him under this curse for an entire day. The reason why she has this ability cause teardrop has this but much stronger. She has the ability but instead of thorns; they become ice sculpture for 10 years.

Meet the naturia

The naturia's are based on forest creatures but the three at the top represent the four gods of direction in Chinese mythology. We have Barkion who represents the Azure dragon of the east. Landoise represents the black tortoise of the north. Beast represents the white tiger of the west each are the guardians of the naturia sacred tree which keeps is a giant seal of the qlifort. Beast is the smallest out of the three. Landoise is the biggest around the size of an island but can shrink to the size if a location. Barkion is the longest. Beast has the ability to induce an aura of respect from anyone and force them to follow you commands. Landoise has the ability to carry a new world on its back. While barkion has the ability to force someone to pull them towards gravity effectively locking them in place. In shot Barkion has the ability to make anyone heavy. Camellia Is the gossip girl and info broker of for plants and antjaw can command small insects to help them in this case ants. The reason why they left cause their forest was being invaded by aliens.

Meet the sylvans

Each "Sylvan" monster is based on various plants and take on a variety of occupations, with touches of various aspects of Shinto, Japan's chief religion.

Alsei is based of the baihu and he has the power of fear. He has the ability to control someone life force. He has the ability to instantly make someone old or make someone young again.

Orea is based on the vermillion bird. She has the power to return one to dust. Imagine the ability to turn someone's cells into dust them then blow them away. They will reform but they will be very sent to where the wind goes. From Oreas current position, she can send them all the way from avida forest to mondstandt and khaenri'ah border.

Bladefender comes Blade of grass/Defender he works as princessprite's guard and protector. Power level equal to diluc and keaya combined to defeat him. He is that good with a sword. He is actually mutated grass that became to look human.

Meet Princess sprite, She was once a little princcessprout but know she has become a grown woman. She is around Ayaka's age. She works to deal with relations with other creatures. She doesn't have much physical power but has the ability to increase diplomatic relationship with people. The reason they left was a war that was happening in their area.

In short, Collei is now strong enough to beat zhongli. There are know multiple spirits in Sumeru. There was a giant pillar of light that erupted from avida forest and Cullein amber is now alive.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau cult au #yugioh x genshin sagau crossover #genshin yugioh crossover

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rachelhargrove · 1 year

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character: Elijah Falvey @elifalvey

location: Snowdrop Soiree

As soon as she got to the event she felt the need to find someone she knew, it was always that nerve wracking feeling of not knowing anyone that either pushes someone to introduce themselves or cling to a person they do know even by just a little bit. Thankfully she saw Elijah though and smiled as she moved to greet him, seeing him by himself for the time being. “Oh thank goodness I was getting jitters that rival first day of school nerves. I’ve never been to a charity ball before. Nice holiday parties? Sure. A few award ceremonies. But this is a whole different league.” Her eyes searching around the space before going back to her close friend. “You look really nice by the way.” She smiled, unsure how difficult it must be for a man to find white formal attire that didn’t look tacky.

#thread #thread: eli falvey

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snowclan · 2 months

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Swinging Snowdrop back from our first try at the blog! Will likely keep -drop as her suffix this time around when it comes around to her naming ceremony! It's such a cute name.

#my art #warrior cats

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queenofcandynsoda · 3 months

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Sol Fertilis: Fertility Fest/Day of Lilies and Snowdrops

Fertility Fest/Day of Lilies and Snowdrops

The Fest of Fertility, also known as the Fertility Fest or the Day of Lilies and Snowdrops, celebrates the early signs of spring and the blooming of the year's first flowers. It occurs on the first of February.

In the morning, households rely on their Gamma Minus maids to clean and prepare their homes for the spring season as this is their job. This was also the time when families would have a breakfast that consisted of several loaves of bread, ful medames, jamon, cornetto, latte, and orange juice. The leftover loaves would be later used for that day’s dinner.

Afterward, families would attend their county’s place of worship, either a Roman temple or a Catholic Church;

In the Roman version of the Fertility Fest, couples bring their young pups to a temple, where they are bathed with water from a sacred spring. In the center of the temple, there is an open area where there is a bonfire where a priest would dance around along with Lars.

In the Catholic version, couples bring their young pups to a Catholic church for a special blessing ceremony. The priest orchestrates prayers and blessings, using holy water and blessings with bible passages.

In the afternoon, all of the ranks would spend the day at their county’s fair, where there are stalls for games, snacks, wine, and beer. The fair would have a Roman market-style design. It is meant to be a temporary venue for a day. It has grapevine and flower decorations and garlands on every corner. In the center, there is a shrine dedicated to Gratiana, the goddess of gardens, horticulture, flowers, and fertility. Close to it, there is also a symbolic tribute honoring the Vestal Virgins and their sacred flame. The games include tug-of-war for Alphas and Deltas, discus throwing, relay, miniature chariot racing, Roman numeral bingo, flower pot painting, memory game of Sol Fertilian symbols, mosaic art station, and many others.

For snacks, the primary ones would be roasted chickpeas, fruit skewers with honey, breadsticks, dried fruits and nuts, stuffed olives, and dates. Depending on which county, there would be different secondary snacks based on the district’s cuisine.

For dinner, along with the leftover loaves, families would have roasted chicken, ricotta gnudi, potato salad, and oysters. The desserts would include creme catalana and struffoli. The drinks are primarily wine for the upper and middle ranks, beer for the lower ranks, and grape juice for children.

The day ended with a final prayer for hoping that winter will end in time and renewal in the spring.

#sol fertilis #fertility fest #Day of Lilies and Snowdrops #holiday #dystopian omegaverse #dystopic #dystopian #dystopia #omegaverse au #omegaverse #winter

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wayward-wilds · 1 year

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Suddenly got the urge to write a naming ceremony, so here's Pine's!

Stripes padded forward, into the middle of camp, nerves fluttering in their belly like butterflies. They knew what they were going to be—rare was the kitten who didn’t know by the time they were two months old—but still, standing in front of the whole colony, and announcing what they were going to do? It was terrifying.

Beaver Tail caught their eye and gave them an encouraging nod, and they flashed a grateful look at their father. They hoped he might choose them, but they knew he had another litter of kittens on the way, and might want to prioritize being with those kittens, like he had for Stripes.

He stopped in a dusky sunbeam, the colony in a rough circle around him, and felt the sun warm on his pelt.

“I will—” he started, but his voice came out rough and quiet, and he shook his head and tried again. “I will join the Fighters, and my name will be Pine.” He signed as he spoke, paws trembling as he made the slash-like sign for Fighter, but he got the words out.

The colony was silent, waiting for an adult Fighter to claim him. They shared glances, and Beaver Tail nodded at Wolf Claws. The grey and cream tortoiseshell stepped forward into the clearing, and spoke.

“I will mentor Pine. Welcome to the Fighters, kitten of the forest.”

Their voice was calm, and their paws did not shake. They dipped their head to look him in the eyes, and he had to struggle not to leap about like a young kitten.

“Thank you,” they managed to get out, tail swishing in excitement. They padded over to join the Fighters, and Snowdrop pressed against their side, purring. Her pale eyes were big and happy, and she butted her head against theirs.

Sorrel Storm broke up the meeting with a few closing words, but Pine wasn’t listening. He was a Fighter, just like Snowdrop, just like his father, and he would make them proud!

#excerpts #the forestcats #ceremonies

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theeclecticwitchblog240 · 1 year

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Esbat Overview

~What is an Esbat?

An Esbat is a Wiccan ritualistic meeting held each month at the time of the full moon. Sabbats are the eight festivals of the wheel of the year, in celebration of the seasons changing. Esbats are the part of the season where the main magical work is done. Magic for all manner of needs is enacted during esbat rituals, both in group settings and by solitary practitioners.

~Celebrating the Esbats

In addition to the eight Sabbats observed every year, many Pagans celebrate a regular esbat, in which magic is performed and the gods and goddesses of the tradition are honored. Most covens and groups meet at least once a month and time this ceremony so it coincides with the full moon. When your coven meets up, either cast a circle or smudge to purify the area, establishing the space as sacred. Turn to the moon as either an individual or as your coven and state your intentions for your future magical work for the night or later in the month. Close with gratitude before moving onto the magical work.

~~Ways to work with an Esbat~~

~Do spell work~

Harvest the powerful energy from the full moon.

~Do Rituals~

The full moon is a divine feminine time great for rituals and honoring feminine deities.

~Meditate~

The evening of a full moon is a perfect time to meditate. The full moon represents the conclusion of projects, tasks or dreams. Focusing on what you have accomplished is a great way to celebrate a full moon.

~Charge tools~

Use the moonlight to charge divination tools and crystals for future magical work.

~Moon Bathe~

Make moon water and bathe in it to soak up the energy of the full moon.

~Zodiac Full Moon Magick~

The Moon spends a day or two each month in each of the twelve signs of the zodiac. The sign the moon is transiting through can be used to good advantage during spellwork.

~Full Moon in Aries~

A good time to perform spells related to job ventures and all new projects related to money. Also a good time to develop strength and courage, and lust spells. This is not a good moon for performing divination.

~Full Moon in Taurus~

This moon is excellent for spellwork relatd to love, creativity, and inner peace. Spells done at this time take the longest to manifest, but the results will be very long lasting and be stable.

~Full Moon in Gemini~

The perfect time for spells dealing with communications, healing, and uncrossing spells. Be careful- the moon in Gemini can be unpredictable and unstable.

~Full Moon in Cancer~

Excellent for any spell involving the home, fertility, children, or divination.

~Full Moon in Leo~

Spells involving leadership, prosperity, fame and career are best done in Leo, but do not perform any spells involving love, or any other emotion, as Leo may actually counteract it.

~Full Moon in Virgo~

This moon ensures a spell which involves meticulous detail, especially spells involving education, healing, and stability.

~Full Moon in Libra~

Excellent for working a spell with a partner, and for magick involving marriage, couples, partnership, peace, and fairness.

~Full Moon in Scorpio~

Use this energy for mysteries, the occult, divination, and sex magick.

~Full Moon in Sagittarius~

This is an excellent time to experiment with new techniques or magick spells, but it is not a good time for psychic work or divination.

~Full Moon in Capricorn~

Perfect for spells to manifest life's basic needs and for stability.

~Full Moon in Aquarius~

The best time to work on behalf of others, but consciously stay focused on your heart to maintain a higher consciousness with others, and to avoid selfish motives.

~Full Moon in Pisces~

Perfect for divination and psychic work, past life regressions, and communication with spirits.

~~Esbats~~

~January ~ Wolf Moon~

Other Names: Quiet Moon, Snow Moon

Element: Air

Colors: Brilliant white, blue-violet, black

Crystals: Garnet, onyx, jet, chrysoprase

Flowers: Snowdrop, crocus

Herbs: Marjoram, holy thistle, nuts, cones

Incense: Musk, mimosa

Animals: Fox, coyote, pheasant, blue jay

Magic: Protection, reversing spells

~February: Ice Moon~

Other Names: Storm Moon, Hunger Moon

Element: Fire

Colors: Light blue, violet

Crystals: Amethyst, jasper, rock crystal

Herbs: Balm of Gilead, hyssop, myrrh,

Flower: Primrose, sage

Incense: Wisteria, heliotrope

Animal: Otter, eagle, chickadee

Magic: Purification, growth, healing

~March: Storm Moon~

Other Names: Seed Moon, Moon of Winds

Element: Water

Colors: Pale green, red-violet

Crystals: Aquamarine, bloodstone

Flowers: Jonquil, daffodil, violet

Herbs: Irish moss, high john root, yellow dock, wood betony

Incense: Honeysuckle, apple blossom

Animals: Cougar, hedgehog, boar, sea crow, sea eagle

Magic: New beginnings, balance of light and dark, growing, prospering, exploring

~April: Growing Moon~

Other Names: Pink Moon, Growing Moon

Element: Air

Colors: Crimson red, gold

Crystals: Ruby, garnet, sard

Flowers: Daisy, sweetpea

Herbs: Basil, chives, dragon's blood, geranium, thistle

Incense: Pine, bay, bergamot, patchouli

Animals: Bear, wolf, hawk, magpie

Magic: Creating and producing, change, manifestation

~May: Hare Moon~

Other Names: Bright Moon, Flower Moon

Element: Fire Colors: Green, brown, pink

Crystals: Emerald, malachite, amber, carnelian

Flowers: Lily of the valley, foxglove, rose

Herbs: Mint, mugwort, thyme, yarrow

Animals: Cats, lynx, leopard, swallow,

Incense: Rose, sandalwood, dove, swan

Magic: Creative energy, Strengthen connection with spiritual guides and surrounding entities

~June: Mead Mood~

Other Names: Lover's Moon, Moon of Horses

Element: Earth

Colors: Orange, golden-green

Crystals: Topaz, agate, alexandrite, fluorite

Flowers: Lavender, orchid, yarrow

Herbs: Skullcap, meadowsweet, vervain, tansy, dog grass, parsley, mosses

Incense: Lily of the valley, lavender

Animals: Monkey, butterfly, frog, toad, wren, peacock

Magic: Grounding rituals, strength, purification

~July: Hay Moon~

Other Names: Moon of Blood, Thunder Moon

Element: Water

Colors: Silver, Blue-gray

Crystals: Pearl, moonstone, white agate

Flowers: Lotus, water lily, jasmine

Herbs: Honeysuckle, agrimony, lemon balm, hyssop

Incense: Orris, frankincense

Animals: Crab, turtle, dolphin, whale, starling, ibis, swallow

Magic: Relaxed energy, success, manifestation, divination, dream-work

~August: Corn Moon~

Other Names: Harvest Moon, Barley Moon

Element: Fire

Colors: Yellow, gold

Crystals: Cat's eye, carnelian, jasper, fire, agate

Flowers: Sunflower, marigold

Herbs: Chamomile, St johns wort, angelica, fennel, rue, orange

Incense: Frankincense, heliotrope

Animals: Lion, phoenix, crane, falcon, eagle

Magic: Harvesting energy, group rituals, vitality, health

~September: Harvest Moon~

Other Names: Wine Moon, Singing Moon

Element: Earth

Colors: Brown, yellow-green, yellow

Crystals: Peridot, olivine, chrysolite, citrine

Flowers: Narcissus, lily

Herbs: Copal, fennel, rye, wheat, valerian, skullcap

Incense: Storax, mastic, gardenia, bergamot

Animals: Snake, jackal, ibis, sparrow

Magic: Purification of mental, emotional, and spiritual clutter

~October: Blood Moon~

Other Names: Moon of the Changing Seasons, Shedding Moon

Element: Air

Colors: Dark blue-green

Crystals: Opal, tourmaline, beryl, turquoise

Flowers: Calendula, marigold, cosmos

Herbs: Pennyroyal, thyme, catnip, burdock, angelica

Incense: Strawberry, apple blossom, cherry

Animals: Stag, jackal, elephant, ram, scorpion, heron, crow, robin

Magic: Cleansing, reincarnation, justice, balance

~November: Snow Moon~

Other Names: Dark moon, Morning Moon

Element: Water

Colors: Gray, sea-green

Crystals: Topaz, lapis lazuli

Flowers: Blooming cacti, chrysanthemum

Herbs: Vervain, betony, borage, cinquefoil, blessed thistle

Incense: Cedar, cherry blossoms, peppermint, lemon

Animals: Scorpion, jackal, crocodile, owl, goose, sparrow

Magic: Transformation, communication with spirit world

~December: Cold Moon~

Other Names: Oak Moon, Moon of Long

Nights Element: Earth

Colors: Blood red, white, black

Crystals: Serpentine, jacinth, peridot

Flowers: Christmas cactus, holly, poinsettia

Herbs: English ivy, mistletoe

Incense: Violet, patchouli, rose geranium, myrrh, frankincense, lilac

Animals: Mouse, deer, horse, bear, robin

Magic: Rebirth, spirituality, communal magic

I hope this mini guide helps others!

Blessed Be!

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koraki-grimoire · 3 years

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Ancient Hellenic Herbs, F-M

[Introduction & Index]

Fennel (Narthêx) Species: Ferula communis Identification: A tall, yellow-flowering plant with a slow-burning pith Associations/Uses: Transporting fire, Prometheus, Dionysos, thrysos, torches

Fig Tree (Sykea) Species: Ficus carica Identification: A tall shrub or small tree with edible fruit Associations/Uses: Demeter, Dionysos, Sykeus (titan), Syke (nymph), Phytalos, orchards, prosperity, abundance, agriculture, epilepsy

Frankincense Tree (Libanos) Species: Boswellia carterii Identification: A tree that secretes the resin-sap frankincense Associations/Uses: Helios, Leukothoe, religious ceremonies, the Theoi

Grapevine (Ampelos) Species: Vitis vinifera Identification: A vine with purple clusters of edible berries Associations/Uses: Dionysos, viticulture, winemaking, Ampelos (satyr), Ampelos (nymph)

Hellebore (Helleboros) Species: Helleborus genus Identification: A toxic perennial with dark, leathery leaves and yellowish flowers Associations/Uses: Treating madness, poison, Proitos, Dionysos, Melampos

Hemlock (Kôneion) Species: Conium maculatum Identification: A plant with hollow, hairless stems and tiny white flowers Associations/Uses: Execution of criminals (Athens), nekromankia, pharmakeia

Iris (Iris/Agallis) Species: Iris attica, I. germanica, I. pallida Identification: A large purple, blue, white, or lilac bent flower Associations/Uses: Iris, abduction of Kore, treating coughs, treating swelling, warm compacts

Juniper (Arkeothos) Species: Juniperus oxycedrus Identification: A small, needle-leaved tree with small berries that go from green to red, and yellow cones Associations/Uses: Treating viper bites, purification, healing poison, protection, Medea

Larkspur (Hyakinthos) Species: Delphinium ajacis Identification: A perennial with tall stems and toxic purplish blue flowers Associations/Uses: Hyakinthos (youth), Apollon, mourning, abduction of Kore

Lily of the Valley (Ephemeron) Species: Convallaria majalis Identification: A toxic shade-favoring plant with hanging, sweet smelling bell-shaped flowers Associations/Uses: Treating toothache, astringent, Medea

Lotus (Lotinos/Lotos) Species: Ziziphus lotus Identification: A small tree with dark yellow fruit Associations/Uses: Lotus-Eaters, forgetting, sleep, apathy, aiding menstruation

Manna Ash (Melia) Species: Fraxinus ornus Identification: A grey tree with creamy white blooms, secrets a sap known as manna or honey-sap Associations/Uses: Honey, bees, Meliae, Melissa(e), spear of Akhilleus, Kouretes, Zeus, Ares

Milk Thistle (Silybon) Species: Silybum marianum Identification: A large green plant with white marbled leaves, many sharp spines, and round purple spiky flowers Associations/Uses: Liver health, emetic, blood health, cleansing

Mint (Minthê) Species: Mentha spicata Identification: A herbaceous plant with hairless stems and aromatic leaves Associations/Uses: Minthe (nymph), funerary rites, the afterlife, death, drink of the Eleusinian Mysteries, treating headaches

Moly/Snowdrop (Môlu) Species: Galanthus (most likely) Identification: A poisonous plant with drooping white flowers Associations/Uses: Kirke, curing poisons, protection from pharmakeia, protection from poison, periapta

Monkshood/Wolfsbane (Akoniton/Lykoktonon) Species: Aconitum napellus Identification: Purplish-blue flowering plant, highly poisonous, up to a meter tall Associations/Uses: Medea’s poison, wolf hunting, Kerberos, death, nekromankia, pharmakeia

Mugwort/Wormwood (Apsinthion/Abrotonon/Seriphos) Species: Artemisia arborescens, A. absinthium, A. vulgaris Identification: A herbaceous green plant with a sweet herbal scent, leaves with silver undersides, and pale round flowers Associations/Uses: Artemis, protection, poison antidote, treating bruises, winemaking, post-birth baths, ending menstruation, anti inflammation, repelling venomous animals

Myrrh (Smyrna/Myrra) Species: Commiphora myrrha Identification: A spiny desert tree with aromatic resin gum Associations/Uses: Incense, Aphrodite, shrines, Smyrna (maiden), Myrrha (maiden), Adonis, funerary rites

Myrtle (Myrsina/Myrtos) Species: Myrtus Identification: A small shrub with edible aromatic leaves, white flowers, and edible black-blue berries Associations/Uses: Aphrodite, Demeter, love, weddings, aphrodisiac, anti fatigue, Eleusinian Mysteries, funerary rites, brides, astringent, preventing indulgence

#pharmakeia #pharmakis #hellenic paganism #hellenic polytheism #hellenismos #green witch #hellenic herbs #greek mythology #ancient greek #magik #herb

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