i'm emma. 23. north carolina. this blog is an amalgam of personal stuff, including but not exclusive to secular (ish?) witchcraft.
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Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? I am a student of their lore, and it is arcane and hermetic beyond the dreams of alchemists. …Cosmetics are an extension of the will. Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight? By Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via kawahineaihonua)

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ask meme: put three things in my askbox that look like they could be part of an ask meme, but in truth are just a string of barely-related words/letters. i will answer them somehow.

some examples:

  • apple juice, marigold, J
  • 37, mint chip, periwinkle
  • tesseract, tin can, bulb

send me more of these they are fun!

London, dawn, varsity

The furthest away from home I have ever been was when I went to Germany.

I get to see the sun rise almost every day, and most of the time I have to walk toward the west, so I don’t even get to look at the fucker for very long.  

The only time I played a sport was in 8th grade. I played field hockey and I was actually kind of good at it. But then I whacked this girl in the face with my stick and broke her jaw and, because she and I had been in a physical fight a few weeks before, I was kicked off the team. They thought I did it maliciously. I was actually just really really trying to get the ball into the goal. Go figure. 

Rasputin, electricity, pneumonia

Rasputin by Boney M is a fabulous disco song that everybody who knows me is required to listen to at least one time. 

My electricity bill is extremely high and I’d rather not think about it. 

The sickest I ever was was when I lived in Arizona I had whatever that fever is that you get from dust? Valley Fever! I was like seven and my parents thought I was just coming down with the flu, but lo and behold, I had inhaled some nasty little something in a dust storm. It all turned out okay tho. But like, jfc who the fuck actually gets Valley Fever?! 

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Five knots will I tie for every unfriendly and unfaithful shooter - on the guns, on the bows, on every weapon of war. O knots, shut against the shooter all highways and byways, close up the guns, put all the bows out of order, string together all the weapons of war; in my knots let there be almighty virtue. By

—Russian folk magic spell against enemy weapons, quoted in W.F. Ryan, The Bathhouse at Midnight: Magic in Russia (via winawinadajcie)

With today’s news of another innocent black youth shooting, we should all give this spell a shot. 

(via green-witch-uprooted)


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Any material components needed for this one, or is it focus+intent+practice? I mean, I can look up the traditional components of Russian Folk Magick, but I figured I’d ask, before delving.

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No clue on the Russian one and components.

Here’s another, from the Black Dragon (in Michael Cecchetelli’s Crossed Keys):

Against Firearms:

Star which guides the weapon today [Ruling Planet], I charm you, I say to you, that you obey me in the name of the Father, the Son, and Satanatis. Make the sign of the cross.

If you want to make charms for each day of the week using planetary materia, and charge them up with a recitation each day, that’ll work, too!

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