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Deck: Shadowscapes
Spread: 3-card

1. NIne of Wands, reversed
2. Ten of Wands, reversed
3. Two of Chalices, reversed

Oh, that doesn’t look good…

Deck: Shadowscapes
Spread: 3-card

1. NIne of Wands, reversed
2. Ten of Wands, reversed
3. Two of Chalices, reversed

Oh, that doesn’t look good…

Deck: The Zombie Tarot*
Spread: Float On

* hazards = pentacles

1. Ten of Cups (current state)
2. The Hermit (strengths)
3. Seven of Swords (weaknesses)
4. Three of Hazards (upcoming influences)
5. Ten of Swords (departing influences)
6. Two of Hazards (what should be changed)
7. Page of Swords (what should remain)
8. Four of Hazards (after the change)

So, I’m leaving the comforts of the extended family’s abode and striking out as a bedspacer. The King of Swords and Queen of Wands disapprove, but I’m not going to change as a person and shouldn’t ask them to continue making these huge adjustments for someone who’s never going to be Christian again, and who is completely okay with being not heterosexual and neuroatypical. 

The Hermit and Four of Hazards indicate that I really won’t have any sort of social life while I’m working to stay afloat with the skills (or lack thereof) and handicaps that I have. But the Four of Hazards is really much better suited to the swords-and-hazards combinations that serve as the bread to the change sandwich, than the Ten of Chalices is.

Deck: The Zombie Tarot*
Spread: Float On

* hazards = pentacles

1. Ten of Cups (current state)
2. The Hermit (strengths)
3. Seven of Swords (weaknesses)
4. Three of Hazards (upcoming influences)
5. Ten of Swords (departing influences)
6. Two of Hazards (what should be changed)
7. Page of Swords (what should remain)
8. Four of Hazards (after the change)

So, I’m leaving the comforts of the extended family’s abode and striking out as a bedspacer. The King of Swords and Queen of Wands disapprove, but I’m not going to change as a person and shouldn’t ask them to continue making these huge adjustments for someone who’s never going to be Christian again, and who is completely okay with being not heterosexual and neuroatypical.

The Hermit and Four of Hazards indicate that I really won’t have any sort of social life while I’m working to stay afloat with the skills (or lack thereof) and handicaps that I have. But the Four of Hazards is really much better suited to the swords-and-hazards combinations that serve as the bread to the change sandwich, than the Ten of Chalices is.

Deck: Shadowscapes
Spread: 3-card

1. The Tower (past)
2. King of Wands (present)
3. Strength (future)

The King of Wands has come to mean… well, to me, Loki. Some trickster presence.

I got this deck at a very emotionally rife time in my life, and I’d thought I’d put in the depth of those significances into each card. Nowadays…nothing’s that big a deal. Why the major arcana? Other than it’s just pure chance, that unless I remove twenty-two cards from the deck, then the major arcana will pop up even if life isn’t that big a deal.

Since I continue to believe and read these cards, though, I’m more inclined to think that the meaning doesn’t only apply to “profound significance” anymore.

duskenpath:

threedifferentways:

And to top it all off… I’ve wound up with another spirit in safe-keeping. Early Wednesday morning, on the back road that leads to Dter’s school, I passed a Dark on the ground. There was just enough light for me to see it was the burnt out carcass of a dog on the side of the road. Nothing else was burnt around the carcass, and to my surprise, none of the brushfire prone scrub was burnt as well. I thought it was an apparition because of how /neat/ the burnt area was.

On the way back, I slowed down to take a closer look. Nope. Not an apparition. The metal choke collar was charred and soot covered, but still recognizable.

Someone took a dog here, and tried to destroy the body with fire. On the realization, I felt overcome with fire and smoke as if I was on fire myself. I noted the area, make a note to the police, and immediately went home.

Early Thursday morning, I drove past the same spot. If Dter saw, she said nothing. Most of the body was gone. Either scavengers had come to gnaw what they could, or someone came back for parts. I tried to remind myself that the area is coyote prone and rarely patrolled. But I could not shake that the scattering was /too neat/. That the dog was destroyed for the express purpose of gathering bones for workings and such.

My rage kicked in and again I smelled smoke. But this time, I heard barking. I looked in the rear view mirror, and saw the dog standing over what was left of him. He was barking at me with great expression. He was also on fire and was a burning skeleton.

On the return trip, what little I saw of the skeleton was gone. The apparition of the burning dog was waiting for me. Barking at me as I approached, turning to track the car, and barking as I left. I realized the metal collar was on the apparition, and a bound leash was keeping the apparition from following me.

Early Friday morning, I found the site had been /completely scrubbed/ of evidence. Only a darkened spot on the ground marked where the dog had been. But to my eyes, the apparition was still there. He tracked me with his head, but did not bark. He only whined. I realized his spirit was trapped to that spot even though his body was long gone. I started to make plans to release him.

This morning, after the dream which will be posted shortly, I realized why he was bound. The human putrescence that intentionally burned his body to collect his bones for workings had spiked the dogs spirit to that spot for later. The person would eventually call the spirit back into the bones for fuck all knows what.

Not if I can help it.

I went back to that site this afternoon. The dogs spirit was nowhere to be felt. No smoke. No fire. No canine scent. I felt that I was too late. The area itself felt almost as scrubbed as the asphalt.

I whistled. “Here boy! Come on, you! I have a belly rubs to give out!” Nothing. I turned away. A scent of smoke. “Hey, boy!” Smoke surrounded me. I heard a whimper. “Come close enough and I’ll take that collar off. That bastard is yanking hard, isn’t he.” Another whimper. A scramble on the asphalt. I closed my eyes and trusted my spirit vision.

He’s burning bones. His head stands at my hip. A substantial sized dog. He’s trying to come close, but something keeps yanking his head around. “Fire can’t hurt me, boy. Not that kind of fire. I can’t come any closer. Reach, boy. Just one more time.”

He pushed hard. I felt his skull under my hand. Quickly I reached for his vertebrae and the metal collar. The collar had been weakened in the fire. To the dog, it was unbreakable. To me, it was toothpicks.

I watched the collar snap back into the surrounding darkness. Quickly, I jumped back into my car, but held the car door open. In my spirit vision, the burning dog jumped into the car with me.

Weaver Flamed And Winged was giving the burning dog belly rubs, and head scratched and foot rubs and all those things that you should spoil dogs with. The flames on the dog slowly receded. Finally Weaver was able to smooth out the flames. With long body rubs, flesh was restored.

He was a rust colored pit-bull mix. He’s all slobbers and tail wags. He snores like a freight train. He doesn’t care that he’s dead, and that’s assuming he knows that he’s dead. He likes it better with Weaver, and that’s all he needs to know.

To deter any spirit sighted folks in the area, I’ve made a collar for him. It bears the icon of a black feather as symbol of my ‘ownership’. I really don’t own him though. I’m just safe shelter.

So.

I have a spirit dog.

The fuck do I do now?

Give him spirit treats o’course!

PS 

Fuck. People. That. Abuse. Animals.

coelasquid:

paranormalexposure:

Alright. I just wanted to add one short story about a mythological beast from the Inuit. This happens to be one of my favorite pictures of all time, just because of the level of creepiness involved. These are Qallupilluit, Qallupilluk singular. Now, Qallupilluit are ocean creatures that steals lone children through cracks in the ice. There are many descriptions for a Qallupilluit, so I’ll name a couple popular ones. They are claimed to be short with blue skin, they wear parkas made of loon feathers, and their hair is home to a host of sea critters like crabs, and laced with seaweed.
Sometimes they are described with long hair, like the picture, and green skin with long finger nails. They are said to wear a amauti, a unique parka created with a pouch for a child to rest in.
Sometimes they are said to have scaly and bumpy skin. And even sometimes they have an eider duck parka. Most descriptions of the creature include a pouch for carrying children.
They are said to reek of sulfur, which I’m sure adds to their non-existant appeal. Inuit elders say that Qallupilluit have a specific humming sound that they make, and you can hear it when they are near. They also tend to jump out of the cracks in the ice without warning. And, the most creepy thing to me, they knock on the ice and you can hear the distinct tapping. If the ocean gets particularly wavy or steam rises, a Qallupilluit is hiding in the water.
No one is sure why they steal children. Some speculate loneliness. Others speculate dinner. Some variations of Qallupilluit mythology say that the child stolen will either die or turn into a mermaid to live underwater with the Qallupilluk that took them.
Most accounts claim that this was a legend created to scare children away from playing on the beach alone, or approaching cracking, drifting ice. But, even so, I wanted to include this because something about the idea of Qallupilluit really scares the crap out of me. Humming, ice tapping, baby kidnapping ocean creatures.
The Inuit sure knew how to scare the crap out of children (and possibly everyone else. Unless I’m alone here.)


Oh hey, Robert Munsch wrote a kids book about these that my mom used to read to me when I was little.

coelasquid:

paranormalexposure:

Alright. I just wanted to add one short story about a mythological beast from the Inuit. This happens to be one of my favorite pictures of all time, just because of the level of creepiness involved. These are Qallupilluit, Qallupilluk singular. Now, Qallupilluit are ocean creatures that steals lone children through cracks in the ice.

There are many descriptions for a Qallupilluit, so I’ll name a couple popular ones. They are claimed to be short with blue skin, they wear parkas made of loon feathers, and their hair is home to a host of sea critters like crabs, and laced with seaweed.

Sometimes they are described with long hair, like the picture, and green skin with long finger nails. They are said to wear a amauti, a unique parka created with a pouch for a child to rest in.

Sometimes they are said to have scaly and bumpy skin. And even sometimes they have an eider duck parka. Most descriptions of the creature include a pouch for carrying children.

They are said to reek of sulfur, which I’m sure adds to their non-existant appeal. Inuit elders say that Qallupilluit have a specific humming sound that they make, and you can hear it when they are near. They also tend to jump out of the cracks in the ice without warning. And, the most creepy thing to me, they knock on the ice and you can hear the distinct tapping. If the ocean gets particularly wavy or steam rises, a Qallupilluit is hiding in the water.

No one is sure why they steal children. Some speculate loneliness. Others speculate dinner. Some variations of Qallupilluit mythology say that the child stolen will either die or turn into a mermaid to live underwater with the Qallupilluk that took them.

Most accounts claim that this was a legend created to scare children away from playing on the beach alone, or approaching cracking, drifting ice. But, even so, I wanted to include this because something about the idea of Qallupilluit really scares the crap out of me. Humming, ice tapping, baby kidnapping ocean creatures.

The Inuit sure knew how to scare the crap out of children (and possibly everyone else. Unless I’m alone here.)



Oh hey, Robert Munsch wrote a kids book about these that my mom used to read to me when I was little.

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(via kingofwands)

Pouláki’s “Loaded Dice” Curse

bearingjay:

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➸ To “Call Someone Out” on Their Lies

"Your dice are loaded!"

"You gave me loaded dice?!"

What you need:

  • Plastic 6-sided dice (to be loaded and placed on the subject)
  • Lemon oil (cleanses negative energy and leaves a bitter taste)

Step one: Choose which number you wish the dice to be ‘loaded’ to, and place them on a metal baking tray with that number facing up. Repeat for the number of dice you wish to load, and go with whichever number you think feels best (eg. in Cantonese 6 has a similar pronounciation to “fall” which might work to bring someone down from their pedestal). Step two: Put the dice in a pre-heated oven for ten minutes, wait for them to cool, and then roll the dice a couple of times. If they aren’t yet loaded, put them in for a little longer until they are. This can also be done in a microwave though obviously if you go that route, don’t put anything metal in the microwave for your own safety. Step three: Let the dice cool fully, then submerge them in a bowl of warmed up lemon oil. Say:

I know what you are And I know what you are not And you are not trustworthy

Step four: Let the dice dry, then plant them either on the person whose lies you wish to expose, or somewhere that is important to them. If need be, a photo or the person or a poppet should do the trick. People should start to take what they say with a pinch of salt, should they lie again. If they show remorse or you wish to remove the curse, simply remove and safely dispose of the dice. Disclaimer: I am new to this. To everything related to spells, at least in this life. I take no responsibility for any actions taken if you use this spell but as much research as possible has been done every step of the way. Also: I’d love to know if it’s of use to anyone. Please.

(Source: tricksterling, via gardenofthequeen)

Since I was talking to kingofwands about this

duskenpath:

So if you open the pandora’s box of astral connection, or more specifically, when it gets wrenched open without you necessarily being aware, rather than acclimating slowly, you can experience some pretty fucking strange things, such as crying one second and laughing the next, and not knowing why. Weird urges and visions and memories and shit all at one time.

This is because if you think of the physical body pre-opening the box as a water bottle, when the link gets wrenched open quickly it’s like trying to pump a thousand gallons of water into a water bottle—with a funnel. There is going to be issues with a sudden flood and influx of information, lives, memories, sensations, and etc. So the physical/astral body both adjusts/expands at the same time, and so you kind of lose your shit for a bit and have no idea what’s going on. That’s part and parcel of when the link gets wrenched suddenly, and both the corporeal body and the astral body can experience this effects at the same time as the acclimation process begins.

(It’s sort of like moving from a 100 degree climate to a 20 degree climate)

(I decided to note this for the future because one of my astral connections is currently laugh-crying and shaking around the room and has no idea why other than she initiated a bond opening with the corporeal self and this is the collateral damage)

(via kingofwands)

positive-press-daily:

 Sea urchin nickel ‘trick’ could be key to capturing carbon

Researchers say that the natural ability of sea urchins to absorb CO2 could be a model for an effective carbon capture and storage system.
Newcastle University scientists discovered by chance that urchins use the metal nickel to turn carbon dioxide into shell. They say the technique can be harnessed to turn emissions from power plants into the harmless calcium carbonate. The research is in the journal, Catalysis Science and Technology.

Many sea creatures convert carbon dioxide in the waters into calcium carbonate which is essentially chalk. Species such as clams, oysters and corals use it to make their shells and other bony parts. When the team at Newcastle looked at the larvae of sea urchins they found that there were high concentrations of nickel on their external skeletons.

Working with extremely small nickel particles, the researchers found that when they added them to a solution of carbon dioxide in water, the nickel completely removed the CO2.
"It is a simple system," Dr Lidija Siller from Newcastle University told BBC News. "You bubble CO2 through the water in which you have nickel nanoparticles and you are trapping much more carbon than you would normally - and then you can easily turn it into calcium carbonate."
"It seems too good to be true, but it works," she added.
At present most carbon capture and storage (CCS) proposals are based around the idea of capturing CO2 from electricity generating stations or chemical plants and pumping the stripped out gas into underground storage in former oil wells or rock formations. But there are still question marks about the possibility that the stored carbon may leak back out again.
The Newcastle researchers say that an alternative approach would be to lock up the CO2 in another substance such as calcium carbonate or magnesium carbonate. This can already be done by using an enzyme called carbon anhydrase but it is very expensive.
PhD student Gaurav Bhaduri who is the lead author on the research paper explained that using nickel would be a far more economic option.
"The beauty of a nickel catalyst is that it carries on working regardless of the pH and because of its magnetic properties it can be re-captured and re-used time and time again," he said. "It is also very cheap, a thousand times cheaper than carbon anhydrase. And the by-product - the carbonate - is useful and not damaging to the environment."
Calcium carbonate is said to make up 4% of the earth’s crust.

positive-press-daily:

Sea urchin nickel ‘trick’ could be key to capturing carbon

Researchers say that the natural ability of sea urchins to absorb CO2 could be a model for an effective carbon capture and storage system.

Newcastle University scientists discovered by chance that urchins use the metal nickel to turn carbon dioxide into shell. They say the technique can be harnessed to turn emissions from power plants into the harmless calcium carbonate. The research is in the journal, Catalysis Science and Technology.

Many sea creatures convert carbon dioxide in the waters into calcium carbonate which is essentially chalk. Species such as clams, oysters and corals use it to make their shells and other bony parts. When the team at Newcastle looked at the larvae of sea urchins they found that there were high concentrations of nickel on their external skeletons.

Working with extremely small nickel particles, the researchers found that when they added them to a solution of carbon dioxide in water, the nickel completely removed the CO2.

"It is a simple system," Dr Lidija Siller from Newcastle University told BBC News. "You bubble CO2 through the water in which you have nickel nanoparticles and you are trapping much more carbon than you would normally - and then you can easily turn it into calcium carbonate."

"It seems too good to be true, but it works," she added.

At present most carbon capture and storage (CCS) proposals are based around the idea of capturing CO2 from electricity generating stations or chemical plants and pumping the stripped out gas into underground storage in former oil wells or rock formations. But there are still question marks about the possibility that the stored carbon may leak back out again.

The Newcastle researchers say that an alternative approach would be to lock up the CO2 in another substance such as calcium carbonate or magnesium carbonate. This can already be done by using an enzyme called carbon anhydrase but it is very expensive.

PhD student Gaurav Bhaduri who is the lead author on the research paper explained that using nickel would be a far more economic option.

"The beauty of a nickel catalyst is that it carries on working regardless of the pH and because of its magnetic properties it can be re-captured and re-used time and time again," he said. "It is also very cheap, a thousand times cheaper than carbon anhydrase. And the by-product - the carbonate - is useful and not damaging to the environment."

Calcium carbonate is said to make up 4% of the earth’s crust.

(Source: exclusively-positive-press)

odditiesoflife:

Talking to the Dead - A Brief History of the Ouija Board

The Ouija board (Wee-ja), also known as a spirit board, is a flat board marked with the letters of the alphabet, numbers 0-9, and the words “yes”, “no”, and  “hello” and “goodbye”. The invention of the original design in unknown but the first patent was granted in 1891 to Elijah J. Bond as the inventor and the assignee as Charles W. Kennard. Kennard stated that he named the spirit board “Ouija” because the board named itself and said that the word meant ‘Good Luck.’

Through generations of families and different toy companies, the look of the board kept changing. It was not until 1897 that William Fuld held the sole legal right to manufacture and sell the boards.

The Ouija board was regarded as a harmless parlor game unrelated to the occult until American Spiritualist Pearl Curran popularized its use as a divining tool during World War I.  Mainstream religions and some occultists have associated the use of the Ouija board with the threat of demonic possession and have cautioned their followers not to use them.

Despite being repeatedly debunked by the efforts of the scientific community, the Ouija board remains popular. There are many who claim that it can indeed communicate with the dead. Television is filled with shows about hauntings that began with the use of the board.

People have claimed that using the board has made their lives, literally, a living hell. It is believed that demons, disguising themselves as deceased friend or family member, can trick the users of the board and unwittingly invite “it” into their homes. To be rid of such hauntings or negative paranormal phenomena, experts in the paranormal advise either burning the board or disposing of it in a lake since spirits are believed to not be able to cross water.

(via stsathyre)

A Redtail's Dream

Books don’t cover everything.

rootandrock:

One day I was walking around the city with a friend, and they randomly asked me about a weed growing through the pavement. They wanted to know what “occult use” the plant had.

I crouched down and asked it. It gave me a very casual speech about it’s habits and adaptability in an urban setting “I eat the dust that gathers in asphalt and from it I bloom. I spread my children on the tires of cars, and they do the same as me. I subsist on skin cells, spilled drinks, and the precious rain of the gutters.

So I roughly translate: Plant says it survives and thrives. Could show you how to skirt by on nothing, subsist on little, live in urban environments and still keep your connection to the dirt. Maybe even how to better-tolerate living in an apartment complex with noisy assholes. It grows along sidewalks almost ALWAYS. So there’s something about traffic and movement that applies as well - maybe a good plant for getting your ass out of that roach-hovel on 12th and into better digs on 24th.

My friend looked put-out, and expressed disbelief that I had to “ask a plant” what it did, rather than having read about it somewhere. The idea that the knowledge was “new” was unpleasant to her.

I got a little put-out, too. Because 90% of occult books 1: talk about European plants, or Biblical plants. 2: Talk about extremely common, widespread, or culinary plants. They don’t often talk about a wild, native, forb from the Mid-South region. You can’t buy that plant from Azure Green in bulk. Nobody’s going to talk about that plant.That random, wild, hardy, native forb isn’t something that is opined about in extremely expensive hardcover books, or cited in medieval recipes. It’s a new and “unknown” element in European-styled Craft.

Southern Conjure and Rootwork might cover it, but then again… might not. It might be one of those plants that’s too far North, or West to apply to the “Deep South” region’s biodiversity.

Even if they talked about the species, they’re not going to talk about what THIS plant, and the similar plants in the city can teach you. They’re going to talk about elements, planets and general correspondences. It’s going to be vague, like an astrology report, and softly-worded.

It’s not going to say “This plant makes you care a little less that your neighbor is an asshole, because we’re all trying to get by here, goddamnit.” Because that doesn’t really sell. Practicality isn’t really the order of the day when the book could waffle about the psychic alignment of Lavender (it’s PURPLE after all) or the intense vibrations of the Yemeni Myrrh that had to be trucked out under gunfire.

Take books with a grain of salt. Learn your region. Welcome to a gigantic, new, world of information and witchery that knows your dirt, and knows your people, and knows how to make all of it work with the sun and rain that falls there. Yes, even in the city. Even in the cracks in the pavement.

*(It is/was a “Croton” species, Likely a large, mature, One-Seeded Croton. Looking for a “Biological Survey” site for your area, preferably with pictures, is just ever-so-goddamn-helpful in getting to know the neighbors.)

Come to think of it, yeah: a lot of occult literature is extraordinarily ethnocentric and potentially inapplicable to the daily life of the would-be reader. Intuition for the win!

(via duskenpath)

Every conversation about Woo, Ever.

duskenpath:

rootandrock:

"Where did you learn {Thing}"

"From the spirits. I augmented it with things I read, but… the spirits."

"So it’s not Traditional?"

"Talking to the spirits is about the most Traditional thing possible."

"Yeah, but who said it first?"

"The spirits."

"No, but like in a book."

"… Spirits…"

"Book."

You legit just described my entire practice thanks.

You also just described why when people ask me to teach them certain concepts I dissolve into sad hand motions and a confused demeanor because how do you explain the 12 sigil gates and locks and keys without the woo-woo astral visuals swirling in your head???