apprehensions of witchcraft

February 2, 2019

Our forefathers looked upon nature with more reverence and horror, before the world was enlightened by learning and philosophy, and loved to astonish themselves with the apprehensions of witchcraft, prodigies, charms, and enchantments. There was not a village in England that had not a ghost in it, the church-yards were all haunted, every large common had a circle of fairies belonging to it, and there was scarce a shepherd to be met with who had not seen a spirit.

Joseph Addison
The Spectator, Volume the Sixth, No. 419

scavenger of shiny things

January 29, 2019

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.

Laini Taylor
Lips Touch: Three Times

Unique Opportunity

December 26, 2018

There is only Witchcraft

November 27, 2018

The Witch is the sacred Yew Tree, never dying, always shedding her skin like the serpent so she may ever live on in one form or another. There is no unbroken lineage, no unbroken witchcraft tradition in history. There is only Witchcraft itself, a wild thing that can never be caught and contained but insists on its wildness and on constant transformation, constant death and rebirth (as with all things in nature). Witchcraft is a survivor. Witchcraft mocks our definitions, divisions, tidy boxes, and white-washing, leaving a trail of feathers and bones through forest and city alike.

Sarah A. Lawless
Breaking Tradition

Sweet Spirit Powder Spell

August 26, 2018

To repel evil spirits, while simultaneously beckoning benevolent, kind, protective ones:
1. Grind the following botanicals together to produce a fine powder: frankincense, honeysuckle blossoms, roses, and vetiver roots.
2. Sprinkle the powder onto lit charcoal and burn incessantly, until you’re convinced the danger is over.

Judika Illes
The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells

Witchcraft1

You need:
• An onion
• 12 Needles
• Black and Red Thread
• Chilli Peppers
• Spit

Select a large onion and slice it down the middle. Pull out a good amount of the center, and fill it with chilli peppers.

Close the onion and wrap a good amount of black thread right around the middle until its sturdy and closed.

Stab the needles in the onion in a circle diagonally around the entire onion.

Repeat crossing the circles, they should look like a giant “X” that circles around the onion. (6 for one circle and 6 the other).

Thread one of the circles with black thread, and the other with red.

One thread should go through each needle. When you’ve finish tie it off with a simple knot.

Place it in a bag (plastic trash bag is fine) or a box (cardboard is fine).

Visualise your enemy. Concentrate on them and speak the following verses:

“You crossed a line (name of your enemy), that much is true,
So now I’ll send my spite to you.
A wicked core will burn and ache
You crossed a line, your own mistake.

Needles sharp and eyes of thread
Sleep now as you’ve made this bed
Many layers deep it will delve
A year of bitterness, these months of twelve.”

Before you seal off the container (bag or box) spit into it if you want them to know somehow all these bad things are your handiwork.

Seal the container and dispose of the onion.

Enjoy your enemy’s discomfort.

shrink unfaithful lovers

June 12, 2018

witch - digital painting by webneel_com (6)

We chant around the grill in our backyard every Friday the 13th to scare the neighbours who told the Homeowners’ Association our violet paint job was garish. We powder newt tongue and kitten whiskers into hangover smoothies. We concoct lipstick out of rose petals and rattlesnake blood. We whisper made-up spells when telemarketers call until they, unnerved, hang up. We zap our router in frustration when the Wi-Fi goes out until it collapses into ash. We zip catcallers’ lips shut. We push fraternity brothers off bus seats with our minds til they sprawl in the aisle. We steal male colleagues’ best ideas from their stress-dreams. We send packages to the news station with dirty lingerie and sex tapes featuring town councilmen who say thirteen women living in a house together must be operating a brothel. We shrink unfaithful lovers’ penises. We stick needles into poppets dressed with our mothers’ grayest hairs to silence their daily nagging calls. We steal our high school rivals’ babies from their cribs and draw bulls-eyes on their dimpled bellies with Magic Marker before returning them unharmed. We laugh over blood orange mimosas. We go on Sunday drives in our gold hearse. We hold hands around the table in the snootiest farm-to-table restaurant in town while other patrons glare at us. We hum spells until their wine glasses shatter. We leave a $666 tip for the waitress as an apology. We trip over to the nearest dive bar with sticky floors. We win every game of pool and darts. We leave men floating helplessly in the air if they try to cop a feel. We return to the backyard and chant, as t-bone steaks and marinated tofu sizzle on the grill. We hope the neighbours are watching.

Anna Cabe
Coven

Candle black

April 17, 2018

Candle black
Of witch’s fire,
Hear my words,
Hear my desire.
Witch fire burning,
Healing flame,
Warm my heart,
Remove my pain.

A.V.

Witch

April 15, 2018

To burn the witch is to admit the magic…

The Chase

April 7, 2018

It all began in iron pot
Potion thick and fire hot
All you get is just one shot
Awen

Moment lost and off it goes
darting fast on nimble toes
Give chase and follow to the close
Awen

Bala Lake, he charges in.
Mimic every roll and spin
Reach the paw to catch the fin
Awen

Now to the sky, our quarry flies
How obvious this new disguise
But he’s no match for your sharp eyes
Awen

He falls away, down to the ground
One little grain onto a mound
Hunt and peck until you’ve found
Awen

I ask you please, now, if you will,
for I have not your clever skill
Help me catch with key or quill
Awen

Diana Sanchez