“…the gods exist, are good and honor justice more than do human beings…”
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Plato, Laws (10.887b7-c2)
Portrait statue of Plato along the balustrade, Main Reading Room, Library of Congress, Thomas Jefferson Building, Washington, D.C. Photographer: Carol M. Highsmith, 2007. Public domain. Source: X
Sculpture by John J. Boyle, 1894–96
Mother Earth, hear me calling
I’m Your daughter, You’re my home
Sister Moon, hear me calling
In the night, we’re not alone
Father Sun, hear me calling
Let your strong light shine in me
All my ancestors stand by me
Teach my spirit to be free……
Photo by Mantheniel Photography
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There once was a witch who lived at the edge of the woods. She wasn’t a scary witch; she was just a young woman whose hair was always tangled and whose feet were always bare, and she may or may not have known how to do magic, so the people of the village would go to her when a well had become tainted or a sickness wouldn’t go away.
Usually it was a girl sent by her mother for the witch, who would knock on her door or find her conversing with a cat in her garden, and fetch her back to the village. The witch would putter about the scene of the problem for a day or two, absentmindedly sketching symbols in the dirt with her toes and giving thoughtful looks to the person or object in trouble. Sometimes the cat would help putter, if it had deigned to show up.
The village kids liked to crowd around her and ask questions, about how her hair had turned green or was it true witches could shape shift. The witch never minded, though some overly cautious parents tried to pull their kids away. It was a treat to be one of the few allowed to follow her like ducklings around the village while she explained that a tree spirit had accidentally turned her hair green when it braided it for her once, and that some witches could shape shift if they decided they could.
But once the problem had been cleared up, the witch would go back to her cottage alone. The children were not supposed to follow her, although some did, wondering if she was lonely, and what they saw, peering around the trees, was this:
Two blue birds alighting in front of her door and becoming two witches who let themselves in with a laugh and a half-shouted story for dinner; a doe who trotted out of the forest and tumbled into the witch’s arms as a girl; the cat who sometimes followed her around the village stretching and yawning itself into a tall woman who wrapped herself around the witch and kissed her cheek.
And they would return to the village knowing the edge of the forest was not the edge of the world.
Anonymous asked:
horrorjapan answered:
Hey! I’m pretty sure it’s a suzu. As instruments they’re usually in batches, but you can get a single bell on charms at shinto shrines. My partner had one on her bag when we were travelling Japan so that noise is kind of stuck in my head forever.
You hear it in different pitches a lot, but I think it retains the same name regardless. Maybe @tei-mei can clarify.
I promised it, and finally, here it is. Feel free to submit any questions to my asks!! Since i know some people don’t agree with the use of “dark” magic… I include these intentions for the people who do, and no hate will be tolerated at all. you will be bLoCkEd girl. Not on my blog, not today.
I’ve gathered this information over some time, and like on my songs&chants post, if you’d like to know the details on an exact source ask/message me! I’ll look through my books and let you know within 1-2 days.
this is gonna be a long one its like 3 pages from my grimoire. DISCLAIMER; This is all information i have personally collected over time from studies and personal experience. it is by no means complete, there are many correspondences to each plant.
Contents:
Any health or healing purpose, any place.
“1001 Spells: A Complete Book Of Spells For Every Purpose,” by Cassandra Eason
