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reminder than simply being outside, drinking water, opening the windows, sun bathing and moon glancing, etc. are all real devotional acts to our earth — no matter how small !!!

being low on time, effort, and energy does NOT make you a bad witch or pagan. it makes you human.

— 🦌🌿☕️✨

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birds of a feather by aaron jasinski

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Thomas Wright, The Pleiades c.1711-1786

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Loki-God of Mischief, Fire and Tricks

“I am not going to make you fear me - that would be too easy. But to make you love me? That would be a far greater and more enjoyable challenge.” Loki (via lokeanrose)

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Our sacred sites are now tourist attractions and our religions that have existed for thousands of years are now bound in history books and our stories are called myths and our deities are looked at as false explanations born from ignorance and we can no longer pray near our sacred items, so forgive me if I don't think highly of modern day religions that tried to erase mine

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My Fireforse 2011, 2012, 2016

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Clarity & Cleansing

I have been using my precious personal stones to cleanse myself and my sleep area. I have them sitting next to my bedside to support a clean dream space, and help clear my mind. I can almost physically feel the angst leave my body like a sigh of relief during this time.

I’ll let you guys know what each stone is soon, they’re just in a small drawstring pouch for now.

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Just got an incredibly generous job offer, so naturally I’m passing these vibes to you!

“I will be blessed with a generous job that works for me”

📥💸💻⏰💡🎊💡⏰💻💸📥

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trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing

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Beaver pond

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Using the moon for a bed. Earthology. 1901.

Internet Archive

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Woman and Dog in Forest, Wynn Bullock, 1953, printed 1973

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A Wild God

     A wild god grants no wishes, but miracles spill from his lips; thick and crude and unpolished words that snap and bite at your ankles. And so do your footfalls cause the earth to tremble, for his gifts are not for receiving. A wild god’s blessings receive you.

     He eats the flesh raw. A wild god carves no arrows, strings no bows, crafts no swords or axes. He scoops you from the river and sinks his teeth into you as you squirm, tender flesh giving way to the mouth that bloodies itself with doubt and hesitation and tremors of the mind. He deals in terror, takes fear in exchange for a glass of wine.

     A wild god dwells in temples, sleeps on marble floors and wakes in the night for the hedonists that chant his name, singing Io, Io, Io! He slips into the crowd to mark the ground with footsteps and spittle and semen, chanting Io, Io, Io! What glorious decadence! What beautiful debauchery ensues on the mountainside.

     A wild god ruins parties with the shades of lessons unlearned, entering cracks in the mind and festering, bringing forth memories of agony and aches and falling apart. A wild god makes walls when you run from ghosts, and smiles as you fall to your knees in tears.

     For a wild god grants no wishes, but miracles fall from his palms; smoldering like charcoal and lighting little fires to keep you warm in the night as you learn to make your own. Up and up and up they rise, and the flames seem a beacon of hope.

     A wild god raises the ground you stand on and whispers “Io.”