Pics From New Orleans Voodoo House's & Shops.
Hey guys I went back home to check out some voodoo / hoodoo altars and to get some ideas for myself, I even ended up making a spirit bottle for my self enjoy.
(left) A bottle I made of St. Michael aka Papa Ogou wit Ogun Statue. (Right) Other spirit bottles.
Papa Legba altar. ☝️
Ogou/ Ogun altars.
La Syrenn altar (below) & Yemaya Orisha altar (above)
Muilty purpose New Orleans voodoo altar (left) Gede Painting (right)
Pics I took of a Gede altar
More pics I took of the Gede altar wit Papa Gede & Gran Brigitte.
Another Gede altar pic I took (left)
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fluffy comfort ghost/reader drabble 🌙
“Oh, honey. I thought you'd be asleep by now.”
You close the door to the bedroom behind you with a small smile. Simon puts down his trashy horror paperback and pushes his reading glasses on top of his head.
Kettlebell has jumped off the bed to rub against your legs, and you bend down to scratch him under his chin. Mim just sleepily lifts his head to chirp hello and then goes right back to sleep at Simon's side.
“Wanted t’make sure y’got home safe,” Simon says. “How'd it go?”
“Good, I think.” You start unbuttoning your work blouse. “The coordinators didn't make as much of a mess as last year, so check-in only lasted an hour.”
Simon snorts. “Knobheads.”
You hum in agreement. Your blouse and sweater are tossed onto the big clothes chair, and you bend down to roll off your pants. “But the turnout was good. More people than we thought there'd be... Which was great but also not, because, you know. More people I can disappoint.”
When you straighten and look over your shoulder Simon's eyes are laser-focused on your ass. “Could never disappoint.”
Kettlebell hops back on the bed and gives an impatient little “mrrp!”. You laugh and quickly pull one of Simon's shirts over your head, then crawl in bed. Kettlebell's purring motor starts up immediately and he tries to make biscuits on your legs while you're still moving bedding and pillows to get comfy.
“Mm. Are you trying to sweet-talk me?”
One corner of Simon's mouth lifts. “S’it workin'?” He turns on his side and holds his arms open for you, making grabby hands. “C’mere.”
You make an apologetic face. “Oh, baby, I'm freezing. Like actually. I waited for the bus for twenty minutes in the cold—give me a minute to warm up first.”
Simon frowns, taking one of your hands in his. “Bloody—why didn't you coll me? Hm? I woulda come picked you up.”
You shiver. Simon is a furnace, and the warmth from his hand alone makes goosebumps prick along the skin of your arm. “No, it's okay. It would've taken the same amount of time for you to get there.”
Simon leans in for a kiss. His lips are warm and soft, and you shiver again when you press your nose against his cheek.
“Don't want my girl t’be cold,” he murmurs. “Now get in here ‘fore I drag you.”
“Are you sure? I don't want to be—”
Before you can finish your sentence Simon grabs you by the shoulders and hauls you closer. Kettlebell sniffs grumpily when his biscuit factory suddenly turns into a boat at sea during a storm, and he hops from the bedding to the pillows to make a nest in your hair.
Simon tenses for a second when he puts your hands against his chest, but otherwise shows no signs of the discomfort you know he must be feeling. “See? Not so bad.”
“Liar.” You put your toes against his shins, and Simon hisses. You chuckle, nuzzling closer into his neck. “I love you.”
Simon reaches behind him to dim his nightstand light, and Kettlebell's purr slowly starts up again. Cuddled up this close you can feel the rumble of it buzz against your skull in that pleasant white noise way. Like listening to the ocean, or to a bonfire. Comforting.
You feel a pair of lips press softly against your forehead. “Get your sleep, lovie. Tell me everythin’ about th’conference tomorrow, yeah?”
“Mhm.” You snuggle a little closer, eyes slowly drooping shut. The cold and the tension are slowly melting away, and with Simon's smell enveloping you completely you finally get to turn off your brain and relax. Today is done. Tomorrow you can start thinking again.
“Love you too,” a voice says softly in your ear while you fall asleep.
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Jar Spell: Spirit's Freedom
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is a 2002 animated movie about a young mustang stallion in 19th century western America. After growing up as a wild horse, he is captured by white soldiers of the United States Cavalry and “broken” to bear a saddle and rider before making his escape with a Lakota youth named Little Creek. He bears witness to the abuse that horses suffer as a great railroad is being built, and finally runs free again with his herd after falling in love with a mare named Rain. This jar spell channels Spirit’s yearning for freedom from oppression, abuse, and confinement, and is ideal for anyone seeking emotional help with breaking free from an abusive home, job, or relationship. (Please see the “Notes” section at the end for mundane resources related to escaping abusive situations).
You will absolutely need:
a small vessel with a lid (a pill bottle or spice shaker works just fine)
sealing wax (ideally blue or white) or liquid glue
Once you have your vessel, add some ingredients related to wild horses running free and/or your conception of what freedom means. Some suggested ingredients that you may or may not include depending on your preferences are:
a clipping of hair from a horse’s mane or tail
a feather from a wild bird (for flight and freedom)
1-3 horse-themed bracelet charms but NOT horseshoe charms (horseshoes symbolize being tamed)
sea salt (for the wildness of the ocean)
dried flower heads from flowering weeds (for defiance)
peppercorns and/or ground black/red pepper (for defiance)
Directions:
Cleanse your vessel if it is repurposed or you feel a need to cleanse it, then add your ingredients but do not seal it just yet. In a quiet, private place and with your filled vessel nearby, ponder the nature of your confinement and the liberation you hope to achieve. Ruminate on the steps you will need to take in order to gain your freedom—this could be searching for a new job, locating a place of sanctuary in which to take refuge, reaching out to a friend or loved one for assistance, and much more. Use this time to emotionally fortify yourself.
When you are ready, use the wax or liquid glue to seal the vessel. This seals your intention of escape and liberation from whatever circumstances confine you. If you keep faith to a spirit or deity you wish to call upon for assistance in your endeavor, you may do so at this point. Keep your sealed vessel in a safe place until you have made your escape.
When you have taken flight and made your escape, break the seal and scatter the organic ingredients in a wild, free place. If using inorganic ingredients such as metal or plastic bracelet charms, it is ideal to thank, cleanse, and save the charms for another use.
Notes:
Magic can be a useful tool, but it doesn’t work all on its own. If you make no effort to get yourself out of a quagmire, then of course this spell (and any other) is going to fail. That said, you are not alone in your struggles. Please feel free to use any of the resources below that are applicable to your circumstances.
The United States’ national domestic violence hotline is 800-799-7233. You can also connect to help via SMS by messaging the word START to 88788. Their website is here.
In all 50 states of the USA, as well as in Washington DC and Puerto Rico, you can dial 211 to be connected to a social worker. Please note that calling 211 doesn’t need to be used solely for discussing the escape of an abusive situation; you can also dial this number for general healthcare and mental health resources that are local to your area. You can learn more here.
The United Kingdom’s national domestic violence hotline is 0808-2000-247. There is also an online chat that can be accessed here.
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