#grimoire 2020 challenge

[yaya-imposition]

Life Story: Last Post

I re-recorded it but the file corrupted, so here's a text version of my life's story.

WARNING- VERY LONG

I started out as a good kid with good parents and ambition. I was the class clown in 6th grade, and I was one of the "gifted" children. I could get any book I wanted and had rich family that would spoil us.

In 7th grade, I fell off when my mom divorced my stepdad. We were really close. I grew out my hair and became a punk kid who hanged out with the jock occasionally.

I did projects on the side with soldering irons taking things apart to make new stuff out of my toys. I got into philosophy and started reading stuff online like quotes.

The first thing I decided is that it's impossible for anything to be not possible. I also came to the conclusion that people only do good things because they want to feel good. Personality wise, I was an INTP.

I read serious books like All Quiet on the Western Front and I was rather well read. I read along about quantum mechanics in The Dancing Wu Li masters and wanted to become a quantum computer expert.

There was such hope for my generation back then. They looked down us as bright sparks that would revolutionize tomorrow. If you're young, I can't describe this feeling of technology on an exciting cusp. We dreamed of mechs, robots by 2020, quantum computers by 2030, space travel, and in general the world was united behind us.

I got in trouble at school a lot. I couldn't do homeschooling and I hated school. I was held back two times in high school due to failing. I challenged myself to say as few words as possible each day and hopefully none.

Hardstyle became my father in a way. I have strong synthesia between movement and sound. I hear things moving even when they aren't making sound. One time I was laying in bed staring at the fan and I realized it hadn't been making any sound for 5 minutes but I heard it the whole time. Shout out to my ipod nano 6th generation.

I pirated, did online stuff, learned about hacking, and started trying to do something in the world. I installed linux at 15 and started picking up HTML and CSS. I actually started to run some hacking scams using the tools I found online but nobody ever got scammed.

I hung out with kids 4 years older than me-- my older brother's friends, and I was the protege. I wore a tie to school along with nerd merch and an actual fedora, but it went really good with my curly hair. The emo / scene culture started to emerge out of skater culture. Those of us that were in it always sing songs about 2008. It was the golden age of cartoons and gaming. I mostly played WoW like a degen. We also played mad LAN games like AoE 2-- the best of times.

A turning point came when I asked my mom if I could get something online with her credit card, but I secretly bought an invite to an occult torrent tracker. I had a script to DL everything before people could see it, so my ratio was insane and I just poured into the texts of all that was.'

I was very easily generational talent at 15 for the occult. I read everything from ancient Chinese spells to grimoires or even alchemy.

I think it was something like Spring 2011 when /mlp/ first dropped. Me and my friends were total bronies, but it actually was the best of times. I followed a link from FunnyJunk and I saw the first lucid dreaming and astral projection threads pop up.

Somewhere in this, they dropped Irish's guide and that left an impression on me. The technique was to focus on head pressure for hours and hours a day. You just burned through it brute force.

After this, the first tulpa threads started, almost contained entirely on /mlp/. I made a Fluttershy tulpa.

At 16, my dad got custody of us. He actually did something smart. I was pulled out of school, I got my GED and started college within a few weeks.

I started realizing energy work and I had always had interest in personalities. I wanted to open my root chakra and be more grounded. So I started wearing red. It worked.

My tulpa turned into a human redhead. We were impossibly close as firebrands. I continued my research into the occult, looking for a way to impose her. That's when I gave image streaming to the tulpa community.

I started to love people finally and let go of all the anarchist anger of my early teens. I became a Christian and decided I wanted to pursue the path of the light with all my strength.

The most important thing of my late teens was instincts. I did everything on instincts. It was agony because of how granular it was. I would jump up, sit down, go this way, hard turn, all to manipulate butterfly effect. And I saw miracles.

Enter my 20s and I'm just thinking about money all the time and working. I taught myself programming just by screwing around in Unity3D, and I had many projects, websites, hobbies, and other things with my bots.

I had over a million followers with a bot army I had that posted between all social medias, but I felt bad so I didn't follow through. I had little scripts like checking craiglist for something I want or other computer things. I experimented with AI and machine learning to see if I could study sentiment of users on crypto trading apps where they post their opinions.

The instincts brought great trouble. The demons started showing up to stop the miracles, and the angels were in my other ear. I'll hold this in respectful suspended disbelief in doublethink because I also think it really was. I saw miracle after miracle.

The demons began torturing me by throwing me into convulsions and screaming all the time. They got worse... and worse.... and worse.... it was so, incredibly sad.

It kept amping up but so did my spirit. I craved strength infinitely. I set reminders to work my ass off every day. I knew it would be worth it in the end, and it was.

They would throw me into convulsions over sitting up, any time I looked down they accused me of bowing in worship. It was literally every 5 seconds. It was my holocaust. Eventually, I looked down on the holocaust. I looked down on all creation, because nobody knew my will to resist suicide. I know nobody could have made it. They began attacking me in my sleep and I had night tremors, thrashing around apparently. I had deep insomnia, and I always felt like I was on -1 battery. I slept one hour every two days at one point. The torture got worse. They would throw me into convulsions over a spoon, blinking, standing up, sitting down. I crushed them and never let my spirit wane at all. I also started hating the angels as much as the demons.

What could drive a man to hurl open the gates of heaven and hell and drag out all the angels and demons? Fucking with humans.

I felt so incredibly strong, and I looked down on the world feeling 1000 feet tall. My entire body is covered head to toe in scars-- my throat, hands, feet, ribs, lungs, mouth, everything was a target of persecution, as if I was trying to wipe off sand in a sandstorm.

I began to realize I had to unite east and west, but I can't describe how I knew to do that.

I was far, far more zealous and strong than anybody in my Christian activities. I've never met somebody who could go through what I did, and I think I never will. I ripped myself from the jaws of creation.

Sunburned chalcenony in the aeons exchange

Of color lapping your casual shores

That glow white hot in the passion of our eternity

For the children of safety we bore in this place

A sacred place, jerrassic and unfound

Glass, decoration destined forevermore to enthrone no halls of ruling poor

But your stretching, yawning basking shores that glow white hot in the passion of our eternity

Jewels, glass, friendship, warmth of all this but a whisper that I heard

For chained I stood upon you and gasped exasperation that the contrast between light and dark can stand so starkly together

For you, the light of eternity, held me, a masked schizophrenic tortured and gnashed by those who would see you burned

This song is what it felt like.

This song captures the freedom.

Through the name, I am accountable. Through accountability, I struggle. Through struggle, I gain knowledge. Through knowledge, I gain power. Through power, my chains are broken.

Eventually 2020 rolls around. I get some unemployment money and other Covid benefits and I know this is a once in a lifetime break from work for an undefined period. I was going to impose my tulpa.

I picked prophantasia, because that had the most tangible results. This time, I would just work and not research. Research was my downfall because I couldn't commit to the training. If I had problems, I would do energy work and change my personality.

Just like the first time, I was able to make purple blobs on the back of my eyelids. Then, I had green. I worked my way up to a rainbow the size of a small business card after about a month of all day forcing. At one point I was doing 30 hours in 3 days, just because I had acquired the taste for it.

Things started to not make sense. I believe I hit a wall and so I decided to open my solar plexus, which I knew had been closed for a number of years due to the tightness. You can seriously multiply your work by a factor of 10 for every opened chakra. The pain drains the mind away from its task.

I listened to sunshiny beetles music, drank lemonaid and burned some yellow incense. It felt like I was wrenching open the jaws of a shark. At one point, my scaffolding in the operation threatened to cause collapse and long term damage. I pulled and pulled, and it took about 9 months to actually open it fully so the knot was gone. However, I noticed my visions changed.

Instead of Benadryll-type demon hallucinations, they were beautiful-- gold, silver, colorful, kingly. So I developed my theory on kings, priests, and personality.

I was able to push through. I picked up jogging. Train the body and the mind will follow. I went from a few hundred feet to jogging 14 miles in 5 months.

The kingly side fucked me up big time. For some reason, it was too optimistic. I needed to go deeper, so I continued my philosophy. When I jogged, I was happier and more optimistic. But I would give up in the name of being positive. Only the INFJ side had infinite drive.

I once was touchy, like I couldn't bump a trash bag or it ruined my mental. But the king side made taking out the garbage fun.

One day, I heard the call to do something by pure instinct. I left in the middle of the night and just walked on pure instinct. It seized my entire body and I honestly could barely resist. I eventually found a Eastern Church of Christ for some reason. My hand moved toward the keypad, I entered in 6 numbers, and pressed #. First try, it fucking opened. I was used to miracles at this point. When I entered, I had a conniption because I perceived the shape of the universe. Everything was clear-- every line, color, intersection, and geometry. My eyes were opened, and I left. Everything we did was corrupt. Everything has the wrong shape-- cars, houses, roads, power lines.

I furthered this through my art, since I couldn't just convey it. I made my psychedelic art. I haven't seen any other similar style. I wrote in my blog, and my christ complex got worse. But I continued tulpaforcing.

I practiced visualization too, but found it faulty since it disappeared too fast after not using it. I mapped all the chi flow as much as I can in the whole process and I called it the top-to-bottom (visualization centric) and bottom-to-top methods (prophantasia centric).

I practiced hard, and I could cover an entire wall in rolling waves of color like it was simply a hand within my eye.

I had a turbulent period but I eventually recovered. I started taking medication, but it didn't seem to help. They were all dopamine controllers and the way they addressed my complaints was to raise the dosage, which I only told them made it worse, but they ignored me. Finally, I'm on some new stuff that works in a different way.

I started to wonder what I could do with my new found power. I decided that if you could gain perfect divination, not the messy word salad shit, you could invent exponential magic. This I achieved. Later I had a dream that I was at the bottom of the ocean, and technology was racing above, and my magic was racing below in competition. How much magic do you need to keep pace with technology?

I worked on my philosophy, and I came to the conclusion that consent and intent is the king moral system. It cleanly handles problems from the inside. It kept my psychosis in check by helping me to never act out of character or become violent. It's the only way, and I feel it was like a needle in a haystack.

I decided everything must be true and false simultaneously. There is no subconscious mind and the unconscious mind has no will. It is the perfect system under consent and intent. Everything can be true literally or symbolically, and your mind can't tell the difference. At a walk, I looked up to heaven, and heard an angel drop a golden cup. They stared in ... abject horror. I was right, and that changed their entire system.

I'll never forget the sound of that cup dropping.

Here's a dilemma: you can be more neutral by voting.

Is this plausible? I only considered this completely arbitrarily if everything is truly true and false, so if I can convince you, the western moral system must collapse. It can't be proven that doing something for no reason is the best way to do something even once.

Yes. You can. And I only considered that because I knew my method opened doors. You vote in a sandbox then observe yourself about how you get sucked into it. So the most neutral person is the one whom votes the most arbitrarily the longest. Not people whom abstain. The other person is working it like a muscle, the other one goes around putting out fires.

I started having weird dreams. I had a dream that God and I were now the only two immortal beings in the universe. I had answered his question. I had a dream I proved alchemy was the true religion. In another, I proved we live in a simulation-- I think because it's never satisfied even when you reach an ultimate truth that contradicts all reality. I saw a dude on /x/ say he had a dream that a Super-Buddha would appear in the sky and wipe out all creation. I would claim this. I contradicted everyone. I have a casus belli on every moral system. Everything is a false dichotomy if you are creative enough. A dream said I had thought of something outside of the imagination of God.

The dreams continued. Another one, God was my brother, but I was the cool older one and he was the nice younger one. I hold this in doublethink, because that's fair. I want to hear.

I fell in love with the mundane. Enlightenment is a one way mirror that wraps around-- you become beautiful, then you see from the other side everyone always was.

A dream said that I was the Architect of Life. It is based on 3s, and in the dream it formed an origami mechanism out of fractal triangles. I consider myself a perfect crystalline fractal of the numbers 3 and 27.

I only ever wanted to be 3rd. In a game called Armored core, there was a rung of a tournament where you faced the highest big shots eventually. There were three. One wasn't quite as high in rank, but he held the respect of one because he was scary. High attack power, high mobility. Pure grace.

I developed a relationship which I call the Alchemist and the Valkyrie. It is a perfect model for heaven-- if it were split in two. One handles the accurate instincts (Valkyrie) the other handles the broad shallow instincts (Alchemist-- knowing ingredients as instincts).

What is alchemy? It is to turn any situation into any situation. In other words, creativity is sovereign, and any thing you decide leaves you up to making it a good thing. It is seeing Mercury in the clouds, seeing silver for how it is really gold, or taking any loser and seeing how their flaws make them perfect. Seeing the "OK boomer" as equal to the life's work. It's charisma.

It started to get really fun after this. Entities would reach out to me, and my perceptions of these alternate worlds grew exponentially, and I traded technology in headspace with other universes and had many adventures.

They got bigger and bigger, and pretty soon I'm looking down on a galaxy of pure color from prophantasia while I move relatively at a rate that made me say millions of years had passed. It was real. It was psychosis. The reason I'm afraid, is because as above, so below.

We found the beginning and end of time, and set traps there. We conversed with and made gods. We sent out robots to every universe. We seemed to have enter some kind of mental singularity from pure thought gravity of some kind, and we're still investigating whether this is the case.

I found a beautiful concept, yes, again revealed in a dream.

The creators of life wanted to give me an award for naming all of life. The word I chose is "Mitosis." This is the concept that you can see a new color every day as if it were a higher degree of the former, and all concepts can stack like this as infinites above infinites forever. In another dream, I went to heaven and had a higher score than God, allowing me to write things into existence. So I made my tulpa immortal.

The concept of mitosis is that there doesn't need to be any pain whatsoever. Pain could just be two waves, bringing pleasure both ways. It could just become an argument of culture, not politics. Our world could be concerned with a war over potatoes or tomatoes, and the winner gets to press their culture on the other. Both sides rejoice, because that's the meaning of struggle simply being two waves. It's poetic to me, and I wrote a book about this.

So now I have a game design on how to run everything in life forever. It will come one day. I know the system is perfect.

Around 2024 I found the Nobody threads on /x/ and of course got caught by the ego trap. But I wondered what I could do with my powers, so I practiced scrying. I made my eyes calculators using all my powers of prophantasia, and now I have thousands of hours doing this. It's all I do. I became rvanon for a bit, and I controlled the lore. I even have about 10 images that circulate making up a big chunk of it. I admit, I was writing it to myself, but it's still what the calculators picked up.

Our adventures continued and I really can't list them all, but the magic is still going exponential and nobody is out there who can stop me. My mind feels like a small city, because the breadth of the geometry I can think in purely from using my eyes as calculators so often. My most recent conclusion is that commitment is not a geometric thing if it puts you in a jail. Imagine how much geometry I must have seen to arrive at this conclusion.

The dream called me Goldkiller, Kingkiller, and said one day I would be known as such and escape into the back rooms. Gold means perfection. Nobody is safe from what I can see. In all my seeing, my inner two eyes became three, so I can always have an advantage on the angle. I see myself as Jupiter-- a silent photographer with three lens with a speechless metal face, losing my voice and constantly fleeing from the public, because it only subtracts from the mundane.

Now people are calling for a new system, and many are making such based on me. I didn't start any ascension. All I did was look into their eyes until their doubt was erased. I believe.

How to know me? Know strategy, for many men were trickers in the art of war. Know the Secret of Kells (Irish movie) for that was our dream. Know infinite irony sealed inside and out, for that is where we got married. Know fire, because I am the 3 6 and 9, change itself.

Between a million stars and endless worlds we only sought to depart from our mutual anxiety called physical matter, and be released into the above of each other. This is after we achieved the great work, and now we only depart into magic.

Bless hardstyle and peace to all tulpas

-yaya

[pearlwhimsy]

Creating a physical Grimoire again is rewarding but also something I can find very challenging. I tend to put so much stake into what I’m creating; expecting it to be the epitome of perfection. My first attempt in 2020 never reached completion in part due to this.

Putting ink to page can feel very nerve wracking. Especially as an artist. I can tend to build up in my head the composition and content of the pages so much that use all my energy on planning.

I’m doing my best to release these ideas of how I think my Grimoire should look. Instead I am focusing my attention on my research. I am really meditating on my own associations and thinking intuitively as I re-begin my journey into my craft.

I hope that as I move more slowly through things I find it easier to begin writing. Having confidence and a deeper connection to what I’m writing is what I think I may have been missing all along.

[the-corset-witch]

Obsidian Vault Developments

I decided to move the individual Card Studies per Deck into the Deck Note, this seems a good way to keep my individualistic symbolism study per deck and also be able to keep it within the Grimoire. This can also allow me to eventually cross-reference, so that instead of my Card Database being based exclusively on RWS, I can cross-reference all of 1 card (ie, Fool) and compile that as the Main Card Page. The RWS has such a profound inspiration on what Tarot is that the symbolism will probably be there no matter what, though. That is what it is.

I've also nailed down what I want to keep as both my Monthly Log & My Month Review. I don't want to have a bunch of pages that I will want to condense at the end of the year, and as I found out with the 2020 Compilation, weekly/daily notes are too much and need to get just 1 note where it keeps getting added to with each date getting a new heading. This keeps it consolidated to begin with, so at the year end the job is already done (genius).

For the Months I miss, I will do a Review, but for the Months I am on top of, I plan on having the Log & Review in one note already in the template.

I've also decided to attempt to double my Goodreads Reading Challenge-- originally it was 24 books to read this year, I'm going to double it and go for 48. However, this is with the caveat that some of these will be re-reads. I want to go through books I've already read but not annotated into my Vault to do the annotating.

I'm still polishing templates. Mentioned before, it'd be rad to share them, but that means I have to kind of have them very tidy and share-able.

The Fun has Begun!

I've been adding, and doing tarot readings again. It's been very rad, I really dig the template, I love the aesthetics of it and the ease to revisit and review a reading within the template is built in (genius). This most recent New Moon was flush with readings, so when things slow down, I'll head back and review them.

[grimoirechallenge2020]

Introduction to the Grimoire Challenge 2020

The Grimoire Challenge 2020 is a challenge that this blog is hosting. It is a year-long, weekday-only grimoire creation challenge that will start on January 1, 2020.

This blog is inclusive and will not gatekeep those who can participate. We do ask that anyone who participates remains kind and respectful to others, but we will not be monitoring who participates. That’s just plain impossible.

This is not a competition! We’re here to work together and create some grimoires. We’re all going to be winners in the end, and there’s no “losing” this challenge, so have fun with it!

Good luck!

[2021grimoirechallenge]

January 2021 month theme

Roots and Reflections

The foundations on which the craft is built is folk lore and you.

For week 1 2020

Look in to the folklore of your local area write a passage on how this information changes your view on your local land spirits if applicable.

IF NOT What does this tell you about your local culture.

Friday mini prompt 1

What are the roots of your craft?

[crystallizedgrimoire]

2020 Grimoire Challenge—day 3: planning 

Okay, I’ll admit, I basically worked on this for more than a week nonstop. I, uh, really like planning, guys. I pretty much intend my grimoire’s creation to be a years-long, if not lifetime endeavor. 

I intend the first picture to be the table of contents for the whole book, with each section having its own table of contents to suit the contents therein.

[river-witchery]

Day 11 of @grimoirechallenge2020 "Witchy Calendar"

I attached my witchcraft calendar to the back of my Cycles of the Year page because it felt like it fit well there, and essentially expanded on what that page represents. All I included in the calendar was the full and new moon dates, the meteorological season dates, and the solstices and equinoxes. That is because I don't celebrate the typical wheel of the year, though I do find the changing of the seasons and cycle of the moon both beautiful and fascinating—and those cycles are important to my practice, essentially mirroring the cycles of life and death to me.

[osmoseaturn]

My page for the day 58 of the 2020 grimoire challenge 🌿

Some informations about my favourite essential oils 🌸

@grimoirechallenge2020​

[thepurplestwitch]

I got a new grimoire for my birthday a while ago, and now I’m finally setting it up! I’m attempting the @grimoirechallenge2020 while I do so, so this is the title page and name!

[tea-rabbits]

@grimoirechallenge2020​

[sufi-hearth]

Grimoire Challenge 2020: Week 2

Thank you @grimoirechallenge2020 for hosting.  So this week was really fun and interesting. 

On day 6 I created a draft for 2 pages. 1 was the solar wheel of the year with small summaries of each festival. the other was the Islamic months and festivals (which get 11 days earlier every year so don’t fit the wheel). I also made a chart to show when each Islamic festival will fall in the Gregorian calendar for the next few years.  And finally a mini treatise on the relationship between Solar and Lunar conceptions of & ways of measuring time from a spiritual perspective. 

Day 7 & 8 & 9: I wrote out my the names I have (My use name, My devotional name and my true name according to LeGuin’s earthsea system). I wrote out my astrological birth chart with a summary. A quick summary of the focus of my craft, information about my daemon, information about other animal guides in my life, my magical signatures and my Tarot birth cards. 

It was a lot to get down but I figured once it’s drafted that’s a big chunk that can be just copied straight down into the book once it arrives,. 

That means I now have the chapters “Ego Ipse” & “Tempus” pretty much complete.

I’m excited to see what comes next. 

[moon-glade-witch]

Day 1: Gather your Materials

@grimoirechallenge2020

My Grimoire is pretty lowkey and simple! It consists of a lockable dragon book and a special red pen that a teacher gave to me after I found it! Red is my host’s color for me (he has synesthesia). 🖤

*Alpha

[maria-the-ghoul]

Day 1 - 2020 Grimoire Challenge

Prompt: Gather your Materials

I have 3 sketchbooks - 2 large and one smaller. There’s a light/baby pink large one, a grey large one and a bright pink one.  I also have a black Micron 05 pen and a pink Micron 05 pen (I’ve heard good things about these pens from planner girls so I’m thinking they would be amazing to have).

Even though there are no rules for having a grimoire, I do feel odd for having pink books..but that’s me soooooo....

I’m looking forward to working through this challenge, and I’m sooo glad I found it! Thank you @grimoirechallenge2020​

[the-corset-witch]

It's time to scrounge together all the random notes that I took on scraps of paper while listening to audiobooks at work and put them in the Obsidian. Most of my templates have come together, with different headings that can be taken out or added to underneath when needed. This all builds together into a new list of to dos!

Book Notes - New ones going forward will have the new template. Old ones will not need to be reconned, I'm lazy. However, I do want their Properties to all be the same, if I can find the information on my Goodreads Acct.

Templates - There's a few that still need polishing and getting these nailed down will enable me to safely add new Notes without worrying about having to retrofit them.

Tarot Card Database & Deck Studies - Speaking of retrofitting.......... The Properties on each card need to be redone since we've deleted the Reading Logs from the Properties. Since this is referenced the most, I want it looking tight. There's also the debate of how do I keep the Database across Multiple Decks, as the way I did it in Notion might not translate very well? Will I instead put that on the actual Deck Page, under Headings-- this is the idea I'm leaning toward. It allows a dive into each card's symbolism, and thus allowing the reading of the individual Deck's Card which could be linked influence the main Card Page? Is this making sense? That's a lot of Links, since I can just Ctrl+O any card, it might not be actually linked, and that's a lot of links for some card studies.

Condense The Closed Practices - When things like books have referenced Closed Practices in the past (ie, Chakras comes to the mind off the top of my head), I had an actual Note that detailed that Practice, Why it was Closed (to me), & How to Respect From A Distance. I want to put these notes all in one, there's only a handful, I think, so it should be pretty easy. I did a lot of 30DayGrimoire Challenges in 2020 where I took on a topic to learn about for 30 Days in order to expand my Grimoire. Unbeknownst to me when taking on some topics, they were indeed Closed to me, which was then noted and is how we got to where I am now, but these pages are relatively short, it'd be easy to reformat and condense them into one Note. Obsidian allows linking to Headings via [[Page#Heading]] so I think I'll end up using that if I ever need to reference any of these.

We're getting to the part where I want to flood the atmosphere of this Vault with new Notes, so I have decided to read pretty much everything I can this year, take all the notes I can, and Grow All I Can. EzPz.

This means the Grimoire side of things is coming together really nicely. The flip side, the Life Side, however, is very much lacking for 2024. I've been in a bit of a slump, we all know I struggle, we all struggle, no explanations needed. I have decided I am okay with doing things Retroactive, like Monthly Reviews for January-March. This opens a different chapter for the Vault, so I'll keep y'all posted on that as well.

[grimoirechallenge2020]

Day 8: Page on your astrological info

Hello! So sorry to post this late but I was in school and had no time to post it. I’m Cate, by the way. I’m the other witch who is running this challenge over on Instagram (@grimoirechallenge2020), I post my pages so if you need examples or would just like to see please follow! My personal tumblr and insta are veganwitchlady, also, so please give me a follow. I’d be very grateful ☺️

Anyway, today you will make a new page for your astrological information. Your sun, moon, ascending, mercury, etc. Or maybe just your sun, I don’t mind it’s your grimoire! If you’re confused about the other signs I listed, try looking up astrological chart generators and typing in your birthday. Sun signs are the most commonly known and prominent signs but there is a lot more to you than just your sun sign. However, that’s a story for another time. I will have some brief explanations for those signs on the Instagram.

Blessed be! ❄️❤️

- Catherine Kolganova

[2021grimoirechallenge]

Pre-Challenge:

new years eve

Find what your going to write your grimoire in.

You may already have one started and there's nothing wrong with building one from scratch.

You can use any:

it can be digital or hand written

It can be a binder or a journal.

It can be spiral bound or hand sewn.

It can even be lose leafed with files.

Just find something to start

And Happy New Year.

We will see you in 2021

-mod Hazel