Kind of an old picture. 4-11-2012.

Flowers on a tree in my backyard. I’m really lucky to have space for so many trees and plants.

thewitchescauldron:

Nature Worship

Sorry for the super-bad quality of the image, but this is what my altar currently looks like (in a way).

I was doing a spell to help release negative energy, since I’ve been feeling kinda down lately. That’s what the marigold, clover, leaves, and stones were for.

Contents include citrine; a pot of salt; a large hunk of rock; wildflowers; cheap tea-lights; figurines of an owl and a turtle resting on a geode slice; a travertine vase of wildflowers and red clover, resting on a smooth rock from the Susquehanna River; polished stones (rose quartz, aventurine, tiger jasper, and tiger’s eye); leaves (apple, maple, daisy); two seashells; a bowl of rainwater containing a white clover head, a daisy head, a marigold head, white rose petals, an unripe cherry right off the branch, and the heads of unidentified purple wildflowers. 

Everything on it means a lot to me and either has a lot of of history or I feel deeply connected to spiritually. Several things on it, like the cherry, were specifically for today’s spell, however.

I always have to disassemble it when I’m finished, because I’m not “out of the broom closet” to my family yet, and my mother has a tendency to burst into my room without even knocking. It’s always sad to take it down. I envy those who can leave their altars up whenever they want.

a poem?

The wind is blowing strongly, I hear thunder in the distance.

The wildflowers are in bloom:

mountain laurel,

daisies,

clover.

A rabbit runs through the tall grass

into a bush.

Cherries already ripening,

early birds.

A leaf falls from a walnut tree.

Home.

Clear and Haunting Visions: Update! →

punching-astral-vampires:

a-pagan-journey:

Wow, wow, wow, okay. It’s been a while, huh? I’ve had so much going on in my life and couldn’t find the time to update this blog. But now that my school year’s almost over and everything’s sort of dwindling down, I should have plenty of time.

First thing I want to talk…

Oh man, thanks! The only definition of “pantheism” I ever learned about was the belief in a pantheon, like a whole slew o’ deities, which i guess is actually polytheism (I was taught they were synonymous because my school sucked, ahahah). I think I prefer this definition by far.

Oops, wrong blog. I am punching-astral-vampires, it is me.

Update!

Wow, wow, wow, okay. It’s been a while, huh? I’ve had so much going on in my life and couldn’t find the time to update this blog. But now that my school year’s almost over and everything’s sort of dwindling down, I should have plenty of time.

First thing I want to talk about is Wicca. I know I call(ed) myself a Wiccan, but I don’t really think it’s right for me. It just doesn’t feel right. I’ve checked out of theological forms of paganism, too, and they also seem weird to me.

I’m no longer going to be worshiping/honoring any sort of deity with my practices. If you came here for that, you may as well leave now.

On the other side, I’m not giving up paganism. I’m going to be sticking to honoring Nature itself. I’ll probably still celebrate Sabbats, just without the deity stuff.

So um yeah. That’s basically it. Also, I’ll continue semi-regular updates from now on, unless otherwise specified.

Note: If anybody knows if there’s a specific name for non-theological paganism, and could tell me, I’d be ever so grateful. :]

The Part-Time Misanthrope: Why I Think My Math Teacher Is A Witch →

punching-astral-vampires:

theparttimemisanthrope:

Alright, not the witches you see flying on broomsticks through the night, turning people into frogs and making mischief. When I say witch, I mean a Wiccan. During the course of my class with her I took notes that can be used as incriminating evidence to prove she is a witch. It’s like Salem, but…

I really do hope you’re joking.

Stardust: The four treasures of the Toutai Deuas Danuna →

alliknowisiloveyou:

“The Tuatha Dé Danann of the precious jewels,
Where did they find learning?
They came upon perfect wisdom
In druidism (and) in deviltry.

Fair Iardanel, a prophet of excellence,
Son of Nemed, son of Agnoman,
Had as a foolish offspring the active Beothach,
Who was a hero of cleaving, full of…

(Source: lightthroughwindow.blogspot.com, via vikingfury)

homicidedanceparty:

Take me back to the forest.

To where the only voice I hear

is the wind in the trees.

Take me to the edge of daylight.

To where the clouds creep

upon the sun with delicate hands

and slowly fold it away.

Take me to the border between

water and earth.

To where the stones lie, bathing,

in the melted breath of ancient days.

Take me away to silence.

To where old stumps sit

in the shadows of their own children.

Take me there,

to the Edge of Solace,

where I first heard the voice of the Earth.

Followers,

pagans-path:

Seeing as I know how difficult it is to find local Pagans in your area, I’ve created a group on Facebook to (hopefully) make it easier to find people close to you who share similar belifes and traditions.

Check it out here, I hope it becomes useful for you all ^^

(p.s if you reblogged this post or shared the group so others can see, that’d be real helpful)