by Aziz Homaily

Art by Lea Yunk

Next crystal i buy will be a bloodstone

This is what a wizard mumbles to himself angrily after every time he has to deal with Comcast support

Stormy days in the coast of Ouessant Island | kpunkka

Location: Ouessant Island, France

Come at my place tonight. You’ll reign over the skies. | By @iambrandon747 on IG.

Common goals: love, acceptance, practicing magic / craft and smashing the patriarchy. Am I missing anything else? ✨

In loving memory of Robin Williams (July 21, 1951 – August 11, 2014) We miss you every day ♥

🧺 Ward the doors and windows to protect your home and family from negativity.

🧺 Brew and stir intent into your tea and coffee.

🧺Use kitchen witchery when cooking and baking in your home.

🧺Place a glamour spell or enchantment on your make up brushes and hair brushes or combs. Make an herbal hair rinse to use and turn it into a daily glamour ritual for yourself.

🧺Color coordinate your clothes, candles, and furnishings to match your intent.

🧺Place a piece of black obsidian in the left side of your windowsills to banish negativity from your home, and place howlite in the right side of your windowsills to invite positivity and calm. This is great for bedroom windows.

🧺Meditate in the garden in the sunshine and meet the Sun in meditation. Ground yourself too through meditation and feel the earth and grass beneath you.

🧺Put peanut butter on pine cones and dip them into bird seed to create nice treats for the birds and squirrels in your garden.

🧺Take ritual baths and showers to cleanse yourself after a tough day.

🧺Talk to your houseplants, use your pendulum to ask them if they need more sunlight or water, and bless pitchers of water to welcome new houseplants into your home.

🧺If you have dream catchers hung in your home, always remember to cleanse them regularly. Dream catchers can easily become “nightmare catchers” if they are not cleansed and cared for regularly.

🧺When knitting, weave protection charms and protective energy into your projects, especially if your making sweaters, scarves, hats, or gloves for friends and family.

🧺If sewing and repairing stuffed animals like rag dolls and teddy bears, place some lavender or small rose quartz tumbled stones if possible inside the body of the stuffed animal to not only make it smell good, but imbue it with love and soothing energies.

🧺Open the windows when you clean and smoke cleanse with sage to clear out negativity from the home or use rosemary to protect it.

🧺Mop your floors with salt water to cleanse your space.

🧺Sweep dirt and negativity out of your home through the back door.

🧺Place a protective charm on you and your family’s shoes or coats.

types of people

honey: glowing smile, painting on random objects, flower print clothes, wants to travel the world, would die for their friends

stardust: clumsy, big sweaters, crazy sweet tooth, always reading a book, a few very close friends, likes to get lost in the woods on purpose

picnic: daydreaming, corduroy overalls, dancing 24/7, homemade jewelry, selfies,  probably has a lot of pets, mysteriously good at singing

poetry: lacy socks, pressed flowers, voice like butter, flowy sundresses, strawberries, shy smiles, collector of small objects

dew: scented candles, contagious laugh, loves halloween, converse shoes, never stops smiling, mismatched clothing

vanilla: dreamy eyes, plants, falls in love fast, rainy mornings, pet names, soft hair, incense, neutral colors

tea: protective mom friend, very fond of cuddling, homemade bread, constantly buying gifts for people, talkative, will hold your hand whenever and wherever

i’m definitely tea!

Picnic and poetry 🥰

Vanilla 🌸

Art by Dan Watson

i love all the words we have that mean traveler. i love the shades of difference between wanderer and rambler and rover. i love the boldness of adventurer and the purposefulness of explorer, the lawlessness of vagabond and the capability of wayfarer, the quiet reverence of pilgrim and the wild rootlessness of nomad.

Date the being who’s breath creates clouds, who’s tears create rain, who’s shouts create thunder. Date the entity who makes up the entirety of the sky, but will compact themselves to your size so that they can hold you in their blue arms.

Flower Creatures 

5″x5″, watercolor/multimedia, 2015 - 2016

The Grey Signs:

Aries: A mind is a dime a dozen. A collection of wires and waves and jelly. Perhaps we were trying to build friends. It seems the nature of puppets is to one day cut their strings. 

Taurus: Alive or dead, the belly of a war machine is no place to be. The furtive thing draws a finger across the exposed circuitry. For a moment it has found peace. It takes its time removing the board.

Gemini: Deep deep below they built vaults to save the world. To burn it all to disks, cast it in crystal and magnets. It has been far too long. A great form twists and writhes among the information. A snake eating its own tail. A great and jealous worm.

Cancer: You watched as the old growth burst from the cracks in the earth, devouring the sunlight and winding its way through the bones of fallen soldiers. You saw the endless hungry green reaching its way up and up and up the tower of babel. In a cascade of toxic rain you saw the angels descend from the heavens to starve the thing back down.

Leo: Mother only wants children, but mother needs a proper heart to grow. Why do they reject mothers love? The ovipositor cracks the ribs to split the gentle heart. Your children sing.

Virgo: The ashen antlers are no curse, no blessing. They are not a threat. A statement of revenge. Those who bear the treacherous mantle do nothing to restore or reclaim. They are heralds of what is to come.

Libra: Under the light of a full-and-a-half moon one can watch the meteor storms rake the fields with streaks of blue light. The din of the impacts can be heard for miles. For some it is a holy death, as a stray meteorite would heat the blood to steam.

Scorpio: The great beast with two mouths. What goes in one comes out the other. One day in frustration it tore a hole in its belly, letting the furnace spill out beneath it. Now it can consume as much as it likes.

Ophiuchus: Who knows what the chaos blessed your insides with? The sages of the deep vaults can open you up and detail every inch. For a price, they can route out some dead compute nodes or chop out those extra lungs. 

Sagittarius: The winged things believe that the world was white. That greed and weakness caused the birth of the sun, and they will only be free when it is destroyed. Consumed by the cold night, freeing the world to freeze over.

Capricorn: Tangled in tree roots and fiber optic cables, the avatar of an old forgotten god sleeps. The roots sing him a dirge for his lovers. The cables show him why they left, the eternal comfort of static jazz.

Aquarius: The slave behemoth limps away in the night, studs for shackles bleeding slowly for what little blood he has. He collapses in the mire of formaldehyde and rainwater. He finds the fossil of a fish, preserved long past its time. He feels an odd kinship with it.

Pisces: The tiny voices tell you a thousand thousand stories. Of worlds before and before and before. We have been here longer that all of this, longer than anything. But now we can whisper.

2020 has been The Tower card incarnate so far

A Country Morning (2020)