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Witch Note: You Are the Spell

You don’t always need a candle.

Or a crystal.

Or the right moon phase.

You are the spell.

Your breath, your heartbeat, your intention — that’s ancient magic.

When you cry into your tea, when you hum while cleaning, when you light a candle just because it comforts you… you’re casting.

When you daydream about a better life, a softer one, a wilder one — you’re already calling it in.

Not every spell needs incense and Latin.

Some just need your presence. Your truth. Your spark.

Don’t forget that.

the "therians/nonhumans know they're bodily humans" crowd is gonna be real surprised when they meet someone who claims to be a nonhuman in all ways including physically, or when they're shown physical proof of shapeshifting or other forms of physical nonhumanity lmao

We've been seeing a lot of beings in the community being ridiculous about physical and biological nonhumanity so here's this for yall.

(Everything stated here is based off of what we've seen/read and experienced ourself. We're not trying to "indoctrinate" anybody.)

-Physical nonhumans who are physically nonhuman metaphorically (this is my body, I am this, therefore my body is this) are valid.

-Physical nonhumans who are physically nonhuman literally are valid.

-Physical nonhumans who are physically *and* biologically nonhuman are valid.

-Physical nonhumans who experience delusions regarding their nonhumanity are valid.

-Physical nonhumans who are literally physically and/or biologically nonhuman who don't believe themselves to be delusional are valid. (me btw)

-Physical nonhumans who are literally physically and/or biologically nonhuman who don't believe themselves to be delusional even after being diagnosed are valid.

-Physical nonhumans who experience delusions regarding their nonhumanity AND who don't want/have the energy (or for whatever reason) to double bookkeep when talking about those experiences are valid.

-And any other physical and/or biological nonhuman experiences I missed (sorry /gen) YOU ARE VALID.

-Physical and biological nonhumanity in any way or form is valid.

Y'all know it's okay to just try stuff in witchcraft, right?

Across the internet, I see a lot of people who seem to be asking for permission to do what they want. While I see some validity in getting wisdom from others, I worry that the people asking these questions might miss out on the experience they could get from going ahead and making a good faith attempt.

"Can I do this spell even if I don't have rosemary?" I don't know. Try it!

"Can I use fruit juice as an offering to my goddess?" I don't know. Ask her!

"Can I include a pocket watch in my magic?" I don't know. See if it works!

Of course, it's not a good idea to jump in and try something that could be harmful, but if you're not hurting yourself or others and you're not appropriating from a closed practice, just give it a go! You're allowed. You're a witch with magic and power and discernment of your own. You don't have to get permission from a bunch of internet strangers. Have fun trying new things!

Strong plural feelings have gone away for the most part, but I don't feel like a singlet either, like hardly at all. I really do feel like some sort of... plural-esque-thing. Like, I'm both plural and singular at the same time. I may just try calling myself a plurallet just because and see if it fits.

I don't know the exact name of the wolf from a couple days ago. Maybe it's because I know (knew?) her as a lycanthrope, but her name is Lyka, I think. It's probably my brain playing tricks on me, considering how close it is to lycanthrope, but I know that some folks have animal alters that are just named Bird, Bear, Wolf, Coyote, or something like that. Something significant, though, I now recognize her as me? It's like sometime between the past 3 days, we've merged. She's now me, but not, at the same time, rather than her being a whole other entity. When I think of myself, I think of these... "beings" but to the very, very slight left or right of me. They are nearly me, like fragments, but they aren't exactly fully-fledged. I don't know anything about them, but I constantly feel them there. She's probably still there, too, but she isn't at the same time. Ever since I "lost" my system, I've still felt plural in some way, like my system is empty, and no other alters have formed since then, and I'm blocked from headspace so whoop-de-doo. Is there even a term for that? I'm about to just call it plural and call it a day. I really don't feel like getting into plural stuff, considering my past with plurality has been very rocky.

Like, I know I'm not a singlet, but I don't know if I want to call myself plural either. I think I'm more afraid of backlash for being an endogenic plural. Being plural is not a huge part of me, and I'd rather just not really have that be the forefront of my identity for a bit. Especially after my past with plurality sorta being... I don't know, I wouldn't say traumatic, but it was very chaotic and I do want to sorta avoid the subject too deeply until I feel more strongly about it again.

While I always emphasise spending time with nature in order to build that connection with spirits, this does not automatically mean that you have to hike up a mountain or head out into the middle of a forest.

You can connect to nature from your bed, from the middle of a city, in your kitchen and on a slab of pavement next to a railway.

Nature is everywhere. Nature is everything. You are nature. Rock and stone is nature. Gulls and wasps are nature.

Can't get out of bed? Watch a cool documentary or short ecology video. Read a book on local flora. Draw some cool animals. Talk to your houseplants.

Live in a city? Pray to the dandelions and nettles alongside the pavement. Ask the Spirit of Rat to help you. Look up and see the sky. Feel below and sense the earth. (Making a more detailed urban nature spirit work post, will link here too).

If you are someone who wants to work with nature spirits in your practice, please do not anything (or anyone) make you feel like you can't.

Witchcraft Basics Masterlist!

Witchcraft Basics and Giggles:

Everything to know before you start! The various practices The Tools healing, protecting, and grounding. shielding and banishing herbs,oils and crystals.| Herbs | Oils | Crystals the sabbats the Elements astrology + astrology calendar spells, hexes and curses energy manipulation the various entitis Divination tool Symbology Shadow Work Witchy hack Offerings Grimoire/book of shadows how to work with deities. (works with entities too)

more master lists!

you don’t need 60 mini spell jars from etsy. you need FRESH AIR and THE SUN. ppl stop feeding witch overconsumption to baby witches and claiming they ‘NEED’ something for their practice. it’s ridiculous.

i’m currently working on a large post for free / extremely cheap witchcraft tips because this drives me up the wall.

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My house is alive. And I do not mean figuratively.

I mean it has a mind of its own. 

My house is mine. I designed the layout, I watched it get built, I decorated it. From the size of the front door to the paint color palette… from the fabric of the sofa to the style of the photo frames… everything was my decision. It’s as mine as mine gets.

So the moment I introduced myself to it, it started talking back.

We have a courtyard full of trees and plants, so there’s a healthy amount of bugs outside, which sometimes get in when the front door is open. I hate that. I hate that very much.

So I told my house to never let those intruders in. The next day, without having to spray anything, I saw several dead bugs on the floor. I swept them up. And never again did I see anything flying or crawling around the house.

Another time, I had a plumbing issue. My bidet wouldn’t stop running, and the bathtub wouldn’t drain completely. 

I told my house how much I hate having to let maintenance workers in, because they often leave a mess, which I have to spend hours sanitizing afterwards. I asked my house if it could help me avoid this somehow.

In just about five seconds, the bidet stopped running, and the bathtub fully drained.

Over the holidays, a relative came over for dinner. Having eaten so much, she felt sluggish and asked if she could sleep over. Now I don’t really like this relative. I included her in the guest list as an act of Christmas kindness, but sleeping over? That’s too much.

While I was thinking of how to reject her request, the power went out. And the moment she left the gate, the electricity came back on. I asked the neighbors about it later on, and they said their power was on the whole night.

Another time, I lost the remote control to my living room air conditioner. Which was impossible. It’s always in the same place, and I was alone that whole time.

While looking for it everywhere, I ended up opening a drawer I never use. In it I found white mold, which likely developed during the few months I lived abroad, leaving that part of the house susceptible to humidity. I’ve since taken care of the problem.

Right after I discovered the mold, I found the missing remote control right there on top of my coffee table. Where it always is. Where I couldn’t have missed it.

My house is one of those things that make me what I am — a traditional witch, despite how modern my life is. It reminds me that even though my ancestors wouldn’t recognize many parts of my craft, I remain their child. Their blood is within me, ready to awake when required.

Tonight, I did it.

Not officially, but I almost ran away.

I went to the boundaries of my property, and sat in the road. I ran bipedal the way there but got quadrupedal as I continued.

I let it all out. I couldn't speak. I forgot English. All that came out was sad barks, choking noises and whimpers if I tried to talk.

I sat in the middle of the road. The street light glimmering on my pelt.

I howled. For at least ten minutes. Desperately, signaling "please, i need you".

A response came. 4-8 coyotes joined in. Heard my sorrow.

We chatted. For a moment. Although none of us could understand eachother.

They never came to me, though. Got closer, but realized the road is a dangerous path.

I sat whimpering in my driveway, wondering how I had gotten here.

I growled at a passing car, hoping it wouldn't stop and shoot me for being the big bad wolf I am.

I left at 9:30, It is 10:00 now.

My throat hurts. My paws are limp, rough even. I smell like outside. It's comforting. I smell like a dog after being in the rain.

Im going back tomorrow night. Maybe then I'll get farther and explore past where my leash has confined me.