Tarot, Oracle, and Rune Readings!

Hello! My name is Cat and I am offering some divination readings! I am doing this to help out with bills. I have been reading tarot and palms for 13 years, runes for around 3 years, and oracle cards for about 6 months. All payments must be done via PayPal or bank deposit (philippines). 

*No time sensitive or ASAP readings please

Divination to choose from:

Tarot (choose any of my decks: manga tarot, shadowscapes tarot, or tarot de Paris)

Palm reading (love, life and self, or career)

Oracle reading (keepers of light deck)

Rune reading

Prices and types of readings:

Tarot and Oracle (10 slots per week) (4 slots for multi-week readings)

*note: I do not need to know your exact question if you are uncomfortable with telling me, instead I just need the basic idea of what you’re asking so I can better explain what the cards are saying. ex: question is about money/love/future decisions/general advice/etc.

Rune Reading (10 slots per week) (4 slots for multi-week readings)

Palm reading (5 slots per week)

*note: must send image of dominant hand or both hands. This type of reading is best for self growth and care. I will focus on things that can help you grow and improve yourself. I only read the palm, not the fingers. My way of reading may be very different from others.

How to avail a reading:

*tips are VERY welcome

Holy Hekate’s knickerbockers, that shit was intense.

Listen, I don’t usually recommend readers.  Especially not palm readers.  My experiences with palmistry have been sketchy to say the least.

@onyx-hydrangea‘s reading was not only spot on, it predicted and analyzed events in my life right now and through the last few years with pinpoint accuracy, stuff I’ve not been sharing with anyone.

Buy a reading from her.  Pay her more than she’s charging, cuz her prices are garbage.  Seriously, make her fucking famous, y’all.

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

^^^ that part

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

^ So much good advice in this post right here

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes. 

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering. 

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you). 

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night. 

@thedevilinthealchemy and I are very old friends. I used to live in the same town as her, in Southern California. One night, a few years ago, we were celebrating the end of finals and the start of winter break, and we just hanging out in her car, killing ourselves with late night Taco Bell. Well, we decide we don’t want to go home just yet, so we start driving. We drive up a canyon, near her place. Now, we both had made this trip many, many times, in daylight and dark. A local tourist trap is in that canyon, and there’s a shortcut to a college campus that goes through that canyon. It was a normal winter night in SoCal. 

Well, about halfway through I start to get scared. For no reason. Within the span of two heartbeats I grew so terrified that my palms were shaking and my mouth was dry and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off the wood to the driver’s side. 

“Turn around.” I say, quickly. 

“Dude, already on it.” Kama said, doing a quick three point turn. I look in the mirror as she’s pealing away and see the creature. It was vaguely humanoid, and hairless, with elongated limbs and pitch black eyes, on all four limbs, loping after us. Now, if you’re in the know, you might be thinking “hey that’s like the creatures from Until Dawn, I call bullshit on this.” Well, Until Dawn was four years away, and it wasn’t even in development yet, so shush. 

I rip my eyes away from it and hold on tight as she drives. Then, at the same time, both of us get this instinct and we speak. 

“Don’t look in the backseat.” Needless to say, neither of us did. She drove damn near 90 on a dark canyon until we saw the lights of her complex at the mouth of it. 

I haven’t gone back in there since, and that canyon got shut down about a year ago due to a landslide and it hasn’t opened back up. I’m a history major, and research always has been my first love, so I go digging. I visit the local history society, talk about my tale. Turns out the whole valley used to belong to a people called the Tativam. One day, after the Spanish arrived, they vanished. Without a trace. We have a graveyard of theirs that we know of. One of my professors was trying to stop the houses that were being built on it. Spoiler alert: he didn’t, and the houses are hella haunted, and nobody wants to live there. 

Personally I do think the creature is a wendigo. That chain of mountains is park of unbroken chain that leads right up the Serra Nevadas and Donner Pass. 

THE Donner Pass. 

You do the math. 

@carolinemb88

I’m from Northern California myself, state capitol, and while we don’t have much by way of critters (sure, we’ve got Bigfoot up in the redwoods, but those guys are mostly harmless).

Most of what we’ve got is due to the Gold Rush, and not just the hauntings (though there are plenty of those, a great many of them are theatre ghosts, most of whom are harmless, though some are very particular).  What we’ve got by way of Things were brought along on the trail from the Old Country to the East Coast and then along thousands of miles of wagon trail.

We’ve got our fair share of phantom hitchhikers and women in white, but mostly what we’ve got are the Things That Survived The Flood.  There was a flood in the early 1860s, one that caused the state capitol to actually be relocated for a while, and when it was over and the floodwaters receded, there was enough sediment left behind that what had been the second floor of buildings was now the ground floor.

There are a handful of places in Old Town that you Do Not Go after dark (despite being safe during the day).  When I worked in Old Town, giving comedic history tours, we started from and returned to a restaurant that had a club downstairs (in what had been the ground floor before The Flood) and there was a storeroom down there that got locked at sunset and no one questioned it, but the door to that storeroom was pretty much right next to the portable shed we changed clothes in, and I know, more than once, I heard knocking and scratching and one of my very last tours I got a facefull of wet-plant rot smell (not quite mildew, but not stinky like rotting meat gets) so bad I couldn’t breathe. It’s one of the reasons I stopped doing the tours, really, because I was starting to get the feeling I was being singled out, and I didn’t want to find out what by.

When I was like 17, I lived in the woods on the northwest coast of canada. One day, I decided to go for a walk in a part of the woods I had never been to before. Because sometimes I see weird things out there, I made sure to bring my grandma’s dog with me, just running free and off-leash. These are wild woods, too, not parkland, so the only clear areas are deer trails. I stuck along to those because, you know, I don’t want to get lost, and about an hour in I hear this strange whistling. Just a short call- One long, sharp whistle followed quickly by a short, piping one. Now, I’m in a good mood and I figure it must be some new kind of bird, so I whistle back: long call, short call. It whistles again. I’m amused, so I whistle again. Long call, short call, and then just to be fun, I throw in a little trill at the end. It whistles back. It whistles back the exact same pattern. Now, normally that would freak me out, but I was in a REALLY good mood. A really weirdly good mood. So, I whistled again. And when it whistled back to me, I giggled. I… Don’t giggle. Not alone in the woods over basically nothing. The whistle came again, and there was a rustle in the distance. Seeing a shady outcrop, I ran to hide, feeling like I was playing hide-and-seek with someone. It whistled, I whistled back. Another rustle. Closer. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen the dog in a while. I looked around, and saw him a few feet away, staring point-blank and totally still into the forest. The whistle came again, closer this time, and suddenly my weirdly bubbly feeling was gone. Instant fear. I got the dog’s attention and we absolutely booked it out of there, all the way back to the eight-foot-high gate that marked the start of the wild land. I locked it behind me, and we never went back. I never really had any idea what was whistling with me in the forest. Maybe some kind of mimic bird that had escaped home, or a squatter hiding out there sewhere messing with this kid and their dog. I only just remembered that when I was a kid, we learned about the Tsonoqua woman. The Tsonoqua woman is supposed to be an old woman who lives in the woods. She carries a basket on her back and has long, tangled hair. When children wander away from camp, it is said that she snatches them up in her basket and steals them away forever. But because she has bad sight, she uses her keen ears to hunt, and calls out with a birdlike whistle.

I have lived in southern California for a lifetime. There are things here that even I don’t understand. Things I can’t describe. If you ever take any advice from my blog, please, please, remember this.

Coyotes don’t hunt in packs.

something i wish that was asserted more in general pagan spaces: it’s okay to choose your gods.

what i mean by this is, a lot of people will boast about how ~their gods came knocking, not the other way around~ and how finding The Sign that a god is expecting your worship is tantamount to proper pagan religious practice. and while these things can absolutely be a part of any practice, the flip side is rarely, if ever, discussed at all.

it’s okay to look at a religion and decide you want to be that religion (barring closed religions, of course). it’s okay to say, “these are the gods i want to worship” and then just go about your business worshiping them. while many of us will sort of backtrack and look at things that happened in our lives and say, “yep, i was oblivious, but that was ____”, the decision to worship is ultimately ours.

the Theoi didn’t grab me by the hair and demand my worship. Apollo didn’t kick me in a dream and tell me to worship him. being a hellenic polytheist, and everything that entails, was and IS a conscious choice. it is my choice to abide by hellenic ethics, to indulge in hellenic traditions, and to worship the Theoi.

it’s okay to choose your gods. just because you’re not getting some Ultimate All-Encompassing Sign from the gods you want to worship, it doesn’t mean your worship is in vain or means nothing. it’s okay to choose to be religious. it’s not shameful to choose to be religious.

Unpopular opinion, maybe, but the narrative of “Here’s what you can do as an individual to fight climate change” isn’t useless.

It has its place, and that’s mainly in the mental health realm. I’m a super anxious person. I get depressed easily. Articles talking about little steps I can take to reduce my carbon footprint give me tangible ways I can contribute to the solution, and help give me a sense of control over the whole mess, however illusionary it may be.

The framing of the narrative is the problem, not the narrative itself; guilt-tripping people never works. Pointing out “if you’re feeling scared, here’s some steps you can take to be part of the process” is way, WAY better. And the more steps you include, the more myriad ways you can take some ownership of the process and go “I am NOT powerless you motherfuck,” the better. Not everyone can take all of the listed steps and that’s COMPLETELY understandable. You gotta take care of you, first. But the more we list, the more accessible ways we come up with to give climate change the finger in our everyday lives, and to refuse to let the fear win.

By all means, go after the corporations. They’re the big fuckers here and I am totally on board with that. But if you’re feeling helpless and hopeless? Maybe take a look at one of those “how can I help” articles and pick a few little things to implement.

It’s all about taking care of your mental health!

Also, if you’re creative, you can make a big impact.

Here are some things I’ve done:

You may have different things you can do, but the point is, you can do big, substantial things. It’s not just personal choices, you can offer to help other people. You can research things, get good at doing certain things, and then share that knowledge with others.

You can save people money, hundreds or thousands of dollars. And people will appreciate that, like my apartment complex really likes me as a tenant and I see it in how they treat me, they’ve let me do A LOT of things that I asked like having a garden and planting things in vacant flower beds and upgrading things in my unit. And my parents really appreciate the work my brother and I did in the house and the things we convinced them to do cause they’re saving a ton of money already and the house is more comfy.

You might think up completely different things from these that I haven’t even thought of!

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A reminder that it’s illegal in the USA to collect or sell the feathers of wild birds (and their eggs, bodies, and nests) even if you find them lying on the ground, unless you have a permit to do so. As in, actually illegal, not “outdated law everyone has forgotten about and is no longer enforced”. Eagle parts are extra illegal.

How about bones?? Not like bird specifically just animal bones in general. Also why is it illegal?? There so many birds ergo so many feathers no ones gonna miss em

The specifics depend on your state, the situation, and whether the species is a game animal, but usually, it’s illegal unless you are licensed (ex for educational purposes).

There really aren’t “so many birds”. The populations of many species are rapidly declining due to habitat loss and pollution. I’ve seen birds of prey autopsied and their insides are often coated in plastics. Pesticides and rodenticides wipe out truly horrifying numbers of larger birds - please only ever use mechanical traps for mice and rats, not poisons.

The Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918 was passed four years after the last passenger pigeon died. It discourages the personal and commercial collection of bird parts for very good reason.

Oh, Ship! Tag me in on this one, I’m ready!

So, the history of Wildlife law in the United States goes way back, actually, to the history of wildlife law in Great Britain.

See, in Ye Olden Days, the King was in charge of deciding who was and wasn’t legally allowed to hunt. This was a Big Deal, because many people needed to hunt to feed and clothe themselves and their families. If the King said “you can’t hunt anywhere near where you live because those are My Deer,” you were, well, fucked.

Eventually, this power of wildlife ownership was technically redelegated to parliment, but hunting often remained super inaccessible to anyone but the wealthy, privileged few.

So when people started coming here from there, it was a total free-for-all. You could hunt anywhere, anything! There were things to shoot in the US that had been extinct in the British aisles for centuries, even!

So not only were people hunting for food, clothing, to drive out unwanted animals (see: wolves), but also for the hell of it because they were allowed!

For a while though, hunting was still very much an “I need to eat” business. Can’t fault ‘em for eating, ya know?

But once Europeans became really established here, with cities and leisure time and fashion, things got way out of hand.

There were pretty much No laws dictating how many animals a person could take, or when and from where they could take them.

What’s more is, suddenly, it wasn’t just for food, it was for MASS PRODUCTION! You know what women REALLY wanted? Hats With Feathers. Lots Of Feathers.

People were already killing Many Birds, but not Enough. “We need to kill WAY MORE BIRDS and FASTER,” they said. So they made These Big Guns.

They were made for mounting on boats, and who gave a damn about ammo? ANYTHING that could presumably maim a duck was a go. They loaded them with pieces of tin, metal, shards of broken glass, ya know. The usual.

Then, at night, during Mating season, they’d go out onto the water, shine a light so that all the ducks raised their heads to investigate, fire the gun, and instantly decapitate hundreds of ducks a shot. It was wild.

So this was happening

And the REASON this was happening was there was a demand for these ducks, feathers, mainly. Meat second.

The demand is what’s imperative here. It didn’t matter if you had the means to kill 100 or 1000 birds in a night. If you shot ‘em, someone would pay for ‘em.

You can see where this started going wrong, however. Eventually, there were like, uh, no birds left to shoot.

So now everyone’s starting to say, “well, what the hell…it seems that shooting All Of The Birds At Once has somehow wiped them out. Maybe we should do something about this.”

NOW, that was NOT a popular move. People were really loving the whole “I can kill anything any time I want” thing going on. They argued that limiting their take would violate their rights and freedoms (never mind the hypocrisy of claiming any rights to the wildlife of this land that had been taken from the indigenous peoples they’d killed and driven out).

But responsible hunters knew that wildlife and hunting laws were imperative to the continued existence of wildlife.

This wasn’t a new concept, mind you. Responsible Wildlife laws are even in the damn Old Testament:

Makes sense, right? Eat the eggs but make sure the mother remains to lay more. 

And more than a century before, John Quincey Adams is quoted in reference to the issue:

ANYWAY. Point was, people were realizing that if things didn’t change fast, there’d be nothing left to hunt, to eat, or to use for Fancy Hats.

So we got the Lacey Act of 1900, the first federal wildlife law.

It limited market-hunting and commercial wildlife trafficking. People with Super Duck Guns were especially unhappy about this. However, if ducks understood federal laws, they would’ve been thrilled.

The problem was, there was still a HUGE demand for feathers, for meat, and absurdly, for specimen for people’s private collections. “I don’t CARE if that’s the last known living Auk. I want it.”

So they had it.

What we needed to do was to destroy the demand for bird products. And to destroy the demand, we had to stop products from being made. If no one is walking down the street wearing a Fancy Bird Hat, no one else is going to say “oh! I want one too,” and no one is going to pay a Fancy Hat Maker to pay a Big Duck Gun owner to shoot 1,000 birds.

So we got the Migratory Bird Treat of 1918, which made it almost totally across the board illegal to own Any bird parts (excluding legal game birds, but laws about when and how many you could hunt were forming to protect them).

 There is a misnomer that taking something off the legal market will increase demand because people love what they can’t have. That’s proven untrue in this case. Very few people are actually willing to break Actual Federal Law in order to own a hat they can’t wear in public. The issue was larger society and for the most part law-abiding citizens who wore this stuff while it was legal but moved on once it wasn’t.

The reason it still exists is to keep the demand for bird parts non-existent, and it’s WHY you can’t legally collect feathers even when they fall off a bird naturally.

Because hey, YOU may live in an area with a healthy golden eagle population. Or a Blue Jay population. Or Red headed woodpeckers. YOU find their feathers all the time! They just fall off, no harm done.

So you pick them up, make them into cool jewelry and art, and post them on your etsy and pinterest.

They’re super popular! People love them!

Now I want in on that business!

But there aren’t many golden eagles, blue jays, or woodpeckers around me, so I don’t find their feathers often. But you know what’s way easier than looking for one, fallen feather? Shooting a bird and getting a lot at once.

And thus an innocent market has once again created an unsustainable demand that will threaten bird populations.

And that’s why it’s just flat out against Federal US law to own, collect, or sell almost any wild bird parts!

And MAKE NO MISTAKE! This law is Very Enforced. Wildlife officers Do pay attention to people talking about collected bird parts, and they Will throw the book at you. The fines are wild. Don’t risk it.

THANKS FOR READING THIS LONG-ASS EXPLANATION!

It’s Christmastime, so I’ll add in another historical birdy bit. The Christmas side hunt. It was a game during the Christmas season. Maybe it’s the 26th and all your cousins are sitting around bored to tears with charades. Time for a side hunt! Everybody is split into teams (the sides of the side hunt), and then you all go out and shoot everything you can, the side with the bigger pile of dead animals wins.

Thankfully, with the passing of the MBTA, that ceased. But bird lovers of the time tried to convert people to a new holiday: the Christmas bird count. And that’s why I go out in December to freeze my ass off to systematically inventory how many house sparrows, hooded mergansers, or really-hard-to-ID swallows, I see in one day.

Christmas bird count is the largest citizen science project in the world. Bird newbies are welcome, try contacting your local Audubon Society chapter if you wanna get in on the fun.

Modern Witch Tarot Deck Q & A

Will there be a full deck?  -100% yes. I’ve found a publisher, more details soon!

When will it be released?  -No exact date yet, sadly. Designing 78 cards takes time, but I’m working as fast as I can!

Will there be an accompanying book? -Most likely there will be.

Sorry to everyone interested that I can’t give more specific answers yet! I promise I’ll post more info when I have things solidly in place. Progress is slow at the moment because I can only work on these cards in my spare time, but that will change in the upcoming months.

And thanks for the support! In the meantime, you can always purchase prints of the cards at my web store!

Some fun “folkish” type magic from my home town

My hometown and the area I grew up in had some strange superstitions and I thought some people might enjoy them

Drawing Sigils: My Way

Dedicated to the anon who asked, thank you~ <3

 My sigils are basically just a variant of the Witch’s Sigil Wheel. I’ve just added my own flare to it. If you don’t know what that is, it’s this thing, you kind find pictures of it on google pretty easy.

The first thing you’re gonna want to do is come up with your phrase. This will set the sigils intention. We’re gonna use the phrase “The Earth keeps me safe” for this example. Once you’ve got that figured out, pick out the words that are most important to you. We’re going to use “Earth” and “Safe” as our keywords.

(note: traditionally letters that are doubled are taken out, and only single appearing letters make the points.)

Next thing you’re gonna do, is draw lines from one letter to the next. You’ll be making separate lines for each word. Feel free to curve some of these lines, but i think it looks like a mountain or a crystal so we’re gonna keep it c:

And then the next word.

This is really starting to look like a crystal in my eyes! Now it’s time to add some flare. One thing I like to do is add circles around letters that have multiple points on them. And I add crossing lines to any other line that doesn’t have an angle or connection.

To really long lines, I like to add another line parallel to it.

The last part, make it personal! Add some sort of your own flare to it.

I played around with the crystal idea that I was getting, and added things to make it look sparkling and an arrow in the middle to represent protection. 

Lastly I like to keep my sigils in circles, but feel free to skip this step and call it done! Here’s what I came up with!

If you make one, please reblog with a picture! I’d love to see ^u^ Hopefully this helps.

Some City Witch Things

Borrow energy from the lights that never go out, the people that never sleep and the city that never stops moving 

Build yourself up with the city walls

Become invisible in the sea of people

Let go of bad energies/thoughts using trains that pass by

Become a part of the city through grounding

Place stones on your phone/computer/charger (anything electric) to charge them

Infuse your detergent with energy which in its turn will fill your clothes 

Be kind to the barista at your local coffee shop so your coffee is filled with their happiness and energy (and because your a decent person) 

Borrow the sparking energy from the power lines to wake yourself up

Borrow the unapologetic energy from construction sites to make yourself seen and heard or to make yourself more confident

At night open a window and listen to the cars, the trains and the people; Close your eyes and listen to the city breathe

Could you please reblog this if you are a witch who isn’t Wiccan?

Remind me later to make Faux Girl Scout badges for Witchy things

feel free to leave ideas for badges you’d like to earn

Ideas so far: -Ritual Summoning -Hex Craft -Astrology -Unusual Divination -Coven Leader In Training

-Circle Casting -Demon Summoning (the parent badge to Demon Hosting) -Storm Calling -Sword Play -Cryptid Taming  -Crystal Collector -Altar Organizer -Astral Brawler -Familiar Families lvl 1 -Familiar Families lvl 2 -Familiar Families lvl 3 -Fantastic Familiars -Herbal Blender -Warding Warden -Tool Crafting -Nature Natural

Some Works in Progress: Coven Leader In Training Crystal Collector Ritual Summoning Astrology

LOVE!! I woul also try to do different shapes(triangles and squares) for a few of them! I think it would be cool!

If we are really gonna do it GS style lets do it like Junior or Caddets.

Troop Crest becomes coven symbol or symbol to represent your independent practice. 

Member Star/Discs represent each year you have been in the scouts. Do it as moons are moon phases since you have started your craft, change the moon phase based on where you are in your journey (maiden, mother, crone) or maybe a moon phase that resonates with you for that year?

Journey Awards get replaces with path/ journey patches that represent achievements in your craft. Maybe connection with a God or Goddess, a new form of the craft being added to your practice, learn about your ancestry, etc. 

^ On the back we have patches. These are usually for local events, cookie sales, participation based badges essentially to outwardly show to other girls things and places you have been. 

So for these we could have coven specific events, yearly events like Yule with years to signify each year you have celebrated, historic locations or significant spaces specific to your area or places you visit. Like local to me is Bunny Man Bridge and lots of haunted locations and things from urban myth. Really the stuff on the back is anything that doesn’t have a formal meaning with anything on the front so it can be fun stuff and things you have done in general. 

Also I’m a fan of the girl guide/vintage uniform aesthetic <3

I also like the idea of deity “pins” in place of the “My Promise, My Faith” pins if you have anyone you worship or if your a Christian or really any religion and wants to want it clear put a symbol there. If not don’t worry about or put something else that reps why you do what you do. :)

As a former Girl Scout and Girl Scout Leader I LOVE this idea. If yall want to make real patches I would love to help I still have my contacts from when I would have patches made for my girls (and I do marketing and graphic design as a job so we can have fun designing them as a witchblr community, maybe put the money we make towards a charitable cause, or several based on holiday and need through the year)

thats a bit more intense than i have ever planned on going with this spitball idea.. but im glad you’re on board for it.

So, theoretically… you could make a tarot deck out of pokémon cards. Like assign them to tarot deck cards.

Ooo then water types could be for cups, fire types for wands… then legendaries for the major arcana? and full evolutions for the court card… and maybe Energy cards for the aces?

Might do this with my old deck. I’m not a gen wunner though so i think i’ll use cards outside of the first 150. this would be a super cute closeted witch thing.

or i could just get off my ass and actually do art again…. oof.

we’ll see

i’m sorry. this is a joke, right? this is so stupid, i really can’t

It’s kinda just theorizing, I have many friends that live in christian households that would scream at the sight of tarot cards. If you know your cards, couldn’t hurt to experiment if you’re in hiding.

But thanks for the input ig? I don’t know why you took this so seriously. We just having fun out here.

To get to your original question; they could also use regular playing cards. I know some very deeply Christian people who object to Pokémon, since they- I quote -’are demons!!’.  And if you are bored, you always have a deck of playing cards. Though I like your creative thinking, and if they feel that Pokémon cards would help, why not? Though still, to get a good basic grasp of the cards and their meanings, I would start with the regular playing cards.

Agreed! I used play cards when I first started.

And I can attest to the “pokémon=demons!” thing, having gone to Catholic school for 13+ years lmao

Do it, there’s literally no reason it won’t work. I did the same damn thing with MtG cards and they worked like a charm- and I did it because I thought it would work and be fun. It don’t have to be anymore than that. That snotty comment above has me heated about how this elitist bullshit among magical practitioners need to stop.

I will buy Pokemon cards just to make a tarot deck of them out of pure spite now

Every once in awhile I’ll find a stray game card (pokemon, yu-gi-oh, mtg) on the ground somewhere and my immediate reaction is to figure out what it means to me, effectively using it for divination. 

You could assign them to tarot cards, but honestly that seems like a lot of work to have to choose one card out of (how many pokemon are there? 700?) to fit into one of 78 corresponding cards. 

Or you could treat them like oracle cards with their own unique meaning. 

The way that Pokemon is set up offers its own unique divination system. Because where in tarot we have four suits and a major arcana, in Pokemon we have many more elements to work with, AND each card can have more than one element. There’s also the factor of evolution to take into factor of interpretation. 

So. We look at a card by what we know of the card, and we interpret the meaning from there. 

So I’m picking a random card from google as a sample to interpret. Note: I never played pokemon as a card game and I’m cross-referencing from Bulbapedia , so someone who knows the lore better than I do would have a better interpretation:

So Duskull, in this card, is a psychic type. We see some key words in the attacks that give us some clues to what it might mean. For one, ‘Counting Song’, so we have an association with music. There’s straight-up ‘Ram’ so… you know… literally hitting things with your head. And ‘Night Bind’- which basically describes binding someone’s energy. 

Now, looking at the pedia entry, we have it being described as styled after the Grim Reaper. So we have an association with death. But putting this with the Death card doesn’t actually mesh with my personal definition of the Death card in Tarot. 

So I look further in the entry-

Now, seeing as this pokemon does evolve into Dusclops, there is that element. So we should do a takedown of that one too:

So how do I interpret the Duskull card?

A warning not to let the fears you’ve had as a child control you. Fear can be all-consuming, even if you’re brave enough to face it. 

I both have an oracle deck made from pokemon cards, and have Ideas for a pokemon tarot deck. Of which some of the notes are on htis blog somehwere

Geeky Witchy Idea

Use Pokemon cards/figures/plushies of Pokemon of certain types to help aid your magic. Example:

Feel Free to add suggestions and stuff! 

I would probably use Flying Types for air related magick, Ice Types for preservation magick (with the image of preserving things in ice in mind), and Steel Types for urban/techno magick

pentalic traveler journal with black paper

a grimoire with all black paper would have information, diagrams, and spells that magically came off the page. Metallic markers and pens or even bright gel pens can be a great way to achieve this affect.

THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!!!

To be a Local Witch

Throughout history and our legends, Witches and Wizards were the crazy men and women that lived on the outskirts of the village. Their craft was wild and strange to those that lived in the village, but, nonetheless, people would seek after their wisdom of the land, the plants, the local spirits, and for wisdom or guidance in their path. These men and women, often bachelors, would know the ins and outs of the region and often went walking alone. 

Today, our villages are less rustic and more like local towns, and suburbs. But one can still be a Local Witch, and develop special connections with the land you call home. 

Become a Local Witch: 

That’s all for now. More will come later I’m sure. Now go be the best local Witch or Druid you can be!