Whomever was doing the rain spell, it worked!
BRIEFS AND BROOMS: Witchcraft for justice, positive outcomes in disputes, and success in legal matters.
Dark Moon Magick
The dark moon is that time as the old moon has largely waned and the new moon is hardly a sliver.
Since a new moon is beginning, it can be a time to do work for new beginnings--new jobs, new homes, new relationships. However, because of the ending old moon and the relative darkness of the night sky, I like to use the time for clearing out.
This week, I did a simple banishing and hexing spell. I had several lingering enemies, one of which recently--entirely unjustifiably--necessitated my return from a vacation for a hearing that, in the judge's words, wasn't "motion stuff" just "life stuff" that should have been worked out by agreement.
Being a bitch as well as a witch, I already put the wheels in motion for the offending lawyer's young associate, upon whom he depends, to get hired away. By the time the dark moon rolled around, I was ready to seal the deal.
I was ready to seal the deal, but I also was exhausted. This dark moon called for simplicity.
I burned a black Santa Muerte candle, asked for the binding of my enemies, and wrote their names on corresponding paper in colored gel ink (for me, a salmon color that does not appeal to me with nearly-matching ink to represent the way these irritants should fade).
Ingredients:
Black candle (I prefer Santa Muerte)
Colored paper (I keep a pad of various colors on hand)
Pen (I like to coordinate the ink and paper color--closely matching to help the target fade away and lose power)
Write the names of the target and what you want to happen on the paper. This can also be an incantation. Mine was as follows: "X fades away like the ink on this paper and his/her actions are for naught. X and his/her intentions are returned to the void from which they came and have no influence on this plane."
Since a new moon is beginning, it can be a time to do work for new beginnings--new jobs, new homes, new relationships. However, because of the ending old moon and the relative darkness of the night sky, I like to use the time for clearing out.
This week, I did a simple banishing and hexing spell. I had several lingering enemies, one of which recently--entirely unjustifiably--necessitated my return from a vacation for a hearing that, in the judge's words, wasn't "motion stuff" just "life stuff" that should have been worked out by agreement.
Being a bitch as well as a witch, I already put the wheels in motion for the offending lawyer's young associate, upon whom he depends, to get hired away. By the time the dark moon rolled around, I was ready to seal the deal.
I was ready to seal the deal, but I also was exhausted. This dark moon called for simplicity.
I burned a black Santa Muerte candle, asked for the binding of my enemies, and wrote their names on corresponding paper in colored gel ink (for me, a salmon color that does not appeal to me with nearly-matching ink to represent the way these irritants should fade).
Ingredients:
Black candle (I prefer Santa Muerte)
Pen (I like to coordinate the ink and paper color--closely matching to help the target fade away and lose power)
Write the names of the target and what you want to happen on the paper. This can also be an incantation. Mine was as follows: "X fades away like the ink on this paper and his/her actions are for naught. X and his/her intentions are returned to the void from which they came and have no influence on this plane."
It's Coming Out Day!
It's coming out day, and we celebrate our LGBTQ friends and people of all orientations and genders.
In the meantime, is it time to come out of the broom closet with a pretty like this one?
In the meantime, is it time to come out of the broom closet with a pretty like this one?
Penis Pendants
BOGO! Buying amulets and other props isn't required, but it can help cement intentions. This penis amulet would be great for sex magic or for the penis removal spell--charge with your intention!
Following links on this page may cause filthy lucre to appear in my pockets.
Following links on this page may cause filthy lucre to appear in my pockets.
Penis Detachment Spell
This post is about a wee little man who couldn't keep his mouth shut and lost his most treasured possession, his dick. It is about a man who was warned, kept abusing people, and lost his dick. This is about a man who didn't have much to start with, and now has even less.
For those who believe hexing and cursing should only be done with good cause, rest easy: this spell was worked upon a lawyer who represented a sexual harasser. I regularly represent victims of harassment, and a common theme is to try to intimidate me personally by saying that I can either dismiss the case like a good little girl or "watch porn in front of the judge and jury."
I am not a good little girl.
After multiple warnings in this case, the lawyer would not shut up--persistently engaging in harassment of me and my client that went far beyond advocating for his client. He really, really liked what he imagined to be his sexual power. He would raise the issue of watching porn in front of investigators and judges, delighting when they would shirk and seeming puzzled that I was not intimidated.
In one case, he insisted on watching a particular movie in front of an investigator. She resisted. Finally, she told me and my client to just leave. On my way out, he offered me a copy of his cinematic treasure. I replied I could Google it. He feigned surprise that, "Google has porn?!"
"Don't worry," I replied. "If I can't find it on Google, I'll go to Youporn."
I honestly thought his fat, stupid heart was going to explode.
His aggression did not end with porn. He actively stank. His breath and body exuded an odor that could not have been accidental--like a pile of poop rolled around in week-old vomit and then French kissed an infected pilonidal cyst on Hitler's rotting butt. Knowing his odor made me gag, he would intentionally stand near me and close-talk me. '
Finally, I asked a male lawyer to join my litigation team. After all, my job is to look out for my client, and that can mean keep the spotlight away from me. Asked what he should bring to the first hearing in the case, I replied candidly, "Your penis."
The hearing did not disappoint. Opposing counsel wrapped up the day by handing a drive to me in open court. He announced it was porn.
"Free porn!" I exclaimed, turning to my new male co-counsel. "People pay good money for this!" (He turned red.)
Tired of the abuse and worried for my client, I took action. I decided to deprive the offender of his most treasured possession.
This work could have been done on a full moon, to amplify justice. I did it as the moon waned, to emphasize that I wanted to reduce obnoxiousness, unto depriving this person of his penis.
I used a selection of herbs, which I crushed and applied to a penis candle (warm the candle a tiny bit, and roll in the herbs).
A good list of herbs is here: For this working, I relied a lot on my personal blend (discussed in the link above), Solomon's seal, and galangal. The latter two are more because of the justice aspect of my spell. For an intention like this, I found lots of hot pepper and garlic to be important! In addition, I added Devil's Dung (asafoetida). Many would advocate writing down the name and intention, maybe by inscribing it on the candle or writing it on a piece of paper placed under the candle. These are great suggestions. For this spell, I relied on the roiling anger inside me. On the first night, I cast a circle and lit the candle. I am not a chanter, but I focused my intention on the person and on his penis falling off. I let the first knob of my candle burn down. If using a penis candle, you could do the entire spell in one long night or divide it into parts using pins placed in the candle, or use seven small penis candles!
At the end of each night, I blew out my candle with gratitude. After the spell was complete, I wrapped the ashes and leavings in bio-degradable material (I favor using an old scrap of unbleached paper.) and threw in a swamp area. Did it work? I have not heard of counsel's penis falling off, but he has been chastised. And who wouldn't take a check as a substitute castration? This witch is smiling!
Witching Hours and Holy Days!
Even though the cool winds of fall aren't really here yet (with some of us having an unusually warm fall), it is time to plan ahead for next years sabbats! These are two calendars I used (and loved) in 2017! The datebook has kept me on time (and centered) in court and meetings, and the wall version has provided my family with daily magickal reminders!
Three Gnarled Fingers Pointing Back at You
Royalty-free image from http://www.publicdomainpictures.net.
Of course, not all witches have gnarled fingers. This is a stereotype, and stereotypes are inconsistent with the deep truth-telling that is the work of most witches and other spiritual people. Perhaps as an indicator of this, the most-viewed post on this blog is, by far, about racism in the magick community. It recounts a visit I made to a lecture by a witch I admire, only to have a fellow attendee unload with comments that the surrounding, majority African-American, neighborhoods were "dangerous." She held forth about fear of driving through, much less parking in, such an area.
While these attitudes, often unconscious, are ugly and deserve examination, most of us work on these issues--on our own or in community. I recently came across an inspiring example of examining and taking responsibility for race-based perceptions. It was the opposite of the ugly attitudes grasped in the previous post.
Gary, Indiana is 80 percent African-American. It was devastated by white flight, largely in retaliation for electing the first black mayor (concurrent with Cleveland, Ohio). A good summary is here, although Mayor Hatcher, interviewed in the article, has his own viewpoint.
Around the Northwest Indiana area, Gary is a proxy for (synonymous with) race. For example, a white politician in neighboring Merrillville once gloated in a public meeting he removed basketball hoops from a local park after seeing "people from Gary" playing basketball at the park. Pressed on how he knew the players were "from Gary," he admitted this assumption was based on their being black. Without fail, the local "press" reports crimes by black suspects with more certainty and venom than those by white suspects, and a notable effort is made to tie crimes back to Gary and to scream "Gary" from the headlines. The two "news"papers were early white-flighters, so perhaps they seek a post hoc justification of their bigotry or seek to offer the same succor for their suburban readership.
Against this backdrop, many of the all-white towns are an intimidating, judgmental backdrop for Gary residents who venture forth for food and goods due to the blight in the city. In one such foray, I reluctantly befriended a gifted spiritual teacher who has 20 years experience in Earth-based study and began taking classes from her. It never hurts to sharpen one's anthame, even when it is usually one's finger. As I settled into relaxed, weekly discussions, there was often an edge of discomfort about my hometown. As with everything, friendships wore the edges down, and people became comfortable sharing their experiences.
During one particularly frank session, my friend revealed the complexity of her feelings about Gary. She had had a bad experience there as a teen, being shot at while in a speeding car. This is not an unusual story among those in the towns surrounding Gary, many of whom believe Mayor Hatcher installed stop signs purposefully to allow black people to attack white people with bats and rob them when the cars came to a halt. Further complicating matters, my friend currently lives in a small town where the town council, considering whether to merge their sewer system with Gary's, had an open, public debate about whether mixing white people's poop with that of black people would make Jesus cry. (I do not think she has an opinion on Jesus' opinion, but have made a note to inquire.)
However, the discussion with my friend took a turn unheard of in the towns surrounding Gary: rather than pointing fingers at the "people from Gary" involved in the shooting, she looked at her own involvement. Perhaps, we agreed, her likelihood of being involved in a chase and shoot-out was influenced less by geography and more by the fact her boyfriend, with whom she rode in the shoot out, was a Latin King. While, certainly, a gang member or associate no more deserves to be hurt than anyone else, it seems likely that keeping this company would expose one to more bullets than would tamer conquests.
This discussion is on sharp contrast to the woman who would not turn off her fear-o-meter after having seen a few black people during her commute. Looking inside and breaking down the reason for our fears is a far better answer, even in matters or real or perceived personal safety, than pointing fingers. Christoper Pike is thought to have said that when you point at someone else, there are three fingers pointing back at you. You can give yourself a big thumbs up if you can identify your own Latin King. And, we all have work to do on understanding how our world came to be, and remains, a sometimes divided and wounded place.
Not that into you . . .
My dog likes to say, "You have to drag me everywhere on a leash to keep me from running away. Maybe that's what they call a HINT, lady!" And here is the perfect witchy illustration:
Does the W in Witch Mean White?
Trigger warning: I don't respect your path if you are racist, you delicate little white flower, you!
A few years ago, a talented musician--the one-man band Earwig Spectre--had a hit called "What Does W Stand For?" The possible answers, in the song, were "wealth, waste, war," but ultimately the fascist (now beacon of liberal hope by comparison) George W. Bush.
Two more widely-used words starting with w are witch and wiccan. For some, these paths include "white magik," which sometimes includes liberal application of white light and white salt. As I mentioned in a previous post, this isn't my path, but it is a respected and valid one. The question is, do all these "w" words mean this path is only for white people?
Last night, I attended an event for a witch I have long admired. I am leaving her name and the group name out of this post, because this is not about one personality--in fact, she could little have controlled the venue and audience. The event was in a gentrified, largely white (58 percent in 2015) area of a city (a major city that isn't as major as it thinks it is).
Upon parking, I saw a woman in a black, floral-print skirt and jacket that was colorful and heavily beaded. She was looking around a bit lost, so I asked if she was okay. We had a shared concern about parking and whether there was a meter to pay and identified the entrance to the event.
Upstairs, I asked the woman about a second foray she had made to be sure about the parking issue. (This was worth doing, since this is in a city where they will tow your car for no reason whatsoever, unless you are black--in which case they shoot you and then send your estate tickets for the car.) Not having known me for 10 minutes, the woman quickly shared that the parking was okay, but she had been really worried for her safety. In fact, she has passed "slums" on her way to the venue and thought she might not be safe to park and walk to the venue. I tried to redirect her by rather gently suggesting that this was actually an area that was problematic because of gentrification and that there was nothing to fear from the surrounding, predominantly African-American neighborhoods in this hypersegregated city (whether a place is still a "city" when its residents embrace such parochial--and vile--practices as segregation is another question). The woman persisted, despite my cues, in making inappropriate comments about black people and the neighborhoods around the event, so I ended the conversation, stating that perhaps she should fear the bankers who live in her suburban oasis (which, based on census data, contains about 23 total black people).
The event itself was white. Out of about 50 people, one woman identified herself (saying she supported diversity in her comments) as indigenous American. The group is holding a festival this weekend in an area that is 67 percent white (.07 percent indigenous). Of course, they cite cost concerns, but one has to wonder if all urban neighborhoods were included in the cost analysis, or just the "safe" ones.
In contrast, I recently attended Conjure Fest in Detroit. There, I was not only in (near) a diverse city, but among a group with black people in the leadership and a consciousness of celebrating diversity. The incomparable organizer pointed to diversity as a reason for the festival--creating a culture of celebrating, not just tolerating. The efforts at inclusion were successful, blogged up beautifully here (the post that convince me to make the trip to the Fest).
White people--witch, wiccan, pagan and other--have a huge, unfulfilled obligation to stop engaging in--and tolerating--assumptions that majority-minority neighborhoods are unsafe and other racists tropes. These comments are entirely out of place in a system built on diversity and respect. As a group, we can make a big step forward by actively seeking to hold events in diverse venues. On an individual level, expressing the truth that all kinds of communities--including predominantly African-American ones--are safe, welcoming, and fulfilling places to be challenges the ethos of protecting whiteness with layer upon layer of whiteness, with white women's perception of safety being paramount (even unto the lynching of blacks who--allegedly--whistle at them). Otherwise, we might as well just bring the kindling and burn ourselves, howling our righteous whiteness as we burn.
In AHS Coven, Kathy Bates plays a resurrected slave-owning racist (like the ones we have on this plain at this time aren't enough!) and Angela Bassett's Marie Leveux gets revenge!
A few years ago, a talented musician--the one-man band Earwig Spectre--had a hit called "What Does W Stand For?" The possible answers, in the song, were "wealth, waste, war," but ultimately the fascist (now beacon of liberal hope by comparison) George W. Bush.
(For a view on times our community got it right, please see my subsequent post.)
Two more widely-used words starting with w are witch and wiccan. For some, these paths include "white magik," which sometimes includes liberal application of white light and white salt. As I mentioned in a previous post, this isn't my path, but it is a respected and valid one. The question is, do all these "w" words mean this path is only for white people?
Last night, I attended an event for a witch I have long admired. I am leaving her name and the group name out of this post, because this is not about one personality--in fact, she could little have controlled the venue and audience. The event was in a gentrified, largely white (58 percent in 2015) area of a city (a major city that isn't as major as it thinks it is).
Upon parking, I saw a woman in a black, floral-print skirt and jacket that was colorful and heavily beaded. She was looking around a bit lost, so I asked if she was okay. We had a shared concern about parking and whether there was a meter to pay and identified the entrance to the event.
Upstairs, I asked the woman about a second foray she had made to be sure about the parking issue. (This was worth doing, since this is in a city where they will tow your car for no reason whatsoever, unless you are black--in which case they shoot you and then send your estate tickets for the car.) Not having known me for 10 minutes, the woman quickly shared that the parking was okay, but she had been really worried for her safety. In fact, she has passed "slums" on her way to the venue and thought she might not be safe to park and walk to the venue. I tried to redirect her by rather gently suggesting that this was actually an area that was problematic because of gentrification and that there was nothing to fear from the surrounding, predominantly African-American neighborhoods in this hypersegregated city (whether a place is still a "city" when its residents embrace such parochial--and vile--practices as segregation is another question). The woman persisted, despite my cues, in making inappropriate comments about black people and the neighborhoods around the event, so I ended the conversation, stating that perhaps she should fear the bankers who live in her suburban oasis (which, based on census data, contains about 23 total black people).
The event itself was white. Out of about 50 people, one woman identified herself (saying she supported diversity in her comments) as indigenous American. The group is holding a festival this weekend in an area that is 67 percent white (.07 percent indigenous). Of course, they cite cost concerns, but one has to wonder if all urban neighborhoods were included in the cost analysis, or just the "safe" ones.
In contrast, I recently attended Conjure Fest in Detroit. There, I was not only in (near) a diverse city, but among a group with black people in the leadership and a consciousness of celebrating diversity. The incomparable organizer pointed to diversity as a reason for the festival--creating a culture of celebrating, not just tolerating. The efforts at inclusion were successful, blogged up beautifully here (the post that convince me to make the trip to the Fest).
White people--witch, wiccan, pagan and other--have a huge, unfulfilled obligation to stop engaging in--and tolerating--assumptions that majority-minority neighborhoods are unsafe and other racists tropes. These comments are entirely out of place in a system built on diversity and respect. As a group, we can make a big step forward by actively seeking to hold events in diverse venues. On an individual level, expressing the truth that all kinds of communities--including predominantly African-American ones--are safe, welcoming, and fulfilling places to be challenges the ethos of protecting whiteness with layer upon layer of whiteness, with white women's perception of safety being paramount (even unto the lynching of blacks who--allegedly--whistle at them). Otherwise, we might as well just bring the kindling and burn ourselves, howling our righteous whiteness as we burn.
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