Hey y’all! I’m practicing my pendulum work today! Send me a DM with your question! Yes or no only please!
A neighbor is collecting scrap wood for me in trade for instructions on building a garden bed, and I’m making masks in trade for produce this summer. These trad-witch skills are paying off!
kind of m a g i c // Isola - FRANCE
Hold me back- KB
We built a raised planter box for the spring growing season! It’s still a little too cold to transplant most of our seeds yet, but it’s a fun start!~☆
My dream carousel
🕯Cottage Core Asks🕯
Day 25 - M U S H R O O M S . They’re just weird little forest plants and I love them.
A veces no es necesario salir de casa para poder disfrutar de los lugares. Deja que el poder de la mente, la imaginación y el rol te lleven a esos sitios que tanto quieres conocer. Viaja a través de mundos, dimensiones, planetas, incluso galaxias desde tu silla. Abre la mente y déjate embriagar por la magia de las palabras.
2 Timothy 2: 14, 23 (YLT1898)
14 These things remind [Christians] of, testifying fully before the Lord- not to strive about words to nothing profitable, but to the subversion of those hearing; [people are just trying to trick you into arguing]
23 and the foolish and uninstructed questions be avoiding, having known they beget strife,
God the father/Jesus Christ/Holy Ghost, is the creator of all, including the silly little pagan satanist throwing temper tantrums right now. He is their Lord and Creator also, whether they want to acknowledge Him as their savior or not.
Simply put- Nothing belongs to them that God did not create - Therby making everything good and honorable on Earth OURS, belonging to the body of Christ.
Wow- yup- so by all means call yourself an Easter Witch of Christ. Have fun in your new-found freedom, with a deep understanding that the satans are the ones trying to steal from God. Never has been the other way around. So push back on those silly little bullies, put a satan where they belong, head down mouth shut satanist, head down mouth shut.
The stage set as I performed though the story was tragic.
Captivating audiences with tales of nights where the story began.
Two souls destined to meet but never end, though time ran its course in the sand.
Hands touched across tables and feelings crashing through the glass.
Hours drew escaping minutes and seen as seconds.
Never forgotten but noticed by hugs and dances with lessons.
Noticing one another as if glances were made by destiny.
All spinning in circles by fires that were forged into a ring.
Walls were torn down as the man became a thief, looking for his genie to give the command. Wishing moments never faded as distance continued to spread apart.
Music played to reveal the climatic change.
Storms racing and finding a pace, though the protagonist knew he could not flip back the page.
All met in silence upon the stage, though characters were in motion.
The waves revealed a break, though no one was certain.
The audience at the edge of their seats as fingers left an interwoven lock.
Promises of yesterday made for the morrow now presented in the sorrow of the past, held in a stop.
I now stood alone, masks are worn though I knew I continued in the act.
I lost myself performing, drawn by a spell and the enchantment struck back.
The hand came upon my face to face the truth.
The mask came off, falling in rhythmic motion until it clashed.
Shattering in pieces as a hand touched chest.
The audience gasped, seeing the man reach for air.
Curtains were drawn.
A song played in the background as light filled the stage.
The man now standing reciting eulogies.
Many wondering what had occurred, held in mystery though they knew the action that played out all too well.
People began to clap and I began to bow, looking down still seeing the ring.
The cast followed suit, coming into the stage.
Then people noticed, clapping faded to whispers.
Where was the women?
And just as the man turned to leave, curtains fell.
No one knew what happened, for as it came to be, she was gone, held in mystery, like magic.
Uther Pendragon is one of the few muggles who knows about magic. And he absolutely resents it. He teaches his children morgana and Arthur the same kind of hatred. But when morgana turns eleven, she gets a letter.
She panics and only with much help she manages to escape home to attend school. (And tells Uther she had an internship on a different non magical one. They had to hex him into believing it. Arthur had no say in it, but was not bewitched. He still disapproves) There she meets Gwen and Merlin and becomes friends with them. Merlin is an O student. In all subjects.
When it’s time for Morgana to go home in the summer, Merlin promises to visit her. That’s where Arthur first met the idiot sorcerer .. whose actually the most powerful sorcerer to ever exist. .. Arthur is also pretty certain the boy used a love potion on him
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it