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Body Beautiful Rite: Lust Dust

Nowadays, you can buy body glitter almost anywhere. I’ve noticed that we witchy types were way ahead on the glitter curve. Whether it is baby powder, body glitter, or the edible Honey Dust sold by the inimitable Kama Sutra body product company, start with a powder that feels comfortable on your body. Get the following supplies:

  • Your chosen powder
  • 1 drop of amber essential oil
  • 1 drop of vanilla essential oil
  • 1 teaspoon lotus root powder
  • 1⁄4 teaspoon cinnamon (ground)


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has plenty of roses
and lots of sunrises.
I hope your faith
is full of smiles
and alive with joy.
I hope your spirituality
tastes good,
smells sweet,
and holds you kindly.

I recently finished reading a book called The Spirituality of Imperfection. (Side note: it doesn’t indicate it clearly in the title or book jacket that it has a significant emphasis on AA, but the assumption seems to be that the people who are reading it will be AA members, which I am not.)

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A Tale of the Latter-Day Hwicce


They say there was once a woman who went to live with the wolves.

I don't why she did that. Maybe things were bad at home. Maybe it was a time of hunger. Maybe she fell in love.

Here's what I know. Some time after, a hunter comes across a she-wolf laying in the sun outside a wolves' den, and she's suckling two bairns: twin boys, they were. So he kills the she-wolf and takes the boys home.

(No, I don't think it was the mother that he killed, shape-shifted. I think she was probably kin to the boys' father, a sister, maybe: wolves do that, you know, take care of one another's young. Maybe the mother was dead. Leastways, she didn't come after them, as you might have expected.)

Well, he raises those boys himself, that hunter, and don't they grow up to be fine hunters too, men of meat, the both of them.

That's where Wolf Clan comes from, of course.

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Looking for New Love: A New Moon Candle Spell
If you are “lookin’ for love” and feel like you need the physical release of sex, perform this spell and you will find a lover quickly. This ritual should be performed on the first new moon night for the greatest power. Gather up these supplies:
  • 2 pieces of rose quartz
  • 2 red candles
Take the pieces of rose quartz and place them on the floor in the center of your bedroom. Light both red candles and use this affirming chant twice:
Beautiful crystal I hold this night,
flame with love for my delight.
Goddess of Love, I ask of you guide me in the path that is true.
Harm to none as love comes to me.
This I ask and so it shall be.
Now, make yourself ready!
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 5 Common Myths About Whitetail Fawns - NDA


Hey, did I ever tell you that we're Deer Clan on my father's side? Sure, and we've got the build to prove it.

Time was, pretty much all of our people acknowledged our kinship with the animals. You know the story: the hunter goes out, meets the animal wife in human form, marries her. According to the stories, in the end she pretty much always goes back to her own people, but not without leaving some children behind, which is where the whole clan system comes from in the first place. Remind me to tell you the story of the Deer Wife some time.

(Sometimes, of course, it's the other way around. As Bear Clan tells it, it was their foremother who married Bear.)

Oh, I know what you're thinking: he's making all this up. I mean, when's the last time that you heard a white guy say something like: We're Deer Clan on my father's side?

In fact, I'm not making all this up—I'll get to that in a moment—but first let me ask a question in return: What has gone so wrong that when a white guy says something like, We're Deer Clan on my father's side, our automatic reaction is: No way? Doesn't it seem like maybe it's time to start doing something about that? After all, the kinship is still there, even if we've forgotten about it.

I grew up hearing jokes in my father's family about how we must be Deer Clan. In fact, some us on that side do hail from the old Cornovii hunting runs in what's now Shropshire and Staffordshire. (While the name's original meaning may not have been “People of the Horned One,” as some have suggested, it clearly had something to do with “horns”; on that, all the authorities agree.) Back when the Cornovii lived just to the north of the Dobunni, the original Tribe of Witches—I have to imagine that there was a certain amount of intermarriage between the two—they had a reputation for being crack hunters. Others lived off of their barley, or their cattle, but the Cornovii hunted.

Not, of course, that that has anything to do with it. Nor were any of the men in my family hunters. It was just an understood thing that, in our family, we had a thing about deer. Certainly they came up in conversation frequently. In any given family gathering of any given duration, someone was bound to mention deer. It was just something that happened.

Certainly the men in my family (some of the women, too) are built like deer: sinewy, lean, with a certain cervine grace to us; with our long legs, we can run like deer when we've a mind to, as well. (One of my father's nicknames for me, growing up, was “Running Deer.” Himself he humorously referred to as “Sitting Deer.” It took me years to get the joke.) There's always been a certain natural equivalency between deer body and human body: we're about the same size, we weigh roughly the same.

Throughout my entire adult life, my heart-god has been the Antlered, god of the ancestors. I suppose, under the circumstances, that I come by my priesthood honestly.

Once our people remembered that we were kin to the animals, and reckoned our clanships accordingly. Ever since we've forgotten that fact, things have gone to the bad. The sooner we start remembering again, I say, the better.

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Witch Crafts

Light My Fire: DIY Massage Candles

Making massage candles is very similar to making any other type of potted candle. I recommend using soy wax as it is so gentle on the skin. Soy is also nice and soft, so it melts easily and stays together in a puddle after melting and can be reused for us thrifty crafters. It won’t irritate your skin unless you have a soy allergy; if you have an allergy to soy, you can use beeswax instead, which is widely used. (For example, beeswax is in nearly every single Burt’s Bees product.) The addition of the oils prevents it from hardening again and enables your skin to absorb it. Essential oils or cosmetic-grade fragrance oils are also added to create a soothing atmosphere. All soap-making fragrances, which are also soy candle safe, are perfect choices for scenting your massage candles. Try the basic directions below to make your first candle. For every three ounces of wax, you’ll add one ounce of liquid oil and one-quarter ounce of fragrance. I suggest making two candles in four-ounce metal tins while you master this craft.

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 New This Year from Black Mountain Seeds:


The Legendary Abramelon (Cucumis melo wormsiensis)

Black Mountain Seeds is proud to offer, for the first time, a treasured heirloom variety melon, long thought lost: the famed Abramelon.

A favorite of early Renaissance Ceremonialists and Kabalists, the variety is thought to have originated in 15th century Germany; recent genetic studies suggest that it may have been first developed in the Middle East or North Africa, possibly Egypt.

Perfectly spherical in shape, about the size of a man's head or a little larger, the Abramelon is characterized by tender, succulent flesh striated with yellow ocher, russet, and olive. While not very sweet, it has a complex, spicy flavor with overtones of cinnamon and citrus.

Often pickled, the Abramelon takes a great deal of cultivation, but—adepts agree—is well worth the effort.

Give the Abramelon a try. You'll thank your Holy Guardian Angel that you did!

From germination to table: 180 days (but worth the wait).

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