thestarrywisdom:

spiritroots:

resonance-of-libra:

raven-conspiracy:

magicianmew:

ei-lena:

magicianmew:

a-magpie-witchling:

naomi121406:

a-magpie-witchling:

HATCHLINGS, WHAT’S MAMA MAGPIE’S MANTRA!?
WITCHCRAFT REQUIRES NOTHING! NOTHING NOTHING EXCEPT YOU!
Turn off and clean your phone. Use the screen as an obsidian scrying mirror!

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AAAAAND I have black pages (can be painted, mines are glued black paper) of my grimoire covered in contact paper (to make them shiny) and BOOM portable scrying mirror in your grimoire. I also plan on making a star map? To star scry in my mermaid grimoire too.

Be crafty folks, be crafty ❤👌

BAM! RESOURCEFULNESS, MOFOS!

Just water in a dark bowl, guys.

Or paint one side of a picture frame glass black, then when you turn it over the unpainted side is a black mirror.

Use a candle flame.

Or tea leaves in your cup. Can’t afford fancy loose tea? Cut open your cheap Lipton tea bag you swiped from a diner and just use that.

Scrying is one of the easiest forms of magic to DIY!

You definitely don’t need fancy, expensive scrying mirrors or crystals in order to scry! If you want them, that’s cool and you should spend your discretionary budget however you choose, but it’s not remotely necessary! 

I’ve got a $60 obsidian sphere these days because it’s beautiful and I love it to bits, but my first dedicated scrying tool was a $0.99 picture frame from walmart with black paint on the back of the glass. Before I had THAT I used a candle flame. All the suggestions above work, plus you can use the reflection of your own pupils in your bathroom mirror, a shard of a broken beer bottle you found on the side of the road, a stone in a ring, nail polish on your thumb. You literally just need a point to focus your vision on while you drop into trance. Reflective surfaces seem to work best in general with a few exceptions like fire-scrying, and people frequently find that dark reflective surfaces are preferable to light ones, but the only actual requirements for scrying is “a point upon which to focus your physical vision” and “the ability to drop into a trance state”. Heck, stare at a spot on your ceiling if you want, it can work. 

Honestly, my personal absolute favorite is… water in a dark bowl.

I got a black bowl at Family Dollar for a couple bucks. It is far and away my favorite scrying method.

I have a DIY black mirror that looks fancy (I inherited a nice turn-of-the-last-century frame). I have a little glass orb. But nah. I like water in my discount store black bowl.

It doesn’t have to be dark.

People scry by staring at walls and ceilings. By staring at trees.

Stare into a natural body of water under a New Moon if you wanna really get rekt.

Or gaze into your own eyes in the mirror for like 10+ minutes and tell me you don’t learn something about yourself.

This is shocking…. scrying is the least expensive form of divination I know!

You can scry in a bowl of water (free), smoke (free, potentially), fire (candle cost money, but can be super cheap), leaves (free and yes, leaf scrying is a thing), stars (free), and more. It’s literally just staring at patterns or reflective surfaces (ideally natural ones) and then going into a trance from that where you get the visions. Nature is free! Scrying is free!!

I personally use an obsidian sphere, but it only cost me $10… that’s not super expensive fam.

if you want the physical experience of glass + hand, turn your phone screen off and reflect some kind of single-pointed light in it

if you want something you can put in a frame (the painted glass method always bugged me because i could see the paint texture no matter what i did) go to Home Depot’s welding department, get a replacement welder’s mask glass for 5-10$. (as a bonus, if it’s a #14 or darker plate, it can be used to safely view eclipses)

gallusrostromegalus:

gallusrostromegalus:

Someone in the Fort Collins Area owes me an explanation

So, I’m up at my parent’s house to return the power tools I borrowed and say hi, and I’m out walking the dogs. Got a leash in each hand, dual-weilding doggos. It’s a bit tricky but they’re used to this and don’t tangle as much and I’m the only person with good enough knees to stop them when they see snackable wildlife.

Anyway, we’re on the North end of the Poudre River trail, by overland, you know where that long bridge is? And I’m disposing of dog waste right before the bridge like a responsible adult when I hear what sounds like an ice cream truck playing “Yankee Doodle” at roughly five times the speed it’s normally played at and see the following:

There is a gentleman rapidly approaching our location who is also dual-weilding doggos, but in his case he’s got a pair of malamutes barreling down the trail at full Iditarod speed, clearly having the time of their lives. They’re hauling thier human behind them, whom I will describe from the top down:

He’s wearing a helmet, which is the only sensible thing going on here. He also has a magnificent handlebar mustache that is flapping joyously in the unusual October rain. He’s wearing a full body Spandex suit of such intensely clashing colors that is physically hurt to look at, but most importantly

He is riding

A unicycle.

It’s not a normal unicycle either this gentleman is towering over us mortals in an unreasonably massive unicycle, like he’d lost the back end of a penny farthing and decided that was an acceptable means of transportation. I see a device attached to the seat that looks like a pedal-powered music box which explains why my ears are being assaulted with the speed core rendition of Yankee Fucking Doodle. I do not see brakes.

I realize I have half a second to grab my own dogs before they decide to join or topple this strange Traveller from wherever Dr.Seuss books are set. I gather each animal under my arms and stand there with a collective hundred pounds of writhing canine under my armpits as the malamutes pick of speed and as they pass the gentleman cheerfully bellows something at me that I don’t hear because Arwen has already partially broken my hold and is attempting to climb on my head, presumably to launch herself at him.

And then he is gone.

We stand there, staring bewildered in the direction of his last known trajectory, listening as speedcore Yankee Doodle fades into the distance. Even after it is gone I still wait, because the trail ends in half a mile from here and I expect to here a crash, possibly even see a fire explosion. But nothing comes, only the sound of October rain and confused dogs.

So if you know of this gentleman and if he’s still alive/on the material plane, can you ask him something for me?

How the hell does he STOP?

So I posted this roughly 24 hours ago and there are many things we need to cover:

1. Speculation on WHO:

Apparently, a great many people in FoCo have seen this gentleman or someone very much like him! So far people have peculated that The Gentleman I saw has been:

• Someone’s TA
• Someone’s Uncle
• A member of FoCos SECRET CLOWN SCHOOL, which apparently exists. (worrisome)
• A member of the Wild Hunt (equally worrisome)
• An escaped Boulderite (Also worrisome, he may not be vaccinated)
• God
• The Devil
• Mike Tierney, Professional Trick Unicylist from Aspen CO, and while he’s a cool dude with excellent facial hair, it’s not him.  The Gentleman was much younger and has a reddish-brown handlebar.
• “Oh shit, that guy?  Hangs around campus??  I know who you’re talking about tho.”
• The spirit that had been previously trapped inside the Elizabeth St. IHOP but is now freed with it’s closure (most likely)

I am no closer to solving this, but I am glad that I probably didn’t hallucinate this encounter.

2. Speculation as to HOW HE STOPS:

A number of tumblr unicyclists have come in to try to explain to me how unicycles work, but since the exact mechanics of the device are uncertain, possibilites include:

• Just stopping pedaling
• Secret hiden brakes
• You Stop By Falling Off It, maybe the dogs act like airbags? (not reccomended but most likely)
• He Does Not Stop, he just keeps pedalling through dimensional rifts (also a strong possibility)

Conclusion: i don’t know enough about Unicycles to speculate on this

3. Yes, The Arwen mentioned in this story is Also That Arwen.  She is doing well and will be celebrating her ninth birthday this november. It amuses me to be caleld “Arwen’s Human”… becuase he’s not my dog, she’s very much my mother’s dog. I just watch her sometimes.

4. Since y’all seem to like Colorado Cryptids, I’ve que’d up “The Headless Horseman” For my Halloween post.

cumaeansibyl:

silvermoonphantom:

lady-feral:

mrozna:

hawkeyedflame:

biphobicerasurer:

hawkeyedflame:

t-i-a-r-n-a-c-a-p-a-i-l-l:

If you’re one of those people who thinks executive dysfunction only happens for things we don’t like (school, cleaning,) then please consider the fact that I’ve been meaning to plug my phone in for 20 minutes and I’m now at 2% and still putting it off to write this post ¯_(ツ)_/¯

My anime/video game list consists of over 100 titles, easily, and yet I almost never get around to watching/playing any of them.

Executive dysfunction is not just for boring or unenjoyable things. It’s for everything. Even eating.

What is executive dysfunction? O.o

Put simply, it’s difficulty/inability with initiating tasks. The prefrontal cortex is responsible for executive functions, like decision-making and impulse control. People with ADHD and other neurological disorders that affect the prefrontal cortex often experience difficulty making decisions and performing tasks, as well as exercising self restraint. Part of why people with ADHD tend to procrastinate so badly is out of genuine inability to begin tasks, even if they’re very important.

It feels, for me at least, like I’m constantly waiting for something and I can’t start X task because I’m waiting. I never know what exactly I’m waiting for, but that doesn’t stop me from wasting hours and days not doing the things I need to do, even if I have a desire to do them.

It feels, for me at least, like I’m constantly waiting for something and I can’t start X task because I’m waiting. I never know what exactly I’m waiting for, but that doesn’t stop me from wasting hours and days not doing the things I need to do, even if I have a desire to do them.

Oh thank god, someone put it into words.

For me it’s also waiting for the “right” time to come to complete the task because for some reason my brain thinks doing the task at any other time is horribly, horribly wrong, weird, and out of order. The “right” time might come eventually, might not. It’s a lottery.

Yeah.  This.

Y’all make it sound so deep but tbh to me it feels like tapping on the ‘Do the dishes’ button but a screen pops up saying ‘you must be lvl 27 to do this activity’ and I’m like ‘well shit I’m only lvl 26 so I guess I’ll just dick around until my exp goes up 

And then next time I tap ‘do the dishes’ it demands I’m lvl 28 and by that time it’s getting a bit moldy and I’m just staring furiously at this pile of dishes, slapping the ‘Do the Dishes’ button to no avail. The stars aren’t in position. 

The stars are never in position.

sometimes there’s a Just Fucking Do It special move available but it depletes your entire power bar and the recharge speed is completely unpredictable

millennial-review:

scienceshenanigans:

Good afternoon, the academic culture of “if you’re not overworking, you don’t deserve success” is unhealthy.