Where are those woke white people at!?
“I welcome spirits on this darkened night, to fill this home with thy voice and sight.”
Add a drop of both Frankincense and Myrrh oil to the candle and rub all over/annoint (Try to avoid the wick as it might be hard to light when wet)
” Let this Frankincense & myrrh hinder malicious spirits or those with intentions blurred.”
Do the same with the lavender oil.
“Let this lavender relax, make tranquil and bring spirits a sense of calm.”
Finally light the candle.
“Then let you be on your way by the crack of dawn or when the flame of this candle is put out and gone.”
Burn the candle all night or as long as you wish for the spirits to be at your home. Be a good host, be polite, have offerings of red wine or candy for those that may come.
Ditto knows he aint living
the face of a blob who has accepted his fate
I need someone to make it so the caption reads “Well, shit”
ask and you shall receive
Hundreds of protesters, primarily Lakota and Dakota from Native American reservations within a several-hundred-mile radius, convened over the weekend at the edge of the Standing Rock reservation in North Dakota to voice their anger.
A possible spill, which can occur with pipelines, would mean contaminating farmland and drinking water for millions.
After a series of tense interactions with North Dakota state police on Monday, the protesters succeeded in temporarily halting the beginning stages of construction.
this is really fucking important
I’m growing up so fast.
It’s up to 3 now.
“Why do you call him the Devil?” they asked.
“Because the morality you are presupposing by asking me that question does not exist in the old covenants of the witches, or in wild nature. He-she-they wanders drumming to ancient bones and singing flesh up from the well of our ancestors. The Devil is not a name, it is an idea, a powerful idea that reminds me that the culture we would try to appease by saying we do not dance with the Devil is the sick and evil one. The world is full of lies.”
“So you don’t like Christianity at all?”
“It’s not Christianity, or Christ; it’s the Church, it’s the doctrine of Original Sin, it’s an institution that says more than half of our species can’t be priests, that says I must confess my carnal realities to absolve them, that rapes the land and steals children… I trust the wise serpent who told me that Yahweh was lying.”
I offered an apple from the fruit-bowl between us and noticed the look of terror in their azure eyes.
“Eve ate of this and saw the truth… that the world around her, the walled-in prison that Yahweh had called paradise, was a lie… and then She had eyes to see, and walked into the wilderness…”
“There are no gates to Paradise,” we whispered together.
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