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Deity work - The Dragon King

The Dragon King rules over the seas and waterways. He is the guardian of the oceans, he controls the weather, protects sailors, and maintains balance in nature. He is also revered in folklore for aiding legendary heroes and guiding mortals with his deep knowledge. His presence symbolizes strength, protection, and harmony with the natural world. Call upon the Dragon King when you make spells with water.

The Tale of the Dragon King’s Wrath and Mercy

Beneath the sea, in a palace grand,

The Dragon King ruled with a mighty hand.

Coral walls and a pearl-lit throne,

A kingdom vast, his power shown.

One fateful day, the skies turned gray,

A wicked sorcerer came to prey.

He sought to bind the waters deep,

To twist their course, their treasures keep.

With a roar that shook both earth and sea,

The Dragon King rose in majesty.

His golden scales caught the fleeting sun,

A battle fierce had just begun.

The sorcerer cast his darkest spell,

Summoning shadows from ocean’s well.

But the Dragon King, with wisdom vast,

Called the currents, swift and fast.

The waves arose, a towering force,

Breaking the spell and its cursed course.

With claws of thunder and breath of flame,

The Dragon King triumphed, restoring his name.

Yet mercy dwelled within his reign,

The sorcerer, spared, was shown his pain.

“Repent,” said the King, “and harm no more,

Or face the wrath of the ocean’s roar.”

The seas grew calm, the skies turned blue,

A balance restored, both strong and true.

This Dragon King’s tale, both fierce and kind,

Speaks of justice, mercy, and a ruler’s mind.

Hymn to the Dragon King

Oh mighty Dragon King divine,

Ruler of oceans, where stars and waves entwine.

From depths profound to the river’s edge,

Your power flows as a timeless pledge.

Guardian of waters, calm and fierce,

Your gaze the storms and darkness pierce.

When tempests rise and chaos looms,

Your roar restores the world’s lost tune.

In coral halls and jade-lit seas,

You reign with wisdom, firm decrees.

The tides obey your noble call,

Their ebb and surge uphold us all.

From ancient myths, your tale unfolds,

Of justice wrought and valor bold.

You smote the fiends who sought to harm,

With scales of light and claws that disarm.

Protector of sailors, keeper of rain,

You bless the fields and ease the pain.

Through streams and rivers, your essence flows,

Bringing life where harmony grows.

Oh, sovereign dragon of endless might,

Guide us through darkness, bring forth the light.

With reverence deep, we sing your name,

Dragon King, eternal, your glory we proclaim.

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aurorawitch · 8 days ago

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Do witches have the power to change destiny?

Sometimes, a peek through a hole in an old house wall can reveal more than you were ever meant to see—secrets, whispers, and maybe even love magic.

A Chain for a Heart

(The story is based on real events.)

I hadn’t thought about that old house in years. But last night, as I lay awake in my city apartment, I caught a whiff of something—maybe rosemary or sage—and suddenly, I was ten years old again, peering through a hole in the wall, watching a witch make love magic.

We lived in half of a house. The other half belonged to Old Miss Gertrude. She was no ordinary old woman; she was the kind that made people cross the street when they saw her coming. Some folks swore she could heal warts, others whispered that she could make them grow.

My mother warned me to stay away from her side of the house. But curiosity is a hard thing to fight when you're a boy with too much time and an old wall full of holes.

One evening, I pressed my eye to one of those holes and saw something strange. A young woman had come to visit Miss Gertrude. I knew her—Eliza Harlow. She was pretty, with hair the color of ripe wheat and a nervous way of twisting her hands. She was talking fast, her voice shaking.

"Please," she said. "I need him to love me."

Miss Gertrude didn't answer right away. She just held out her palm. Eliza hesitated, then reached up and unclasped a gold chain from around her neck. She placed it in the old woman’s wrinkled hand.

Miss Gertrude tucked the chain into her apron pocket and turned to the hearth. A black kettle sat over the fire, steam curling from its spout. She plucked leaves and powders from little jars and tossed them into the boiling water. Then she began to murmur in a language I didn’t understand.

The kettle shuddered, and the water inside churned like a stormy sea. The lid rattled, then suddenly—bang!—it flew into the air. Something rose out of the bubbling water, something dark and quick, twisting like smoke before disappearing up the chimney.

Eliza gasped. "Will it work?" she whispered.

Miss Gertrude gave a small, knowing smile. "You'll see, child. You'll see."

I didn’t tell anyone what I’d seen. Who would believe me? And what did it matter?

Until, a month later, the village threw a wedding. Eliza Harlow married the new head of the Culture Club, a man who had only arrived in town that spring. He had barely noticed Eliza before, but now he couldn't take his eyes off her. People called it a perfect match.

I never looked through that hole in the wall again.

Now, decades later, I wonder if what I saw was real, or if my childhood imagination had filled in the blanks. But sometimes, when I catch the scent of certain herbs, I think of Eliza’s wedding day and the way the kettle’s lid had flown into the air.

And I wonder—what did Miss Gertrude send up that chimney? And where did it go?

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aurorawitch · 8 days ago

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Burning Salt Energy Cleansing

The hot salt method is highly effective for energy cleansing because salt absorbs negativity, and high heat purifies and destroys it.

Salt is a natural purifier, it absorbs negative energy, psychic residue, and external influences from the person who sleeps with it under their pillow. Intense heat "activates" the salt, forcing it to remove the energies it has absorbed.

Unlike simply discarding the salt, heating ensures that the absorbed energies are neutralized and cannot return. The negativity is burned away, leaving nothing behind.

You will need:

A handful of salt (preferably coarse, natural salt)

A cloth sack or a clean, new sock

A frying pan or skillet

Steps:

Prepare the Salt: Place a handful of salt into the cloth sack or sock. Tie it securely so it does not spill.

Sleeping: Place the salt pouch under your pillow before sleeping. As you rest, the salt will absorb negative energy, unwanted influences, or magical effects affecting you.

Heating the Salt: Next day, remove the salt pouch and empty the salt into a dry frying pan. Heat it over high heat, stirring gently. As it heats, recite the cleansing chant and focus on the intent that all negativity is being burned away.

Be careful because the pan and salt will get very hot.

Disposal: Once the salt has been thoroughly heated and darkened, dispose of it by burying it in the earth, throwing it into running water (toilet).

Choosing the Right Pan for the Spell

The pan you use for heating the salt is important because it must withstand high temperatures without releasing harmful substances. Here’s what you need to know:

Avoid Nonstick Pans: Nonstick coatings (such as Teflon) can break down under high heat, releasing fumes and chemicals that may be harmful.

Use a Heat-Resistant Pan: Choose a pan made of cast iron, stainless steel, or carbon steel. These materials can withstand intense heat without damage and allow the salt to heat properly.

Heating Process: The pan should be dry and clean before use. Heat it gradually to avoid cracking or warping.

The chant:

Salt on fire, I temper and seal, calling the strength of earth and flame,

With will and power, I guide its force, cleansing (name) by earth and fire’s name.

Salt and earth with fire unite, burning bright with purging might.

By my word and flame’s decree, salt takes from (name) what must be free:

Strange words spoken, deeds ill-willed, envy, hatred, curses filled,

Hexes woven, bindings tight, poisoned whispers, stolen light.

What was taken, cast or thrown, what by accident was known,

What was turned, returned in woe, what was bound in fate’s dark flow,

Named or nameless, all undone—salt and fire claim each one.

Salt and earth now take away, leave no trace, no mark, no stay.

What is burned, let fire consume; what is taken, earth entombs.

As the earth does not turn back, so these burdens leave no track.

So it is, so it shall be!

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aurorawitch · 8 days ago

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Some people dismiss amulets as superstition. But if you’ve ever crossed paths with something truly dark, you know better. You don’t wait until it’s too late—you wear protection always.

This is what happens when you don’t.

The House That Vanished

(Based on true events of witchcraft.)

During a difficult time, medical volunteers were urgently needed in a struggling rural town in the Midwest. Supplies were scarce, and experienced professionals were in short supply. Our team of six doctors and nurses, all from various parts of the country, arrived in early March, ready to help.

The town was still relatively easy to access, and we crossed the state border without much hassle. For safety reasons, however, we weren’t housed in the main town where we worked, but rather in a small village about twenty-five miles away. Each morning, one team would be driven to the clinic while the other rested. Our shifts were grueling—thirteen to fourteen hours a day—but we had no complaints.

The village itself was quiet, almost forgotten by time. When we first arrived late at night, we barely had a chance to look around before being taken to our assigned homes. I was housed with my colleagues, Natalie and Grace, in a small but cozy cottage owned by an elderly woman named Mrs. Ellen. She was about seventy-five, frail but sharp, and she agreed to house us in exchange for a modest fee. Our stay also included breakfast, dinner, and the luxury of a hot bath every night.

For the first five days, everything went according to plan. We worked exhausting shifts, returned past midnight, bathed, ate, and collapsed into bed. Our days off were spent catching up on much-needed sleep. The other half of our medical team was staying further down the same road, in another house, following the same schedule.

On the eighth night, something changed.

I woke up to the sound of terrified screams. My heart pounded as I sat up and saw Natalie and Grace huddled together on the other bed, clutching each other, their eyes wide with pure horror.

“What’s going on?” I demanded, rushing over.

Neither of them answered at first. They just pointed at the far wall.

I followed their gaze. Nothing but an old rug and a dusty clock hanging above it.

“What are you screaming about?” I asked, still groggy.

“Didn’t you see it?” Grace gasped.

“See what?”

“There was… something crawling on the wall,” Natalie whispered, her voice shaking. “Not a man. Not a woman. Something else.”

I frowned. “You’re exhausted. You probably had a nightmare—”

“I know what I saw,” she cut me off. “Its eyes… they glowed blue. Like headlights in the dark.”

A chill ran down my spine.

Still, I tried to be rational. “You’ve been working too hard. Come on, let’s step outside, get some air.”

They hesitated but eventually nodded. We tiptoed past Mrs. Ellen’s room, where I peeked inside. She was sound asleep, undisturbed by the commotion. That, more than anything, unsettled me.

Outside, we lit cigarettes with shaky hands. The cold air felt grounding.

“Maybe it was a trick of the light,” I suggested, watching their pale faces.

Neither of them responded, but I could tell—they believed what they saw.

When we returned inside, Mrs. Ellen was already awake, sitting in the kitchen, sipping tea.

“I thought I heard a ruckus,” she said, glancing at us over her cup. “Something the matter?”

Natalie and Grace hesitated. I sighed. “They thought they saw something,” I admitted. “Something crawling on the wall.”

Mrs. Ellen’s faded blue eyes locked onto mine. “And you?” she asked.

“I was asleep,” I said, shrugging. “I didn’t see a thing.”

Her gaze lingered on me for a long moment before she turned back to her tea.

Four days later, something worse happened.

That morning, we were back on duty in town. Everything felt normal—until Grace walked into my ward, looking deathly pale.

“I don’t feel right,” she murmured.

I placed my hand on her forehead. She was burning up. When I checked her temperature, my stomach twisted—103.6°F.

I immediately suspected an infection. We rushed her to the main clinic, where I found Natalie already in a bed, covered in angry red welts. Her fever was even worse—104°F.

My mind raced. A viral outbreak? A severe allergic reaction?

I rushed around, gathering supplies, preparing for tests. We needed antibiotics, IV fluids, blood work—

Then, without explanation, both of them began to recover.

By afternoon, Grace’s fever had vanished. Her skin had returned to its normal color. Natalie, once covered in welts, now had clear skin and a normal pulse. Within hours, both were completely fine.

No one could explain it.

Later that night, as I helped them settle back into bed, I saw Mrs. Ellen standing in the hallway, watching us with a knowing expression.

“Strange, isn’t it?” she murmured.

I met her gaze. “What is?”

“How some people can see things,” she said softly. “And others… can’t.”

She turned and disappeared into her room.

I didn’t sleep that night.

There was no time to dwell on what had happened—work kept me busy.

During lunch, Aunt Martha—the cleaning lady—rushed in and said, “Give me the girls’ laundry. I’ll wash it at home in my machine. You don’t need to lug water back and forth in that village.”

“Thank you! That’d be a huge help.”

I handed her a small bag of their clothes. Since the clothes were bulky, we decided to split them into two bags. As we started turning everything inside out, I suddenly yanked my hand back in pain. Something had pricked my finger.

I examined the garment—Grace’s sweater. Inside the collar, tucked into a stitched seam, was a small, rusty needle.

“What the hell?” I muttered. “How did this get here?”

Aunt Martha took one look at the needle, grabbed it from me, held it over an alcohol burner until it glowed red, then walked outside and threw it all the way into the hospital’s garbage bins.

Something in her expression unsettled me.

She turned back and started checking Natalie’s clothes. In the pocket of her pants, she found a clump of orange fur—not human.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Aunt Martha said, her voice laced with unease. “That old woman you’re staying with… she’s bad news. Are you sure no one’s been in your room?”

“No one that we know of. Our room doesn’t even lock.”

She sighed. “You need to get out of there. People will take you in—there must be other homes in that village.”

On edge, we decided to check my clothes too—just in case.

Inside my bag, we found a small bundle of feathers—looked like they came from a chicken’s chest—tied together with red string.

Aunt Martha and I stared at each other.

“Why didn’t it affect you?” she asked.

I had no answer. “Maybe it hasn’t had time to work?”

We made up our minds to move out, but work got in the way, and we kept putting it off. We didn’t mention anything to Mrs. Ellen. What if she wasn’t behind it?

Just to be sure, we casually asked her if anyone had visited while we were away. She said no.

Another week passed.

One night, we were on our way home when a male nurse hitched a ride with us. He and Natalie had a thing going on, and Grace had been flirting with our driver. I was the third wheel, so when we arrived, I got out while they stayed in the car, talking.

By the time I had showered, had tea, and changed into my pajamas, Mrs. Ellen was hovering near me.

“How was your day? How was the bath?” she asked.

She never showed this much interest in us before.

Then she asked, “Where are your friends?”

“They’ll be here soon.”

But as the minutes dragged on, I started to wonder. It had been over three hours. Where were they?

I grabbed my coat and went outside. The car was gone.

Had they decided to go for a late-night drive? Maybe.

I went back inside. Mrs. Ellen was still watching me.

Something about the way she looked at me made my skin crawl.

I decided to check on our colleagues who lived a few houses down. Maybe they had seen the girls.

When I walked in, there they were—Grace and Natalie—sitting on the couch, pale and shaken.

“What the hell?” I blurted. “I’ve been waiting for you! Where have you been?”

They looked up at me, wide-eyed.

“We couldn’t find the house.”

“What?”

“We got out of the car and… it wasn’t there,” Natalie whispered. “The other houses were in place. The alley was the same. But ours… it was gone.”

I stared at them.

“Are you drunk? Did the guys give you something?”

“No! We barely sat with them for twenty minutes. We got out, walked toward home, and… it wasn’t there.”

My mind reeled.

“Then how did I find it?” I asked.

They had no answer.

Just then, their landlady came out of her room, overhearing our conversation.

“Oh, that explains it,” she said, nodding. “Your landlady—she’s a witch. No one goes near her house. No one takes anything from her. I don’t know why they put you there. There are plenty of other homes.”

That was it. The girls refused to go back. They stayed the night with our colleagues.

I, however, had no choice. My things were still there.

I walked back into the house, looked Mrs. Ellen dead in the eye, and laid it all out—everything I knew.

She didn’t deny a thing.

She just sat there, resting her chin on her hand, listening with interest.

When I was done, she tilted her head slightly and said, almost to herself, “Strange. It worked on all of them… but not on you. Why not?”

Then she narrowed her eyes.

Her gaze flickered to my chest.

I instinctively touched my necklace.

A small, silver pendant of Ganesha hung from a chain around my neck. But what she couldn’t see—what no one could see—was the tiny steel capsule embedded in the back of the pendant.

A long time ago, in Rajasthan, an old man had given it to me as protection. He told me it was a Kali Kavach—a shield of the goddess Kali—meant to block any deadly curse. He had given me a new name, one I was never to know, and told me that as long as I wore this, no spell, no evil eye, no manipulation of fate would touch me.

I had never taken it off since.

Mrs. Ellen’s expression darkened.

“I don’t understand it,” she murmured. “I tried… but I can’t touch you.”

I stared at her, ice creeping into my veins.

And then I exploded.

I cussed her out in a way I didn’t even know I was capable of—long, elaborate, vicious. The kind of profanity that could make a sailor blush.

She just sat there, listening, tapping her fingers on the table.

Then, at the height of my furious rant, I yelled out a word I had never used before—something bizarre and old-fashioned. It rolled off my tongue with strange familiarity.

And just like that, I stopped.

A heavy silence filled the room.

Mrs. Ellen tilted her head again, looking at me with something almost like admiration.

Then, without another word, I turned and went to pack my bags.

She didn’t try to stop me.

Maybe she had realized something.

Maybe she knew—she had lost.

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Storm Protection Charm

Water collected during a thunderstorm is believed to hold immense protective and cleansing energy. Charged by the raw power of lightning and the booming voice of thunder, it is not just ordinary rain—it carries the essence of nature’s untamed force.

When a thunderstorm rages outside, with lightning flashing and thunder rolling, take a new scarf made of cotton or linen and a red woolen thread.

Step into the rain and let both the scarf and the thread soak through. Once the thread is thoroughly wet, wrap it around your left wrist three times while chanting:

"Storm and rain, conceal my way,

Shield me strong, both night and day.

Eyes that harm, tongues that lie,

Blind and silent, pass me by.

Thunder’s roar and lightning’s might,

Guard my soul, defend my sight.

So it is, and so shall be,

Storm’s embrace protecting me."

Tie the thread securely and wear it without removing it. When it eventually breaks, repeat the ritual with a new one.

You can also prepare multiple threads in advance—soaking them in storm rain, chanting over them, and letting them dry outside. Store them in a box until needed. The scarf, once dried under the open sky, should be carried with you for protection.

It's believed that clothes soaked in a thunderstorm and dried under the sky hold powerful protective energy. But once they are washed or ironed, their strength fades, and the soaking must be repeated.

A simple yet potent charm for shielding yourself from harm.

#witchcraft #witchblr #witchcr #spellcraft #spellcaster #spellwork #nature magic #protection spell

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Destiny Improvement Spell Through Rascette Lines

Understanding Rascette Lines

Rascette lines, commonly known as bracelet lines, are the horizontal creases on your wrist. In palmistry, they represent different aspects of life: health, wealth, power, success, luck. These lines store imprints of past actions and future potential, making them a powerful focal point for destiny-altering spells.

What You’ll Need:

A red candle (symbolizing transformation and progress)

Essential oil of your choice (myrrh, frankincense, cypress, eucalyptus, orange, lemon, grapefruit, bergamot)

Spell Instructions:

Light the red candle.

Apply a few drops of the essential oil to the rascette lines of your left hand (the receptive side, which absorbs energy).

Using your right hand, touch your rascette lines with your index and middle fingers, linking your will with your fate.

Chant the following incantation three times:

"Urd, Verdandi, Skuld—Great Weavers of Wyrd, I call upon you!

I call upon the Great Weavers of Destiny to help me,

To overcome my misfortune forever.

Let life whirl upon my palm,

Let the spark ignite, let happiness be born!

I speak and spell,

Driving away all evil from my fate:

Misfortune, sorrow, and deceitful masks,

Filthy curses and envious eyes,

The mark of loneliness, all obstacles and pitfalls,

The theft of luck, the robbery of destiny,

All works of dark lords and the sins of my kin.

Through my palm, through my fingers,

Leave my path, cruel cross of fate!

The Divine has willed a righteous life,

To grieve not in sorrow, to live in peace,

To know no misfortune, but to find happiness and fortune,

To never sell fate, but to warm the soul with love.

Let all dark forces turn away from me,

Let the wild, cruel winds of fate

Be calmed in my life forever.

May I be blessed with happiness,

Granted health and honor,

May luck fly to me on swift wings,

May destiny now soften toward me.

Let my roads be straight and smooth,

Let me pass through all trials and thresholds with ease.

With my fingers, I seal this work,

Calling luck, health, and happiness to me.

From this moment on, by my will and fate’s decree,

Let all lines and marks be broad and bold, not shallow and weak.

To all my spells, a key and a lock,

A shield against ill fate.

So be it. So be it. So be it."

Let the oil absorb into your skin and avoid washing it off immediately, allowing the energy to integrate.

Extinguish the candle carefully, but don’t blow it out—use a snuffer or pinch it. You can reuse this candle for future spells.

By working with your rascette lines, you imprint the energy onto your destiny, subtly shifting it toward a more favorable course. Repeat this spell every week, and observe the changes of the Rascette lines on your hand and changes unfolding in your life.

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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The Shuriken Runic Stave—a mystical ninja tool powered by ancient runes. One throw, and it slices through toxic ties, bad vibes, and energy drains like a flash of light. It’s not just a weapon; it’s a symbol of freedom, cutting away anything that holds you back. Only those who master their own energy can wield it—are you ready to Cut The Cords?

To be drawn on your body or amulet.

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Ways to Strengthen Your Magical Powers

4. Surround Yourself with High Vibes

The more you surround yourself with high vibes, the stronger and more resilient your energy becomes.

✨ Spend Time with Uplifting People – The energy of those around you can either lift you up or bring you down. Follow websites, social media pages, and YouTube channels that inspire rather than drain your energy. Avoid doom-scrolling and drama online. Choose to be around people who inspire, support, and bring out the best in you.

🎶 Listen to Music That Feels Good – Sound has a profound effect on our mood and energy. Choose music that makes you feel empowered and refreshed. Try different frequency sounds.

🔹 639 Hz – Harmonizing Relationships

Great for attracting love, strengthening relationships, and creating peace in interactions.

🔹 852 Hz – Awakening Intuition

A powerful frequency to activate the third eye, enhance awareness, and deepen spiritual connection.

🔹 963 Hz – Divine Connection

Known as the “God Frequency,” it aligns you with higher consciousness and universal wisdom.

🧹 Keep Your Space Clean and Bright – In the physical world, dirty and littered places attract worms and cockroaches. In the spiritual world, such environments attract astral parasites—negative entities that feed on stagnant, low-vibrational energy. Keep your home tidy, let in natural light, and add elements like fresh flowers, candles, or crystals to enhance the energy of your space.

#witchcraft #witchcr #spellcraft #spellwork #witchblr #witch life #inner strength #magical powers #witches

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Spell to Banish Graveyard Magic

A graveyard curse is one of the dangerous and lingering forms of magic, drawing power from the restless dead and the energies of the underworld. Unlike ordinary hexes, these curses are rooted in sorrow, decay, and unfinished souls, making them difficult to break. Those afflicted may experience relentless misfortune, unexplained illnesses, nightmares, or a sense of being followed by unseen forces. Some curses bind a spirit to the victim, draining their vitality or disturbing their peace.

To remove graveyard magic, call upon Hecate.

To be spoken 3 times at three-way crossroads (Hecate's dwelling place), after sunset.

Mighty Hecate, Keeper of the Veil,

By the torches that light the path between worlds,

By the names whispered in the dark,

By the oath of the living and the silence of the dead:

Let the spirit who has left its breath,

Remain in shadow, bound to its rest.

By earth, by stone, by root and bone,

To the grave, to the gate, return to your own.

Hecate rises, the restless fall back.

By the serpent’s coil, by the wolf’s track,

No shade shall cross where my feet tread.

No lost soul shall whisper in my head.

By the moon, by the storm, by the night’s decree,

So I speak, so mote it be.

Leave offerings for Hecate - a dog figure and bread topped with honey. After making the offering, walk away without looking back.

#graveyard #witchblr #witchcraft #curse breaking #spellcraft #witchcr #spellwork #incantations #hecate

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Mirror Protection Spell

This Mirror Protection Spell ensures that any negative energy directed toward you or your loved one is reflected away, with the strength of your ancestors guarding and guiding you.

What You’ll Need:

Two mirrors (small enough to conceal)

A photo of the person to be protected

A cloth or napkin for wrapping

Prepare the Mirrors and Photo

Place the mirrors facing outward with the reflective sides away from the photo.

Put the person’s photo between them. The photo will be between the back sides of the mirrors.

Chant Three Times:

Ancestors strong, hear my call,

Let no curse or shadow fall.

As mirrors shine, as light rebounds,

Turn the magic back around!

No harm shall touch, no spell shall stay,

Send it back and clear the way!

Seal and Conceal

Wrap the mirrors and photo in a cloth or napkin. Hide them somewhere safe and undisturbed.

Recharge Every Three Month

Repeat the spell to maintain protection.

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Ways to Strengthen Your Magical Powers

3. Charge your energy

Take a moment to connect with the limitless energy around you—the grounding strength of the Earth and the celestial light of the Sky. This technique will help you recharge, balance, and awaken your inner vitality.

Find Your Space

Step outside into the sunlight, moonlight, or near a tree. If you’re indoors, simply close your eyes and imagine yourself surrounded by nature. Stand, sit, or lie down comfortably, allowing yourself to settle into stillness.

Root into the Earth

Take a deep breath in. As you exhale, visualize aura from your feet (or your base, if sitting), extending deep into the Earth. Feel the warmth of its energy—strong, steady, and golden—rising up through your extended aura, flowing into your legs, your spine, your heart, and your head. Let it fill you with stability, strength, and nourishment.

Open to the Sky

Now, lift your focus upward. Imagine a stream of radiant light pouring down from the sky, entering through the crown of your head. This energy is pure and full of vitality and wisdom. As it flows downward, it meets the Earth’s energy in your heart, merging into a harmonious dance of grounding and expansion.

Balance and Breathe

With each inhale, draw in Earth’s power and the Sky’s clarity. With each exhale, release any tension, doubt, or heaviness. Let these energies circulate within you, filling every cell with vitality and peace.

Sealing the Connection

When you feel fully charged, visualize the energies settling gently inside you, balanced and strong. Slowly bring your awareness back to the present moment. Open your eyes, stretch, and carry this newfound energy with you.

You are now connected, grounded, and illuminated. Walk forward with renewed strength and clarity.

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aurorawitch · 9 days ago

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Love magic isn’t romance—it’s control. When emotions are forced, is it really love, or just a beautifully crafted illusion?

A Life Not Mine

(Based on real events.)

In a trendy downtown beauty salon, a young hairstylist named Sophie worked her magic. She was vibrant and ambitious, a small-town girl with big dreams. The place where she had grown up felt too small, too limiting. So, the moment she earned her cosmetology license, she packed her bags and set out to conquer the city.

"Sophie, you have golden hands," her boss, Marina Parker, often told her. "Real talent like yours is rare."

And it was true—clients flooded in, eager for her touch. Sophie could transform even the most hopeless cases into works of art.

With her slender frame, deep brown eyes, and warm, inviting smile, she naturally attracted attention. Men pursued her relentlessly, but she kept them at a distance. Marriage? A family? That wasn’t in her plans.

“You’ll settle down one day,” her mother sighed during their infrequent calls.

“Mom, I’m only twenty-two! I just want to enjoy my life for now,” Sophie laughed.

Then came the fateful evening, one rainy October night. She had just finished with her last client when the door swung open again.

A heavyset man in his forties stood in the doorway, dressed in an expensive but ill-fitted suit.

"Sorry, we're closing," Sophie began.

"Name’s Alexander Monroe," he interrupted smoothly. "I hear you work magic with hair. And I could really use some magic before an important meeting."

She hesitated but nodded. A client was a client.

After that night, Alexander started visiting the salon regularly. He asked her to dinner, sent flowers, even gifted her a pair of diamond earrings for her birthday—gifts she politely refused.

"I'm sorry, but I don’t date clients," she told him with a polite, tight-lipped smile.

Something about him—the way he watched her, the way he never quite took no for an answer—unsettled her.

Then came the moment she let her guard down.

“Just a coffee,” he suggested one evening. “Right here, in the salon.”

Sophie hesitated. He had worn her down with his persistence, and besides, it was just coffee.

“Fine. But make it quick,” she relented.

She took a sip.

The world blurred. Her mind clouded.

When the fog lifted, Sophie was no longer Sophie.

Fifteen years vanished like smoke. It was as if she had watched someone else’s life unfold—a whirlwind of a wedding, three children, a devoted husband, a home filled with routines and responsibilities. The ambitious young woman she had once been disappeared into the role of a perfect wife and mother.

She adored Alexander. Worshipped his controlling mother, Eleanor. Raised their children—Maddie, Connor, and little Annabelle.

The spell broke the day Eleanor died. The fog lifted, and Sophie saw the truth with horrifying clarity.

This wasn’t her life.

She didn’t love this man.

She had been made to love him.

“How could you do this?” she whispered, stuffing clothes into a suitcase. “How could you steal my life?”

Alexander stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. “My mother wanted me to be happy,” he admitted. “And you wouldn’t give me a chance.”

“You drugged me,” she said, her voice hollow. “You took my choices away.”

And with that, she walked out.

Now, at forty-two, Sophie lives alone in a quiet city, working at a different salon. She shares her apartment with her cat, Max. The kids sometimes message her on social media, but she never responds.

Because how can she face them?

They were born not out of love but out of someone else’s selfish will.

And some wounds don’t heal.

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aurorawitch · 10 days ago

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Selenite can amplify intentions, making it a powerful tool for manifestation and meditation.

Place it in your space: Keeps energy clear and harmonious.

Use it to cleanse other crystals: Simply lay other stones on a selenite plate or near a wand.

Meditate with it: Hold a piece to enhance spiritual awareness.

Create a protection grid: Place selenite in corners of a room for energy shielding.

Play frequency music near selenite for 10-15 minutes.

528 Hz – Love & Healing

Boosts harmony and transformation.

432 Hz – Natural Healing Frequency

Aligns with nature’s vibration, promoting balance and peace.

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aurorawitch · 10 days ago

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Ways to Strengthen Your Magical Powers

2. Work with the Elements

Nature is filled with energy, and the more you connect with it, the stronger your own energy becomes.

People who practice magic are deeply connected to nature and the elements. The earth, air, fire, and water are not just forces around them—they are part of their energy, their rituals, and their everyday lives.

A true practitioner understands that magic is about harmony with the natural world. They care for plants, knowing that greenery brings life and protection. They light candles to honor fire, feeling its warmth and transformation. They burn incense to let the wind carry their intentions. They listen to the rain, collect water under the moon, and understand that every drop holds energy.

Magic isn’t separate from nature—it is nature. When you work with the elements, you don’t just use them; you become one with them. The more you honor and respect these forces, the more they empower you in return.

Caring for plants is a beautiful way to strengthen your bond with nature. Water them with intention, speak to them, and notice how they respond to your energy. Keeping plants in your home invites fresh, vibrant energy into your space.

Using incense daily can help cleanse and shift energy. Light sage, sandalwood, or frankincense incense and let the smoke carry away negativity while filling your space with peaceful vibrations.

Candles represent the power of fire and transformation. Lighting a candle each day, even for a few moments, brings warmth, focus, and spiritual connection. Choose a color that matches your intention—white for purity, red for strength, or blue for calmness.

Making solar water is a simple yet powerful way to work with the sun’s energy. Place a jar of water in the sunlight for a few hours, letting it absorb the sun’s life-giving energy. Drink it, use it in rituals, or sprinkle it around your home to infuse your space with vitality and positivity.

When you honor and work with the elements daily, your energy becomes stronger, more balanced, and deeply connected to the natural world.

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