#Almanacs

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December 200 years ago.

The Franklin Almanac. Richmond, Va: Nathan Pollard [etc.]., 1824. 

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The Illustrated Women's Almanac Chicago 74 (1974)

Women's Almanac (wim' inz ôl' mə-næk'), n. [Armitage Press, Inc.], 1. a guide to local women's agencies, consumer hotlines, child care agencies, legal assistance, counseling and crisis centers, and many more services and resources. 2. a compendium of articles on women and cosmetics, day care, bank accounts & credit, employment, volunteerism, and more. 3. an answer magazine for women.

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

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The Great Sunrise

20.05.2023

David Cordero The Great Sadness

Kenji Kihara Ray of Hope (short ver.) Bubble Golden Rod and the Hairy Wookie Rmz 432 Hz Flickering Satellite Joseph Shabason Westmeath Sonna One Most Memorable Geotic Simplehearted

Slow Dancing Society By Your Side hissquiet Inextricably Bound Any Colour You Like Our Saturday Satellite Almanacs Green Cathedral Jogging House Fires HC Clifford Sails Polypores Slow Fruiting

Oneohtrix Point Never Ouroboros Nakayama Munetoshi pulse Matthew Bourne Somewhere I Have Never Travelled Motionfield Injection 7 Casino Versus Japan Hello You Stellardrone Cosmic Sunrise

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Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Calendar (Llewellyn's 2025 Calendars, Almanacs & Datebooks) Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Calendar (Llewellyn's 2025 Calendars, Almanacs & Datebooks) Contributor(s): Llewellyn (Author) , Mooney, Thorn (Contribution by) , Raedisch, Linda (Contribution by) , Weston, Brandon (Contribution by) , Herkes, Michael (Contribution by) , Dorsey, Lilith (Contribution by) , Woodward, Laurel (Contribution by) , Blake, Deborah (Contribution by) , Hedera, Via (Contribution by) , Kambos, James (Contribution by) , Cross, J Allen (Contribution by) , Gironés, Jaime (Contribution by) , Crosson, Monica (Contribution by) Publisher: Llewellyn Publications ISBN: 0738772011 Physical Info: 0.3" H x 11.9" L x 11.9" W (0.65 lbs) 28 pages As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Celebrate Earth's Energies with Magic for Every Month Liven up your practice and make a splash in the new year with this reliable source of magical inspiration. Featuring magnificent scratchboard art by Jennifer Hewitson and seasonal spells by passionate practitioners, this bestselling wall calendar has been the first choice for Witches and Pagans everywhere for more than twenty-five years. Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Calendar helps you make the most out of each day by providing the Moon's signs and phases, daily color correspondences, solar and lunar eclipses, lunar gardening tips, and Celtic tree months. It also offers information on planetary motions--such as retrogrades--and correspondence tables for working powerful magic. Includes US, Canadian, and Pagan holidays. January: Old Year's Funeral Thorn Mooney February: German Karneval Linda Raedisch March: Knot Magic Brandon Weston April: Venusian Glamour Bath Michael Herkes May: Beltane Blossoms Lilith Dorsey June: Sun-Charged Infusion Laurel Woodward July: Moon Garden Deborah Blake August: Bramble Spirits Via Hedera September: Mabon Abundance James Kambos October: Ghost Spray J. Allen Cross November: Día de Muertos Jamie Gironés December: Witches' Bells Monica Crosson Llewellyn's Witches' Calendar has been a go-to resource for Witches and Pagans since 1998. Contributor Bio:Llewellyn As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Contributor Bio:Mooney, Thorn Thorn Mooney is a Wiccan writer and academic who holds graduate degrees in both religious studies and English literature. Thorn writes and lectures about magic, new religious movements, and spirituality in the United States, and has been creating blogs and videos about witchcraft and Paganism through her popular online platforms for more than a decade. Thorn has been featured on NPR affiliate WFAE's Charlotte Talks, Anthony Padilla's popular YouTube series I spent a day with..., and has also served as an academic advisor on the National Endowment for the Humanities funded podcast Magic in the United States. Visit her at ThornTheWitch.com. Contributor Bio:Raedisch, Linda Linda Raedisch has been contributing crafts, recipes, and ethnobotanical lore to Llewellyn's Herbal Almanac since 2012. She is the author of The Old Magic of Christmas and The Lore of Old Elfland. Outside the kitchen, she has special interests in papercrafts, minority languages, and exploring the suburban jungle. You can follow her culinary, crafting, and linguistic adventures on Instagram @lindaraedisch. Contributor Bio:Weston, Brandon Brandon Weston (Fayetteville, AR) is a healer, writer, and folklorist who owns and operates Ozark Healing Traditions, an online collective of articles, lectures, and workshops focusing on the Ozark Mountain region. As a practicing folk healer, his work with clients includes everything from spiritual cleanses to house blessings. He comes from a long line of Ozark hillfolk and is also a folk herbalist, yarb doctor, and power doctor. His books include Ozark Folk Magic, Ozark Mountain Spell Book, and Granny Thornapple's Book of Charms. Visit him at OzarkHealing.com. Contributor Bio:Herkes, Michael Michael Herkes makes magic across the windy city of Chicago as a genderqueer author, astrologer, tarot reader, intuitive stylist, and glamour witch. After practicing privately for two decades, Michael stepped out of the broom closet and into the role of teacher--dedicating their energy to uplifting and mentoring others on using witchcraft for self-empowerment. Since then, they have authored multiple books and presented workshops across the United States on the art of witchcraft and glamour. Through this, they have made a name for themself as "The Glam Witch," known for their bubbly personality and eccentric flair for caftans, kimonos, the color pink...and powerful transformative magic. Focusing primarily on glamour magic, Michael's practice centers around magical aesthetics and adornment, using fashion and makeup to cultivate inner and outer makeovers--inspiring others to tap into their personal power and creativity to create positive change in their own lives and the world around them. For more information visit www.theglamwitch.com. Contributor Bio:Dorsey, Lilith Lilith Dorsey, MA, has focused their study and practice on Celtic, Afro-Caribbean, and Indigenous American spirituality. They are filmmaker of the experimental documentary Bodies of Water and choreographer/performer for jazz legend Dr. John's "Night Tripper" Voodoo Show. They have long been committed to providing accurate and respectful information about Magic and are proud to be a published Black author of such titles as Voodoo and African Traditional Religion; 55 Ways to Connect to Goddess; The African-American Ritual Cookbook; Love Magic; the bestselling Orishas, Goddesses and Voodoo Queens; and the award winning Water Magic. Visit them at LilithDorsey.com. Contributor Bio:Woodward, Laurel Laurel Woodward (Portland, OR) has been a witch for 20 years and is also a tarot reader. She has written for magazines and ezines on the subjects of healthy living, organic gardening, sustainable living, and the magick of tapping creative energy. Learn more at www.LiminalLandscapes.com. Contributor Bio:Blake, Deborah Deborah Blake is the author of seventeen books on modern Witchcraft, including The Eclectic Witch's Book of Shadows, The Little Book of Cat Magic, and Llewellyn's Little Book of Spellcraft, as well as the acclaimed Everyday Witch Tarot, Everyday Witch Oracle, and Everyday Witch's Familiars Oracle. She has also written three paranormal romance and urban fantasy series for Berkley, and as well as a cozy mystery series about a run-down pet rescue. Deborah lives in a 140-year-old farmhouse in upstate New York with numerous cats who supervise all her activities, both magical and mundane. She can be found at DeborahBlakeAuthor.com. Contributor Bio:Hedera, Via Via Hedera was born in Southern California, but currently lives in the Pacific Northwest on Salish territory, where she is a writer, folklore enthusiast, sculptor and practitioner of American folk witchcraft. Having grown up around the commonplace spiritual mysticism and superstitions of her large, diverse family and community, she dedicates her time to the study of folklore as it transmits across the land and between people. Wherever there is the merging of magic and connection between spirits, Via is sure to haunt. She is author of Folkloric American Witchcraft and the Multicultural Experience: A Crucible at the Crossroads and spends her time collecting American folklore, sculpting altar statuary, and dancing with the dead. Contributor Bio:Cross, J Allen J. Allen Cross (Oregon) is a practicing Folk Witch and paranormal investigator. He serves as psychic-medium and occult specialist on a well-known investigative team out of the Portland metro area. He enjoys working as a consultant for other teams and spiritual workers, exploring haunted and abandoned places, and writing about the paranormal. Contributor Bio:Gironés, Jaime Jaime Gironés (Mexico City) was born in 1989 and has followed the Wiccan path since he was 13 years old. He writes about spirituality, magic, minority religions, myths, and Witchcraft, focusing in Mexico and Latin America. He's also an international columnist of The Wild Hunt, a daily news site for Pagans, Heathens, Wiccans, Witches, and Polytheists. Contributor Bio:Crosson, Monica Monica Crosson (Concrete, Washington) is a Master Gardener who has taught gardening through her local Washington State University's extension office for more than twenty-five years. She has been a practicing Witch and educator for over thirty years and is a member of Evergreen Coven. Monica is the author of The Magickal Family and is a regular contributor to magazines such as Enchanted Living and Witchology. Visit her at AuthorMonicaCrosson.com.

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BRING. BACK. ALMANACS!

They're AMAZING. Basically, they would show everything you needed to know about every single day. Times of sunrise and sunset, times of the tides, the days of saints, holidays, the days of markets, festivals and fairs, fun facts about months, folklore, jokes etc. etc.

Some are still produced such as the Enkhuizer Almanak. Here are some fun example from history (these are all 18th and 19th century but Almanacs have been a thing from 1500 until nowadays! Although they were most popular between 1600 and 1900-ish);

This one for the English from 1842;

This one for the Flemish from 1773;

And this one for the Dutch from 1762;

BRING. BACK. ALMANACS. They're still being made, but they're not as common as they used to be and that's a pity.... :(

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Read an Almanac Month: Why do we have them, and why use them at all?

It’s Read an Almanac Month which means it’s time to dig into a little history. First up is a little practical knowledge on almanac usage. Almanacs have many usages, and while they may not be for everyone, they’re a good tool for anyone wanting information at their fingertips. What are their uses? Why do we use them at all? Who can benefit from using an Almanac? Let’s get into it. A…

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Space

Perhaps it’s not of this world.Perhaps it came with a God-forsaken meteor which burned up in the atmosphere upon entry.Flushed red with rage.Creating a crater in a field,worse, a garden tended with love.Much the same way you treat my heart. You turn up uninvited,a blazing ball of fire in free fall reaching terminal velocity,with gravity coming from an outstretched arm, devastation ensues,a deep…

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Mona Tougaard by Davit Giorgadze for The Travel Almanac October 2024

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Intrusive thoughts

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Almanac - Chapter 1

Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Masterpost Summary: Summoning extradimensional beings was never without a cost. Jason didn’t consider himself particularly knowledgeable when it came to magic, but that he knew. Desperate situations however called for desperate measures and the Justice League was desperate with Trigon suddenly allied to ghosts of all things. Summoning the Ghost King in that context even seemed like a sensible choice.

For better or worse John Constantine was the expert on those kinds of deals.

At least when his information wasn’t out of date.

Chapter 1 - September 23rd Fall Equinox

The summoning circle blazed in tall green flames. John grit his teeth against the terrible heat. Sweat ran down his brow, but he barely even dared blink. Across from him Zatanna was equally affected. This was like no summoning he’d ever done before. Normally the circle and the ingredients in a summoning ritual would do most of the work, that was the whole point. But this, John thought, as he doubled down on his hold on the magic, this was like riding a dragon. It was almost like the Ghost King really didn’t want to be summoned.

What else could cause this?

But they couldn’t give up, the fate of the world depended on it. Zatanna was not looking good, John didn’t suppose he himself was looking chipper either right now, but he had done things to increase his magic power Zatanna never had, because she was too good, and she was flagging. John growled, he’d be dammed a hundred more times if he lost her to this ritual.

Come on you bloody bastard!

A green rip opened in the middle of the circle with a terrible screeching sound. There was yelling and ears being covered behind him by the Justice League, but John couldn’t focus on that, it was not over. They were nearly there. A flickering dark shadowy form was getting sucked upwards through the rip. Wind rushed around the room, throwing papers and small objects around the room; The bucket of stag blood they’d used for the circle splattered onto Green Lantern judging by the sound of disgust. As long and tiresome as the ritual had been as suddenly it was over. Like an elastic band finally snapping, the shadow was pulled all the way through, the rip closed and the flames died.

“ ̵̨̜̩̜̖͈̺͈͎̜̩̻̖͔̗̺̳̘͈̳̖̩͂̄̏̇͂̂̃͒͌̊̓́̿̽̽̀̚͜ ̶̧̡̢̜̯̘͔̺̻̖͚͚͍̪̼͙̲̭͌͛̈́̈́̆̀͝N̵̢̢̧͓̩̱̮̰̪̘͙̹��̪̤̼̺̑̀̓̔̔̍̂̍͛̈̈́͋͛͆̆͌̌̃̀̄̕Ơ̵̡̱͕̬͕͎̞̞̟͔͇̽̀́̇̐̂͂́̈́̈́̾͜͠ͅ ̷̢͖̯̰̙̥̤͔̹̜̦̙͙̲̪̲̯̗̙̦͓̜̓̋̂͋͘̚͝ ̶̭̺̣̻͖͗̍̔͂ ̶̡̰̞̹͇͓̫̜͖͛́̀̒̃͆̀͑́̅̂͌̿͐̚͝͝.”

The word rung in the sudden silence like a bell, cracked like glaciers, skittered across their mortal senses like small needles. John fell to his knees clutching his chest. It was so cold it was hard to breathe. Teeth chattering he forced himself to look up. The shadow coalesced into something with too long limbs, too many joints, claws, teeth. It had gained a blazing white flame and underneath there were two pools of green.

It observed them with an intensity like a thousand eyes on them, then it drew in on itself, getting smaller until it was more person shaped and the cold disappeared.

John gasped in relief. He wasn’t the only one. He looked to Zatanna, she met his eyes with a pale and tense nod. She was alright.

“Aaaaargh!” The frustrated scream had them quickly focused back on the circle. The green pools, now more eye shaped glared back at them all.

“The fucking Justice League of course, who else would summon me to save the world?” The shadow for lack of better words paced back and forth in the air, then spun on John. “And you John Constantine should know better.”

There was a pool of dread in his stomach and every single backup plan vanished from his mind as those toxic green eyes held him trapped. “If you have a problem that calls for the assistance of a ghost, why do you not ask a ghost you know? Why in the Realms would you summon the Ghost King? Of all the bullheaded…” The angry words devolved into an angry growly mutter too low for anyone to hear the words, but it was a sound that grated in their bones. And the Ghost King resumed their pacing.

“Deadman is-“

“I’m talking about Phantom,” the king snapped.

“Phantom?” John repeated baffled, meeting the equally baffled eyes of Zatanna. The friendly spirit from small Amity Park? “No offense, your Majesty, but Phantom is small fry compared to this.”

“Full offense,” The King growled. “I am Phantom.”

With a bright flash, suddenly there was Phantom. The surprisingly human looking ghost, who would have fit in perfectly amongst the Justice League standing outside the circle with his white highlighted tight black suit and the logo on his chest. Right now his usually friendly face was drawn into a glare.

It was then, when it clicked with a small delay in his brain that Phantom was the Ghost King, that John Constantine realized how much he’d fucked up.

Oo o oO

Danny was livid. He had done his very best to resist this summoning, but of course summonings weren’t meant to be resisted and with John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara two of the Justice League Dark’s most powerful magic users being the ones reeling him in like a fucking fish, it was no wonder he hadn’t succeeded. This was a disaster. Why did they put him in this situation?

“We thought you were a city spirit…” Constantine trailed off helplessly.

And that had Danny gaping. They thought… how? why? He was confused, but most of all-

“Excuse me, did I introduce myself as Amity? No, I did not.”

Of all the stupid things to think. City spirits were some of the proudest ghosts around, to even think a city spirit would introduce themselves by anything other than their name was beyond moronic. And last he checked his hometown wasn’t called freaking Phantomville.

“We thought, since you never left the city-“ Zatanna cut herself off when Danny swiveled his glare on her.

“It. Is. My. Haunt,” Danny hissed enunciating each word clearly, the lights in the room flickered. “Did you not at all think it was weird that a city spirit-“ he made quotation marks around the words- “was visible to regular people?”

“We figured it was because of all the death magic in the air,” fucking Constantine said and Danny keened in despair. It was a sound just at the edge of human hearing, and most of them really couldn’t hear anything of it aside from a very high pitched tone that had the entire group flinching. Superman though, not only flinched but also took a step back covering his mouth, he looked sick.

“You could have asked, like normal people. What did I do to give you the impression you couldn’t just ask?” He dug his hands into his hair and tugged, doubled over and took a deep calming breath.

“Okay,” he forced his voice chipper, “so we’ve established you’re morons and now you’re all going to pay the price.”

There was a moment of silence as they all took that in and Danny’s eyes ran over their faces: Constantine, Zatanna, the big seven of the original Justice League and would you look at that Batman brought a bunch of his brood along, one of which was an actual child. Danny whimpered.

“I don’t really understand the problem,” the Flash stepped up to the circle in, well, a flash. “If you can help us then what does it matter that we summoned you instead of going to you?”

“It matters,” Danny said rubbing the bridge of his nose, “because you’ve gone and made it official. You didn’t ask small time ghost hero Phantom for help saving the world, you went and summoned the High King of the Infinite Realms.” He waved a hand allowing the green flaming crown to manifest over his head and the ring to appear on his right hand, the long starry night cape settled over his shoulders with a familiar weight like freshly fallen snow.

“The fact that I am one and the same is irrelevant. Intent is the most important thing in magic.”

“So we can just unsummon you?” The Flash suggested, looking from Danny to Constantine and Zatanna who both looked away.

Danny chuckled humorlessly. He touched a hand to his chest pushing energy into the chains binding him, so they could all see the chains going from him to each and everyone of them.

“We are already bound in a pre-contract, that’s what a summoning is.”

Oo o oO

Jason looked down at the Lazarus green glowing chain, going from his chest to the Ghost King. From each of his brothers including the brat’s - the brat, who actually looked scared. No matter, his maturity and upbringing he was still just a kid. Anger flared in his chest, but before he could do anything Bruce stepped forward.

“John, what is the meaning of this,” he demanded. To the League, that was just the gruff Batman voice. To Jason and the birds, the undertone of fear was obvious. Nothing set the old man off like a threat to his birds. Jason would know, he’d taken advantage of that before.

Constantine grimaced, “well, you see-“

But the Ghost King interrupted him. “No, let me explain. John Constantine is the greatest con man that ever lived. He could sell sand in the Sahara. He’s swindled demons and gods alike. He’s somehow managed to sell his soul like fifty fucking times, making the day of his eventual death into a jurisdictional nightmare of interdimensional proportions.”

He paused to take another deep breath - something Jason noticed with bemusement was a bit strange for a ghost.

“Ol’ Johnny here probably expected Pariah Dark, the previous Ghost King, the kind of mad hat conquerer who’s been locked up for millennia for unspeakable crimes against the Realms - just the kind of proud, single minded sod that’s ripe for John’s kind of swindling. Whose only spells of freedom came from summonings like this, which were thankfully rare, ‘cause very few people are stupid enough to summon the Ghost King.”

“But me-” he touched his chest, “there’s a reason I’m not locked in a sarcophagus. For one I don’t deal in souls or eternal damnation, secondly even if I did I wouldn’t touch that soul of yours with a ten feet pole.”

“Congratulations, Jackass, you managed to summon the actually ruling Monarch of the World In Between Worlds at full power and there’s absolutely nothing you can offer me. I deal in equivalent exchange. Nothing matters to you as much as the world, except your own skin and your ownership of that is questionable at best. That leaves your… friends? Or coworkers? Is that what they are? to pay.”

And with that the King turned to them all, green eyes both angry and resigned.

“Better start thinking about what things you’re willing to give up, I’ll be friendly and let your offerings stack, the world is heavy enough as it is.”

An unsettled murmur rustled through the assembled heroes. It was one thing to sacrifice in the heat of battle, but this was something none of them had prepared for. They had all expected Constantine to handle things, they all were just present for safety’s sake. It was certainly why Jason was there or he wouldn’t have been in same room as the heroes.

Ever since his revival he’d had somewhat of a magic resistance and the All Blades were the best bet if something went south. That had been the idea at least, but this had gone south in the entirely different direction. And, Jason suspected, the All Blades probably wouldn’t even work on the king. The impression Jason got from him wasn’t evil at all; he had purposefully directed their thoughts in the direction of physical possessions.

With the room stalled in uncertainty, Jason felt anger rising. They were wasting time when the solution was obvious. He’d said he didn’t deal in souls or eternal damnation that still left a wide range of interpretation to Jason’s thinking.

“Oi, Spooky!” He stepped forward tilting his head up in challenge, “You can have me, - a willing sacrifice gotta be worth a good deal.”

There were gasps all around him but he didn’t look just kept eye contact with those glowing Lazarus eyes as they turned to him in consideration.

The was a sudden cacophony of protest from his brothers, hands grabbing onto him pulling him back but he stood his ground.

“J-Hood, back down right now!” That was Bruce’s voice and for a moment there, it was almost like he actually cared, but then he was just ordering him about like usual. Then Dick was in front of him and even he couldn’t ignore that.

“Jay, no,” he hissed lowly horrified, “what’s the matter with you?”

The was a small tug in Jason’s chest at that.

“He said he didn’t deal in souls,” Tim pointed out urgently.

“Todd,” was everything Damian said, but there was a vulnerability there that was rarely in the little brat’s voice.

Jason couldn’t help but smile. It was heartening that they cared at least a little. He set a hand down on Damian’s head and ruffled his hair roughly. “Take care of my books, brat.”

“NO,” That was Dick, and he held on tighter, Jason couldn’t shrug him off, but as it turned out he didn’t have to.

There was a tug on the chain in his chest and he slipped right through his brothers and flew right up to the king inside the circle until he hovered level with the Lazarus green eyes.

The was a cacophony of protest but it was somehow muted like background noise from here inside the circle and yet the crackling fire of the crown was loud in his ears. The inhuman Lazarus eyes flickered from Jason then behind him and then back again.

“You offer your life to the High Ghost King as a sacrifice?”

Jason shuddered, felt fear grip him at the wording, because that was what it meant. Truthfully he didn’t want to die, but he’d been there and he’d done that, and if he was to die again, at least those eyes held no cruelty. He was the obvious choice. He clenched his jaw and steeled his resolve, the world would do fine without him.

“I do.” There was a momentary frown like regret on the king’s face before he looked to the wider room.

“Then with the consequences of that we have a deal, and I, High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, will save the world.” The chains leading to everyone but Jason burst into showers of tiny green stars.

“Come.” A white gloved hand was reached out to him, deceptively human if it wasn’t for the glow. Jason took the hand and next he knew the world turned into a green swirl.

The world solidified suddenly like a punch to the gut and Jason fell to his knees in loose sand. He gagged, but nothing came up from his empty stomach. Slowly he looked up, they were in the desert. In the distance was the nightmarish portal to the Dark Dimension Trigon’s forces were coming through. If only Raven hadn’t been hurt so early in the fight, but Trigon was working with someone else, someone Constantine had claimed was a powerful ghost and the combined forces were not something they had been prepared for. Even so there were heroes in the distance trying to hold back the hordes.

“What are we doing here?” He looked up to the King who was floating just half a foot off the ground and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he was kneeling.

“Figured the least I could do is show you that I uphold my end of the bargain. Stay here, this distance should be safe.”

With that the Ghost King flew off.

Jason had half a mind to try escaping, but as the first punch was thrown in the distance the futility settled in his gut. At least he could enjoy the show.

Oo o oO

“Daniel,” Vlad greeted him in his typical self satisfied drawl, “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Danny’s lips split in a grin. He wouldn’t be so satisfied in a moment. He flashed forward throwing a punch that sent Vlad into a crater in the ground. He looked down at the man who at one point had been his nemesis. Now he just looked sad and confused.

“I think you’ll find you miscalculated this time, Plasmius.”

Finally Vlad actually seemed to register that Danny was wearing the full regalia and what that meant. His face paled to white.

“No, your Majesty, please, have mercy,” he begged, folding instantly - pitiful.

Danny snarled, fangs and limbs growing and growing with sickening cracks, like the frozen surface of a lake when you’ve stepped too far. He was the darkness of space itself, too many mouths split into white fanged grins.

“A line was crossed today.” His words reverberated across the field halting all the combatants in place as terror gripped them. “You have been warned time and time again. Now a price has been paid, a deal has been made and you shall reap what you have sown.”

With that he swept across the battlefield dark and all encompassing leaving only the heroes standing cold and shaken as he pushed Trigon’s army and Vlad and his panicking ghost minions back into the Dark Dimension.

The portal closed behind him when he willed it.

The large horned guy in the armor who was shouting in outrage had to be Trigon. The Ghost King was bound in contract to save the world from this threat. He could technically stop now, the threat was ended they had no portal and those were not simple to make, but was the world really saved when Trigon still stood and his army was still whole?

No, the Ghost King did not think so.

It had been a very stressful morning. He would very much enjoy taking it out on these fools.

Oo o oO

It didn’t take long before the Ghost King reappeared, thankfully looking more human, though there was still a wild glint in his eyes as if the beast hadn’t quite been sated.

“It’s done then.” Jason said with resignation. The green eyes blinked down at him slowly and again a white gloved hand was offered as if Jason had any real choice in the matter. Annoyance that he wouldn’t just get things over with rose up and Jason grabbed the hand with more aggression than was maybe wise.

All he got in return was a bemused look, as if he was less threatening than a kitten. Which arguably, compared to the eldritch monarch of the death, he probably was.

The world turned into a green swirl again. When the world solidified he found that traveling this way didn’t get easier a second time. He was down on his hands and knees in plush red carpet, his stomach turned nauseously. Shit it felt like he really would puke this time.

Suddenly a cool hand touched his forehead, somehow easing enough of the nausea that he could look up.

The king was kneeling in front of him, a worried look on his face. And that had anger rising in Jason’s chest, because how dare he.

“Why don’t you just get it over already?”

Black eyebrows rose.

“Get it over with?” He had the audacity to ask.

“Just kill me already, stop playing with me.”

Any leftover amusement went out of the Ghost King’s face at that.

“Why would I kill you?” He asked flatly.

“Because I gave you my life? What else would it mean!"

"Your life belonging to me, does not mean I have to kill you, in fact that would be rather stupid of me.”

“What difference does it make? Aren’t you the king of the dead!”

The King shrugged. “Sure, but I don’t own my subjects. Death is the one thing that will free you from me.”

Jason paled, he hadn’t considered this. The Ghost King had said he didn’t deal in souls or eternal damnation, but a human life wasn’t eternal - hadn’t he himself thought there was a lot of leeway in those statements?

“No no no, I’m gonna stop you there, you look like I ate your favorite pair of slippers.”

Jason blinked, startled out of his spiraling train of thought by the sheer absurdity.

“Is that something you have experience with?”

“You’ll never know.” The king grinned back at him teeth definitely sharp enough to rip slippers to pieces. His features turned serious. “Now you listen closely. You did not offer your mind-“ he poked Jason’s forehead firmly- “your body, your soul or your service-“ he underscored each of the last three words with a poke to Jason’s chest.

He got up to his feet.

“All I own in capacity of King is your life. And so your life will be lived here with me, that is all. Wording is very important in magic.” With those words he strode down the hall, cape flaring out behind him.

Jason was left on the floor, mind reeling.

“You changed the wording,” Jason realized, because he had offered himself - all of him being implied. But the Ghost King had changed the wording when they made the deal. He jumped to his feet to catch up. It’s wasn’t hard, the Ghost King was actually rather short when he deigned to touch the ground.

“You changed the wording,” Jason repeated firmly, “you-“

“I already told you I’m not into the soul trade. Nor do I want any slaves, there’s enough of that mess leftover from the previous king.”

He grimaced at that.

He wouldn’t kill him. He’d changed the wording, so Jason’s will was his own. He wasn’t a servant or slave, or a soldier or anything. “So what then?”

“What then?” The king stopped and looked back at Jason bewildered.

“You own my life and you have no plan or purpose for me, what am I gonna do?”

His eyebrows drew down in a frown but Jason was not done. Indignation burned hot in his chest.

“If you are not going to kill me or have any use for me, why even bring me here? You could own my life just as easily in Gotham as you can here!”

There was a rumble, it sounded like it was in the distance but somehow Jason knew it was from the ghost king in front of him. His legs suddenly felt unsteady.

“You are here,” the King growled, “because idiots decided to summon me and you and your family are paying the toll for saving the world.”

The anger turned to ice in his chest. “My family, what do you mean?”

“I mean, Jason Todd, that you mean the world to them and if it wasn’t for that your sacrifice wouldn’t have been enough, you think too little of yourself for that.”

What? No! That couldn’t be right?

“You’re lying,” he whispered. It couldn’t be true. Jason was the one paying the price, not his family. It couldn’t be.

The Ghost King snarled, morphing into sharp shadows and glowing eyes.

“You dare,” his voice boomed from all around Jason and he clapped his hands over his ears.

“I have stretched-” he seemed to grow longer and longer into spindlier shadows, chittering and cracking, “stretched, as far as I can on this deal and you call me a liar!”

The last word rumbled through Jason’s bones like a bulldozer and he fell to his knees. Nothing existed for Jason in that moment but the pain and the voice- he had nothing left to do anything with, he could neither protest or apologize. Only feel and hear despite plugging his ears.

“You summoned me! I did not ask to be cast as a villain in your Saturday morning cartoon!”

The temperature plummeted and there was something like a mournful wail in the distance, then a long spindly arm opened a door in the wall. Jason could have sworn it wasn’t there a moment ago, but honestly up could be down right now and he wouldn’t know. His teeth clattered and he desperately wanted to wrap his arms around his body, but dared not move them from his ears.

“Your room,” the King spat. The tapestries on the wall melted slowly together with his shadows.

“You may move around the castle, but don’t go into the west wing, those are my rooms, and don’t go into the dungeons - for your own sake.” He disappeared in a short flash of light.

Jason’s ears popped as pressure and temperature returned to normal and he gasped as if he hadn’t breathed for several minutes. Maybe he hadn’t. He couldn’t remember.

His mind was reeling, unable to comprehend, to process, what had happened. Words, he didn’t know them, but the King’s voice felt engraved onto his bones.

Beyond the doorway was a bed. A bed, he turned the concept around in his head as if it was a strange new thing, despite that he knew he should know the concept.

Slowly he picked himself up. With every staggered step, he felt more and more worried he would just melt into the carpet, but finally he fell down on top of soft covers.

Bed good.

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We are not talking about the fact that this is another wip... >.> I wanted to do something for Trauma Tuesday, but in the end I'm too tired, and then Clock suggested it would be Trauma Lite Tuesday, so that's what we're going for XD I don't tag people, if you want to follow the story please subscribe to the handy masterlist/subscription post

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Have fun TF fandom :]

* note: it's kind of a big file, like 1.5GB. And like only 25% organized/missing maybe 3 pages I need to rescan, but all the character stuff is there and so is all the references. and I just realized there's a few duplicates, but it's already zipped and uploaded, so I'll delete later those as I edit it over time but for now have fun :}

Plus I've added a few little odds and ends of TFA stuff in there like the character cards that came with the Autotrooper and Jackpot

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I think I posted this before, but I'll repost it again just in case I'm having a brain fart 🤔

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Sunday 20 August Mixtape 357 “Spheres For Lust”

Downtempo Space Synth Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

The JWA-Music from the Spheres, Pt. 1 00:00

Almanacs-The Golden Hour 04:35

Bit Cloudy-Mount Evangelos Theme 08:45

Binaural Space-The Last Waltz 13:02

Fulgeance-Les Dunes (alt. take) 14:37

MiDi BiTCH-Theory Of Forms 17:31

Edgar Froese-Specific Gravity Of Smile - 2012 Remaster 22:00

Francesca Guccione-How We Left Saturn 30:35

Warm Binary-Hot Hail 33:24

Belbury Poly-ffarisees 37:18

The British Stereo Collective-The Rain and the Darkness 41:15

Piotr Kurek-Untitled 43:27

Danny Scott Lane & Dennis Young-Campaign For Lust 46:50

Ambidextrous-Part VI 49:53

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Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Datebook (Llewellyn's 2025 Calendars, Almanacs & Datebooks) Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Datebook (Llewellyn's 2025 Calendars, Almanacs & Datebooks) Contributor(s): Llewellyn (Author) , Dominguez, Ivo (Contribution by) , Hedera, Via (Contribution by) , Starling, Mhara (Contribution by) , Rainbow Wolf, Charlie (Contribution by) , Mankey, Jason (Contribution by) , Zakroff, Laura Tempest (Contribution by) , Rajchel, Diana (Contribution by) , Freuler, Kate (Contribution by) , Hunt, Dawn Aurora (Contribution by) , Barrette, Elizabeth (Contribution by) Publisher: Llewellyn Publications ISBN: 0738772038 Physical Info: 0.7" H x 8.0" L x 5.6" W (0.5 lbs) 168 pages As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Table of Contents: Contents How to Use Llewellyn's Witches' Datebook . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 Twelve Powers, Twelve Perspectives by Ivo Dominguez, Jr.. . . . . . 6 Everyday Magic with Weeds by Mhara Starling . . . . . . . . . . .10 Numerology through the Year by Charlie Rainbow Wolf. . . . . . .14 The Stealthy Witch by Jason Mankey. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .20 Rabbit Witches and Witch Rabbits by Via Hedera . . . . . . . . .24 January. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .28 February. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .38 March. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .48 April. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .60 May . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .70 June. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .80 July . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .92 August. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 102 September. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 114 October . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 124 November. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 December . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 146 About the Contributors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 158 Appendix . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 160 Embrace the Magic in Each Day with This Practical Organizer Plan your way to success at home, at work, and in your spiritual practice with Llewellyn's 2025 Witches' Datebook. Featuring illustrations from award-winning artist Jennifer Hewitson, this popular datebook presents exciting ways to celebrate seasonal energies alongside wise words from esteemed Witches, such as: Sabbat musings by Diana Rajchel Tasty recipes by Dawn Hunt Magical tips by Elizabeth Barrette Use of zodiac signs in magic by Ivo Domínguez, Jr. Rabbit folklore in American regional Witchcraft by Via Hedera Everyday weeds by Mhara Starling Numerology through the year by Charlie Rainbow Wolf Stealth tips for those in the broom closet by Jason Mankey This indispensable, on-the-go tool also offers: An at-a-glance guide to the best days to plant and harvest Moon lore and phases for successful spellcasting Daily planetary and color correspondences to empower your magical work Spiral-bound design with calendar spreads that make it easy to write in appointments and special events Published annually since 1998 Contributor Bio:Llewellyn As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Contributor Bio:Dominguez, Ivo Ivo Dominguez, Jr. (Georgetown, DE) has been active in the magickal community since 1978. He is one of the founders of Keepers of the Holly Chalice, the first Assembly of the Sacred Wheel coven. He serves as one of the Elders in the Assembly. Ivo is the lead author of Llewellyn's Witch's Sun Sign Series and the author of several other titles, including The Four Elements of the Wise and Practical Astrology for Witches and Pagans. In his mundane life, he has been a computer programmer, the executive director of an AIDS/HIV service organization, a bookstore owner, and many other things. Visit him at www.ivodominguezjr.com. Contributor Bio:Hedera, Via Via Hedera was born in Southern California, but currently lives in the Pacific Northwest on Salish territory, where she is a writer, folklore enthusiast, sculptor and practitioner of American folk witchcraft. Having grown up around the commonplace spiritual mysticism and superstitions of her large, diverse family and community, she dedicates her time to the study of folklore as it transmits across the land and between people. Wherever there is the merging of magic and connection between spirits, Via is sure to haunt. She is author of Folkloric American Witchcraft and the Multicultural Experience: A Crucible at the Crossroads and spends her time collecting American folklore, sculpting altar statuary, and dancing with the dead. Contributor Bio:Starling, Mhara Mhara Starling was born in North Wales, raised on the Isle of Anglesey, and is a native Welsh speaker. She is the author of Welsh Witchcraft, and her witchcraft videos on TikTok have more than a million views. Mhara is also a celebrant and a coven leader, and she runs moots, gatherings, and open rituals. She was featured in the BBC Wales documentary series Young, Welsh and Pretty Religious. Visit her on TikTok @mhara_starling. Contributor Bio:Mankey, Jason Jason Mankey is a third-degree Gardnerian High Priest and helps run two Witchcraft covens in the San Francisco Bay Area with his wife, Ari. He is a popular speaker at Pagan and Witchcraft events across North America and Great Britain and has been recognized by his peers as an authority on the Horned God, Wiccan history, and occult influences in rock and roll. You can follow him on Instagram and Twitter @panmankey. Jason is the author of several books, including The Witch's Book of Spellcraft, The Horned God of the Witches, and Transformative Witchcraft. Contributor Bio:Zakroff, Laura Tempest Laura Tempest Zakroff (she/they) is a professional artist, author, performer, and Modern Traditional Witch based in New England. She holds a BFA from the Rhode Island School of Design, and her artwork has received awards and honors worldwide. Her work embodies myth and the esoteric through her drawings and paintings, jewelry, talismans, and other designs. Laura is the author of several bestselling Llewellyn books including Weave the Liminal, Sigil Witchery, Visual Alchemy, and Anatomy of a Witch, as well as the artist and author of the Anatomy of a Witch Oracle and The Liminal Spirits Oracle. Laura edited The New Aradia: A Witch's Handbook to Magical Resistance and the Gorgon's Guide to Magical Resistance from Revelore Press. Laura is the creative force behind several community events and teaches workshops online and worldwide. Visit her at LauraTempestZakroff.com. Contributor Bio:Rajchel, Diana Diana Rajchel began her career planning to serve as clergy and write about all subjects spiritual. It did not occur to her or anyone else to say with what agency she might assume priesthood. The result of this oversight in intention setting is that she is now an itinerant city priestess, well-practiced witch, and somewhat unintentional subversive. Her background includes Wicca, folk witchcraft, conjure, and a whole lot of experience organizing people that don't like knowing that they're organized. Diana splits her time between San Francisco, California, where she co-owns Golden Apple Metaphysical, and southwestern Michigan, where she runs Earth and Sun spiritual coaching with her partner. In between her wanderings she teaches as part of the Magick 101 series for Wicked Grounds Annex in San Francisco, and teaches and reads tarot at Elements Kalamazoo in Michigan. Diana has 25 years' experience as a professional tarot reader and western herbalist and has 29 years' experience as a professional writer. She is also the pet DragonCat to a very ladylike boxer named Nora. Contributor Bio:Freuler, Kate Kate Freuler is the author of Magic at the Crossroads: The Devil in Modern Witchcraft and Of Blood and Bones: Working with Shadow Magick and the Dark Moon. She has written articles for Llewellyn's Magical Almanac, Llewellyn's Spell-a-Day Almanac, and Llewellyn's Sabbats Almanac. She lives in Ontario, Canada, and can be found making art, wandering around in libraries, and writing. Visit her at www.katefreuler.com. Contributor Bio:Hunt, Dawn Aurora Dawn Aurora Hunt, owner and CEO of Cucina Aurora Kitchen Witchery, has been teaching and writing on the topics of Kitchen Witchery and Spiritual Nutrition since 2010, when she started her own company making gourmet foods with a dash of magic and a heaping helping of positive vibes as the main ingredients. With simple ingredients and the power of intention, Hunt teaches people how to cook simple meals in a mindful way to help achieve spiritual goals. Incorporating magic and energy work into food, she has grown her brand to reach people from all faiths and spiritual backgrounds. The author of Tastes from the Temple, Hunt speaks at events all along the East Coast, appears regularly on local TV, and teaches people that good, healthy, and even gluten-free food can be easy to make and wonderful to eat.

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Moon phases for February 1946. Roysters Almanac. 1945.

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