#Bruxaria

[bruxesco]

[nyx-rgbb]

[ladyinredalesworld]

Carão no sol, selfzinha sem filtro, sem cilios, sem nada... Só pra dizer que hoje é sexta-feira 13, dia de mexer o caldeirão, fazer magia e ritual, escutando rock n' roll bb... e... de tomar cervejinha... longe dos perigos noturnos😉

[daniellasalamao]

Happy Halloween my witches!! 🎃

[littlewolfskinboots]

Ostara de 22/09/2024 🌿🐇

[narkiwitch]

i mean, workship with zeus is soo funny, but sometimes it's really hard, right? i read tarot for a better communication and in the first he is so pacient with me because i really dont belive than i talk to a god like him! but now, he really funny because evertime i get a new reading, it's about study, pratices. today basically he told to me "why are you asking about relationship when you're arro? like, study and work, girl!!" and i like "yeah... sorry about that..."

also, sorry about my bad english! i'm brazilian, and trying to learn more lengagues.

[amorasepoemas]

O mundo tem dobras, contornos e adornos

A vida tem cor, cheiro e sabor

O mundo está vivendo a todo tempo

E as coisas seguem acontecendo

E mesmo eu não percebendo

A magia da vida está florescendo.

- Amora

[01298283]

Hoje é o Dia das Bruxas,um dia para celebrarmos a liberdade,a rebeldia,e a coragem de todas as mulheres que vieram antes de nós aquelas que foram perseguidas,caladas e queimadas por serem diferentes,inteligentes e livres. Que as vozes das nossas ancestrais ressoem hoje,porque elas nos lembram da força que temos e da resistência que nos corre nas veias.

"Bruxa" é o nome que deram às mulheres que ousaram se libertar das correntes da submissão, que desafiaram o machismo e escolheram seus próprios caminhos. Hoje,celebramos essas bruxas,essas mulheres sábias e corajosas,que foram vistas como perigosas porque jamais se permitiram ser domesticadas.

Nosso caldeirão ferve com justiça,nossa vassoura nos leva em direção à liberdade,e nossas palavras quebram as correntes do silêncio e da submissão. Hoje,somos todas bruxas,e nossa magia é a resistência,o conhecimento,a empatia e a força de unir umas às outras.

Então,que neste Dia das Bruxas a gente se lembre: ser bruxa é ser livre,é lutar por um mundo mais justo,é apoiar quem tem sua voz roubada. Que cada uma de nós possa relembrar a nossa magia,nossa força,e seguir quebrando os feitiços do patriarcado. Porque o medo deles é nossa liberdade.

Feliz Dia das Bruxas para todas as bruxas modernas que nossa rebeldia e coragem iluminem este mundo!

[devils-tarot]

Hail the queen, Lady of Hell.

Powerful is your name over the demons.

Bring us wealth, prosperity and abundance.

Bring us love, passion and happiness,

Cause giant is your land

And abundant are your children

SMB

[umbrxsolitario]

Hekate’s Altar 🗝️

[quase-bruxa]

[bruxesco]

Salve Hekate!

Cortejo de Hekate em Belém Pará, Brasil. Hekate cortege in Belém Pará, Brazil.

[nyx-rgbb]

[ladyinredalesworld]

Outubro ou Nada🧙‍♀️🧹

[khulthuskaotika]

Tom o' Bedlam

From the hag and hungry goblin That into rags would rend ye, The spirit that stands by the naked man In the Book of Moons defend ye, That of your five sound senses You never be forsaken, Nor wander from your selves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon, While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

Of thirty bare years have I Twice twenty been enragèd, And of forty been three times fifteen In durance soundly cagèd On the lordly lofts of Bedlam, With stubble soft and dainty, Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong, With wholesome hunger plenty, And now I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

With a thought I took for Maudlin And a cruse of cockle pottage, With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all, I befell into this dotage. I slept not since the Conquest, Till then I never wakèd, Till the roguish boy of love where I lay Me found and stript me nakèd. And now I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

When I short have shorn my sow's face And swigged my horny barrel, In an oaken inn I pound my skin As a suit of gilt apparel; The moon's my constant mistress, And the lowly owl my marrow; The flaming drake and the night crow make Me music to my sorrow. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

The palsy plagues my pulses When I prig your pigs or pullen, Your culvers take, or matchless make Your Chanticleer or Sullen. When I want provant with Humphrey I sup, and when benighted, I repose in Paul's with waking souls Yet never am affrighted. But I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

I know more than Apollo, For oft, when he lies sleeping I see the stars at bloody wars In the wounded welkin weeping; The moon embrace her shepherd, And the Queen of Love her warrior, While the first doth horn the star of morn, And the next the heavenly Farrier. While I do sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

The gypsies, Snap and Pedro, Are none of Tom's comradoes, The punk I scorn and the cutpurse sworn, And the roaring boy's bravadoes. The meek, the white, the gentle Me handle, touch, and spare not; But those that cross Tom Rynosseros Do what the panther dare not. Although I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.

With a host of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end: Methinks it is no journey. Yet will I sing, Any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink, or clothing; Come dame or maid, be not afraid, Poor Tom will injure nothing.