#Crossroads spirit's

[conjuremanj]

What Is The Real Crossroads

The crossroads or the “forks of the road” is a place where two roads meet.

The crossroads is the land that belongs to no one, a place outside the borders, which is a good place to perform traditional African magical rituals whether that be Hoodoo or Vodou etc. Like the cemetery, and the railroads the crossroads has its own spirit. The crossroads may also serve as an altar where offerings can be laid out. There crossroads in the hoodoo tradition: the performance of the crossroads ritual to gain skill and to perform magical spells.

(ancestral work and offering using graveyard dirt in a crossroads pattern.)this can also be used for contacting spirits and dividation)

(This is the place where the famous guitar player call up the devil)

Working for Clients Using The Crossroads:

A root doctor or conjure worker may go down to the crossroads for clients to help them dispose of ongoing negative situations and conditions in their lives. Hoodoo root workers also call upon the spirits of the crossroads on behalf of their clients, gather crossroads stones or dirt for spell work.

(1885 pic showing a Hoodoo dance in Louisiana using a portable crossroads.)

The Portable Crossroads:

Not all rituals that use the crossroads need to take place at an actual crossroads. When doing magic some hoodoo practitioners use what is known as a “portable crossroads” or a circle with a cross inside, also called an “X” or “cross-mark”. This portable crossroads can be drawn on the ground with a stick or on an altar with sachet powders. It may be painted on a wall or laid out on a blanket.

(A home and altar of a African Diaspora religion with a crossroads painted on the wall.)

Other Cultures Using The Crossroads:

Many of the spirits and deities from the African Traditional and African Diasporic religions are associated with the crossroads. In Lukumi / Santeria, the orisha associated with the crossroads is Eleggua.

In the Louisiana Voodoo tradition or Palo Mayombe, there are several lwa associated with the crossroads including Papa Legba and Met Carrefour. In India, the Hindu deities associated with the crossroads are Ganesha, the opener of the way, and Bhairava, an aspect of Shiva who protects the boundaries. Catholic Tradition the Catholic Church Saint, Saint Peter, is associated with the crossroads showing the crossed keys of heaven. Saint Expedite is also associated with the crossroads.

The crossroads is a spiritual Nexus, a place to help or to get help. It's Powerful.

The Kongo cosmogram or "Yowa" cross represents the human life cycle of death and rebirth of the soul. In this cycle, a body of water flows between the physical realm and the spiritual realm. Kongo water spirits, (Sim'bi) are believed to have the ability to travel between the two realms. The Yowa cross is the origins of the Hoodoo crossroads.

Last do not disposed your trash at a crossroads it is disrespectful to the spirits there, I mean would you want someone to dump there trash at your place. 🤔 Think about it ..

[astra-ravana]

Working With Hekate

Goddess Of The Threshold

Other titles: Keeper of the Gates, The Triple Goddess, Bringer of Light, Night Wanderer, and many more

Colors: Black, silver, gold, red, white

Herbs: Asphodel, trillium, ebony, fly agaric, garlic, aconite, yew, datura, cypress, belladonna, saffron, foxglove, mandrake, willow, black poplar, dandelion, mugwort, henbane, mandrake, yarrow, myyrh, lavender, oak, mullien, thornapple, bittersweet, poppy, wormwood, sage, rue, fumitory, dragon's blood, rowan, black copal

Crystals: Moonstone (especially black), labradorite, mother of pearl, black tourmaline, obsidian, black/smokey quartz, lodestone, nuummite, serpentine, auralite, abalone, corundum, zicron, hematite, jet, lapis lazuli, pyrite

Element: Earth/water/darkness

Planet: The Moon, Saturn, Pluto

Zodiac: Scorpio (Aquarius)

Metal: Silver, copper, bronze

Tarot: The Moon, The High Priestess

Direction: All

Date: November 16th, the Night of Hekate

Day: Any

Animals: Goats, wolves, dogs, owls, snakes, horses, crows, bulls, sheep, skunks, lizards, dragons

Domains: Thresholds/liminal spaces/boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft and sorcery, the Moon, herbalism, the poison path, necromancy, nocturnal magick, truth, secrets, hedge-riding, shadow work and integration of shadow-self, baneful magick, protection, knot magick, foraging, divination, creatures of the night, the Underworld, the Otherworld

Offerings: Keys, hair of a black dog, any of her sacred plants, representations of any of her animals, divination tools, black mirrors, wands, athames, bolines, blades, things in sets of 3, fruit, wine, blood, rituals/magick in her honor/name, feathers, fossils, shells, bones

Symbols: Blades, fire, keys, crossroads, gateways, doors, entrances, moons, torches, wands/sceptres, whips, the number 3

[discordiansamba]

@crossroads-of-the-raven replied to your post “@kilou1816 replied to your post “that said the...”:

Hakoda: why didn't you ever tell me? || Zuko: to be honest, I was trying to forget that part of my existence. || Sokka: so how did you get the scar? || Zuko: part of the reason I'm trying to forget that part of my existence.

​sokka: wait. are you saying your dad did that to you?

zuko: yeah. turns out he didn't exactly like it when I said I'd tell the whole Fire Nation he was lying about the Air Nomads building up an army to invade us.

hakoda: (seriously considering the logistics of trying to adopt a child that is older than his mother)

[lizzybeeee]

Listen, if your Lavellan would be happy in the Fade with Solas forever - cool, no problem. But mine would be BORED AS FUCK. I cannot imagine her being stuck in the regret prison with that man with no one else to talk to and nothing to do and not able to talk with Dorian and not able to ride about on her elk and not being able to hunt and not being able to see her Clan and not able to feel the wind in her hair or the rain on her face and-

[melonyfelonyfellonme]

Sorcha to Illario: Okay, yes, I was a little bit late to our cafe outing/meeting but listen, it was really important and unavoidable

The Really Important and Unavoidable Event in question:

[lailoken]

One of the most important aspects of the Road Opening work I do is the propitiation of Crossroads Spirits, and when it comes to such offerings, I've found that you absolutely cannot go wrong with Rum, Tobacco, and Gold.

[t00muchheart]

how do i explain to people that yes, i studied literature, and yes, one of my favorite books is supernatural 90s horse-girl au fic “spirit of the west” by teen_dean

[regrettablemeasure]

i'm keeping reed's headcanon that solas is utilizing blood magic to fuck with how rook thinks/acts more than they realize bc its just too good

also imagine being solas, deciding to do That to a guy (which he would already feel bad about bc despite what epler says solas is a kind person who was so beaten down that he became mythals attack dog, so yes he has empathy duh) but then finding out (probably through rook's dreams/memories) that he was a former slave that the venatori were using as a blood bag. slaps him with a rolled up newspaper

[revvethasmythh]

there is something incredibly novel about walking up to a merchant that's just. a spirit wisp. hello ball of energy, i would like to give you spirit currency to purchase a real physical ring please. and it works

[thorinoakenbutt]

Do you guys think the Caretaker is a spirit of compassion cause like

that helmet thing brings to mind Cole's silhouette a little imo

[3rdeyeblaque]

Black Man At The Crossroads Day

Happy Halloweeeeen Hoodoos!! On this final day of Hoodoo Heritage Month, we celebrate the Black Man at the Crossroads Day. 💀🖤

The Crossroads is integral to the religious fabric of Kongo Cosmology. At the crux of ancient ancestral wisdom (the Kalunga line) and the realm of the living (the Mukala line), is our place of significant power, transformation, & Spirit.

Here, we meet The Black Man (not to be confused with The Devil); a Kongo-Bantu ancestral spirit who is a gatekeeper of closed/open roads & conductor of the spiritual energies at the Crossroads, which catalyze shifts, changes, + movement from the spirit world into the physical world.

When we go to The Crossroads to sing, dance, pray, invoke, petition our spirits or to conjure, forage, consecrate workings, deliver/dispose offerings… we come to The Black Man, among many other spirits.

Today we celebrate him, acknowledge his presence, and give specific offerings as tokens of gratitude and thanks.

As with any ancestral or Hoodoo Spirit, cultivating a healthy relationship & honoring the principles of energy exchange is paramount. Come correct or not at all. And respect his gangsta.

[tortoise-teapot]

is it just me or uh. or does uh. it look like that dragon got a hell of a chomp on our dear dread wolf there....

[deathblossomed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@thuganomxcs :

"Ain't this great?!" Yusuke stood at the front of his new home with a smile on his face. The yard was filled with nothing but dead weeds along with other mechanical scrap loitered all over and the inside was old, and dusty but seemed normal...but to THEM it was anything but. Yusuke felt it as well as he stood inside, it was various malicious forces, probably two demonic spirits who haunted these walls and had done horrible stuff towards the tenants before Yusuke, even the neighbors seemed concerned seeing him there. "The place is huge and I got it practically dirt cheap. Literally MY house and I can see the possibilities. The yard's big enough for me t' grow my own crap..then again i'd need t' visit kurama when it comes t' that stuff. But what'd ya think?" There were practically phantoms of the victims cowering after feeling Yusuke's 'demonic' aura.(First time he brought her to his home, hasn't cleaned it yet, just bought it signed the lease, got the keys and it's SUPER haunted.)

OH BOY. He really is a walking spiritual magnet, a beacon summoning all kinds of trouble no matter where he goes. She really wants to be happy for him, he's so excited and it's nice seeming him takes steps toward his independence and stability. Considering his home has been set ablaze and blow up within the span of a few years, having a safe place to stay was no doubt important to him.

But that's the kicker... safe. The minute she steps onto the property, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Haunted, definitely haunted. And she's not even sure he notices the yurei lingering nearby.

"Oh, Yusuke, it's wonderful. I'm sure once you get everything cleaned up it's going to be just perfect. But, um," how to do this delicately... "Do you, you know, notice anything strange about this place? Other than the obvious abandonment?"

[mercysought]

I was thinking about Asharen and the Well of Sorrows ritual that she performs and I think that the only person that she spoke to (though didn't ask for permission or advice) was (a spirit) Cole.

[direwombat]

a wip music monday

tagged by: @socially-awkward-skeleton, @fourlittleseedlings, @cassietrn, and @inafieldofdaisies to share some music inspiring my wips!

got a few that have been hitting hard recently for katc, all of which are classic americana (ie, some classic rock and blues music) on my newest katc playlist (don't ask how many i have). lyrics +e xplanations under the cut

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood and the gold I'll meet you further on up the road Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring My lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing I got a song to sing, it keeps me out of the cold And I'll meet you further on up the road Further on up the road, further on up the road Where the way dark and the night is cold One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road Now I've been out in the desert, just doin' my time Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign If there's a light up ahead, well brother I don't know But I got this fever burnin' in my soul Further on up the road, further on up the road Further on up the road, further on up the road One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road

*just a really good syb song tbh. i like to think of this as an anthem for her during that weird phase of her relationship with jacob where she's still on the side of the resistance and starting to break, but she hasn't quite gotten there yet. she's still got a journey to go through, but she'll meet jacob there eventually...further on up the road <3

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare Lord, it's all so true They told me, don't go walking slow The devil's on the loose Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Whoa, don't look back to see Thought I heard a rumblin' Calling to my name Two hundred million guns are loaded Satan cries, "Take aim" Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Whoa, don't look back to see Over on the mountain, thunder magic spoke Let the people know my wisdom Fill the land with smoke Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Better run through the jungle Whoa, don't look back to see

*i just have such a strong mental image of how i would use this song as a cold open/intro if katc was a tv series and i DESPERATELY want to make an MV as if it were. but just imagine syb running through the whitetails, trying to shake her tail of Chosen and Judges, meanwhile jacob is tracking her through the scope of his sniper rifle and the second syb loses her tail and takes a breath, jacob has her lined up in the crosshairs. the screen goes dark with the sound of gunfire and as the song trails off, the title card "kneeling at the crossroads" in serif font fades in.

and just to satisfy the rule of three's, here's one more:

There's something happening here But what it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time we stop Children, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind It's time we stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? What a field day for the heat (Ooh ooh ooh) A thousand people in the street (Ooh ooh ooh) Singing songs and they carrying signs (Ooh ooh ooh) Mostly say, "Hooray for our side" (Ooh ooh ooh) It's time we stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid Step out of line, the men come and take you away

*less syb specific, and more a song for hope county (or the resistance as a whole) kind of wondering to themselves "jesus christ, how did we let things get this bad?"

tagging: @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @carlosoliveiraa, @purplehairsecretlair, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else with some music inspiring their wips! (taglist opt in/out)

[lailoken]

Black Cockerel at the Crossorads

Sometimes, when I have called on a spirit for aid, I recognize their responses in omens as subtle as abrupt shifts in the weather or a sudden chorus of birdsong. Other times, however, the omens are considerably more conspicuous.

A while back, I carried out an important rite in which I called upon the aid of a powerful Crossroads Entity. If succesfully carried out, I was to encounter an "unmistakable sign" to confirm the support of this petitioned Wight, and while I didn't know what this would look like, I trusted that I would know when I saw it.

Three days later, I was forced to pull over in a town I'm not especially familiar with in order to check on the directions I was following. I parked in the first seemingly innocuous spot I could find, which appeared to be a little dead-end pullout. When I parked, however, I was immediately shocked to notice a black rooster wandering pleasantly about the area. I got out of my car to check on it and see if it was alright, and I discovered that it wasn't just a black rooster, but a melanistic one (meaning that it bears a mutation, similar to albinism, that results in the hyper-production of pigment.) This, in itself, was quite unusual, but what really stunend me was the way the rooster acted towards me. He followed me around, and when I put out my hand, he pecked at it with sweet curiosity before allowing me to pat him like one might a cat. Then, when I put out both hands planning to stroke either side of him, he simply walked right into my arms and nuzzled into me, allowing me to pick him up with no qualms at all. He even jumped into my car when I was sitting back inside it to do a quick reading on the situation, and most bizarrely (and endearingly) of all, he literally picked a (very telling) card out of the deck for me while I was reading.

Just as I was deciding that he was likely a lost or abandoned pet and getting ready to take him with me somewhere, he ran off like a mischievous sprite and disappeared. While I shook my head in bewilderment and called my husband to tell him about it, I discovered that what had looked like a dead-end to me when I pulled over earlier actually had a discreet route through it. Realizing that this surreal encounter took place at a "hidden crossroads" of sorts gave me goosebumps and left no doubt in my mind that I had received my "unmistakable sign."