#hoodoo sorcerer

[lyza-kernunia]

Another Rayman fanart! Yeaaaaaah!!!

Remember this Hoodoo sorcerer? Can you hear this silly laugh every time they got defeated? Their magic to protect their allies? >:D

Okay, it was funny to draw this!

[mytastessuck]

Eric Chevalier: Hoodoo Sorcerer

First off, the composer has an awesome name. Second, this funky track makes the top ten of my favorite beats from a video game easily. Honestly, say what you want about Rayman 3 (unless it's negative in which case, you're wrong) but you gotta admit, the OST is on fucking point. Plus, it even manages to make Soulja Boy listenable:

Song Score: 900,00/10

[elhoimleafar]

“Charm bags rank among the most popular amulets in the world today and yet up until now there has been precious little accessible, practical information about how to make them. Elhoim Leafar remedies that situation with his comprehensive book The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags. Elhoim leads the reader through all stages of creating these powerful magical tools, as well as enumerating and describing their various components, ranging from crystals and perfumes, to bones and herbs. This book will be a welcome and useful addition to any magical practitioner’s bookshelf.” –Judika Illes, author of the Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells, Magic When You Need It, The Big Book of Practical Spells, and other books of magic.

"The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags blends multiple cultures into a working system of magical potency. It is a useful grimoire and reference for any magical practitioner. Within its pages, you can learn to put magic in the palm of your hand." ― Adam Sartwell, co-founder of the Temple of Witchcraft and award-winning author of Twenty-One Days of Reiki and The Blessing Cord.

"Using a combination of methods from various traditions and cultures, Elhoim Leafar presents us nothing less than a manual on the magical arts. From magic circles and planetary correspondences, to utilizing color associations, herbs, stones, bones, and the phases of the moon, Leafar offers simple methods for the creation and consecration of charm bags for a veritable plethora of practical purposes. Easy to understand and full of interesting details, The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags is a great guide for the beginner, but will also provide the seasoned practitioner with new perspectives on the art of making one of the most beloved forms of spells that folk-magic has to offer." — Storm Faerywolf, author of Betwixt and Between: Exploring the Faery Tradition of Witchcraft.

"It is clear when reading The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags that Elhoim Leafar knows what magick is, namely 'an ancient and noble force capable of generating all kinds of effects in space and time. He unlocks the keys to this magick providing basic, yet vital, information needed to get started creating altars, talismans, and, ultimately, charm bags. If you are looking for ways to improve and expand your magick this is the book for you." — Lilith Dorsey, author of "Orishas, Goddesses, and Voodoo Queens", and "Water Magic".

"Elhoim Leafar has created a beautiful, empowering, and immensely accessible manual for crafting charm bags. Teaching simple and effective ways to make charms bags for every purpose under Moon and Sun, these portable powerhouses of magic will enhance your daily life and spiritual practice. I enjoyed using charm bags before, but after reading The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags, I absolutely adore them!" -Michael Butler Smith, shamanic witch and author of Embracing Isis: A Witch's Guide to the Great Goddess.

"The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags is well resourced with easy to follow instructions. I will keep it as a companion and I suggest you do the same. It's a must-have for all practitioners of the magickal arts. I love it." -Lady Rhea, author of The Enchanted Candle and The Enchanted Formulary.

GRAB YOUR COPY HERE: https://www.amazon.com/Magical-Art-Crafting-Charm-Bags/dp/1578636191/

[demilypyro]

shut the fuck up listen to the hoodoo sorcerer theme from rayman 3

[thegodwhocums]

2024.07.27 Sorcerous Arts Society reportback 🔮😈🧿

i think we haaaad... about ten folks? several new faces (INCLUDING ANOTHER ROOTWORKER WHO DOES HOODOO FOR HIS JOB), some usual subjects. two attendees had just started estrogen within the past three weeks 😭 one 22-yr-old freshly graduated English major and one 39-yr-old genderqueer (as i understand). what a beautiful world.

in honor of Wrath Month, we set Baleful Magic, Curses, Hexes, and Using Magic to Play Offense as the subject of conversation. I pitched having folks propose a scenario and then different attendees describe a method of approaching it with hexing etc, but nobody really went for that. interestingly we talked a lot about magic as an equalizer against oppressive forces, and also, knowing that The Other Side has access to the same tools we do. Ronald Reagan had a court magician, and a lot of major politicians still cover their bases that way. (see also: Dark Star Rising.) so there's a need to take that sort of thing into account when considering the Hex Trump initiative and similar acts.

coming out of this conversation, we've decided that next month we will talk about Magical Community Defense, in preparation for whatever the fuck goes down in November. considering bringing ingredients for folks to make their own Fiery Wall of Protection oil or something similar. will continue to ponder.

after the discussion (a very lively 2 hours!), we broke official convening. some folks departed, others hung out to trade divination.

I gave two tarot readings and received one (from Rocket, later in the day).

our 22-year-old babytran got some very blunt analysis and suggestions from the Lubanko Tarot. 😬 lots of reversals, lots of stuck situations and not listening to her internal self, with a side of interpersonal conflict and needing to speak up about her pain. I felt bad but she did literally ask and it sounds like the reading was spot on. hung out and talked with her for a while after. she said she was attending out of intellectual curiosity about the occult, that's she's writing an essay. okay bb. 💖

new zoomer townie friend requested "a vibe check for Leo season" and got some guidance about where to put his energy and what to look out for. while giving his reading a starling (which the previous folks at the picnic table had been feeding) landed on me. when it tried it a second time i reflexively karate chopped it out of the air. 💀 sorry for punching a bird.

at home, got a DEEPLY bewildering reading from Rocket's Tarot of the Silicon Dawn, featuring the Queen of Wands, who I don't think I've ever seen before. eventually we determined that she was me in this reading, and after that we were able to make some sense of it, but the cards were not being straightforward! tl;dr there's a harmonious middle space between manic insanity where everything is synchronicity and magic becomes overwhelming, and locked down dead mundanity where magic does not exist. also something about leaning into disappearing into the woods when I want to, being open to leadership in collaborative efforts, and taking stock of what mastery I've gained in this stage of my life and career while contemplating my next move. so you know. crystal clear and focused. lol lots to think about!

[dailyanarchistposts]

“For me, wherever I go, I know my natural and eternal environment, and I know it as part of me and me of it. Beyond whatever we think, there is a darkly glimmering mystery far beyond reason and sanity, but full of the wholeness of beauty. It perpetually sustains and bestows all things with their own nature and being- perfectly, fully and without need for further elaboration or rectification. This is the sorcerous conception of deity.”— Robin Artisson, The Toadbone Treatise

It’s December and the air is warm here.

I peer out my window with drink in hand, watching the blood-splashed sun collapse beyond the horizon and into the highway. For a moment I relish being in a State where drinking a lime-juice cocktail isn’t a desperate plea for warmer days. Here winter never comes, and as such, we never need to change our tastes to heartier or heavier food and drink.

The Southeast is the only home I’ve known: a land of sweltering heat, mosquitoes the size of your arm, and uninterrupted madness via Florida Man. Where I dwell is nothing special: an average middle class town, the wonder and mystery of the city far away and only faintly sensed. The hustle and bustle of modern living remains only a faint rumor on the wind. Life moves along uninterrupted, save for twinges of change here and there. I can imagine such a life would not be enough for some, and truthfully it’s not enough for me. But in the meantime, there’s no rush; I drink deeply from the land and Spirits around me.

I think about Gordon’s piece on Natural Magic, the equation of Self+Spirit World+Place. It rings true to me. I think about the natural world around me, my own slice of it. Underneath the regular suburban dregs still beats the heart of that wild Florida, in every thicket and every wood. In them I’ve rattled open doorways between realms in areas smaller than some public parks, I’ve spoken with Swamp Spirits and learned the unspoken keys to plant identification, and I’ve traded payment and favors with the local Dead and seen them manifest right before my eyes. All these things happened in my hometown not in spite of it, but through it.

The great lesson of Folk Magick has always been that magick was right at hand, that you didn’t need a library of books or special clothes and wands to do it. In Hoodoo a quick trip to the grocery store and some significant places around town will allow you to hurl just about anything at people. When I’m particularly stuck for an ingredient I always go Journeying into the Spirit World and ask my friends there what might do the trick. And often the most powerful gifts are the simplest.

I came to read playing cards, to cast my eyes into the twisting nether realm of probability and possibility not through some online course nor through paid lessons from a teacher. I went down to the crossroads for nine nights around 11:45pm and called out to the One Who Dwells There to teach me, the only sacrifice being the time I spent there. And teach me He did. I found whole new ways of looking at the cards, as books and ideas seemed to drop into my view from all over; I read what I could, but the biggest advances seemed to come from just being out there, alone and in the dark, hearing whispers in my head and seeing symbols dance before my eyes. I read the cards now with great accuracy, with my window into the shifting seas of potentiality amounting to an admission fee of one dollar.

Often in life our own worlds can seem disenchanted, our existences too far away from any of “the action” to feel meaningful. As in spirituality so too in politics: the same way my heart longs to stir up the dead in St. Augustine it flutters at thoughts of joining in armed resistance somewhere in the streets of Rojava; as I ponder the possibilities of protective mojos made and blessed with the dirt from Castillo de San Marcos, I wonder what revolutionary potential I could add to the people’s struggles in Baltimore, Oakland, Chiapas, and Greece. Economics and familial ties, at least for the moment, always get the upper hand.

But I do not rest on my laurels. I read, I study, I speak with those around me. I consider myself the advance guard, the agent behind enemy lines. I gather folks of like mind around me and we plan, we plot, we create pockets of resistance and freedom. We are the first cells of the revolution you see, mitochondria that will one day evolve into a greater being. We put pamphlets, we put up posters, we engage in Direct Action. Rather then wait for ‘THE Revolution” I’ll do what I can here and now, building “the new world in the shell of the old.”

Those that simply wait for monumental change, or worse vote in the hopes it will come, display a distinctly unmagical air about them: they don’t believe anything can change unless everything does, they can’t imagine that their actions could move even the tiniest mole hill, they huff that the time is never quite ripe, that until some Unknown Messiah arrives we’d best simply hope for change.

Surely we, through direct experience, know better then this?

Can’t a hidden gesture or half-mumbled phrase move someone’s mind? Won’t a fervent prayer, a simple oil, and an intensity of Will attract unseen hands to guide you? Doesn’t the simplest mix of red pepper, black pepper, and sulpher cause the flames of hell to leap up at our command? You can’t have it both ways: either you and your allies can literally shift the movin’ and shakin’s of the luck plane as well as this artifice we call physical reality, or it’s all a sham.

I don’t know about you but I’ve got notebooks filled with proof that what we deem “inevitable” or “unmalleable” is plainly not so.

Magic presupposes we can change the foundations of the world around us. Why do our political beliefs so often not follow this maxim? Why are we waiting for some Vanguard, some Party, some Candidate, to rip up the noxious weeds of Capitalism and The State? Did we come by any of our magical knowledge by waiting or did we simply go out and start doing what we could? Wasn’t every bump in the road a lesson, every victory a confirmation that even against the odds we can win?

My tradition courses through the land and was born in struggle: against the State, against the Boss, against the Police. Under candle light and shroud of burning herbs I can feel the air thick with those that whispered or sang prayers in other times; they know, they understand: the battles may be different, the symbols may have changed, but the struggle has not. Candle flames burst with the same heat and energy raging away in my heart, teeth gritting in Nietzschean Will to change the world and break anything that stands in my way. Road Opener work or Revolution, what’s the difference?

My tradition is not alone: anyone laying hands on the practical magic of the past is touching a People’s History. You did what you could with what you had on hand, including whatever ghosts and goblins happened to be around. These people were in the same boat we are: under the heel of an oppressive state apparatus, one that could kill them at any time, all for the service of an economic elite. They too watched an increasing portion of all the value they created get siphoned away, hunger pangs and anxiety the mother of many a prosperity spell. Any good witchcraft carries with it the sublime scent of necessity; by the time you’re in the woods at midnight making pacts with unseen things it’s safe to say the usual channels of change have been blocked.

What else is magic but the metaphysical embodiment of Anarchism, of politics on a spiritual plane? That YOU could defy the laws of the “Lord” and make new arrangements for yourself, that YOU could gain insights and knowledge beyond your “station” in life, that YOU needn’t wait for someone to save you because you were going to save YOURSELF? Isn’t that what Sorcery is all about? Wasn’t it a battle against the dragon Zarathustra spoke about, the one that must be defeated, that must be slain?

“Who is the great dragon whom the spirit will no longer call lord and god? ‘Thou shalt’ is the name of the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says, ‘I will.’ ‘Thou shalt’ lies in his way…”

The day is dead now, street lights and shabby store signs acting as artificial suns. The lights manage to keep the hum-drum thoughts of day still near, a collective religious belief in the firm and unvarying nature of reality, that nothing has nor will it ever change. The lights bring stability and safety. In this warm paradise where winter never comes it’s easy to believe the lie that most things are unwavering, that some things just stay the same.

For instance, global capitalism or a client’s bad luck?

But I have neither the time nor the inclination for such adult bed-time stories. I close the blinds and set about the work of changing the world around me. To succumb to the thoughts of static existence, of even settled accounts is preposterous. I call out to the Unseen with techniques and tricks propelled into the future by the most disadvantaged in this region while the plantations of the past have gone from places of frightening power to mere relics. While others buy and sell my soul flies right down to the primal, throbbing tap-root of the land around me; what was once an altar in any other townhouse becomes the Crossroads of All Existence; my voice no longer my own, my body wracked with spasms, I become a conduit for things that others claim can’t or shouldn’t exist.

Impossible? Can’t? Won’t? Shouldn’t? All these words are nothing to me! There is only The Will. And if you Will it, it is no dream.

[artzychic27]

Mirrorverse Crossover- Kagami

Amidst all the painfully boring lessons from her mother, the ones about perfect throne posture, annunciation, how to properly sip tea, flower arrangements, harp lessons, proper hair care, and those damned history lessons, there was one Kagamerida took to heart.

"Hold yourself with power, grace, and poise when in the presence of the enemy. Show that you are not afraid, that you, as the future Queen, are the one in the room who holds the power."

And that's exactly what she did when she walked into the room. Her head was held high as she kept her arms behind her back, itching to grab her bow if this villainous version of her made just one wrong move. The warmongering version of her stood on the other side of the room, the shadows working in her favor to give her a menacing demeanor that would have some of her friends cowering, but Kagamerida has faced a literal demon bear. Without her army, this girl is nothing.

The princess soon stopped in the middle of the room, sporting a look daring the other girl to do or say anything.

With a quiet huff, Shan Kagami stepped out from the shadows and took a few steps forward. With her now in the light, Kagamerida can see the blade strapped to her waist. A jagged jian. Ring pommel. It has a long grip that can be held with one or two hands. If she loads her arrows quick enough before she delivers a blow and aims right, she might just have a shot at besting her.

"So," Shan Kagami's voice cuts through the air like a blade. "I suppose I am to bow in her excellency's presence?"

Kagamerida quirks an eyebrow. Oh, she would love to silence her, but there's another lesson her mother taught her.

"Princesses do not start fights. They end them."

So, she will let the warrior say what she pleases until she draws her sword.

"No need," the princess answers sharply. "We are merely here to talk. Let us talk."

A darker look crosses over Shan Kagami's face. "Oh, if you insist, Princess. Shall we talk about how your mother failed to keep her husband safe from that demon bear?" Seeing Kagamerida tense up, she smirks. "How she lost her eyesight in the midst of battle with a forest animal and is now about as useless as-"

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Kimton groans. "Aw, again?! I wanna see them wail on each other!" Feeling a slight prick on his neck, he slowly turns his head and sees Marilan pointing her sword at his neck.

"Yield. Now," she threatens. The hunter gulps, turns, and sits quietly is his seat.

"What the hell?" Fairy GodBro taps his bubble to try and make the static disappear. "I-I can't get it to work. Did one of them hit it? God, how fast are they?"

"COME ON!" Marinette DeVil screamed while Jafadrien was hissing with discontent. "I wanna see some action!" It was no secret to the other villains that the sinister designer and sorcerer harbored feelings for the young warrior. Whenever Shan Kagami draws her sword, they always takes a front-row seat to watch her brutally slaughter an innocent. "TURN IT BACK ON!"

"Your shouting isn't helping!" The fairy yelled back and resorted to hitting the bubble with his wand. His wings flicker rapidly in response to his anger. "I don't know what happened!"

Doctor Cabello tsks and reaches into their purse for something. "Sugar, just use a crystal ball. Quick, effective, and not contaminated by your little fairy magic."

"You know I don't like you using such sinful artifacts," Minister O'Connor murmurs as he squeezes the silver cross attached to his necklace. Doctor Cabello coos and kisses his cheek, causing the redhead's face to turn a bright shade of red. Demolition Denise and Simon Pan watch the exchange between their counterparts with strange expressions.

They whisper, "You can have me do a few Hail Mary's when this is over, choir boy." This leaves Minister O'Connor stammering for a retort until he eventually resorts to murmuring a few prayers.

The Hoodoo Priest tosses Fairy GodBro the head-sized crystal ball, and he stumbles due to its weight when in a matter of seconds, his legs give out, and the ball is pressed on his chest. Kimules easily lifts the crystal ball off of his friend and glares at Ivan Oogie and Julecent, who were standing closes to him, yet did not even make an attempt to help. "So, how does this thing work?... Yo, Doctor!"

Doctor Cabello, along with their shadow are too busy whispering God-knows-what in Minster O'Connor's ears, but it was enough to make them get on their knees and pray to drown out their words. Deciding they've had enough fun with their boyfriend, Doctor Cabello makes their way over and runs their hands over the surface of the crystal ball, making a fine purple mist appear inside of it. When it clears up, the heroes and villains can all see Kagamerida and Shan Kagami engaged in what can only be described as a death combat with Shan Kagami slashing any arrows inches away from hitting her face, and Kagamarida skillfully maneuvering out of the way of her alternate self's sword.

"YESSSS!" Jafadrien hisses. "DESSSTROY HER!"

"Off with her head!" Nathaniel of Hearts cheers.

"Put that Princess in a body bag!" Mylensula shrieks. Ivan Oogie looks at her with all the love in the world as one of the spiders stuffed into him spins heart-shaped webs in his hollowed out eyes.

Maxdrome pets the smooth outer armor of Markov as the small robot rests in his lap, his lips stretched into a sinister smirk. "This would be better with my laser swords."

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"Neither my mother nor Marinette need protection!" Kagamerida thunders and fires another arrow at Shan Kagami's head while ignoring the searing pain in her left arm. "THEY WILL DECIMATE ALL IN THEIR WAY!"

Finally, after what felt like hours, one of her arrow finally hit Shan Kagami in the leg, but she didn't falter. Instead, she ripped the arrow out and glared at Kagamerida with a murderous expression. "I will have you choking on your words, you wretch." And she charges at the Princess.

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Marinette DeVil watches the warrior with a content look, sighing to herself when she throws that Princess into a wall.

"Shouldn't we stop this before they seriously hurt each other?" Chloestasia worriedly asks, making Lady Chloé Tremaine scoff. "Oh, hi, want me to kick your ass, too, bitch?" The aristocrat looks startled for a moment at the threat before walking away with her nose in the air.

Maxiro plays with the jaw strings of his hoodie as he watches with a bated breath. "I don't see either of them leaving without any sort of injuries. I think Shan Kagami hit her arm before we got the footage working again."

"Heh," Jafadrien chuckles. "That'sss my girl."

"How are you two not worried?!" Snow Myléne all but screams, much to the surprise of her friends since they have never heard her raise her voice. "The girl you say you love was just shot in the leg!" Jafadrien waves her off with a scoff and Marinette DeVil doesn't even grace her with a response. "Show some concern!"

"She has faced countlessss foes during the war and hasss alwaysss lead her army to victory. One princesssss with such a meager weapon will do nothing to-" He's interrupted by a deafening scream, but before he can look at the crystal ball, Fairy GodBro was already covering it with his hoodie. "What. Happened?"

"Nothing," Fairy GodBro squeaks. "Nothing at all." He whispers to BlueRore through his teeth, "Get a healing spell ready, ASAP." The blue fairy nods and hurries out of the room. "... Anyone else wanna... Wanna have a go? Rose, you look up for-"

"KAGAMI!" Jafadrien and Marinette DeVil yell and storm out of the room to check on her.

"... I knew they cared," Snow Myléne quipped.

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

[gladesglo]

Hoodoo Sorcerer ost Rayman 3 (2003)

[autisticlio]

Songs I want to cover with vocal synth in no particular order:

Copacabana, Envy Catwalk, Sex Bomb (Max Raabe vers), A Love Suicide, Vita, Hi Φ Club, and (Redo) Kakusei

Songs I want to do instrumental covers of:

The Death That I Deservioli, Track 9 (Sorezore no Ketsui), and Hoodoo Sorcerer

[sharpenurdamnknife]

"The southern gentleel way to deal with it is to pretend it never happened." Piper hummed, leaning back and taking a sip of her drink. "And seeing as my dad was an only child and his mother never talked about it, we didn't find out about it until later. I had Nannies from the area though and their families passed down the stories because....well because it was their families that my repressed." She winced and played with the corner of her napkin.

"Really it says alot about them that they were willing to help me as a kid. And they did but... my parents fired them when they found them teaching me hoodoo as a child." She admitted. "It was enough to protect me but...a few weeks ago I found my sister on the dock, filling her pockets with docks. The spirits were telling her to come swim with them....she doesn't know how to swim." She murmured.

She smiled slightly in spite of the dark topic when Delia called her toots. "I've never thought about them as sorcerers but we have plenty of witch doctors. And I've never had a problem with them. As long as they dont make fun of my sigils." She chuckled. "Do you...do you want to see tonight?" She asked.

At first, Delia was entertained, and that's what held her amusement. But the more she heard the story, her smile faded because what Piper said was serious. Delia's dark eyes filled with empathy as she heard about the burden her family carried and the messed up history surrounding their ancestral home. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on Piper's arm, offering support in the most immediate way she knew how.

"Damn. I can only imagine the weight of that curse and the stories that haunt your family, Piper," Delia spoke softly, her voice filled with understanding. "It takes a great deal of courage to confront such a legacy and seek help. I admire how you managed to find a way to keep the spirits at bay, even if it's just to bring them some peace."

Delia took a sip of her beer, contemplating the gravity of the situation. She knew that dealing with curses and restless spirits wasn't an easy task, but she also recognized the power of collective knowledge and shared experiences. What use would she be then, as a demonic succubi, then, if she didn't have resources?

"You've come to the right person, toots," Delia reassured her, her eyes shining with sincerity. "I have connections with various occult practitioners and paranormal experts. We can reach out to them and see if they have any insights or solutions that might help ease the unrest. But I do have to ask- what do you feel about sorcerers?"

@sharpenurdamnknife

[allthingsblessedbe]

Ho No Mo!!!

[nathisisdead]

I forgot I had this painting just lying around in my art folder, decided to scan it and edit it a bit.

How come this guy gets a killer design AND a Banging theme?

Art by @nathisisdead

Characters belongs to Ubisoft

[6ick6adworld]

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[elhoimleafar]

“Charm bags rank among the most popular amulets in the world today, and yet, up until now, there has been precious little accessible, practical information about how to make them. Elhoim Leafar remedies that situation with his comprehensive book The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags. Elhoim leads the reader through all stages of creating these powerful magical tools, as well as enumerating and describing their various components, ranging from crystals and perfumes to bones and herbs. This book will be a welcome and useful addition to any magical practitioner's bookshelf.” —Judika Illes, author of Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells.

“It is clear when reading The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags that Elhoim Leafar knows what magick is, namely ‘an ancient and noble force capable of generating all kinds of effects in space and time.’ He unlocks the keys to this magick providing basic, yet vital, information needed to get started creating altars, talismans, and, ultimately, charm bags. If you are looking for ways to improve and expand your magick this is the book for you.” — Lilith Dorsey, author of "Orishas, Goddesses, and Voodoo Queens", and "Water Magic". “The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags is well resourced with easy to follow instructions. I will keep it as a companion and I suggest you do the same. It's a must-have for all practitioners of the magickal arts. I love it.” —Lady Rhea, author of The Enchanted Candle and The Enchanted Formulary.

The Magical Art of Crafting Charm Bags contains 100 formulas intended for various purposes including love, luck, success, happiness, health, wealth, protection, prosperity, and the attainment of goals and desires. Based on an eclectic blend of Wicca, hoodoo, and Latin American folk magic, the book also contains extensive lists of herbs, gems and minerals, essential oils, astrological positions, and colors that contribute to making your own personal amulets. Instructions for casting circles and how to charge your charm bags are also included.

[manifestationmagic21]

“Manifestation Magic is a thorough, yet approachable guide, suitable for beginners. Its exercises are refreshingly new and exciting, while Elhoim Leafar’s insights are always interesting. This is a great addition to any magickal library"-- Lilith Dorsey, author of Orishas, Goddesses, and Voodoo Queens.

https://www.amazon.com/Manifestation-Magic-Rituals-Abundance-Prosperity/dp/1578637422/

[percepciongenesis]

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