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Witchcraft Exercises - Witchy Inspo Journal

Not sure what to do with all those notebooks you’ve collected for future use in your craft? (Don’t lie, we all have a stack somewhere.) Turn them into inspo journals!

Create and maintain a journal where each page is a quote or song lyric or picture that inspires you in your craft or defines some element of your practice. Use scrapbooking materials, washi tape, stickers, stamps, and any art supplies you wish. If you’re skilled at drawing or painting, you can do that too. 

The journal can be a simple notebook or a three-ring binder or a nice scrapbook from the craft store, whatever works for you. Try to do a page a week if you can, and collect ideas for future pages when you can’t. Update as often as you feel inspired to do so and enjoy some witchy art therapy.

This can also be turned into a devotional activity, with your inspo journal dedicated to your chosen deity(ies) or pantheon. A devotional inspo journal can also make a great private altar if you don’t have the space for one in your home or if you’re a stealth witch who can’t practice or venerate openly.

Here are some examples from my own inspo journal:

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I just want to take a quick second here for all my peeps with Alphabet Soup in their hearts (BIPOC, LGBTQIA, any of the host of acronyms for physical and mental conditions that affect our daily lives, and so on) and anyone else having a hard time with the latest round of US politics bullshit.

My friends, my loves, my darlings. Hold my hand. Squeeze as tight as you need to. (Or we can just sit here together and you can squish this stress ball.) Cry if you need to. Scream if you need to. We'll let it out together, all the anger and fear and worry that's scraping us raw on the inside. It's okay if it's ugly and messy and incoherent and crude. Doesn't matter. Just us here.

I've got a hug if you need one. If you need an encouraging word, I've got lots. And there are thousands of others out there, standing behind you and beside you in spirit. We can't fix everything, but we will do our damndest, bit by bit, to try and make things better.

I want you to promise me that you'll try. Doesn't need to be a lot, doesn't need to be life-altering. Taking care of yourself is enough. Getting through the day is enough. If all you can do is survive, that counts. If you can do more, whether it's standing up or speaking up or helping out in whatever way you can, then you do it with all your heart and know that I'm over here doing the same.

One more big squeeze. And even though it's over a silly post on the internet, I hope you can feel the love and the solidarity that I'm sending your way. I hope it gives you something to hold onto. I hope it lightens your load, even if it's just for a moment.

I want to see you on the other side of this. Doesn't matter how long it takes. I want us to sit together again when things are better, so we can laugh and cry and celebrate. I promise you that I'm going to try. I am living for that day when we don't have to be afraid anymore and I truly hope that you'll be there with me. And if you aren't...or if I'm not...let's both have faith that we tried our hardest and never backed down.

You're here. I'm here. We are HERE.

And despite it all, we persist.

I HATE this insistence that we have a moral obligation to worsen our health for the "greater good!!"

"Don't ignore politics-"

STOP. STOP IT. If that's what it takes for you to survive, do it.

There's a reason in the mental hospital they block the news channels! It fucks people up! People find the world so damaged, future so hopeless, and situations so overwhelming they literally kill themselves!

Yes, yes, the activism guilt-tripping is supposed to be for those who simply don't care, but the disabled people who do care are the ones who wind up feeling guilty!

"It's a privilege to be able to ignore politics-"

No, it's a privilege to be able to pay attention to politics without having to be literally hospitalized.

Do. What. It. Takes. To. Survive.

"I need ALL of you to start paying attention-"

Wrong. You need all of us who are ABLE to start paying attention.

Do what it takes to survive.

They are asking you to join in a 70-mile hike up a mountain, where in order to win, as many people as possible must reach the top as quickly as possible! But you are in excruciating pain and have no legs! There is no accessible way up the mountain! In trying to climb the mountain, you will cause yourself irreparable harm and likely death! You feel bad, you're letting everyone down, you can't keep up, you're about to fall, but your friend is saying "hey, I get it, sometimes my legs get super sore, but you have to keep climbing! It's our duty! Keep going! The only way to save everyone is if we do this together!"

They DON'T get it. Even if they say "well I know so-and-so who also has no legs and he just uses his arm-strength and he's at the top already, what if I carry you for a few steps until you have your strength back?" You're not him! He's clearly aquired tools and strengthened muscles you have not, and might never be able to! Only YOU know what you can handle. Do not fall to your death because you feel guilty!

Survive.

Survive.

Sometimes, the biggest act of resistance is surviving.

A historic time period one sound fascinating!!

I really want to create my own tarot deck but I don’t know what theme I want to do.

Post apocalyptic

Fantasy and use the elements as different worlds and magic systems

My historical favourite time periods

Folk magic but it’s things that relate into my practice that aren’t common thing to notice like smoke or needle and thread

I am glad that I started back to drawing and writing that I can finally do the things I want to do lol

Honey bee stimboard

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The cliche Kansas weather has begun! Checked the weather earlier, some chance of rain starting Friday and into the weekend. 2 hours later, chance for thunderstorms for my area around 7 pm.

Well, it's 8:30 pm and it's finally here lol.

Progress! I went over to Dillon's today because I needed to get some money orders, and I wanted to check on my job application status. There's like three job postings over there. One of the ladies over there was an old coworker of mine in the kitchen. She told me the woman who does the HR stuff will be there on Wednesday, and told me just to come in that day!

Developing your senses over time.

I was once reading a post about clairaudience and it absolutely changed my perspective early on about thinking I was making up hearing our gods. It went along the lines of how it feels to have a conversation with yourself in your head. Answering your own sentences and questions. But then comparing it to the feeling of having something or someone else answer your question. Changed my way of thinking completely. As well as Helios once or twice going “make me talk.”

I tried. It felt really strange, unnatural and awkward. Then he actually answered me.

I trusted myself a lot more from then on.

I don’t talk to other people with clairaudience so I’m unsure how it works for others, but for me, it was a gradual thing and by the time I realized I did have highly developed psychic senses, for a good minute I was under the impression I had some level of psychosis lol.

At first it was just singular words, then tiny phrases, and then I could have closer to full on conversations. I still have some days where it’s “off” and I don’t get anything. But on most I’m able to fully tune in, focus on a god or entity’s energy and what they’re trying to tell me. Giving channeled messages has been so fucking rewarding, especially when I think about how all this started for me.

When Lord Hermes encouraged me to start giving readings and messages I was unsure if I'd do well. But after doing this for a few weeks I know this is what I was meant to do. This is my path. I love it so much and I thank the gods everyday (and then some) for working with me in this way and how much they’ve encouraged me in my life.

Sensing someone in my room is enough, to be honest. Since I’ll head over to my decks immediately to see what’s up. And sometimes while I’m pulling I’ll get phrases, songs, and full sentences. But I don’t need it anymore, not always. It’s good for clarity, though.

I have lots of funny stories from a few months ago of some gods finding it quite funny that I was in such disbelief about my abilities. I doubted myself a LOT, so much. I constantly prayed to Dionysus for help on quieting my mind. That ended in many conversations about differing the voices of gods to voices that may genuinely come from my head.

And this is just about clairaudience, not any of the other senses I’ve developed that have absolutely spooked the hell out of me. Smelling things, seeings our gods in my minds eye, tastes that are usually unpleasant, and touches that feel like rubbing your socks on a carpet and then touching a doorknob ☠️

It’s opened me up to an entire world I can’t wait to indulge myself in and explore. And I can’t wait to be able to help others do the same too. I hope I can find friends that are like me sometime soon. I know they’re around here somewhere. 🩶

May the gods bless all who stumble upon this and feel a little seen. 💞

I feel defeated... I have filled out job applications, did the follow up calls, did a spell jar for a little boost, and even filled out another job application.

Then to make matters worse, I thought I was still in good graces with most of my coworkers. We live in a medium sized community but I have no problem helping my friends out. Basically long story short, the store wasn't able to open on time because the opener didn't show up. The cops were called to the store for a welfare check by a concerned customer. She was genuinely worried that something was wrong.I was then called because the opener wasn't responding and we are neighbors. That didn't go well, and the opener proceeds to angry text the store manager, says she's mad at me, and that I am getting favoritism, and since i don't work there anymore don't send me over.

Then, our merchandise manager arrives, and takes over the angry texting, and shuts it all down. Because with the store not opening on time the manager could have been fired, and they both told me that it's not my fault, and that I shouldn't feel obligated to help people with rides anymore.

I don't feel like a ray of sunshine right now.