Male Witch living in the Australian Capital Territory, practicing my own brand of Kitchen Witchcraft in the suburbs.

 

thegoblinmarketofficial:

The Kelpie by Emma Weakley

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In mythology, the kelpie is described as a strong and powerful horse. It is a white and sky blue colour and appeared as a lost pony, but could be identified by its constantly dripping mane. Its mane and tail are a bit curly. Its skin was said to be like that of a seal, smooth but as cold as death when touched. Kelpies were said to transform into beautiful women to lure men into their traps. They created illusions to keep themselves hidden, keeping only their eyes above water to scout the surface. The fable of the kelpie varies by region. The Kelpie’s mane is said to be a sky blue colour. The water horse is a common form of the kelpie, said to lure humans into the water to drown them. The water horse would encourage people to ride on its back, and once its victims fell into its trap, the water horse’s skin would become adhesive and the horse would bear the victim into the river, dragging them to the bottom of the water and devouring them—except the heart or liver. A common Scottish tale is the story of nine children lured onto a kelpie’s back, while a tenth kept his distance. The kelpie chased the tenth child, but he escaped. Another more gruesome variation on this tale is that the tenth child simply stroked the kelpie’s nose but, when his hand stuck to it, he took a knife from his pocket and cut his own hand off, cauterizing it with wood from a nearby fire.

I have always loved stories and fables about water nasties, and the Kelpie is my absolute favourite. Reblogging this primarily for Mrs. Dirty though, who has one of her very own :)

So, I’m not dead or anything…

I’ve been busily busy trying to make a thorough go of my Personal Style blog, working at my 9-5 job, and generally fucking about and having a fairly woo-lite existence.

I also went to Finland, Sweden and Estonia for three weeks in there somewhere. These photos are of me at the Helsinki Botanic Gardens, and I’m fairly certain are me posed with some genus of Monkshood/Wolfsbane or similar. They were gorgeous, buzzing with bumble bees and bad-intent.

The gardens of Stepford Manor have been left to their own devices for much of the year, and as a result they’re a bit feral and hostile. There are poisonous spiders under every leaf, there are hated snails and slugs clustering under pot rims, and the plants are growing as they please, which is to say to propagate without really providing anything to eat.

Strangely enough, the soil has never looked healthier and is teeming with worms, my most hated of household familiars.

Spring is, however, upon us. I have planted out some 40 bulbs of my dad’s garlic, which he bought off a monk at a medieval fair. My fingers are itching to bake bread. Soon the seasonal beers from the USA will be available here in Australia, and I will begin my 31 Nights of Horror: Werewolves.

Do I miss the woo? Yes and no. It felt forced towards the time that I left it earlier this year, and disingenuous. What I truly miss, more than anything, is the voices of my beloved ones: Veles, Graveyard Dirt, Scylla, Master Cole…

I still stalk you all, obviously, so more than just those names above. I’ve just got my feet planted in another world right now.

That said’, I always have a hand thoroughly entwined with the weed-choked, gingerbread brick path upon which all my favourite dark souls walk, and I’m always just a stones throw away.

Hoping to post some travel and garden porn for you all over the rest of this month.

All my love and malicious thoughts,

Xx

The Witch of Stepford

http://kaukomieli.tumblr.com/post/56790209276/of-my-favorite-phenomena-in-the-finnish-folklore

kaukomieli:

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Of my favorite phenomena in the Finnish folklore is that of metsänpeitto. Literally it means “forest’s cover” (or blanket).

It’s something that can happen to people and farm animals alike - when they are walking in a familiar forest, even one in which it’s thought to be impossible to get lost, they suddenly cannot recognize anything around them, as if they’d come to a part of the forest they’ve never seen. It is said that sounds grow quiet or muffled, light and even the forest itself appear to change, even turn upside down. This is not all - it is also said that those concealed by the forest cannot be seen or heard by other people passing by (and may appear like stones or tree-stumps). Sometimes those in metsänpeitto never find their way out, but sometimes they may find themselves walking into their back yard or wherever they were headed, or end up kilometers away (but in a place they recognize).

Common ways to try to get out of metsänpeitto include turning one’s clothes inside out and looking through their own legs. Those looking for the lost may also turn their clothes inside out, look through tangled and knotted trees and roots, and pouring water into the tracks. Someone with the ability to find people or animals in metsänpeitto is called “päästäjä”, which could be translated as “releaser”.

In folklore metsänpeitto is said to be caused by forest spirits or hobgoblins. It is suggested that such symptoms may be caused by diabeted or other medical issues. (Many are quick to point out that it’s not contagious though, and therefore doesn’t explain why other people can’t see those in metsänpeitto.)

druid-glade:

Cernunnos shortbread mold

Ugh! I don’t even worship Cernunnos and I want this fucker.
OK, want is not strong enough a term.
Need.
I need this shit in my kitchen.

druid-glade:

Cernunnos shortbread mold

Ugh! I don’t even worship Cernunnos and I want this fucker.

OK, want is not strong enough a term.

Need.

I need this shit in my kitchen.

thenorthwestforager:

Field Search - (April 12/14)

Found a great multitude of Cattail today while foraging at Waverly Drive Marsh in Albany Oregon. If you know of some Cattail in your area, now’s the time to pull up a few handfuls for a refreshing snack! Be sure to husk off the outer leaves to find the crunchy soft center. Flavor resembles a sweet grass dominated by cucumber. Great tasting fresh or on a salad but also great for cooking - as you would with leeks - and a perfect pickle substitute.

Cheers!

-Henry

daysofmay:

Long Easter weekend = extra time at my desk to work on my Illustration Friday submission on the topic ‘Natural’.

I completely missed the Blackberry season this year because I was busy being a giant goose and worrying about this and that and focusing on all the wrong things in life.
Next year, I will be ready. Next year, I will pick all the blackberries that I can find and I will bake pies and boil cordials and stew hooch and make all manner of other delicious and foraged treasures!

daysofmay:

Long Easter weekend = extra time at my desk to work on my Illustration Friday submission on the topic ‘Natural’.

I completely missed the Blackberry season this year because I was busy being a giant goose and worrying about this and that and focusing on all the wrong things in life.

Next year, I will be ready. Next year, I will pick all the blackberries that I can find and I will bake pies and boil cordials and stew hooch and make all manner of other delicious and foraged treasures!