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Kesha “Praying” Spell

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This song has opened up a space in my heart for self growth that I wanted to share with you all. Here is the link to youtube.

Growth— 

Oh, but after everything you’ve done I can thank you for how strong I have become.

Acorn

Strength and Courage—

‘Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell. I had to learn how to fight for myself.

Bay Leaves

Mint

Black Cohosh

Pennyroyal

Thyme

Healing—

I’m proud of who I am.

Allspice

Angelica Root

Cedar

Rosemary

Stops Nightmares—

No more monsters, I can breathe again.

Anise Seeds

Ending Relationships—

And we both know all the truth I could tell, I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell.

Turnips

Put whatever you have from this list in a sachet or jar.  You can cover the jar in the wax of a green candle or just watch one burn. After it dries, shake it while listening to Kesha and realize that you can come out the other side of your pain like she has. 

Shake when needed. 

On hate, curses, and growth

I was SO full of hate. I had, and still have, every right to be.Hate is full and warm, it holds your hand through the fire. I cursed the president, I cursed my rapists. It was for justice, activism, and stability. 

I wavered on cursing my father, in case my loving dad was in there somewhere. Foolish. He then cut me out of his life for speaking my truth.  

I tried to come up with a fitting final blow when it occured to me. Hate wasn’t the strongest thing in my life anymore. My poetry had stopped being about the pain he caused me anymore.  

I talked of gardens, of oceans and laughter. Hate had gotten me through so much, but I felt I had gotten to a point in my journey that I no longer needed it. 

Hate leaves me torn open like a fleeing friend. I don’t curse my father. 

I write out spells to help me and others, instead. 

If you have gone through anything and would like to talk, I am here. I can help with curses, I can help with spells, I can help with advice. 

Much love. 

If I learned anything from growing up christian, it is that people’s relationship with what and who they believe in all change and flow. The church or whoever believes they are right can try and push their way of doing things on others.

But

There are like 33,000 Protestant denominations that didn’t like being told what to do or how to believe and went and did their own thing.

When I feel the goddesses

I inhale as sage burns. The smoke wraps around me and my mind quiets. It fills me and Hecate is there. 

I have never felt Artemis with a bow in my hand. I have never been so skilled. instead, I sit next to her in old trees. We listen to the air. 

Aphrodite is near me when I gaze at myself in the mirror and have no hateful thoughts about my body. She swims in my bath water, happy that I am taking care of myself. 

Athena is in my intense need for battle and for standing my ground. She helps me flip the pages of my books.

Hestia is there in the candles I light. She flickers and dances in the flame, illuminating my face. 

Hera beckons me when I hold my tongue. She stands by as I create my own healing in the silence. 

Persephone is in the smell of spring. As the rain hits the pavement and falls down on me, I am in her embrace. 

Demeter watches when I must compromise and when I must smile through aches to survive. 

Praying for My Soul to Bloom

Athena,

Guide my mind into the open flames of change. Allow my old leaves to float away from my open hands.

Artemis,

Show me my way into the wilderness of thought, into the abysmal green lands that frighten. Let your creatures walk with me. 

Aphrodite, 

My soul searches for me, the body it carries is lost in an ocean of doubt. Wash my self-hatred from my throat. 

Hera,

Butterfly wings pull me up into the evergreen trees, because you are a believer in hearts overcoming themselves. 

Persephone, 

Darkness isn’t always a terror, a rotten thing. It binds and comforts, allows for introspection. Grow signs along my path. 

Demeter, 

She knows I walk the path of the unmade. I have much to do, but I am not broken. 

Hecate,

The wisp of wind exhales from my lips as newness is drawn into me. Love me through my transformation. 

Hestia, 

Watch as I stumble into a new welcoming place. The walk is uncomfortable, but you are holding my hand.