What are the main rules that witches usually follow, or things you do to your home to keep the peace? I've seen videos about purifying your home and protecting it from bad karma and evil spirits, like protecting mirrors and keeping your shoes and bags off of counters/tables. Keeping bunches of rosemary outside of your door. I'm not sure, is there a basics list? Thanks!

If you could also tell me a brief explanation of what it means I would greatly appreciate it ❤️

https://www.bostonglobe.com/2024/10/30/metro/stormy-daniels-salem-witches/

EDIT: Found him! He somehow climbed into a CLOSED KITCHEN DRAWNER. All you who said he was probably in some nook in the house were right. The crazy thing is, I looked in that drawer! I pulled it out, checked it, thought "this is crazy, he can't open drawers, but I should probably check anyway." And he wasn't there, I swear.

After SIX HOURS, my husband walked past and saw the drawer was suddenly slightly open, and the cat's head pop out.

I noticed he was missing because he was quiet. He's NEVER quiet, he meows constantly. He was dead silent in a drawer for six hours. Now he's out, he's meowing constantly again.

So he's fine and I'm so mad at him. Thank you who saw this for your well wishes, I'm half convinced you all manifested him into that drawer from wherever he was.

My cat got out of the house somehow this morning and is missing. We literally just moved in, I'm not even sure how he got out, all the doors and windows have been shut all day except when we took the kids to school. He must has slipped out then, which is weird in and of itself because he's always been indoor only, he's never shown interest in going outside before, he's been hiding all yesterday and last night under a foot stool, and not one of the four of us saw him get out. But he's gone, so he must have. The house is still pretty much empty, so we know he's not inside anywhere.

He's very, very skittish. Scared of loud noises, scared of other cats, scared of people. He's never even seen a dog, and there are a TON in this neighborhood. He has no experience with getting in and out of yards, I'm so afraid he'll end up in a yard with dogs and not be able to escape. He's chipped, but it doesn't matter, he's terrified of strangers and will never let himself be caught. He loves us, but if he's too frightened, I don't think he'd let even us grab him, even if we found him.

He's my baby and I love him, and I've been so afraid of this ever happening because I know he'll be almost impossible to find or catch. And tomorrow is halloween, which is only going to drive him further away as he tries to get away from the noise and people.

I just really need some magic and prayers and whatever you have that he'll somehow end up back home.

I'm trying to finish up the Sanderson sisters' cottage and I'm lacking motivation. Looks like I'm celebrating at the stroke of midnight!

Baby witch here. How do I find/join a coven? I am in search of community and support. Any help/advice will be appreciated <3

I miss Ursula K Le Guin so much. She was a celebrated author who won many science fiction awards, including Hugo’s and Nebula’s. Please read this speech she gave.

https://speakola.com/grad/ursula-le-guin-we-are-volcanoes-bryn-mawr-1986

Miss Le Guin knew our power and she stood by it for her entire life.

The Woman Behind the Door of the Moon by Carolyn McVickar Edwards

N A DARK Halloween night a long while ago the sea was deep and black under the cape of the sky. The waves swelled shimmery green and crashed on the shore. Then something else began to swell beneath the waters. Thirteen silver fish boiled up to the surface of the sea and flipped onto the land. The fish panted on the sand, and the moon slipped into the sky from behind a cloud. That was when the thirteen silver fish changed to thirteen huge black dogs. The dogs leapt at the moon and then began to run. They hurtled across the beach and onto the road where they ran and ran until they came to the place where the road crossed with two others. And there at the road crossing, the dogs began to chase each other clockwise under the light of the moon. Out of the blur of fur and black came something else. Not fish, not dogs. This time girls. Women. Mothers. Cousins. Daughters. Nieces. Aunts. Grandmothers and granddaughters. Friends. All of them dancing and stepping high under the moon. "Hecate!" the people shouted. "Hecate!" they whispered. "Lady! Come to us!" They tipped their heads back and called to the moon. Called to the round white circle in the black velvet sky. "Mother! Hecate! Come to us!" A door opened. Up in the moon, a door opened. The people on the ground below breathed. A ladder came out of the door. Rung after rung, it slipped through the sky. Finally it reached the ground at the center of the circle. While the people in the circle looked up, a figure emerged from the door in the moon and began to climb down the ladder. The figure came closer and closer. And the people in the circle below began to see it was a Woman. Hooded and hunched. With a huge bag slung over Her robes. Down, down She traveled, until finally She stood in the center of the people. With both gnarled hands She heaved the bag off Her shoulder. Then She removed the hood from Her head. A little girl said, "You're here!" The Old Woman's face smiled. The moon lit the creases of Her skin and the white mane of Her hair. She opened the bag. Inside were glasses of milk foaming just at the brims and chocolate chip cookies with raisins and almonds. For eating and eating and eating. The girls ate. The mothers ate. The friends and the cousins and the grandmothers ate. The aunts and the nieces ate; the granddaughters ate. They ate until they were full. Then the Old Woman closed Her bag. And She climbed back into the sky. She pulled up Her ladder. And She closed the door. The moon glowed. The women below began to dance. Faster and faster they moved. A circle of light. Whirling round and round. And then black. Furry and black. Thirteen dogs, howling at the moon. Then running. Bounding and leaping together. Away from the crossroads. Away down the road. Back across the beach. Then panting at the edge of the sea. Panting and panting. Panting silver fish. Thirteen silver fish on the sand. Then a flinging of those fish bodies into the sea. The sea deep and dark under the cape of the sky. That's how it was on a Halloween night a long, long time ago.

Tonight I'm sitting outside on my backyard just as the sun is setting. It's like fire all red and orange around the sun but distant clouds are tinged pink. I see something out of the corner of my eye and I look right. Diving into the woods is a brilliant beautiful fox. It looked strong and healthy and gorgeous. I don't know what the next week has to hold but I'm holding on to the notion that this was an omen of good luck.

She could summon an entire unkindness of ravens (she also taught me that's the correct collective noun for them) just by raising her arm. She knew every remedy, whatever you were sick with, she'd cure it. She knew how to keep unwelcome guests away.

And for all of my childhood I wondered how she did it.

During her funeral (almost 12 years ago), her sister, my great aunt, told me that my grandma was very proud of me. And that kinda broke me, because I couldn't understand why she'd be proud of me.

What the hell is there about me to be proud of?

Then my ex went...bad. I had to go absolutely Papa Wolf to protect my children. I now have three amazing children who are still alive and I also have one amazing granddaughter.

I probably wouldn't be able to say that if my grandmother hadn't done her part in making me the human being I am today.

She was proud that I listened to her. I am grateful that I did.

From our household witch, Sekhmet.

I don't know what else to do. Thank for being here. I'm sorry for the long post.

These last few years have been a lot to navigate. My ex of 6 years left me 2 years ago after I crossed the country 34 weeks pregnant to start a family with him. Prior to that, while we were together, he got a little piece of property in a little town. This was shortly after we had travelled South America together. There's this beautiful celebration in Bolivia around January where you can get miniature items of what you want to manifest blessed in copal smoke by a curandera. We bought a little ceramic "plot of land". And then then he got this piece of land a few weeks later at a local tax auction. A year later, we decided that since we lived in an area with a housing crisis, we'd build our own tiny home. This was after me moving to this town to be with him while he worked in the bush. I was so alone and isolated and wanted to go back up the the Yukon where I would make good money and be able to be on employment insurance the winter, as he would be too, but he didn't want me to go because he was afraid I'd cheat on him. I stayed and worked a waitressing gig. As we were building the tiny home (the blueprints/plans, I designed, I put at least 2K into the house that was made for 8.5K, I helped with some aspects, but couldn't deal working with my ex to be honest), he saw another piece of property in his dream town, a wood lot for sale 25K for 67 acres at the same time. He asked if I was into it. I said yes. So he banked his paychecks while I paid for daily expenses etc. He made a lot better money than I did, but everything I could, I contributed to the tiny home and our life we were building together. He broke up with me the following summer. I built myself up, he asked for me back. Then dropped me. Then I again built myself up, and then he asked for me back, proposed to me, and then I got pregnant 10 days later. We sold our tiny home in the pandemic. The sales of this eventually went towards the down payment of "his" house. I worked 2 jobs while pregnant that summer and put money towards our plans. We moved out East, in a part of our country where I don't speak the main language, had our girl in the pandemic, it was hard. My mother left me when I was young, I grew up with my father, so motherhood brought up a lot of this mother wound. My ex took it all personally, that when I was reaching out for emotional support, I was making him feel guilty for not being enough.. somehow every way in which I was trying to ask for support during my struggle I did it wrong, I was being emotionally manipulative crying on the floor instead of just asking for a hug.. I cried more than the baby... it got super toxic. And then he ended up discarding me and left me homeless and jobless. I had built up a little buisness all by myself too while with my newborn, finished my herbalism studies, I was so proud of myself, in my dream home with the dream woods. Then it was all gone. Currently, my ex has screwed me financially. He gave me the lot we got from the land auction to make himself feel better about everything, but i just checked and it can't even be used for building because of the municipal by law for frontage. So he knew it was basically just worth the land value, which isn't much. Times when I asked for compensation for childcare I provided as a stay at home mom, while he went to school, so five days a week, 10/11 hours a day, he said since the childcare here is subsidized, he only owed me $10/day, when I asked for what I paid into the house, he told me the times I was paying half his mortgage while we were together, that was just rent. When I asked for just something of the property, he said that was all his labour. Yet, I have to share my daughter, who was entirely ALL my labour 50/50.

Now, he's trying to sell his wood lot for triple what he paid for it. I've asked repeatedly if we could just reconcile all this. Our province legally doesn't acknowledge common law partnerships. So legally he can just walk away with all the things in his name, but what kills me is that he's slowly infiltrating the community I have become a part of and that has become a beautiful support for while using this mask of being a feminist, an anarchist, a community guy, etc all the while, he knows he is screwing me over. He tries to make it out like he's so unattached to material possessions, yet literally turns his back on me.

It's been so difficult. Lately, I thought I could muster the energy for mediation. I looked through all our old messages as the wood lot and tiny home were coming into our lives. Just reading all his promises of being wanting us to build a life together, and how much he loves me, will never leave me, how magic I am for him, etc, that the land is ours to build our family on, that if anything ever happened, I could still live or build on that land.. and now I reached out to him, in a really non confrontational way, and he still ignores me.

I'm a Scorpio moon conjunct Pluto and this is hitting me so hard right now. I just want to manifest abundance. I want him to do the right thing so I can get me and my daughter in a good place. It breaks my heart he is doing this and now using his mask to have this lovely woman fall in love with him and build the dream he promised me with her.

For mediation I want to as for 30% - I feel this is fair. I most likely wont get it.. but I just would love guidance into how best navigate this whole situation.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

And that's my union pin. Today is our first day of collective bargaining.

This is my way of honouring the dead in my family, though, especially my grandma and grandpa. They taught me a lot. I don't only do this on samhein, but October, of course, is special.

What are some of your favorite TV shows and movies that have a more comforting yet witchy vibe? My personal favorite is Hilda, and I'm hoping to find something similar while spreading the love for this absolutely lovely show.