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  • The Ugliest Truth I Grew From A  Reflection on Betrayal, Trust, and Healing

    The Ugliest Truth I Grew From A Reflection on Betrayal, Trust, and Healing


    Truth

    Some truths do not come wrapped in lessons or soft landings. The ugliest truth I have had to grow from is not about heart break. It is at least not how you would expect it to be. It was not a breakup or a solo betrayal. I learned repeatedly that the people you let closest can hurt you the most. Oftentimes, the knives hide behind hugs.

    Relationships


    I was with this one woman for ten years, a lot of high school and young adulthood. We took a break for a few weeks, and she was married to my “best friend.” Neither of them said a word till’ it was done. Not a warning, or a check-in. Just a wedding announcement with my past all dressed up and pretty in my best man’s arm. Like we hadn’t meant a thing, like I had not trusted her with the worst parts of the last decade… and she the same with me.

    Maybe that’s what made it worse at the time. It wasn’t just about the girl that hurt me. I mean the man was my best friend. The two I thought were going to be my family forever. Turns out they both can forget I even exist in less than two months.

    Then comes in the parade of women who loved the idea of me but never the weight of me. They wanted poetry not presence. They saw me as a soft place to land not a person with his own storms. I would show up, pour in, give them real and all I got in return were lame excuses. Vibes without effort. Promises with no follow through.

    At one point (well actually many points) I made myself believe I was too much. I now know was asking for bare minimum. Match my energy. Mean what you say. Show up like I do.

    What Breaks me

    What breaks me the most isn’t even them. It is the repeated chances I have given most people before and after them. The ugliest truth is that I used to trust too quickly. Believed too deeply. Gave way too much, much too soon. I just did not want to live like the world was full of liars. But the fact simply is some people are. Some people see your heart as something to step around. Some will touch your wounds with dirty fingers. Some will allow you to carry them until you fold under the weight of them.

    And when I finally broke, I rebuilt smaller, and tighter. With iron clad boundaries I hold like barb wire. That’s what growth looked like: not forgiveness and not grace. Just knowing better and loving harder from further away.

    Growth

    I grew from this experience. Not everyone who reaches for you deserves a seat at your table. And trust should never be given before it is actually earned.


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  • The 8 Pagan Sabbats: Dates, Themes, Deities, and Sacred Correspondences

    The 8 Pagan Sabbats: Dates, Themes, Deities, and Sacred Correspondences

    1. Yule – Winter Solstice (Dec 20–23)

    Theme: Rebirth of the Sun, inner reflection, hope Colors: Red, green, white, gold, silver Crystals: Garnet, clear quartz, bloodstone Herbs: Pine, cedar, cinnamon, frankincense, rosemary Symbols: Yule log, candles, evergreen wreaths, sun wheels Deities: Holly King & Oak King (dueling seasonal forces) Frau Holle, The Dagda, Isis, Sol Invictus, Mother Goddesses

    2. Imbolc – (Feb 1–2)

    Theme: Purification, inspiration, new beginnings Colors: White, light blue, pale yellow Crystals: Amethyst, moonstone, selenite Herbs: Chamomile, basil, bay, snowdrop, angelica Symbols: Candles, Brigid’s cross, seeds, snowdrops Deities: Brigid (Celtic goddess of fire, poetry, healing) Vesta, Hestia, Gaia

    3. Ostara – Spring Equinox (Mar 20–23)

    Theme: Balance, fertility, growth Colors: Pastels (pink, green, lavender, baby blue) Crystals: Rose quartz, aquamarine, moss agate Herbs: Dandelion, violet, lavender, clover Symbols: Eggs, hares, flowers, seeds Deities: Eostre (Anglo-Saxon spring goddess) Persephone, Freya, Flora

    4. Beltane – (Apr 30–May 1)

    Theme: Fire, fertility, passion, union Colors: Red, green, white, gold Crystals: Carnelian, garnet, emerald Herbs: Hawthorn, rose, thyme, mugwort Symbols: Maypole, bonfires, flowers, ribbons Deities: The Green Man, Cernunnos (horned god) Flora, Aphrodite, Pan, Maia

    5. Litha – Summer Solstice (June 20–23)

    Theme: Power, abundance, illumination Colors: Gold, yellow, orange, red Crystals: Citrine, sunstone, tiger’s eye Herbs: St. John’s Wort, basil, sage, chamomile Symbols: Sun, fire, oak, honey Deities: Ra, Apollo, Hathor, Lugh, Amaterasu

    6. Lughnasadh / Lammas – (Aug 1)

    Theme: First harvest, sacrifice, gratitude Colors: Orange, yellow, brown, gold Crystals: Amber, peridot, citrine Herbs: Wheat, corn, sunflower, rosemary Symbols: Bread, grain, cornucopia, scythe Deities: Lugh (Celtic craftsman and warrior god) Demeter, Tailtiu, Ceres

    7. Mabon – Autumn Equinox (Sept 20–23)

    Theme: Balance, second harvest, giving thanks Colors: Deep red, brown, gold, dark green Crystals: Jasper, smoky quartz, labradorite Herbs: Apples, sage, marigold, cinnamon Symbols: Apples, wine, grapes, pumpkins Deities: Mabon ap Modron, The Crone, Dionysus, Pomona

    8. Samhain – (Oct 31–Nov 1)

    Theme: Death, endings, honoring ancestors, the veil Colors: Black, orange, purple, silver Crystals: Obsidian, onyx, labradorite Herbs: Mugwort, wormwood, rosemary, sage Symbols: Skulls, bones, pumpkins, candles Deities: The Morrigan, Hecate, Anubis, Hel, Cailleach, Osiris


    If you want to explore the physical & digital side of Poeaxtry, the stores are always open. Physical items like handmade pieces, ritual tools, and select creations live only on Etsy. Digital books, zines, and downloads are available through Gumroad, Etsy, & Payhip. As well as some being available on Kindle & Amazon. The same fingers click the keys across all shops, just different formats for different hands, needs, and screens.


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  • How My Father’s Absence Taught Me to Be Present: A Story of Survival and Impact

    How My Father’s Absence Taught Me to Be Present: A Story of Survival and Impact


    Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.

    It wasn’t the kind of impact most people celebrate, but it changed everything about whom I became. My dad taught me about boundaries by constantly violating them. He’d call and say he was coming to see me. “Be ready,” he’d say. I’d sit there, bag packed, watching the window all weekend. And most of the time… he never showed.


    He never paid child support. Never helped. Not financially, not emotionally. But he always made sure I knew what disappointment felt like, like it was his signature on my childhood.


    And still, in a strange way, he taught me.
    Because of him, I became the kind of person who honors their word. Who shows up. Who doesn’t use love as bait or trust as a trick. I am fiercely in tune with my own boundaries because I know what it’s like when no one respects them.


    He taught me who I’d never be especially as a man.
    He showed me that masculinity built on control and silence will always collapse. Mine is built on presence, softness, and honesty. I know that real strength means protecting others from the kind of pain I lived through.
    So yeah… maybe that’s a kind of impact. Maybe even a gift. Just one I wrapped myself in survival.


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  • Spill: Letters from Poeaxtry, Volume Three Turns Out They Like Sad Trans Poems After All

    Spill: Letters from Poeaxtry, Volume Three Turns Out They Like Sad Trans Poems After All

    Newsletter Vol. 3 — May 12th, 2025

    The One Where I Got Published… Thrice.
    Dear reader in the wilds of the prism,
    You know those months where you blink and suddenly your inbox goes from “we regret to inform you” to “we’d love to publish your work”?
    Yeah. That happened.

    In the past few weeks, I’ve had three poems accepted, two rejections (because balance, of course), and I officially partnered with Forever with Pride which is a UK-based queer e-magazine and online store that actually gives a damn about uplifting trans and minority voices.

    It’s been a surreal stretch. Not in the dreamlike, float-above-your-body kind of way. However, more like I tripped into a publishing alley and somehow hit three bullseyes with a busted pen and a pocketful of trauma.
    So naturally, I’m celebrating.
    Well, WE are celebrating

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    Whether you’re new to my work or have read me sobbing through syllables since the beginning, this is for you. These pieces were written between hormone shots and grief spirals, in hospital parking lots and on trailheads, with shaking hands that still wrote anyway.
    Publishing feels weird when you were never sure you were even allowed to speak.
    But here I am. Still writing. Still showing up. Still turning my story into spell work and eBooks stitched from leftover bravery.

    Maybe you’re reading this because you’re one of the ones who believed before I ever had a byline. Maybe you’re new and wondering why this trans guy keeps mailing you metaphors about dirt and ghosts and gender. Either way I’m damn glad you’re here.
    This is just the beginning.
    That I know is a fact.

    Community, Submissions, and the Power of Voice

    The Prism Discord is growing — and so are the projects.
    If you’re looking for a place to share your work, connect with other creatives, and find opportunities to get published, come join us.
    Right now, we’ve got two major submission calls open:

    Voices for the Voiceless — an ongoing eBook project highlighting art, poetry, and essays from marginalized voices in the aftermath of the 2024 election. Open to BIPOC, queer, disabled, immigrant, trans, and allied creatives. Submission cap? None for visual art, 10 for poems, and 2 essays. Deadline? September 2 (for now). The Joy They Cannot Erase a trans masc and nonbinary masc-centered collection that will become a full eBook project. Open to those who identify across the masc spectrum. More details, prompts, and themes coming soon but it’s already in motion. Looking for solo pieces and bros who want to go all in on one piece.

    Got a piece that fits? Submit it. Got questions? Come ask in the server. Just want to read and vibe? You’re welcome too.

    We’re building something honest, weird, and inclusive one poem, one eBook, one voice at a time.

    Or visit the updates button above for more.
    Now that’s out of the way have a goood day!

    Until next spill,
    Where the wild things write.
    Where silence softens.
    Where stories spill.

    With ink, bruised knees, and gratitude,
    Axton N. O. Mitchell

    @poeaxtry_

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    HTML & web design (so you can build your own digital altar) Creative and professional writing (because sometimes the magic needs structure) Storytelling, poetry, journaling, publishing, and beyond
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    No subscriptions. No gatekeeping.
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  • What’s Your Craft? Exploring the Power of Witchcraft, Creativity, and Ritual

    What’s Your Craft? Exploring the Power of Witchcraft, Creativity, and Ritual

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    Craft is one of those rare words that refuses to be boxed in.

    As a noun, it speaks to the artistry of our hands, the steady, patient making of something real. Pottery. Woodwork. Poems stitched from lived experience. It’s tactile. Rooted. Intentional.

    As a verb, it’s the act of shaping.

    To craft is to labor with love, to chisel something from nothing a story, a home, a spell. It’s not just about hands; it’s about heart, history, and sometimes hardship.

    Then there’s a craft the kind that takes to water or air, built to carry us far from where we began. A vessel. A leap of faith. Something that sails or soars, as we do when we dare to create.

    But my favorite use?
    The Craft.
    Witchcraft.

    Ancestral. Personal. A reclamation of power in a world that too often tries to take it.
    It’s not all candles and crystals. Sometimes, it’s shadow work, hex-breaking, protection,
    or grief alchemy. It’s the silence of a ritual done
    in secret, or the roar of community rising in a circle.

    And here’s the thing…
    We should all try to be as versatile, as flexible, as unapologetically multifaceted as the word craft itself.
    To be a maker and a mover.
    To hold stillness and momentum.
    To be the spell, the hands that cast it, and the vessel it travels in.
    So, tell me what’s your craft?

    What do you build, shape, summon, or release?
    Whether you work with herbs or heartache, paint or protest, your craft is sacred.
    Share it. Speak it. Own it.
    Seriously feel free to share whatever you’d like 👍

    Much love always,
    Axton N.O. Mitchell
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  • What Freedom Means to a Trans Man: Raw, Radical, and Unfinished

    What Freedom Means to a Trans Man: Raw, Radical, and Unfinished


    What does freedom mean to you?

    Freedom isn’t a buzzword or a flag on a bumper sticker. It’s not just fireworks and barbecues. It’s not the illusion of choice sold to us by systems never built for all of us. For me, freedom is visceral something I had to fight for inch by inch, name by name, scar by scar.

    As a transgender man, freedom started with survival. It was the right to exist without apology. To wake up in a body I could live in, not just endure. It’s having the power to say, “This is who I am.” It is reflected on my ID, my prescriptions, and the way I’m addressed by the world. I legally changed my name. I transitioned with hormones and surgery. Doing this helped me achieve the ability to define myself instead of being defined by others. That’s a freedom some people never get to taste, and one I don’t take lightly.

    I come from West Virginia. It’s a place where the word freedom echoes loudest around gun safes. It resonates in hunting camps and alongside American flags. My grandfather was a cop. My family served in the military. Guns weren’t politics, they were just part of life. And I still believe in the right to own firearms. I believe in the right to protect yourself. This right is important, especially when the systems meant to protect you decide you’re not worth protecting. I believe in free speech, even when it’s messy. I believe that the Constitution wasn’t perfect. However, the ideals in it about liberty and justice for all are still worth chasing.

    Freedom means being able to walk down the street without being seen as a threat or a target. It means my medical decisions are mine, not the government’s. It means I get to live out loud and still feel safe. It means art without censorship. Relationships without judgment. Life without someone else holding the reins.

    And it means more than just me. True freedom means no one is left behind. It means immigrants, disabled people, queer folks, people of color, and the poor have the same rights. We all deserve the same chances and the same humanity. If your freedom depends on mine being taken away, then it was never freedom to start with.

    Freedom, to me, is raw, radical, and unfinished. I’ll keep writing, speaking, and living until it becomes real for everyone.


  • Carrying the Unspoken: A Trans Man’s Journal on Loss, Love, and Survival

    Carrying the Unspoken: A Trans Man’s Journal on Loss, Love, and Survival


    “I still carry the sound of your promises that never made it past your teeth.”

    -Axton N.O. Mitchell

    Hi Jake.

    I know I swore I let go of all this shit.
    All of you.
    But I still carry the sound of promises that never made it past your teeth.

    Dad
    the disappearing act that always came with excuses,
    the birthdays you ghosted like it was a tradition.
    The ball games, the plays, the sick days, you’d call for them all big or small.
    I carry the echo of your words:
    I’ll be there this time.
    You never were.

    I miss you Momma!

    I carry the way Mom said my name
    right before everything stopped.
    Eight days before I turned 30, my sisters both not even 21. She stopped existing in a world that never deserved her.
    I still talk to her like she can hear me.
    They did teach us energy gets replaced it never leaves.
    Maybe that’s the part I haven’t let go of.
    I doubt I have let go of much but her physically.
    Maybe that’s the part I never should let go.
    I won’t. I can’t let more of her slip away. She falls through the cracks between my fingers as I pretend. I was definitely not crying again. Not that anyone asked.

    I’m the Problem, so They must be the Reason.

    I carry the weight of being told I make people miserable,
    like I’m a curse wrapped in skin.
    The way an ex said I’d ruin everything I touched the opposite of that king Midas, I think. I don’t remember, but as a kid, my mom would read me a book. It was about a king who turned everything to gold.


    As well as other Ex’s and other things they said they never meant to say… but still said.
    Anyway, for a while, I believed them.
    Because when you hear it often enough,
    it doesn’t sound like abuse anymore.
    It sounds like proof.

    The Demons they Left behind

    And honestly, if I’m being real, it still does when the demon bpd shows his ass. It’s way further apart than it was known to be in history but I’m still clearly sore in many places. I don’t like to talk directly about that shit.
    It’s hard when the person you talked to the only one is located on your shelf in an urn. What a joke.
    The weight of all this is sometimes enough to drown me, I fear.

    Those People who left When Axton stopped Hiding


    The people who said they loved me
    until I came-out, found me, or loved me.
    I chose a name that fit, and they couldn’t try to call me it.
    I started to look like someone they hadn’t imagined. So they didn’t come around and get used to me as I changed. They decided it was better to walk away.


    I carry the silence that followed coming out,
    the way their love had fine print and conditions. That I didn’t see until I bled through it, of fucking course.
    They loved the version of me I had to bury.
    But I didn’t die with her, she was always a shield for a boy too weak to exist. You just knew him by a different name and set of pronouns.


    I became something more. I was lonelier at first. Fresh out of my shell. I found my tribe, and the more, I grow the louder I am about equality for everyone.
    That scares them,
    so, it is theirs to hold.

    I’ve got enough of my own weight to carry.
    And I do.
    Every damn day. I carry all the things I said I had burned.
    The truth is I just folded them up,
    pressed them behind my ribs like a sad collection.
    I still read those letters sometimes.
    They still sting.
    And I can’t do a thing to stop them from opening.

    “Every damn day, I carry all the things I said I had burned. I still read those letters sometimes.”

    -Axton N.O. Mitchell

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  • When My Brain Becomes the Villain: A BPD Poem

    When My Brain Becomes the Villain: A BPD Poem

    Brain Problems Dawg

    an original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell

    I hate that I have my 

    brain. You know? 

    And 

    I hate that all these 

    words get caught in my 

    throat. 

    And 

     I hate that I have to 

    choke them down 

    so

    I can hold back all the 

    tears. My eyes wish to 

    betray me

    and 

    spill like the ink of the 

    poems I’ll never write 

    on the pages I’ll never

     send. 


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  • Why I Stand Against Donald Trump: A Trans Man’s Daily Prompt Response

    Why I Stand Against Donald Trump: A Trans Man’s Daily Prompt Response


    Daily writing prompt
    What public figure do you disagree with the most?

    Donold J Trump.

    Imagine you are standing in a storm of cruelty. You are clutching not just a rainbow umbrella. It is one stitched with every color and shape of a humanity. You are standing shoulder to shoulder with migrants. You are with trans folks, disabled people, and BIPOC. You are with everyone who was ever told they were “too different” to belong. Only then do you have to watch a vile man rise up. He stands on all your friends’ backs. He purposely pushes them down further into their despair. For people who believe in equal rights his stance is a threat, not just disagreeable.

    His MAGA brand is built on fear, division, and cruelty. Explain this, we banned trans people in sports since they are much too tough. Then we turn around and ban them from the armed services because they are too weak? Make it make sense for me if you can, please?

    The man caged kids. Does it actually matter that they were migrants? I mean kids are kids! What happened to you caring about the babies so much? He mocks the vulnerable. He mocks the disabled.

    He threw paper towels in Puerto Rico. He mimicked a reporter’s voice. These actions should have been more than enough to not reelect him. Not to mention, justice, freedom of speech, and due process are reserved for the straight, rich, white, and cis men. Sometimes their wives benefit as well.

    Supporting him is turning your back on your fellow working-class Americans who he wishes to erase. It is excusing harm because you weren’t the one harmed first.

    It is comfort at the cost of someone else’s survival. He promised cheaper gas and groceries. The same groups who cried for that during Joe Biden are okay with paying more now. It is as if the economy they were so worried about isn’t collapsing under the weight of Trump’s failures. If equality is the goal, that makes Trump the storm we were built to withstand.
    ALL HAIL DADDY TRUMP.


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  • Witch’s Guide to Spiritual Protection & Warding

    Witch’s Guide to Spiritual Protection & Warding


    🧨Protective Herbs & Uses:



    Rosemary-
    (all purpose) wards, spirits, cleanses, boosts clarity

    mugwort-
    spirit defense, dream protection, enhance intuition


    Bay Leaf-
    banishing, curse breaking, personal boundary enforcement

    Basil-
    drives out chaos, invites harmony, protects sacred places

    Clove-
    prevents gossip, hexes, and energetic drain

    Thyme-
    guards against nightmares and lingering grief

    Cedar-
    purifies and forms a strong barrier (burn or hang in doorway)

    Rue-
    highly protective, blocks dark magic and hexes

    Lavender-
    soothes the spirit and shields manipulation

    🎇Setting Protections:



    Protection is an important part of spiritual practice. You lock your doors at night to keep your homes safe just as Pagans us protective rituals, symbols, and tools to keep unwanted energies, spiritual intrusions, or negativity at bay.

    Here is how basic protections work:

    🧨Cleansing First:

    General Cleansing
    Before you set your protections cleanse yourself and your area. This removes negative energies.

    Use smoke to cleanse or smudge with rosemary, mugwort, cedar, or incense.

    Use salt bowls in corners or sprinkled across doorways. Use sound bells, chimes, clapping, and drumming.

    Use water moon water, Florida water, or lightly salted water to wipe down objects and doors.

    Visualization imagine white or gold light flooding the space or covering yourself.

    Use cleansings after arguments or illness, before and after rituals, when moving to a new home, if you feel drained or anxious.

    🎇Symbols of Protection:

    Pentacle, general protection & element balance. Hagalaz, disrupts hostile magic, and breaks curses. The Evil Eye, reflects envy, jealousy, or malice. The Ankh, protection of life force, and spiritual grounding. The Celtic Knot, interconnectedness and divine protection. The Crossroads used to confuse or block negative forces.

    🧨Protection Rituals:

    🕯Warding and sealing
    Prevents harmful energies, spirits, or people from influencing you.


    How to:
    First cleanse your space and yourself. Light a black or white candle and say aloud “No harm may enter; no ill will shall stay. I protect this space in every way.” Seal windows and doors with symbols, salt, or protective herbs.

    📦Mirror Boxes

    Powerful protective spell used to reflect negative energy, curses, or intentions back to sender. This is not aggressive, does no harm, simply returns energy. You will need a small box, 4-6 mirrors or a piece of broken mirror, personal item of target or their name written on paper, black cloth or salt for sealing.

    How to:
    First cleanse space. Second place mirrors inside the box facing inward, so then energy reflects in then out again. Third place the personal item in the center. (Optional sprinkle protective herbs inside box) Fourth close the box & wrap in dark cloth if desired. Fifth store somewhere safe or bury it off your property esp. if it is a serious situation.

    Use this:
    if someone is sending repeated negative energy or psychic attacks, protection from gossip, manipulation, & hexes, or if gentler protections are not working.

    🥚Egg Cleansing-


    (Limpia) used to absorb and remove negative energy, spiritual heaviness, illness, or curses.You will need 1 raw egg, a clear glass of water, salt, optional rosemary or incense for cleansing before and after.

    How To:
    Step one pass egg through incense smoke or over candle flame carefully or wipe with salt/vinegar. Say, “I cleanse you of all energy that is not mine. You are here to heal and reveal.”

    Step two set intention by saying, “With this egg, I draw out all harmful energy, attachments, fear, illness, or pain. I am cleared, protected, and restored.”

    Step three slowly roll or sweep egg from head to toe, as close to your skin as possible. Focus on your forehead, back of the neck, hears, stomach, feet, or any part that feels off. You can do this in silence or while chanting or repeating affirmations. Spend 5-10 mins or longer if needed.

    Step four crack egg in the glass of water, do not break yolk, and let sit for 5-10 minutes in a quiet space.

    Step five optional but traditional, read the results.

    Clear yolk
    little to no movement, clean or minor issues. Bubbles or Spikes– absorbed negative energy.

    Cloudy Strands-
    spiritual heaviness or illness.

    Black or Red Spots-
    Stronger energy, jealousy, evil eye, psychic attack.

    Figures or Faces-
    possible spirit interference or trauma held in aura.


    Note: Sometimes it is better to not read the results, if you are emotionally vulnerable. The egg has done its job either way. Step six dispose of it, flush the egg and water down the toilet or bury it away from your home. Wash glass with salt water or throw it away if possible.

    Use this after traumatic event, if you feel emotionally or spiritually heavy, when you suspect evil or psychic attack, before or after shadow and spell work, after being in a large crowd or intense place, before a major life change or ritual, and if your home cleanse was not enough.

    🎇Ward:


    Energy Sentinels
    A ward is a spiritual barrier or guardian that watches and protects you and your space. It can be a physical object or energetic like a sigil or spell.


    🧨Ward objects:


    Jars filled with herbs, nails, and salt
    Knotted strings or thread
    Crystals
    Drawn Sigils or runes on doorways and windows
    Protective dolls, keys, or iron items


    🎇Simple Ward Protection:


    First Choose and cleanse your ward item.

    Second charge it with intention “I charge you to guard this space. No harm shall pass. No ill shall enter.”

    Third visualize the object glowing or pulsing with protective energy.

    Fourth place it near entry points or at the center of your home.

    Fifth re-charge monthly or after any major spiritual events.

    Use wards to
    guard home, altar, or personal items, alert you to energy shifts, and keep energy from intruding during your sleep, rituals, or shadow work.

    🧨Protection Jar: (Witch Bottles)-


    Sealed vessels meant to trap or deflect energy, ancient, stubborn, protection. You will need: small jar or vial, nails, pins, herbs (rosemary, black pepper, bay, etc.), salt, black or red thread or string, personal item or sigil, candle for sealing (black, white, or red).

    How to make:

    First cleanse jar and materials.

    Second layer ingredients while speaking intent aloud Example: “Only peace may pass these walls.”

    Third add persons item like hair, a written sigil, or petition paper.

    Fourth seal the jar with candle wax.

    Fifth bury at the edge of your property or somewhere safe.Use this when you move into a new space, you feel targeted or unsafe, or you need long-term passive protection.

    🎇Sigils and Personal Symbols:

    Sigils are personalized spells in visual form, crafted for your needs, carried as your silent guardians.

    How To Make a Sigil:

    Step one- write your intention example: “I am protected from all harm.”

    Step two- remove all duplicate letters.

    Step three- rearrange remaining letters into a shape, pattern, or symbol.

    Step four- Draw it with intention, on paper, your skin, or an object.

    To charge a sigil: burn it, breathe into it, leave it under moon or sunlight, or trace it in salt or ash.

    Use Your Sigil: on mirrors, doors, jewelry, draw in journals or on spell work, put inside shoes, wallets, or carve on candles.

    🧨Protections for Travel, Sleep, and Digital Life:

    Even the quiet places in your life deserve a good coat of armor.


    🚕Travel-

    Option One: Carry a sachet with rosemary, black tourmaline, and a small key. Option two: draw a protection sigil on luggage tags or shoe soles. Option three: Whisper a protection chant before travel: “Where I walk, no harm may follow.”


    🛌Sleep-

    Option one: Place amethyst or black tourmaline under pillow or bed. Option two: Use lavender and mugwort sachets. Option three: hang a protective charm (sigil, iron, or bell) above your bed. Option four: cleanse bedding with incense spray or moon water.


    💻Digital Life-

    Option one:
    cleanse phone by wiping with saltwater or herbal spray.

    Option two:
    set boundaries on apps, block hat drains you.

    Option three:
    use a common sigil as your lock screen background.

    As always, I appreciate you taking the time to read this. I hope you learned something useful from this. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask. Either leave me feedback or view my connections page to see all the ways you could possibly reach me.


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