“SHE LOVES ME, SHE LOVES ME NOT…” We’ve probably all heard this childhood phrase at some point, usually whilst plucking the petals from a daisy. This whimsical playground game was first written down in the early 1800s, but by that point it was already ancient, with its origins stretching back through the mists of time to our very early pagan civilisations. The plucking of daisies whilst chanting this incantation is thought to go back to the ancient practise of flowermancy. Divining for love was, and still is, a very common ritual. The most common type of daisy used in this magickal practise was the oxeye daisy, as their much larger flower heads and loose petals, make it an ideal choice for divination. Daisies have always had magickal folklore attached to them. We’ve used them for all kinds of things since very early on in our human journey. They’re heavily connected to the Fae and the realms of fairies. In fact the Daisy crowns we still see children make now, were once crafted as protective amulets from Fairy magick. In ancient Norse lore, Oxeye Daisies were considered to be the sacred flower of the goddess Freya, the goddess of fertility, beauty and love. Daisies themselves are an ancient species of flower, and they grow on every single continent except the Antarctic. The ancient Egyptians were growing them and using them as herbal remedies since way before 2,200BC. There are even Egyptian stone carvings that date from at least 3000BC, which depict daisies. The oxeye daisy was often used in healing treatments for the eyes, as it was believed that because the daisy opened in the day and closed at night, that it mimicked the eyes of humans, and so in sympathetic magick it makes sense. The name “Daisy” itself comes from the old English word ‘dægesege’ literally meaning “the day’s eye”. In old Latin they were known as ‘solis oculus’ or “sun’s eye”. In Ancient Rome, Oxeye daisy oil was extracted from the flowers, then used to soak bandages in before dressing wounds. It was thought that the essential oils would sterilise the bandages and aid healing. In fact daisies were so important to the Romans, that sacks full of them flowers were taken on long journeys, by Roman soldiers, to help heal the wounds after battles. In the 16th century, the famous herbalist John Gerard, recommended daisies for treatment of migraines, menstrual pain, bruises and swelling. Henry VIII even ate huge amounts of daises to help alleviate his stomach ulcers. It was even believed that crushing daisies into wine and drinking it for 15 days solid, would cure insanity, although you’d probably be too drunk to notice anyway! Daisies are edible, and can be used for all kinds of foods. The flowers and leaves can be used in salads, the flower heads can be made into fritters and baked into breads and cakes, made into healing teas, pickled like capers or even just eaten raw fresh off the plant. Medicinally, daisies have long been known to help treat wounds and bruises, treat colds, aid with digestive issues and heal the skin. They’re anti-inflammatory the flowers can be crushed into a poultice to help heal wounds, or made into tinctures, balms and salves to heal angry skin conditions like eczema and psoriasis. All in all, these amazing and beautiful little flowers offer all the healing and magick of the sun and can be used magickally in spells and rituals connected to the sun, masculine energy and productivity. It’s pretty “eye opening” really. 🌼 💚

This is how the twisted word salad of this nonsensical agenda, gets you to question yourself. Clock it before they get in your head.

This is a movement of hate! Nobody is “trans” anything! There is no such thing. What there is, are men with fetishes and mental illness. Not a single person in “born in the wrong body” or one! This nonsense has to end and we have to start seeing this degenerate movement for the festering canker it is! x.com/StellarFox16/status/20…

.@Keir_Starmer, your statement says you have absolutely no tolerance for abhorrent scenes of violence like this on our streets. With respect, tolerance is not the issue. Nobody tolerates a near beheading on a residential street in Belfast. The question your statement carefully avoids is prevention. And prevention requires honesty about a pattern your government has consistently refused to name. A man in his thirties, a Somali national, pinned a man to the ground on a residential street and stabbed him repeatedly in the face and neck. Members of the public intervened with a hurling stick. A woman required hospital treatment for the stress of witnessing it. This happened in Northern Ireland, a place that has known more than its share of violence, and even there residents said they had never seen anything like it. Your government has presided over record small boat crossings. It has failed to proscribe the IRGC despite repeated promises. It has blocked the grooming gang inquiry for a year before being forced to concede it. It has spent £10 billion on asylum accommodation contracts. It has actively resisted measures that would have reduced the number of unvetted individuals entering and remaining in this country. The victims of these attacks are not statistics. They are British people, going about their lives on their own streets, who were failed before the attack happened. Failed at the border. Failed by a system that prioritises the rights of those who arrive illegally over the safety of those who were already here. Your thoughts are with the victim. So are ours. The difference is that thoughts are not policy. Thoughts do not secure borders. Thoughts do not remove individuals with no right to be here. Thoughts do not protect the next victim, whose name we do not yet know, on a street we cannot yet identify, from an attack that has not yet happened. How many more before the thoughts become action?

We all need to rise up and stop this atrocity!

Doctor explains what each Covid vaccine did to the bodies immune system and why they were spread out every 8 weeks

Graham Hancock asks the big question: "Humans existed for 300,000 years with brains wired like ours, yet civilization only emerged around 12,000 years ago." "Why didn't we do it sooner? Why did it take so long?" This gap challenges everything we think we know about human history. For most of our existence we left almost no trace of advanced societies, then suddenly agriculture, monumental architecture, and complex cultures appeared in multiple places. Hancock suggests maybe we’re missing a chapter, one hidden by time, catastrophe, or incomplete archaeology.

Yep! Ai is eating itself, it’s slop, it’s lazy, it’s not working, it’s not mathing!

How the ancients remembered. Whenever we see a documentary or read a history book about the ancient world, one thing that always stands out for me is how the so called “experts”, archeologists, palaeontologists, historians and others, seem to believe that our ancient history is somehow settled. Yet when we actually look at the evidence, we see it really isn’t. Think about it. The only evidence we ever find of earlier humans, are a few bones, stone tools and pottery fragments, some cave paintings perhaps. But What we do see are their impressive and massive monoliths, temples, pyramids and ruined sacred sites, and a few distant whispers of old stories and oral folklore, passed on across time and generations. As modern humans, we are obsessed with data. Our entire world is data driven. We obsessively store information on hard drives and digital “clouds”. We assume those things will last forever. But they won’t. All of that collective human memory will be gone. In 100 years, very few people, if any, will remember we existed. In 1000 years, 5000 years, 10,000 years, 100,000 years, there will be barely any evidence our species even existed at all. In the post apocalyptic movies we often see visions of our vast cities standing in ruins, claimed back by nature, overgrown with plants, trees and wildlife. But all of that would happen in less than 5 years once humans were no longer there to tend to them. In a few hundred years, our concrete sky scrapers would be nothing but dust, our “cloud” would be long gone, the essential electrical components reduced to carbon and other base minerals. Our cars, planes, ships and even our plastics, which we assume to be “forever” aren’t actually forever. All will be gone. Turned back to their base elements. We live in an entropic system. All things descend into entropy. All things decay, they get reduced back to their essential components; base minerals, carbon, iron, magnesium, zinc, the very basis of what our entire universe is built from, and it doesn’t take very long for it to happen. The universe claims it all back. All of this poses some interesting questions. What if those massive stone monuments, temples, monoliths, pyramids and structures, are far more than just sacred burial sites, or monuments to track the stars? What if they were actually deep time data storage devices? What if the land itself acted as anchor points for human knowledge? When we think about it, all of these monuments and structures, like the great pyramid at Giza, Stone Henge, Gobekli-Tepi in Turkey, Chichen Itza in Mexico and similar other ancient sites, all of them have fascinating sacred, religious and acoustic acoustic qualities, which combine with rituals to honour, mark or remember something. Ritual is how we enshrine memory. It’s how we remember. In witchcraft we craft rituals as a way of remembering the dead, marking and remembering certain events, gathering combined knowledge and storing and sharing magickal wisdom. When we ritualise an action, we commit it to routine and memory. What if all of these structures were meant as memory devices which combined ritual, to enshrine human knowledge and wisdom, across deep time? Theres lots of ongoing research into this theory and what it can teach us, but every few weeks these important monuments are teaching us more and more. We are only just scratching the surface of these fascinating monuments. They still have many more secrets to reveal. 💚

The Fairy Herb. Right across British, Scottish, Welsh and Irish folklore, one particular herb has deep connections to the Fae and the spirits of the woods. Sorrel (Oxalis incarnata) gets its Latin name from the word ‘Incarnatus’ meaning “flesh coloured” but it’s more common name of ‘Sorrel’ comes from the ancient Germanic word ‘sura’ and the old French ‘surele’ both meaning “sour” because of its lemony, zesty and bitter taste. Pink Sorrel, as in the photo below, is a species of woodland sorrel, and is a native plant to the British isles. It’s been here for a very long time. As such, it’s played its part across the ages, in folklore and in all kinds of magickal practises. This pretty little herb is edible and is a great addition to summer salads, as its sour taste adds a level of depth to salad leaves. To the ancient Druids, sorrel was a sacred plant, as it was said to be deeply connected to the fairy realms and woodland spirits, and was also considered protective, as it had the power to drive off the more malevolent and evil spirits who wander among us. In the Victorian language of flowers, Sorrel represented joy and motherly affection. These plants are great to use in workings to certain deities, particularly triple goddess figures such as Hecate, Brighid and other triple Luna goddesses. Due to their triple leaf arrangement, they can even be used as a physical representation of the goddess themselves. This 3 leaf arrangement also can be used for work on past, present and future fortunes, as well as holding the symbolism of birth, life and death. The sour nature of sorrel also means it’s a protective plant. Sour plants and liquids were often used in medieval times to ward off evil spirits and to add a level of protection to the home. You can brew a tea with sorrel, let it cool, and use it to wash down and cleanse thresholds, such as doors and windows in your home, to add a deeper level of protection and warding. The dried flowers and leaves make a great addition to spell bags, jars and other spells associated with love and the “drawing together” of two souls. You can add them to a magickal bath as a way of cleansing and protecting your energy, to salads, soups and breads to add in a tart, sour zing to your cooking. It also has medicinal qualities too, and aids digestion and stomach complaints, due to its bitter traits. It’s also used in a tea to combat sinusitis, and is anti-inflammatory and a diuretic. It’s thought that this powerful herb would enable you to see the unseen, and connect with the fae. Inhaling the smoke of dried sorrel, was used to connect with the dairy realm, and bestow the gift of fairy sight. In fact, another of its common names is “fairy bells”. This lovely summer flower is really common and you’ve probably walked past it lots of times without noticing. In fact, you may well have it growing in your garden right now. So take the time to get to know this beautiful and useful herb. Besides it’s pretty flowers, it holds a ton of magickal and medicinal properties, and tastes good too. 💚

“When this you see, Remember me”. This time of year, there’s a beautifully magickal plant which is common right across the UK. Myosotis Sylvatica, otherwise known as the woodland forget-me-not, is a common sight right across the Uk and Europe, from early spring, well into mid summer. This beautiful and delicate little plant is full of magick and folklore. Its family name of ‘Myosotis’ comes from Ancient Greek, and means “mouse’s ear” as to the ancient Greeks, the tiny flowers seemed to twitch in the breeze like a mouse’s ears. They’re edible in small quantities and make a beautiful addition to salads and cakes. They do contain a mild toxin called pyrrolizidine, but you’d have to eat a large quantity of the flowers to do any harm. Forget-me-nots, as the name suggests, have been used for a very long time in magick, as a remembrance flower and a symbol of the persistence of memory. They’ve been used in rituals to honour the dead, ancestral veneration and in spells to jog the memory. They’re also a powerful symbol of love, connection and friendship. They’ve been used by German Freemasons in pre-war Germany, especially in the Grand Lodge of The Sun, as a secret symbol to help the brothers recognise each other. Forget me not lapel badges have even been found in Nazi concentration camps, as the Freemasons were among the groups the Nazi’s wanted to eradicate. In French they’re called “ne m’oubliez pa” which translates to “make sure you don’t forget me”. Because of this reason, they were adopted as a symbol by King Henry IV of England, upon his exile in 1398. He retained it as a symbol permanently upon his return the following year. The forget-me-not has been associated with fidelity and love since the very early Middle Ages at least, and this is probably due to the fact that the colour blue already had long had these meanings. In witchcraft, the forget-me-not has correspondences to the moon. It has a feminine connection and elementally, is connected to the earth. It’s often used in spell bags or mojo bags, which are carried with you, to ensure your loved ones are always kept close to your heart. They’re often used as symbols of hope, fidelity, devotion and eternal love. They’re also used in altars in the remembrance of those we’ve lost. But the flowers themselves contain their very own magick! When you look at a flower, the middle will be either vibrant yellow or luminous white. This is their own magickal signal to any passing pollinators. When the middle is yellow, it’s saying “hey look here, I have lots of nectar”. When it’s white it’s saying “I’m closed for business. No nectar here”. The colours change back to yellow, when their stocks have replenished. So next time you see those tiny little blue jewels sparkling in the sunlight. Give them a. Little knowing nod, and remember them for the amazing little magickal beings they are. 💚

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The Deep Magick of Lilacs. Right now, here in the UK, and across Europe, the lilac trees are in full bloom. The amazing floral scent can often be smelled wafting in the warm summer breeze. I’ve been busy making this lovely Lilac Lemonade, as well as saving some of the perfumed petals to dry for use in a magickal natural incense. The Lilac features in lots of very old folklore, and one in particular is where it gets its Latin name of “Syringa Vulgaris”. Syringa or “Syrinx” was a beautiful Nymph whose pure beauty attracted the attention of the god of the wild woods, Pan. Syringa wasn’t interested in his advances, but Pan being Pan, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. So he pursued her to the banks of the Ladon river in Arcadia. Once on the banks, Syringa sought the help of one of her Naiad sisters, the Naiads being Nymphs of the water, streams and rivers. She transformed Syringa into a beautiful lilac shrub. Upon reaching the river, Pan searched high and low among the lilacs, for Syringa, but couldn’t find her. He realised that the hollow nature of the Lilac branches could be used to make an instrument, so he crafted his pipes out of the transformed body of Syringa, and played the most hauntingly beautiful music through them, expressing his undying lust for the beautiful Nymph. In magick, Lilacs represent duality. They have deep associations with protection and attraction, but are equally associated with death and transformation and renewal through death. Some of these associations with death stem from the ancient practise of placing lilacs in the burial chambers and shrouds of the dead, for both symbolism, of renewal and transformation, but also in a practical sense, as the sweet scent would help mask the smell of decay and decomposition. They’re also a powerful symbol of masculinity and femininity, of fire and water, Pan’s fiery passions and Syringa’s delicate and healing waters. Due to this duality, and the time of year they bloom, Lilacs have a strong connection to rituals and magick around Beltane. The flowers are completely edible and add a wonderful addition to cookies, cakes, sweets and as I’ve made here, drinks. For incense, dried lilac can be blended with dried sage or sandalwood, to create a beautiful and fragrant, scent of balance, protection, connection to ancestors, and as a great energy uplift when there’s stagnant energy in your home. To make the Lilac Lemonade I made here, here’s the recipe; You’ll need: 🌸About 30g of freshly picked lilac blooms. 🌸1 unwaxed lemon. About 1 litre of fresh filtered water. 🌸150g of sugar or you can add as much or as little sugar or honey as you want, depending on how sweet you like it, but you’ll need enough to make a syrup. 1. Pour the water and sugar into a pan. 2. Slice and add the lemon. 3. Bring it gently to the boil, and then take it off the heat. 4. Add the lilac flowers, place the lid on and leave it all to steep overnight. 5. The next morning, strain the syrup into sterile and clean bottles, cap it and store in the fridge. It’ll keep for up to about 3 weeks, or you can freeze it in ice cube trays to use as and when. It’s great to add to alcoholic drinks, fizzy water, hot teas or to use in cooking. So bring a little Lilac magick into your life, and enjoy the sweet and powerful aroma of this truly magickal plant. 💚

The harsh realities of Beltane. Today and tomorrow see the start of Beltane. Each year, on every witchcraft and pagan group, you’ll see the posts about “the light” and fertility, femininity, growth, passion and the re-emergence of life. Much of the Beltane themed posts will be showing floral crowns, white gowns and an unhealthy smattering of “love and light” while reinforcing the connection to nature. All of those things are lovely, wholesome parts of the Beltane celebrations. But what few of these groups ever talk about, are the darker aspects of Beltane. What they don’t say is this; Nature doesn’t care about you! There, I’ve said it. It doesn’t. Nature isn’t there just to look pretty and be all wholesome. That’s just the comforting lie we’ve all been told. It’s the curated version of the natural world. In reality, nature doesn’t wait until you’re ready. It doesn’t ask for permission, it doesn’t soften itself for comfort, it’s not polite. Nature feeds on decay. It is reborn from death, it grows through concrete with sharp and poisonous thorns. It consumes whatever it needs to for survival. Every single tree we admire, is rooted in death and decay. It grew from dark earth, was nourished by long dead things, animals, plants, people. Every bloom we see, every blossom petal, was fed by what came before it. It was broken down, repurposed and erased. This is the basis for raw and relentless creation. This is the real roots of Beltane. The old, dark and infinitely deep roots. Beltane is about life, yes. But it’s the brutal nature of life. It’s forcing itself forward at all costs. Removing, repurposing and breaking down whatever lies in its way. We aren’t separate from nature. We ARE nature. That exact same force lies within us all. The very force that drives the forest forward, is the same force that drives our ideas, our ambitions and our desire to build something bigger and better. It’s not always polite, neat or ordered. It’s often messy, chaotic and raw and it can leave gaping and painful wounds. Nothing new comes into existence without leaving something old behind. Discomfort is where transformation happens. There’s always an exchange. A transaction. So I guess the question to ask yourself this Beltane is this; What are you willing to let die, so something new, stronger and more fulfilling can grow? 💚

Nursery rhymes hold real, and often dark, historical knowledge, hidden away behind whimsical words and phrases. But when we dig deeper, the magick unfolds. Here’s the real origins of the rhyme “Goosey Goosey Gander” facebook.com/share/p/1By6K7A…

A great space on forgiveness.

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