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Roman solid gold ring with carnelian stone carved with a scorpion for protecting the wearer from being poisoned by enemies or rivals, circa 200 BCE. Source: Christie's

Wishing all my #BlueSkyFriends #Resisters #BreakfastCrew a wonderful day!

The Long Neolithic is a fever. It infects all of us stone botherers – whether we are archaeologists or lithic pilgrims. None are free of its symptoms. The call to visit, that palpable feeling ongoing ceremony when you walk into a stone circle. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday

The Okefenokee Swamp is out of balance. Skink brings the heat, but I’m the counterweight in the Satilla mud. I match his fiery crown with the medicine of the dark mirror, stirring the water to call the heavy clouds back to the 'dust-choked cage.' Balance or burn. #SwampSunday #FolkWitch #WitchSky

The 'Red-headed Scorpion" is at the door, a fiery scout for the Serpent. I’m matching his heat with rain-work, stirring the blackwater medicine to call back the clouds. The Okefenokee is 16" late on its blessing, but this folk witch won't stop until the sky finally cracks. #SwampSunday #FolkWitch

Shrinking to its marrow, the Okefenokee is a dust-choked cage. 15,000 gators swarm the deep veins or burrow into the peat to survive this "Exceptional Drought". They’re 16" late on rain and waiting in the dark. The Keepers are growling for the sky to break. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #Georgia #Nature

The Satilla, a snaking black water river, is showing its white sand bones, while the pines whistle a dry fire-voice. Old hymns promise an "abundance of rain," but today we’re singing to the clouds like they’re the ghosts of long lost friends. #Georgia #SatillaRiver #Nature #SouthernFolklore

"Rain, rain, come this way, Come and wash the dust away. Rain, rain, pour down fast, Make the thirsty corn-fields last." If ever there was a time S Georgia needed children to be playfully chanting a tune, it's now. #SouthernFolklore #Georgia #Drought #Folklore

"The Longleaf needles are whistling a sharp, dry tune today." In this drought, the old folks would say the "Devil is holding the match and just waiting for the wind to check its watch." Keeping a close eye on the swamp today - it's thirsty and the fire-voice is loud. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee

The Resurrection Fern is curled tight today in the Okefenokee; a 'test of faith' in this historic drought Georgia is in. In the old lore, the swamp is just holding its breath... Waiting on wetter days to come. #Okefenokee #SwampSunday #Folklore #Nature

It is not always clear what animal in the wooden bestiary of pew carvings is being depicted. Sometimes we must scratch our heads and at the end know no more than this is one of the Lord-of-the-the-Forest's subjects, this one owes its loyalty to the King-Under-the-Sea. – #CLNolan

#FolkloreThursday THIS WEEK! Join us 16th April for our Guardians of the Forest: Spirits, Deities, and Creatures of the Woods themed hosted #FolkloreThursday

57 Solar Returns - what a ride it has been! I still have this little girl inside. The one who would take camellia petals & place them upon the street to sweeten the day of the people driving over them, who played with the wind, & spoke to her spirit friends. Here's to her!

My Beloved! 💚 #Pan #Witchsky

Off to Market, 2000 by US Beth Moon, photographer who explored and documented some of the oldest and most striking trees in the world over a 14 year period #womensart

Children call them the Witch's Steps. Locals with more years to their names are respectful and call them Old Mother Creed's Way. The parish council tries to make them safe, but putting up guardrails don't do much to protect you from rogue fetches does it? – Alan Mile #VOH

In the Okefenokee, hydromancy isn’t practiced in clear pools, but in "blackwater" mirrors. Deeply stained by peat tannins, these obsidian surfaces don't just reflect the sky, they trap it. Peer into the amber depths to see the future written in amber shadows. #SwampSunday #FolkWitch #Okefenokee

Not all swamp beauty is benevolent; the yellow jasmine hides a strychnine-like poison within its climbing vines. It’s a botanical reminder that the marsh demands respect and that beauty often carries a sharp, hidden edge. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #Nature #FolkWitch

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Cypress knees, pine sap & straw... Alligator teeth, claws, and scutes... Dark, peaty earth... Wild clay... Handmade thread from native plants... It's nice to be brewing up something magical from the Swamplands. 💚🐊💚

"All you had to do was pay us enough to live..." #NoChoiceLeft

Check out @templemom.bsky.social 's Minoan coloring book! She's an amazing author, speaker and all around witch!

I cannot remember who started #FaustianFriday over on that "other site" - I'd sure love to see that hashtag come back here. 🖤🔥🖤

The Ministry of Works puts them signs on ancient monuments not just to preserve the stones and walls. They put them up as they don't want nasty accidents, ghost-makers. The Ministry knows they've got a spectral overcrowding problem. They don't want it getting worse. – Jake Wheeler #VOH

In the deep woods, it’s no toy. The "dumb-bull" or bullroarer whirs with a low, heavy vibration that makes blood run cold. Old folks call it "the Old Boy’s holler" - a frequency used to call the Devil’s own hounds. Spin the wood until it screams, and listen for the reply. #FaustianFriday #Folklore

"When a west country witch wishes to draw to her spirit forces... she makes use of a wind roarer... Little wonder that the spirits come flocking in to see what all the ghastly moaning is about." (ALT: Cecil Williamson) (1 of 2) #FaustianFriday #Pellor #FolkWitch #WitchSky youtu.be/5PgGDMmBtDg?...

During sun-showers in the South, you will hear someone say, "The Devil is beating his wife!" Some say he is angry with God for creating beautiful sunny days, & takes his anger out on her. In turn, she cries large tears / raindrops. #FaustianFriday #SouthernFolklore #WitchSky #FolkWitch

S Georgia is in an exceptional drought. 95% of the state is having the worst drought in 14 yrs. Bad news for our state, the farmers, & my beloved swamp. The fire hazard is scary! When summer hits, it's going to be not if but when a fire happens.

Good morning, Wyrdlings! This week's #wyrdwednesday is a most bamboozling one: “Riddles, Rhymes and Riddles that Rhyme!” @cwreeve.bsky.social here, ready to share your enigmas 👻

In past times Welsh children who loaned something to a friend would sometimes say: 'Give a thing, Take a thing, Wear the bwgan's ring.' The rhyme seems to be a curse-in-advance: if you don't give it back, a bwgan (ghost/goblin) will get you. #WyrdWednesday #folklore #Wales

"Two angels come from the North, One brought fire, one brought frost. Out fire, in frost!" In Foxfire 1, healers draw fire from burns by blowing on the wound & whispering this rhythmic plea. A beautiful example of Appalachian sympathetic magic! [See Alt] #FolkMagic #Foxfire #WitchSky #WyrdWednesday

"And when I passed by thee... I said unto thee, Live." Appalachian Granny Magic holds the secret to stopping blood with a whispered verse. A ritual of rhythm and faith passed between genders to heal the wounded. Sacred. Secret. Powerful. [See Alt] #FolkMagic #Foxfire #Appalachia #WyrdWednesday

"Wire, briar, limber lock..." Folklorists see bird augury & threshold charms hidden in this chanted rhyme. Is it a game, or a spell to bind the spirits? [See Foxfire 6 for the William Tremble-Toe Rhyme - see ALT] #WyrdWednesday #FolkMagic #Foxfire

In Foxfire 6, elders share the classic Blackberry Riddle: "As white as snow, and snow it’s not; As green as grass, and grass it’s not; As red as blood, and blood it’s not; As black as ink, and ink it’s not." Such a poetic way to track the life of a berry from blossom to harvest! #WyrdWednesday

Watching each leaf turn Each wing flutter A reminder to slow And breathe And pay attention To the mundane beauty around us Rapt stillness Cat at the windowsill Miracles

Some have a kissing tree, some have a thinking tree, some have a tree they tell their secrets to. I am a greedy witch. I've as many trees as lovers and I've performed magic with most of them. My favoured wood is like a party filled with old friends to talk to. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

Thresholds may be the witch's engine of sorcery, but the wise among us learn to recognise those that should not be traversed. Not every gate has to be opened. Not ever border needs to be danced across. There are times where we only need acknowledge they are there. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982

This Live Oak is my oldest friend. I played as a small child among its branches as generations of my family have. I danced with the wind around its trunk. I love to go visit it on the farm where my brother now lives. #thicktrunktuesday

Female bogles are scarce in #folklore. Jeannie lived in a cave near Whitby, #Yorkshire. A farmer was foolish enough to taunt her and she chased him with her wand. The bogle couldn't cross running water, so he spurred his horse over a brook. She lashed out, slicing the horse in half, but he was safe.

An old name for the columbine, with its spurred petals, is “jester’s cap”, as it was once likened to a jester’s hat. In the Victorian language of flowers it stood for folly and foolishness, a bloom that carries both beauty and a hint of mischief. #FairytaleTuesday

Anne Eunson knitted a fence with twine based on a Shetland lace pattern, installed at the Shetland Textile Museum, Lerwick #womensart

60 Mins piece of the Mardi Gras Indians/Black Masking Indians. Tribes formed in defiance, honoring Ancestry & History-stunning artistry & culture! Well worth the watch! A profound tradition steeped in artistry and moved by the spirits! #Nola #MardiGrasIndians #Art youtu.be/dz1LYJBZp84?...

Hidden in plain sight, the marsh rabbit builds a fortress of secrets. Deep in the Okefenokee, it weaves globular nests of dried grass directly onto the floating peat - masterfully camouflaged and accessible only by watery trails. A true swamp architect! #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #WitchSky #Nature

The marsh rabbit is the swamp’s quietest triumph. Unlike its dry-land cousins, this elusive trickster has mastered both worlds. Building grass nests on floating peat and diving into blackwater to vanish from sight: a land animal with a water soul! #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #Nature #WitchSky

The marsh rabbit is the ultimate swamp trickster. Unlike its dry-land cousins, this "phantom" swims and dives to outwit the alligator. It’s a classic battle of wits where the small and clever always finds a way to stay one hop ahead of the jaws. #SwampSunday #Okefenokee #Folklore

Tonight the folk of Hookland ignore Black Saturday’s solemnity and make sport with their plays of the Harrowing of Hell. They celebrate Mary by her title Empress of Hell. They sin with surety of escape from consequence. They play Punch the Devil’s Beak. They make drunken riot. – Dr. Bron, 1636

Lovely communing with this male anole (Anolis carolinensis)! Watched him for a while enticing the ladies with his impressive head bobbing and throat fanning. Spring is definitely here! #Georgia #Animism #WitchSky #Nature

For the Muscogee Creek, mythical alligators were believed to guard the gateway between the physical and spiritual worlds! Lovely piece of lore shared here! #FolkloreThursday #Muscogee #Creek