Some #SundayAfternoonCallaghan in which the Inspector muses on grifting contactees, prejudice against the working class and satin robes.

The Golden-silk Orbweaver runs three silk production lines at once. Her anchor lines are stronger than high-grade steel and flex like Kevlar to absorb a full-speed cicada, while the inner spirals stay wet, sticky, and deadly. Magical architects! #SwampLifeSunday #Nature #WitchSky #Okefenokee

Some of my colleagues use the term 'stone botherer' as slur. I refuse this. We might not view portal tombs as 'ley line hubs' or 'ghost-containment units', but we archaeologists are also stone botherers and I for one am proud of it. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday

Often referred to as a "banana spider", I call the Golden-Silk Orbweaver "The Architect of Fate". Native to Georgia, their yellow silk has a visceral, high-tensile strength that commands entire canopy openings. Today I honor this boundary-maker of the Swamp! #SwampLifeSunday #Nature #WitchSky

Everyone knows there are nine witch hills in Hookland, but no-one can agree which nine hills they are. It's said if you climb to the top of them all, fabulous secrets will be revealed – the calling of winds, tunnels to St. Martin's Land, all the tumps where treasure still lies dreaming.

The threshold is an engine of wonder. The threshold is an engine of wonder. In its walking, in its crossing, the threshold is the witch's line. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

A witch knows her patch as intimately as her lover's skin. Knows where spring lingers late, woodland groves whose green canopy closes last. She knows spots of ultimate bluebells to be weaved between, places the Ghost Bear comes to find final ransoms. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #FolkwitchFriday

I don't work with dirt (I'm an indoor cat), but Ukrainian diaspora witch author Madame Pamita tells how cossacks carried a clod of earth from home on their campaigns for protection and to connect them to their ancestors in the grave if they died on the battlefield (see ⬇️) #FolkWitchFriday #WitchSky

Join in the conversation by using #FolkWitchFriday Share about your Work, or local folklore on the topic. #WitchSky #OccultSky #PaganSky #FolkWitch #Witchcraft #Folklore

I’ve gathered my share of railroad dirt where the iron meets the earth. In traditional work, it’s a heavy-duty catalyst for clearing obstacles, driving a project forward, or sending a trick down the line. It lends the unstoppable momentum of a moving train to the Work. #FolkWitchFriday #WitchSky

I scraped this mud dauber nest right off my porch to use for various Work. Built mouthful by mouthful from our local dirt, these nests are powerful, natural vaults of focused intent. I mix the dust into tricks to bind a gossip's tongue or fix a hard shield around the home. #FolkWitchFriday #WitchSky

I mix local swamp peat & various dirts right into my poppets using a salt-dough "Mother Batch" that’s lived in our refrigerator for over 30 years. It's been fed and added to over decades, carrying generations of family history and Land-DNA into every single piece of Work. #FolkWitchFriday #WitchSky

Did you know that the art on the cards in my Minoan Tarot deck comes from actual Minoan artifacts? I bet you'll recognize some of the images, like the Snake Goddess from Knossos. www.minoantarot.com #Minoan #Tarot #TarotSky

Graveyard dirt is a prominent materia magica in my "Cabinet of Wonders." It might be bought from a particular grave: a police officer or firefighter, historical figure, a soldier, an Ancestor or the gate of the cemetery. It has a multitude of uses. [See ALT] #FolkWitchFriday #WitchSky #OccultSky

South GA is in an extreme drought, but recent rains bring hope. In Muscogee Lore, the bullfrog is the guardian of the mud - burrowing deep to hold the memory and spirit of dried creeks until the waters fully rise again. A beautiful lesson in summer resilience. #FolkloreThursday #Nature #Georgia

Tomorrow's theme! Join in the conversation! #FolkWitchFriday #FolkWitch #PaganSky #WitchSky #OccultSky #Folklore #Conjure #SouthernConjure #FolkMagic #FolkWitchcraft

In offhand ways fate finds us sets us on our ways. The seed cannot tell the wind where and when to set it down.

As promised #WitchSky, #PaganSky, #OccultSky and #SigilSky, here is the simplified guide to making sigils that I release ahead of every #SigilBomb so even the least experienced are able to take part. You can make your own any way you like though. More info on #ProjektSolarsigil pinned to my page.

Our furboy, Rebel, is doing better this morning. Extra clingy and a bit whiny. I might be spending my day couch bound with him. 😂 Thank you for the well wishes and healing vibes. #WitchSky

It's the beginning of blackberry season where I live. Remember to give the first berry to the faeries and land spirits. After that, you can eat all you want! #berries #wildcrafting #foraging

Soft tears of rain come to the field. The ghost soil answers their call. Voices of the buried dead drift towards its edge, whispering harsh prophecies. For this is strange England and its conversation of constant augury. This is the now bullied spirits of then and tomorrow. – #DAKilroy, 1982

It's official #WitchSky, #OccultSky, #PaganSky and #SigilSky. My twice a year, free, week long #SigilBomb is going live here on the 14th. If you want to see how successful the last ones were, look up #ProjektSolarsigil, then share this far and wide so we can get as many people as possible involved.

Goodnight from the Mortuary Assistant Union (MAU) branch meeting, where members are up in arms about health and safety when it comes to the restless dead. Goodnight from Katie Wilde, wishing the kisses of ghosts were a little less tingly, a little less cold. Goodnight from Hookland.

Send good vibes, healing, and calm vibes to our sweet boy Rebel. He injured a dewclaw yesterday. He's extremely fearful outside of his normal environment.

Dragonflies are some of my most favorite creatures! This is a powerful piece!

#SundayAfternoonCallaghan in which DI Callaghan and DS Nokes discuss egregious irritants and ghost ponces.

Spanish Moss is "The Veil" in my magical writings. It isn't a parasite - it's an air plant; absorbing only what the wind, fog, & bark from tree bring to it. The ultimate architecture for listening to unseen currents. What might it teach you? #SwampLifeSunday #Nature #Okefenokee #FolkWitch

I call River Otters (Lontra canadensis) "The Keepers of the Slide." They don't get stuck in muck; they reshape it into a doorway from land to water. They embody liminality, dissolving the bank's friction with a single move, to merge earth with the dark channel. Stay fluid. #SwampLifeSunday #Nature

Last weekend was the high-ground ghost (Bobcat); today is the fluid predator of the channels. The otter claims the twisting blackwater runs, moving like oil through the cypress knees. A subtle keeper of the river’s deeper currents, who reminds us to stay limber in the Work. #SwampLifeSunday

The Ears of the Hare, Fables of La Fontaine, Percy J. Billinghurst, 1899.

I used to be one of those witches who tidied away certain items before non-pagan friends came round. I've grown out of such nonsense. Our magic is in our relationships, including those of our tools. It is a duty to be proud of such things. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #FolkwitchFriday

I've had these two staffs for over 30 years now. I called out to find the right tree, and both responded (at different times). All carving and finishing done by me. One ventured on a pilgrimage to Europe with me in 2000. #FolkWitchFriday #FolkWitch #WitchSky #OccultSky

One of my tools looks like an ordinary small river rock. It's actually far more than that. A battery of power, faith, and magic. The Land provided the perfect shape to hold and anchor the work. #FolkWitchFriday #FolkWitch #Pellor #WitchSky

Georgia's best-known storyteller was fishing guide, Lemuel “Lem” Griffis (1896/1968). Known to entertain visitors at his fish camp outside Fargo with tall tales from the swamp. "Storytellers: folktales & legends from the South" features him. #FolkloreThursday #Georgia #Folktales

In summer's brutal fever, the witch may sit in tree-shade and speak to spirits. Her working is wise, her working is weather-led. She achieves more in cool communion than by any flailing around and summoning of heatstroke. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

In Brunswick GA, a bizarre 1898 monument honors a giant 25-gallon pot, claiming it brewed the world’s very first Brunswick Stew. Virginia fiercely disputes it, but Georgia chiseled it in stone anyway. Perhaps the one with the displayed "cauldron" wins the dispute! #WyrdWednesday #GeorgiaLore

No one owns the swamp, but the bobcat claims its corners. Tracks in the sand, a flash of spots in the scrub - they are the living pulse of the coastal plain. Launching a new weekly log for the doers, the witnesses, and the wild reality of the basin. Staying rooted. #SwampLifeSunday #Nature #WitchSky

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'Sunshine' by Delita Martin, contemporary US artist #WomensArt

The jaw & crown are purified, ready to meet again. Before the final set, the skull can be filled with intention — a custom load to seal its purpose as a guardian. This is where the physical bone becomes a living tool. The craft is in the reassembling. #FolkWitch #SouthernConjure #WitchSky #OccultSky

'On the beach' by Mariann Johansen-Ellis, contemporary printmaker #Womensart

The ogham are not only trees. That's only what everyone talks about. They are a multitude of lists one letter meaning many things. Sail, the willow, the hawk, the pale color of the dead giving it connection with the Otherworld. #OghamStories

Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom recently joined the UGA Coastal Ecology Lab for a fantastic journey into the Okefenokee Swamp. If you get a chance to see the whole segment, do it! Here is the promo for it: #Nature #Okefenokee #FolkWitch #WitchSky #Ecology youtu.be/n10G5Qp0Wio?...

An alligator bellow is one of the most incredible sounds of the Okefenokee. Alligators bellow for several reasons - to attract mates, establish their size, intimidate their rivals, & to socialize. There's nothing quite like hearing this in person! #FolkWitch #Nature #Okefenokee #WitchSky

I’ve buried my share of witch bottles near my threshold over the years. Packed with rusted iron, broken glass, and sharp pins, & bodily fluids, they’re set to a hard job of work: snagging and puncturing a malicious "trick" or haint before it ever crosses into my domain. #FolkWitchFriday #WitchSky

Research for a writing project is where I feel most comfortable. The writing part? I'm pushing myself. This process has given me an even deeper appreciation of authors / writers!

Join the conversation tomorrow for this week's #FolkWitchFriday! The theme is Threshold Guardians. From iron shoes to local bone-anchors, how do you "fix" your boundary? Share the regional materials you use to guard your door and keep your home settled. #FolkWitchFriday #FolkWitch #WitchSky

The threshold is an engine of magics. The threshold is a temporary temple. As a world-stepper, the witch knows this territory as her own. Where others find only the uncertainty of transition, she knows power of possibility. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

For a witch, a path may not be important due to its destination, but rather for the quality of spirits she talks to whilst upon it. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

‘Down the long lanes and overgrown ridings of history, we catch odd glimpses of a lurking rustic god with a goat’s white lightning in his eyes.’ — D.H. Lawrence, ‘Pan in America’ (1924) 🎨Arnold Böcklin, ‘Idyll’ (1875)