portable magick – under the pyramids

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Meet the artist under the pyramids

Today, something a little different. I have been interviewed by Marie Gilles, artist and author of the French blog La Lune Mauve. We have been working together over the course of […]

Lunar Kit, Moon Magick

Romeo: Lady, by yonder blessèd Moon I vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops…Juliet: O, swear not by the Moon, th’ inconstant Moon, that monthly changes in her circled […]

Folk & Cottage Witch

I believe in God, only I spell it “Nature”. – Frank Lloyd Wright – Truth Against the World: Frank Lloyd Wright Speaks for an Organic Architecture –

Also called Tasseography, Tasseomancy is the divinatory art of reading tea leaves and coffee grounds. Like Palmistry, it is particularly associated with witches and gypsies who popularised it but it has […]

May you be well, and ever fortunate

Megadorus – May you be well, and ever fortunate, Euclio!Euclio – May the Gods bless you, Megadorus!✥(Megadorus – Saluus atque fortunatus, Euclio, semper sies !Euclio – Di te ament, Megadorus !) […]

Baskania & Fortunatus

The dead hare casts an Evil Eye upon me.(Ho lagôs me baskainei tethnikôs.) – Pherecrates – Fragment 189 – (translation John H. Elliott) –

La Clef d’Argent

Then, one night, his grandfather reminded him of a key. The grey old scholar […] spoke long and earnestly of their ancient line, and of the strange visions of the delicate […]

Sel Noir

Ever since antiquity, a great power has always been attributed to salt. Salt has been used by witches and cunning folks for many years to purify, protect and ward off negative […]

Dur Écu, Glanis & Cabre d’Or

While William the Conqueror was fighting the Bretons, an enemy aimed his axe at his head. One of William’s companions saved him by interposing his shield between the axe & William’s […]

Fin’Amor

Le bonheur vient, nous touche et nous parle à genoux Pressons nos mains. Sois grave. Écoute encor… PersonneN’est plus heureux ce soir, n’est plus divin que nous. C’est notre heure éternelle, […]

Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words –

Fleur de Poussière

The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies weighed down […]