This philter enhances beauty, charisma, and attraction, but in a very specific way. This philter encapsulates the mysteries of night and shadow, the seduction of darkness and secrets. It is for the femme fatale, the dominatrix, and the succubus. It is for Queens of the Underworld, Night Creatures, and Daughters of Earth and Darkness.
It can be used as an personal enhancement philter by adding drops to the bath or anointing pulse points. It can be used in personal ritual, and it is also suitable for rituals honoring Lilith, Hecate, Persephone, Ratri, Nyx, Gorgyra, the Lamiai and Lampades. This philter can be used to dress ritual items, candles, talismans, and statuary.
Twilight Alchemy Lab’s philters contain herbs that are organically-grown and pesticide-free, and the oils within them are all first distillations from small farms. This philter includes fermented pomegranate, labdanum hydrosol, myrrh essential oil, Sumatran patchouli steam-distilled from dried fermented leaves, jasmine grandiflorum, rose concrete, and tincture of rose, benzoin, orris root, and tincture of Queen Elizabeth root.
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To make good ink. Take 5 ounces of the best nuttgalls, break them in a mortar but not in small pieces, then put the galls into one quart of clear rain water or soft spring water, let them stand 4 or 5 days shaking them often, then take 2 ounces of white gum arabick, 1 ounce of double refined sugar, 1 piece of indigo and put in the same and shake them well and let them stand 4 or 5 days more. Then take 2 ounces of good green copperis the larger the better and having first washed off the filth put in to the rest and also a piece of clear gum, about as big as a walnut to set the colour and it will be fit for use.
Today, I…
… deadlifted 95lbs.
… did many work-type things at work.
… watched the Woman in Black. (Thank you for the date night, Sue & Del!)
HOLY JESUS, I loved it. PLEASE let this be the advent of Hammer Renaissance.
I have had the jibblies twice since I got home: once from a thumpy-creaky noise, and once from walking into a dark room. I haven’t had post-movie jibblies since the Orphanage.
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Fun fact: my aunt used to be his secretary.
Happy birthday, Ani. I miss you.
THE SISTERS of the Cross of Shame,
They smile along the night;
Their houses stand with shuttered souls
And painted eyes of light.
Their houses look with scarlet eyes
Upon a world of sin;
And every man cries, “Woe, alas!”
And every man goes in.
The sober Senate meets at noon,
To pass the Woman’s Law,
The portly Churchmen vote to stem
The torrent with a straw.
The Sister of the Cross of Shame,
She smiles beneath her cloud—
(She does not laugh till ten o’clock,
And then she laughs too loud.)
And still she hears the throb of feet
Upon the scarlet stair,
And still she dons the cloak of shame
That is not hers to wear.
The sons of saintly women come
To kiss the Cross of Shame;
Before them, in another time,
Their worthy fathers came.…
And no man tells his son the truth,
Lest he should speak of sin;
And every man cries, “Woe, alas!”
And every man goes in.
– Dana Burnet
(American poet, born 1888)
The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest. 1915. Upton Sinclair, ed.
I have an everyday religion that works for me. Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line.
