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Reflections of Light and Shadow



Armchair Magick


What’s more important knowledge or skill? A former teacher of mine used to ask this on a regular basis. Though it took me longer than I thought to really value the wisdom in this question, or its answer.

Growing up my family valued intelligence above most other things, often more than skill or sometimes even first hand experience. So it’s not surprising that most of my life I’ve thought knowledge was a thing to be coveted. Since I do still think this, though maybe now to a different degree, it’s not surprising that for quite a while my answer to the question was knowledge. But how does that compare in value to the application of skill? One can certainly have read a book on a subject and probably be able to relate what was learned from it, but how can that information become applied without the addition of skill?

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Black Salt


Black Salt or Witch Salt is used for warding and protection. There are varying methods for making this salt, but most of them boil down to creating some combination of salt, carbon, and or iron. Some also add protective herbs to the mixture, though opinions on this, and your mileage with them, may vary.

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At the Crossroads


The house is quiet. Everyone is sleeping. It’s nearly the middle of the night, time to wake my lookout. I’ve been preparing for three days.

“Do you have everything you need?” he yawns and asks.

“Yes,” I answer.

We drive quietly to the crossroads. The intersection sits next to the cemetery of an old pioneer era church which is rumored to be haunted. Haunted by a witch. Both the church and the cemetery are a popular target for vandals. It’s fenced now, with a locked gate, and the neighbors watch it closely. This is the reason for my lookout. Where I’m working is public property, but I’d rather not be seen or questioned. I didn’t ask him to come, he insisted.

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The Witch and the Shaman


The Witch sat on the stone bench at the edge of her circle, staring into the fire. These last few years had all but destroyed her. Her faith and practice faded into a mere shadow of what it had once been. She had sought the help of the Shaman, out of desperation, if she was being honest. The work they’d done together thus far had been wildly successful. The skill and understanding of the Shaman had melded so seamlessly with the Witch’s natural ability for trance and affinity for shadow. The changes the soul retrieval work set off were sudden and powerful. Those who had seen her after had commented openly about how much better and more centered she seemed, body and soul. She’d felt better too. Literally something of herself she’d lost, had been returned.

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