MS. GRAVEYARD DIRT

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Necro-Magic Chore Whorin’, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt

Magic chore whorin’ of the necro variety…

* Used green tea leaves from a graveyard offering made to a Scottish philosopher (<- To be added to a necro-tastic incense blend I’ve been working on.)

* Cleaned bones from a recent meal (<- Boiled bones won’t last long term, but I feel that throwing out cooked remains is a waste of an animal, so I clean all bones - mostly for bottle and package decoration - to get as much use out of them as possible.)

* A portion of feathers, dried skin and the berry-filled crop of a roadkill pheasant, along with its funerary offerings of Rice Krispies and mealworms (<- This fall I’ll be sowing the dried seeds from the pheasant’s dehydrated crop with it’s physical remains and offerings, so when the shrubs-to-be germinate they’ll grow from - and with the help of - the roadkill bird’s body. See also: Giving Thanks)

* Leftover dried orange peel from Fet Ghede’s pan de muerto (seen here), and dried necro-sage leaves from a 16th century Scottish graveyard (<- Other ingredients going into my unorthodox necromancy incense blend.)

* Juniper seeds and branch tips from one of our front yard shrubs (<- Southwest Native Americans string up juniper seeds - known as Ghost Beads - to ward off malicious supernatural forces and bad dreams. This practice isn’t traditional to my family (we’re Lakhota), but I’ve come to associate juniper with necro-protection largely due to my mother’s personal strand of Ghost Beads (which I’ve coveted the fuck out of since childhood).)

* The hard seed remains of sloes that were offered to the dead (<- In all of my hedgerow explorin’ I’ve yet to find one effin’ blackthorn (Prunus spinosa), so I’ve taken it upon myself to fill the sloe deficiency all Johnny (Necro-)Appleseed-style by germinating, nurturing and eventually planting out hardened sloe shrubs into the wild.)

* Dried seeds gathered from various herb and flower gardens growing in a 16th century Scottish graveyard (<- Most of these necro-seeds have already been painstakingly germinated and added to Gothel’s (container) Garden. The flowers, seeds, roots and leaves of these necro-plants - potted in roadkill-enriched soil - will eventually be used in homemade preserves, liqueurs, incense blends and salves.)

* A pair of preservative-obscured goose toes from our 2011 Midwinter goose (<- Gifts come in the strangest forms when one of your sacred duties involves caring for - and “resurrecting” - animal remains.)

And, to the side, you can just make out Papa’s ritual sash which is wrapped around Yarilo’s lifeless body.

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