Sarah’s Needful Things: Summer 2019

by on Jul.16, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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Sarah’s Needful Things: Summer 2019

I feel like I should apologize in advance. I know we’re supposed to be all gawth and whatnot here at Haute Macabre, and looking it over, this following list is sort of …anything but? But hey–we are never just one thing, we contain multitudes, right?

So, first on the list, houseplants! Is it sort of a trendy thing to talk about your houseplants right now? Or am I just now finally taking notice of this perceived houseplant mania because I am only just at this moment in time becoming interested in them?

I was convinced for the longest time that I had a black thumb and that all of the botanicals in my immediate environs were in mortal danger. But it turns out that’s not true at all! I was just a lazy caretaker. Which is a sad state of affairs because a lot of these guys really don’t need all that much in the way of work and attention. I’ve always kept potted herbs on my porch to some degree of success or another–mint and rosemary, for example, are hearty greenies which seem to thrive eternally, whereas parsley and dill are delicate weenies that will swoon and expire if you look at them funny.  When I recently realized I’d actually kept some parsley and dill alive for the last six months, I figured it was time to give indoor vegetation a try.

I’ve already lost the little paper tabs that tell you what sort of plant you got, however, I can share that the one in this photo is a Golden Pothos. Its name, however, is “lil Porthos” because that’s how I misread several friends’ recommendations. I did not invest in a botanical buddy, you see, but rather a member of the Three Musketeers.

I’ve heard all sorts of things about how plants purify your air, improve focus, enhance healing, etc. I guess those things could be true?  I’m just as scattered and absent-minded as ever. But it does make me feel nice to look at them, so that must count for something.

P.S. I found some planters that I liked, and which were not terribly expensive here, here, and here.
P.P.S The candles are from Burke & Hare and DS & Durga

Cocorrina dream journal I kept a handwritten dream journal for the longest time, from my late teenage years, through my mid-30s. At which point in time I discovered Tumblr (which is so weird to say because I know for a lot of people it was a college discovery, and discarded post-graduation. I still keep up with my Tumblr, believe it or not! ) For a time I recorded my dreams over on my tumblr, and made a little ritual each morning to pair a piece of art with my nocturnal adventures from the evening before. I got pretty butthurt though, when a troll accused me of making things up, so I discontinued the practice on that platform, and instead moved my dreams over to a 140 character format on the twitters, where I share bon mots such as this:

Last night I dreamed of thwarted attempts at peeing in a massive gravy boat. 9/10 of my dreams are me trying to take a wee; it’s a wonder I am not a chronic bed-wetter.

— Mlle Ghoul (@mlleghoul) December 10, 2017

When I saw that Cocorrina had a beautiful dream journal available for pre-order, I knew that it was time to take up my hand-written ramblings again. Hardcover with intricate, cosmic gold foil designs, it contains:

“150 pages of a clean, clutter-free layout that will help you record your dreams, keep a track, find similarities and hidden messages. The journal includes features as recording, date, time, title, moon phases, choosing from an extensive list of emotions and moods, space to write about your dream and so much more.”

itsblitzzz ASMR massage videos this is gonna be a hard sell for a lot of people, I realize that. But in 2016 or so I discovered the world of ASMR videos and it was a little mind-boggling, for a lot of reasons, but first and foremost is that people actually make money on Youtube by eating noodles or brushing their hair, all mic’ed up so that you can hear every slurp, every brushstroke. And viewers go nuts for it! I mean, it’s astonishingly ridiculous (AND I LOVE IT), and more power to anyone who can make their living that way, you know?

Initially I fell down the mukbang rabbit hole (mukbangs are eating shows, essentially, and a trend which originated in Korea; “a live online audiovisual broadcast in which a host eats large amounts of foods while interacting with their audience.”) And okay, I don’t blame you for thinking that’s really gross. But I don’t think it’s gross! I have always loved looking at cookbooks and pictures of food, and then later, online food blogs and crowd-sourced recipe curation sites. When Instagram came along, I’d fall asleep at night looking at beautifully shot photos of lobster rolls and cheese fondue. And then I discovered the mukbang community and it was freaking amazing. Listen, I know you’re not supposed to eat 50 dumplings in one sitting, or a dozen triple bacon cheeseburgers or whatever (though…sometimes…don’t you want to?) so I get my kicks vicariously by watching someone else do it.

Fast forward to 2019 and I’m realizing that ok, maybe I am starting to get a little grossed out by these people dipping their king crab legs in Cheez Whiz and I need to find another vice, and that’s when I came across itsblitzzz‘s channel. I believe Julia is a Youtuber who has been around a very long time, but it’s only her videos in more recent years that have captured my fancy. She’s got such a lovely personality and she’s so wonderfully warm, candid, and engaging. In the videos I like to watch, she typically invites a friend over and faces them to us, the audience –and I will just say that all of her friends are gorgeous and look like they belong in a Roger Eggers or Ari Aster film about witches or family demons or Swedish cultists or somesuch–while she, slightly off-camera, lightly massages their scalps, or brushes their hair, or wafts homemade essential oil blends about their person. It’s beautifully intimate without being the least bit sexualized, and watching these friends get gently and thoroughly pampered is just the most phenomenal way for me to unwind at the end of an evening. Julia also has “day in the life” or “what I ate today” videos and so on; sometimes I watch them, sometimes not. They’re always really interesting because I am quite nosy and love to see how other people live! But it’s the beautiful ASMR-scapes that really keep me coming back.

FYI: She incorporates lots of ASMR triggers into her content; finger tapping, hand fluttering, whispering, etc. If you dig that sort of thing, I think you will be pleased, but if you find that sort of thing foolish and irritating, then this definitely isn’t the thing for you.

Lastly, three beauty/skincare/cosmetic products I have been obsessed with lately:

-Edith “Dream Awake” nail lacquer from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Crimson Peak collection is part of a release from a few years back (but some products from the line are still available!) Described as, “gleaming metallic gold flares of a powerful imagination. The gilded sheen of a muse’s kiss, the glimmering, vivid glow of a story burning to be told,” this is a gorgeous golden shimmering shade which finally convinced me that black and silver are not the only claw colors I like.

La Roche-Posay Toleriane Ultra Sensitive Skin Face Moisturizer Intense I recently had been trying out a few new products, which, to my horror, left me with some dull, rough patches on my cheeks. “To my horror,” wow. Such melodrama! Well, when it’s your face, you sure feel that way, I guess. In perusing the ingredients, I believe I pinpointed what was giving me a hard time (willow bark, maybe?) and though the product itself initially feels and smells lovely, I have come to the conclusion that it is probably not something I want to be using twice, daily. I’d heard good things about La Roche Posay products and this one, in particular, is supposedly nice for sensitive skin. And it is! A week later and my skin feels even better than it did initially, and I am back to my former, doll-faced self.

The Obliphica Seaberry Hair Mask was a recommendation from Jo, whom I’m pretty sure we mention frequently in these Needful Things posts because she basically knows all the best things. And this hair mask is, without a doubt, one of the very best. I have dry, coarse, incredibly thick, color-treated hair. It’s a lot to deal with. And lately, I’ve been having even more to deal with in the form of a dry and itchy scalp ( I don’t know if that’s just body-problems or stress-problems) but the bottom line is I always just want to be scratching at my head, or preferably, asking friends with nice, long, fingernails to scratch at my head. Sadly, I can’t get anyone enthused about that.

I’ve been using this hair mask as an intensive twice-weekly deep conditioner and not only does it make my hair feel glorious from root to tip, it smells phenomenal. Or, as one reviewer remarks with disgust, it’s “highly perfumed.” That’s fine by me! I think it smells a quite a bit like the Revlon Outrageous shampoo that I used in the mid-to-late ’90s, which some folks say was a combination of bergamot, vetiver, and sandalwood. It was good stuff. Probably totally stripped the crap out of our hair, but man, did it smell incredible.

Honorable mentions:

• I swapped out several of my big, heavy, fluffy bath towels for these softly textured, light-weight cotton waffle weave towels, and they are just a million times better. They’re much less cumbersome to work with when trying to dry my hair after a shower and maybe even more absorbent than the old ones, they dry more quickly in the humid Florida summers, and they take up so much less space on the shelf. I’ve got my eyes on this lovely waffle weave robe, as well, but that’s going to be a celebratory gift for when I accomplish an important personal goal.

• This is going to sound silly, and maybe even a little boring, but while I have had multiple chargers for my iPhone (and lost most of them over the years) I have never had a docking station/charger stand for it. On a whim I grabbed one and have been keeping it in my office; I make a point of putting my phone to rest before I start getting ready to turn in for the evening, and I leave it there all night long. This ensures that I’m not laying in bed with a bright screen in my eyeballs for forty-five minutes every night. It’s really amazing how much more quickly I fall asleep when I’m not looking at photos of people eating a platter full of Cheeto burritos.

• I was gifted with a swan-shaped chrome ring holder last Christmas, and while it’s not something I would have purchased for myself, I hit on a brilliant idea to keep it near the kitchen sink so that I have a place to home my wayward rings when I’ve removed them before washing some dishes. I can’t count the times I’ve knocked them into the soapy water, or down inside that wily old finger-mangler, the dish disposal. Now my shiny little swan keeps them safe and dry–and sure, I still forget about them sometimes, but at least I don’t have to fish them out of the mucky, manky drain.

• Adorable new house slippers. Pictured here with a blanket that I started knitting for my baby sister to present as a “congrats on your divorce!” gift, but she got divorced three years ago so I’m obviously running a little behind on that particular project.

• This hairbrush which was stupidly expensive but I’m obsessed with it. I’d read it was good for scalp massaging and since it seems I can’t count on my long-fingernailed friends, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.


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Sarah’s Needful Things: Summer 2019

by on Jul.16, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

Reposted from | Go to Original Post

Sarah’s Needful Things: Summer 2019

I feel like I should apologize in advance. I know we’re supposed to be all gawth and whatnot here at Haute Macabre, and looking it over, this following list is sort of …anything but? But hey–we are never just one thing, we contain multitudes, right?

So, first on the list, houseplants! Is it sort of a trendy thing to talk about your houseplants right now? Or am I just now finally taking notice of this perceived houseplant mania because I am only just at this moment in time becoming interested in them?

I was convinced for the longest time that I had a black thumb and that all of the botanicals in my immediate environs were in mortal danger. But it turns out that’s not true at all! I was just a lazy caretaker. Which is a sad state of affairs because a lot of these guys really don’t need all that much in the way of work and attention. I’ve always kept potted herbs on my porch to some degree of success or another–mint and rosemary, for example, are hearty greenies which seem to thrive eternally, whereas parsley and dill are delicate weenies that will swoon and expire if you look at them funny.  When I recently realized I’d actually kept some parsley and dill alive for the last six months, I figured it was time to give indoor vegetation a try.

I’ve already lost the little paper tabs that tell you what sort of plant you got, however, I can share that the one in this photo is a Golden Pothos. Its name, however, is “lil Porthos” because that’s how I misread several friends’ recommendations. I did not invest in a botanical buddy, you see, but rather a member of the Three Musketeers.

I’ve heard all sorts of things about how plants purify your air, improve focus, enhance healing, etc. I guess those things could be true?  I’m just as scattered and absent-minded as ever. But it does make me feel nice to look at them, so that must count for something.

P.S. I found some planters that I liked, and which were not terribly expensive here, here, and here.
P.P.S The candles are from Burke & Hare and DS & Durga

Cocorrina dream journal I kept a handwritten dream journal for the longest time, from my late teenage years, through my mid-30s. At which point in time I discovered Tumblr (which is so weird to say because I know for a lot of people it was a college discovery, and discarded post-graduation. I still keep up with my Tumblr, believe it or not! ) For a time I recorded my dreams over on my tumblr, and made a little ritual each morning to pair a piece of art with my nocturnal adventures from the evening before. I got pretty butthurt though, when a troll accused me of making things up, so I discontinued the practice on that platform, and instead moved my dreams over to a 140 character format on the twitters, where I share bon mots such as this:

Last night I dreamed of thwarted attempts at peeing in a massive gravy boat. 9/10 of my dreams are me trying to take a wee; it’s a wonder I am not a chronic bed-wetter.

— Mlle Ghoul (@mlleghoul) December 10, 2017

When I saw that Cocorrina had a beautiful dream journal available for pre-order, I knew that it was time to take up my hand-written ramblings again. Hardcover with intricate, cosmic gold foil designs, it contains:

“150 pages of a clean, clutter-free layout that will help you record your dreams, keep a track, find similarities and hidden messages. The journal includes features as recording, date, time, title, moon phases, choosing from an extensive list of emotions and moods, space to write about your dream and so much more.”

itsblitzzz ASMR massage videos this is gonna be a hard sell for a lot of people, I realize that. But in 2016 or so I discovered the world of ASMR videos and it was a little mind-boggling, for a lot of reasons, but first and foremost is that people actually make money on Youtube by eating noodles or brushing their hair, all mic’ed up so that you can hear every slurp, every brushstroke. And viewers go nuts for it! I mean, it’s astonishingly ridiculous (AND I LOVE IT), and more power to anyone who can make their living that way, you know?

Initially I fell down the mukbang rabbit hole (mukbangs are eating shows, essentially, and a trend which originated in Korea; “a live online audiovisual broadcast in which a host eats large amounts of foods while interacting with their audience.”) And okay, I don’t blame you for thinking that’s really gross. But I don’t think it’s gross! I have always loved looking at cookbooks and pictures of food, and then later, online food blogs and crowd-sourced recipe curation sites. When Instagram came along, I’d fall asleep at night looking at beautifully shot photos of lobster rolls and cheese fondue. And then I discovered the mukbang community and it was freaking amazing. Listen, I know you’re not supposed to eat 50 dumplings in one sitting, or a dozen triple bacon cheeseburgers or whatever (though…sometimes…don’t you want to?) so I get my kicks vicariously by watching someone else do it.

Fast forward to 2019 and I’m realizing that ok, maybe I am starting to get a little grossed out by these people dipping their king crab legs in Cheez Whiz and I need to find another vice, and that’s when I came across itsblitzzz‘s channel. I believe Julia is a Youtuber who has been around a very long time, but it’s only her videos in more recent years that have captured my fancy. She’s got such a lovely personality and she’s so wonderfully warm, candid, and engaging. In the videos I like to watch, she typically invites a friend over and faces them to us, the audience –and I will just say that all of her friends are gorgeous and look like they belong in a Roger Eggers or Ari Aster film about witches or family demons or Swedish cultists or somesuch–while she, slightly off-camera, lightly massages their scalps, or brushes their hair, or wafts homemade essential oil blends about their person. It’s beautifully intimate without being the least bit sexualized, and watching these friends get gently and thoroughly pampered is just the most phenomenal way for me to unwind at the end of an evening. Julia also has “day in the life” or “what I ate today” videos and so on; sometimes I watch them, sometimes not. They’re always really interesting because I am quite nosy and love to see how other people live! But it’s the beautiful ASMR-scapes that really keep me coming back.

FYI: She incorporates lots of ASMR triggers into her content; finger tapping, hand fluttering, whispering, etc. If you dig that sort of thing, I think you will be pleased, but if you find that sort of thing foolish and irritating, then this definitely isn’t the thing for you.

Lastly, three beauty/skincare/cosmetic products I have been obsessed with lately:

-Edith “Dream Awake” nail lacquer from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Crimson Peak collection is part of a release from a few years back (but some products from the line are still available!) Described as, “gleaming metallic gold flares of a powerful imagination. The gilded sheen of a muse’s kiss, the glimmering, vivid glow of a story burning to be told,” this is a gorgeous golden shimmering shade which finally convinced me that black and silver are not the only claw colors I like.

La Roche-Posay Toleriane Ultra Sensitive Skin Face Moisturizer Intense I recently had been trying out a few new products, which, to my horror, left me with some dull, rough patches on my cheeks. “To my horror,” wow. Such melodrama! Well, when it’s your face, you sure feel that way, I guess. In perusing the ingredients, I believe I pinpointed what was giving me a hard time (willow bark, maybe?) and though the product itself initially feels and smells lovely, I have come to the conclusion that it is probably not something I want to be using twice, daily. I’d heard good things about La Roche Posay products and this one, in particular, is supposedly nice for sensitive skin. And it is! A week later and my skin feels even better than it did initially, and I am back to my former, doll-faced self.

The Obliphica Seaberry Hair Mask was a recommendation from Jo, whom I’m pretty sure we mention frequently in these Needful Things posts because she basically knows all the best things. And this hair mask is, without a doubt, one of the very best. I have dry, coarse, incredibly thick, color-treated hair. It’s a lot to deal with. And lately, I’ve been having even more to deal with in the form of a dry and itchy scalp ( I don’t know if that’s just body-problems or stress-problems) but the bottom line is I always just want to be scratching at my head, or preferably, asking friends with nice, long, fingernails to scratch at my head. Sadly, I can’t get anyone enthused about that.

I’ve been using this hair mask as an intensive twice-weekly deep conditioner and not only does it make my hair feel glorious from root to tip, it smells phenomenal. Or, as one reviewer remarks with disgust, it’s “highly perfumed.” That’s fine by me! I think it smells a quite a bit like the Revlon Outrageous shampoo that I used in the mid-to-late ’90s, which some folks say was a combination of bergamot, vetiver, and sandalwood. It was good stuff. Probably totally stripped the crap out of our hair, but man, did it smell incredible.

Honorable mentions:

• I swapped out several of my big, heavy, fluffy bath towels for these softly textured, light-weight cotton waffle weave towels, and they are just a million times better. They’re much less cumbersome to work with when trying to dry my hair after a shower and maybe even more absorbent than the old ones, they dry more quickly in the humid Florida summers, and they take up so much less space on the shelf. I’ve got my eyes on this lovely waffle weave robe, as well, but that’s going to be a celebratory gift for when I accomplish an important personal goal.

• This is going to sound silly, and maybe even a little boring, but while I have had multiple chargers for my iPhone (and lost most of them over the years) I have never had a docking station/charger stand for it. On a whim I grabbed one and have been keeping it in my office; I make a point of putting my phone to rest before I start getting ready to turn in for the evening, and I leave it there all night long. This ensures that I’m not laying in bed with a bright screen in my eyeballs for forty-five minutes every night. It’s really amazing how much more quickly I fall asleep when I’m not looking at photos of people eating a platter full of Cheeto burritos.

• I was gifted with a swan-shaped chrome ring holder last Christmas, and while it’s not something I would have purchased for myself, I hit on a brilliant idea to keep it near the kitchen sink so that I have a place to home my wayward rings when I’ve removed them before washing some dishes. I can’t count the times I’ve knocked them into the soapy water, or down inside that wily old finger-mangler, the dish disposal. Now my shiny little swan keeps them safe and dry–and sure, I still forget about them sometimes, but at least I don’t have to fish them out of the mucky, manky drain.

• Adorable new house slippers. Pictured here with a blanket that I started knitting for my baby sister to present as a “congrats on your divorce!” gift, but she got divorced three years ago so I’m obviously running a little behind on that particular project.

• This hairbrush which was stupidly expensive but I’m obsessed with it. I’d read it was good for scalp massaging and since it seems I can’t count on my long-fingernailed friends, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.


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Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness Collection Now Available

by on Jul.15, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness crystal collection is now available in the Haute Macabre Shop. This collection is a grouping of stones that I have been using to assist me in a season of anxiety and distress, which I discussed in this post.

Below you will find previews of today’s update, and I truly hope that these selections will help you the way that they have helped me. As always, I have hand selected each crystal individually.

 Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness
available now


Scolecite

Activating your upper chakras, third eye, and connecting to Kether, light moves through in waves, Scolecite is cosmic and calming. I handle scolecite and feel as if I am floating on a sea of iridescent milk, a cooling touch, a safe cavern of ice. { slide }

Scolecite gives me a similar vibration as Lemurian Seed Crystals do, a sense of serenity and connection. It is not as inter-dimensional as Lemurians, I still feel as if I am within my own body, and not adrift in the cosmos, but connected and serene.


Obsidian tower (large and small available)

Obsidian

The great protector, the great purifier: Obsidian will rapidly get to the root of your trauma, no matter how deeply it is hidden, and will effectively release the blocks that have been placed in your way.

Obsidian is not a gentle healer. It is a primal void, a psychic purge. It may sound aggressive, but not all healing is to be done with hand holding and soothing tones. There are times when you are a raw, open wound, and need to be jolted out of your own self destruction. Think of obsidian as a psychic weapon: the ancients carved it into blades, use that to cut through your layers of hurt and shadows, to protect you through the darkness while you are guided to the light.

Obsidian towers, pyramids, spheres, and scrying mirrors are available.

Obsidian Spheres: the blackest crystal balls

Obsidian Scrying Mirrors: Magicians, practitioners, and priests have used obsidian for magical purposes for centuries, as a scrying tool to aid them through the shadow realms, used during your trance work to view your spirit self, versions of you that walk beyond the thresholds. Obsidian will allow you to see your dark reflections, and effectively navigate the shadows.

Obsidian Pyramids: I personally keep one of these on my Isis altar.


Lepidolite Sphere 1
This sphere is the darkest purple of the lepidolite I have to offer, with glittering specks and veins webbing throughout, measuring 8.75″ in circumference.

Lepidolite

Agentle helper while easing through the trauma of anxiety. Rather than simply releasing it, it assist you in navigating the field of landmines, working through the tension and the fear.

In these months that I have been experiencing this tension and this anxiety, lepidolite has pulled me back down to here and now and out of my head. Having a high lithium content, it has sedative qualities, enough to smooth the sharp edges but not dull the mind. Dissolving obsessive thought patterns, lepidolite will quiet the mind, soothing you back to sleep during those insomnia hours.

Lepidolite Sphere 2
This sphere is a beautiful dusty lavender with starry sparkles throughout, measuring 8.5″ in circumference.


This selection of anxiety calming tools is now available in the
Haute Macabre Crystal Shop


 

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Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness Collection Now Available

by on Jul.15, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness crystal collection is now available in the Haute Macabre Shop. This collection is a grouping of stones that I have been using to assist me in a season of anxiety and distress, which I discussed in this post.

Below you will find previews of today’s update, and I truly hope that these selections will help you the way that they have helped me. As always, I have hand selected each crystal individually.

 Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness
available now


Scolecite

Activating your upper chakras, third eye, and connecting to Kether, light moves through in waves, Scolecite is cosmic and calming. I handle scolecite and feel as if I am floating on a sea of iridescent milk, a cooling touch, a safe cavern of ice. { slide }

Scolecite gives me a similar vibration as Lemurian Seed Crystals do, a sense of serenity and connection. It is not as inter-dimensional as Lemurians, I still feel as if I am within my own body, and not adrift in the cosmos, but connected and serene.


Obsidian tower (large and small available)

Obsidian

The great protector, the great purifier: Obsidian will rapidly get to the root of your trauma, no matter how deeply it is hidden, and will effectively release the blocks that have been placed in your way.

Obsidian is not a gentle healer. It is a primal void, a psychic purge. It may sound aggressive, but not all healing is to be done with hand holding and soothing tones. There are times when you are a raw, open wound, and need to be jolted out of your own self destruction. Think of obsidian as a psychic weapon: the ancients carved it into blades, use that to cut through your layers of hurt and shadows, to protect you through the darkness while you are guided to the light.

Obsidian towers, pyramids, spheres, and scrying mirrors are available.

Obsidian Spheres: the blackest crystal balls

Obsidian Scrying Mirrors: Magicians, practitioners, and priests have used obsidian for magical purposes for centuries, as a scrying tool to aid them through the shadow realms, used during your trance work to view your spirit self, versions of you that walk beyond the thresholds. Obsidian will allow you to see your dark reflections, and effectively navigate the shadows.

Obsidian Pyramids: I personally keep one of these on my Isis altar.


Lepidolite Sphere 1
This sphere is the darkest purple of the lepidolite I have to offer, with glittering specks and veins webbing throughout, measuring 8.75″ in circumference.

Lepidolite

Agentle helper while easing through the trauma of anxiety. Rather than simply releasing it, it assist you in navigating the field of landmines, working through the tension and the fear.

In these months that I have been experiencing this tension and this anxiety, lepidolite has pulled me back down to here and now and out of my head. Having a high lithium content, it has sedative qualities, enough to smooth the sharp edges but not dull the mind. Dissolving obsessive thought patterns, lepidolite will quiet the mind, soothing you back to sleep during those insomnia hours.

Lepidolite Sphere 2
This sphere is a beautiful dusty lavender with starry sparkles throughout, measuring 8.5″ in circumference.


This selection of anxiety calming tools is now available in the
Haute Macabre Crystal Shop


 

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Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness

by on Jul.12, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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In regards to the recent eclipse, and the upcoming: I recently talked about the malefic effect of eclipses, despite their beauty and despite their rarity (although they do happen at minimum twice a year), they obscure the light. They physically darken the skies, cast a shadow over the earth, frightening our ancestors and were portents of ill fortune to many.

I have stood outside staring at the sky during them, awestruck by the red hue of the moon, and transfixed by the shadows cast on the ground – the leaves create crescent moon shadows here on earth during a solar eclipse. Rather than practicing a ritualized magic this week, I have thought of these moments, and then on a deeper internal journey, I have tried to explore what has obscured my light, and left me struggling in the dark.

Over the last year, I have developed and suffered from new levels of anxiety. It’s difficult to discuss, especially in a public forum, where I already feel vulnerable and hyper examined, but it’s important for me to start to mend these edges that have become frayed. Historically, I have always been extremely even: Yes, I become head over heels emphatic about things ( I am, if nothing else, an excitable Gemini at my deepest core), but The Panic wasn’t really something I ever experienced. I had always done well under extreme stress, I remained sharpened and focused, and most importantly, kept my pieces stitched together. That has all changed over the last few seasons: a permanent knot had tightened in my stomach, my insomnia grew worse and worse, and my general sense of self worth diminished dramatically. The tension continued to grow, fed by a cycle of constant frustration and despair. The layer under my skin has felt ill contained, running too hot, a near constant state of the expectation of falling off a cliff. A shift in my psychic plane has occurred, a frightening new version of myself that I am not willing to invite into residence.

What has triggered these new reactions? Why have I walked away from this essay so many times, and made up so many small, unnecessary tasks that must be completed before returning to it? I am uncomfortable in it: a raw vulnerability. Writing this is a confrontation and an exposure.

In my efforts to rewire my newly rewired response system, to fill in the obsessive thought groves that have formed valleys in my mind, I have worked with certain stones. I haven’t done all of this consciously – they are not all types of stones that I have actively set out sourcing, I realize now that my attraction to them has been a direct manifestation of the tools necessary to begin my recovery. They are assisting me in reaching the stage beyond the totality, to navigate me through the panic state darkness. Each has aided me in a different way, and on a different level, and I share them with you now not only as tools to hopefully help you through the darkest times, but as a reminder that you are not alone.

Feature image is the “Shadows” card from the “Road to Nowhere Oracle Deck”


Scolecite

Activating your upper chakras, third eye, and connecting to Kether, light moves through in waves, Scolecite is cosmic and calming. I handle scolecite and feel as if I am floating on a sea of iridescent milk, a cooling touch, a safe cavern of ice. { slide }

Scolecite gives me a similar vibration as Lemurian Seed Crystals do, a sense of serenity and connection. It is not as inter-dimensional as Lemurians, I still feel as if I am within my own body, and not adrift in the cosmos, but connected and serene.

Scolecite palm stones will be available, one of which shall be energetically selected for you. Each is smooth and fits perfectly within your hand.

Lepidolite 

A gentle helper while easing through the trauma of anxiety. Rather than simply releasing it, it assist you in navigating the field of landmines, working through the tension and the fear

In these months that I have been experiencing this tension and this anxiety, lepidolite has pulled me back down to here and now and out of my head. Having a high lithium content, it has sedative qualities, enough to smooth the sharp edges but not dull the mind. Dissolving obsessive thought patterns, lepidolite will quiet the mind, soothing you back to sleep during those insomnia hours.

Various sized lepidolite spheres and free forms will be in this collection, which will be previewed in a live sale on Instagram on Monday – time shall be determined once I have been able to confirm that the potential storm headed towards the New Orleans area is not going to cause any delay or destruction. 

Obsidian

The great protector, the great purifier: Obsidian will rapidly get to the root of your trauma, no matter how deeply it is hidden, and will effectively release the blocks that have been placed in your way.

Obsidian is not a gentle healer. It is a primal void, a psychic purge. It may sound aggressive, but not all healing is to be done with hand holding and soothing tones. There are times when you are a raw, open wound, and need to be jolted out of your own self destruction. Think of obsidian as a psychic weapon: the ancients carved it into blades, use that to cut through your layers of hurt and shadows, to protect you through the darkness while you are guided to the light.

Obsidian towers, pyramids, spheres, and scrying mirrors will be available.

The Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness Collection will be available in the
Haute Macabre Shop on Monday, July 15, at 10AM CST.
Instagram Live Preview & Sale info TBA


 

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Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness

by on Jul.12, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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In regards to the recent eclipse, and the upcoming: I recently talked about the malefic effect of eclipses, despite their beauty and despite their rarity (although they do happen at minimum twice a year), they obscure the light. They physically darken the skies, cast a shadow over the earth, frightening our ancestors and were portents of ill fortune to many.

I have stood outside staring at the sky during them, awestruck by the red hue of the moon, and transfixed by the shadows cast on the ground – the leaves create crescent moon shadows here on earth during a solar eclipse. Rather than practicing a ritualized magic this week, I have thought of these moments, and then on a deeper internal journey, I have tried to explore what has obscured my light, and left me struggling in the dark.

Over the last year, I have developed and suffered from new levels of anxiety. It’s difficult to discuss, especially in a public forum, where I already feel vulnerable and hyper examined, but it’s important for me to start to mend these edges that have become frayed. Historically, I have always been extremely even: Yes, I become head over heels emphatic about things ( I am, if nothing else, an excitable Gemini at my deepest core), but The Panic wasn’t really something I ever experienced. I had always done well under extreme stress, I remained sharpened and focused, and most importantly, kept my pieces stitched together. That has all changed over the last few seasons: a permanent knot had tightened in my stomach, my insomnia grew worse and worse, and my general sense of self worth diminished dramatically. The tension continued to grow, fed by a cycle of constant frustration and despair. The layer under my skin has felt ill contained, running too hot, a near constant state of the expectation of falling off a cliff. A shift in my psychic plane has occurred, a frightening new version of myself that I am not willing to invite into residence.

What has triggered these new reactions? Why have I walked away from this essay so many times, and made up so many small, unnecessary tasks that must be completed before returning to it? I am uncomfortable in it: a raw vulnerability. Writing this is a confrontation and an exposure.

In my efforts to rewire my newly rewired response system, to fill in the obsessive thought groves that have formed valleys in my mind, I have worked with certain stones. I haven’t done all of this consciously – they are not all types of stones that I have actively set out sourcing, I realize now that my attraction to them has been a direct manifestation of the tools necessary to begin my recovery. They are assisting me in reaching the stage beyond the totality, to navigate me through the panic state darkness. Each has aided me in a different way, and on a different level, and I share them with you now not only as tools to hopefully help you through the darkest times, but as a reminder that you are not alone.

Feature image is the “Shadows” card from the “Road to Nowhere Oracle Deck”


Scolecite

Activating your upper chakras, third eye, and connecting to Kether, light moves through in waves, Scolecite is cosmic and calming. I handle scolecite and feel as if I am floating on a sea of iridescent milk, a cooling touch, a safe cavern of ice. { slide }

Scolecite gives me a similar vibration as Lemurian Seed Crystals do, a sense of serenity and connection. It is not as inter-dimensional as Lemurians, I still feel as if I am within my own body, and not adrift in the cosmos, but connected and serene.

Scolecite palm stones will be available, one of which shall be energetically selected for you. Each is smooth and fits perfectly within your hand.

Lepidolite 

A gentle helper while easing through the trauma of anxiety. Rather than simply releasing it, it assist you in navigating the field of landmines, working through the tension and the fear

In these months that I have been experiencing this tension and this anxiety, lepidolite has pulled me back down to here and now and out of my head. Having a high lithium content, it has sedative qualities, enough to smooth the sharp edges but not dull the mind. Dissolving obsessive thought patterns, lepidolite will quiet the mind, soothing you back to sleep during those insomnia hours.

Various sized lepidolite spheres and free forms will be in this collection, which will be previewed in a live sale on Instagram on Monday – time shall be determined once I have been able to confirm that the potential storm headed towards the New Orleans area is not going to cause any delay or destruction. 

Obsidian

The great protector, the great purifier: Obsidian will rapidly get to the root of your trauma, no matter how deeply it is hidden, and will effectively release the blocks that have been placed in your way.

Obsidian is not a gentle healer. It is a primal void, a psychic purge. It may sound aggressive, but not all healing is to be done with hand holding and soothing tones. There are times when you are a raw, open wound, and need to be jolted out of your own self destruction. Think of obsidian as a psychic weapon: the ancients carved it into blades, use that to cut through your layers of hurt and shadows, to protect you through the darkness while you are guided to the light.

Obsidian towers, pyramids, spheres, and scrying mirrors will be available.

The Beyond the Totality: Alleviating the Darkness Collection will be available in the
Haute Macabre Shop on Monday, July 15, at 10AM CST.
Instagram Live Preview & Sale info TBA


 

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Damien Echols’ HIGH MAGICK: Priming Oneself to Cast Spells

by on Jul.11, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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Please welcome occult contributor Janaka Stucky to Haute Macabre team of writers.

You may know Damien Echols as one of the West Memphis Three—three men who were convicted as teenagers in 1994, of the 1993 murders of three boys in West Memphis, Arkansas. The case against them was circumstantial at best, and the prosecution pinned its case on the the fact that the three suspects were into the occult and heavy metal, and that murders were part of a satanic ritual (this was at the tail end of the country’s “satanic panic” period). The case became a bit of a cause celebre, and for more on the trial itself you can check out one of the numerous documentaries out there. Echols was sentenced to death, and then—after 20 years on death row—he was somewhat suddenly and surprisingly released.

In High Magick, Echols has created “a guide to the spiritual practices that saved my life on death row.” He means this quite literally, on two levels: for Echols attributes his ability to stay centered and survive the day-to-day brutality of the environment to these practices, and he also attributes his eventual freedom to the power of the practices as well. As someone who grew up in an ashram, exposed to chanting and meditation before I could even walk—and who started dabbling in occult and esoteric practices about 25 years ago—I am always curious to see how others organize and present these disciplines for general practice. I found Echols’ book to be well-informed, lucidly accessible, and even unexpectedly funny at times.


Talisman of Tzadkiel: Original painting by Echols

Echols opens with a quick overview describing his own experience with magick, as well as defining what ‘it is and isn’t,’ outlining its various usages for both theurgical and thaumaturgical ends. Part II opens with a chapter titled, “Why Spell Books Don’t Work,” in which he describes the power of intention and energy cultivated in the individual behind the spell—and the primacy of that over the spell itself. This really sets up the rest of the book, and lays the foundation for what I found especially poignant and valuable in High Magick overall—namely, Echols’ street cred in mainstream culture as a goth / metal icon who is teaching serious fundamentals of ceremonial magick that go much deeper than the current zeitgeist of crystals, tarot, and astrology.

Magick saved my life. Magick was the only thing in prison that gave my life purpose and kept me sane. Magick was the only thing I had to protect myself with.

High Magick is a useful primer for anyone interested in learning some fundamental techniques for meditation, as well as for getting their feet wet with various traditions of ceremonial magick. Drawing from the Western Esoteric Tradition potpourri of Thelemic practices, Toaist techniques, and Kabbalistic structures, Echols lays out a variety of exercises to help individuals cultivate their attentive powers, and direct their intentions towards specific outcomes. Coming from Echols, and what he has survived, the efficacy of these exercises feels fairly credible from the outset. Even a veteran practitioner like myself found some of the content new and exciting. While the field of this material is vast, and I would encourage broader reading than Echols alone, I certainly recommend the book to anyone who’s interested in a progressive introduction to magick.

You may find High Magick at your local independent bookseller, or online (and in store) at Ritual Cravt.
You may find Janaka’s poetry collections in the Haute Macabre Library.


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Damien Echols’ HIGH MAGICK: Priming Oneself to Cast Spells

by on Jul.11, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

Reposted from | Go to Original Post

Please welcome occult contributor Janaka Stucky to Haute Macabre team of writers.

You may know Damien Echols as one of the West Memphis Three—three men who were convicted as teenagers in 1994, of the 1993 murders of three boys in West Memphis, Arkansas. The case against them was circumstantial at best, and the prosecution pinned its case on the the fact that the three suspects were into the occult and heavy metal, and that murders were part of a satanic ritual (this was at the tail end of the country’s “satanic panic” period). The case became a bit of a cause celebre, and for more on the trial itself you can check out one of the numerous documentaries out there. Echols was sentenced to death, and then—after 20 years on death row—he was somewhat suddenly and surprisingly released.

In High Magick, Echols has created “a guide to the spiritual practices that saved my life on death row.” He means this quite literally, on two levels: for Echols attributes his ability to stay centered and survive the day-to-day brutality of the environment to these practices, and he also attributes his eventual freedom to the power of the practices as well. As someone who grew up in an ashram, exposed to chanting and meditation before I could even walk—and who started dabbling in occult and esoteric practices about 25 years ago—I am always curious to see how others organize and present these disciplines for general practice. I found Echols’ book to be well-informed, lucidly accessible, and even unexpectedly funny at times.


Talisman of Tzadkiel: Original painting by Echols

Echols opens with a quick overview describing his own experience with magick, as well as defining what ‘it is and isn’t,’ outlining its various usages for both theurgical and thaumaturgical ends. Part II opens with a chapter titled, “Why Spell Books Don’t Work,” in which he describes the power of intention and energy cultivated in the individual behind the spell—and the primacy of that over the spell itself. This really sets up the rest of the book, and lays the foundation for what I found especially poignant and valuable in High Magick overall—namely, Echols’ street cred in mainstream culture as a goth / metal icon who is teaching serious fundamentals of ceremonial magick that go much deeper than the current zeitgeist of crystals, tarot, and astrology.

Magick saved my life. Magick was the only thing in prison that gave my life purpose and kept me sane. Magick was the only thing I had to protect myself with.

High Magick is a useful primer for anyone interested in learning some fundamental techniques for meditation, as well as for getting their feet wet with various traditions of ceremonial magick. Drawing from the Western Esoteric Tradition potpourri of Thelemic practices, Toaist techniques, and Kabbalistic structures, Echols lays out a variety of exercises to help individuals cultivate their attentive powers, and direct their intentions towards specific outcomes. Coming from Echols, and what he has survived, the efficacy of these exercises feels fairly credible from the outset. Even a veteran practitioner like myself found some of the content new and exciting. While the field of this material is vast, and I would encourage broader reading than Echols alone, I certainly recommend the book to anyone who’s interested in a progressive introduction to magick.

You may find High Magick at your local independent bookseller, or online (and in store) at Ritual Cravt.
You may find Janaka’s poetry collections in the Haute Macabre Library.


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Haute Haunts: Building A Mystery (House)

by on Jul.10, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

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My parents are divorced, so from elementary school to high-school I spent my holiday breaks flying in and out of the San Jose airport. Four times a year, I lived a life filled with California things: rollercoasters and hot dogs, road trips under the redwoods, oysters and sourdough and fog and saltwater. Yet despite spending so much of my growing up in the vicinity of San Jose, I didn’t realize it was home to the Winchester Mystery House until just a few months ago.

This past weekend, I finally took a tour through the house’s supposedly haunted halls. Better late than never!

The Winchester Mystery House sounds, well, mysterious. One might (and I did) imagine the sprawling mansion in the middle of nowhere because at one point it was. Now, it breathes the air of shopping malls and other sleek, modern buildings that crowd palm-tree-infested photos — at times more Disneyland than Haunted Overload. Once you get inside, however, you forget the fresh coats of paint and the gift shop.

Inside, the Winchester House truly is a mystery.

Standing since 1884, the Queen Anne Style Victorian was the home of Sarah Winchester, who purchased land in California after the death of her high school sweetheart, William Winchester. From 1884 until her own death in 1922, Sarah kept the house in a state of constant construction, with horizontal and vertical expansions happening alongside more esoteric projects: doors that lead to a twenty-foot drop, cupboards that open into living suites (rarely) and walls (more often), and narrow staircases with tiny steps. Though maintenance keeps much of this tourist attraction fitted with unsightly fire sprinkler systems and unnervingly fresh coats of paint, many rooms still show a world dreamt up on the edge between progress and decay, building and destroying.

Legend has it that Sarah Winchester, perhaps adhering to the Spiritualist fashions of the time, sought advice from a medium when tuberculosis claimed her beloved. This medium instructed Sarah to leave her East Coast home and begin constructing a mansion that could never stop growing. A mansion that could house the angry spirits of those who lost their lives to the Winchester rifle — and keep them from taking hers. It’s this state of perpetuum mobile that makes the Winchester Mystery House what it is and saturates the anecdotes of its tour guides, which overflow with tales of ghost sightings and eager descriptions of where in the building the number thirteen repeats.

An interesting story, certainly. But is it true?

Frustratingly, there’s no way to know. Maybe Sarah Winchester kept building in order to provide jobs and lodging for her many employees, who became a sort of family to her. Possibly it’s lead exposure from the constant painting that made her “crazy,” not a fear of ghosts. My favorite theory is that self-taught Sarah, an architect when women could not be architects, simply loved building. In her younger days, as she traveled with her husband, she regularly made notes of styles she liked and later imported pieces from all over the world. The house is a love letter to architecture, not a perversion of it.

Despite its idiosyncrasies, or because of them, the Winchester Mystery House is a marvel. It’s survived multiple earthquakes better than other buildings in the area. What remains of the original fIxtures is gorgeous: ornate dust corners on the stairs, hand-painted silk wallpaper, and stunning stained-glass windows. And when these details contextualize the age and wildness of the house, something breathtaking happens.

 


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Haute Haunts: Building A Mystery (House)

by on Jul.10, 2019, under Syndicated from the Web

Reposted from | Go to Original Post

My parents are divorced, so from elementary school to high-school I spent my holiday breaks flying in and out of the San Jose airport. Four times a year, I lived a life filled with California things: rollercoasters and hot dogs, road trips under the redwoods, oysters and sourdough and fog and saltwater. Yet despite spending so much of my growing up in the vicinity of San Jose, I didn’t realize it was home to the Winchester Mystery House until just a few months ago.

This past weekend, I finally took a tour through the house’s supposedly haunted halls. Better late than never!

The Winchester Mystery House sounds, well, mysterious. One might (and I did) imagine the sprawling mansion in the middle of nowhere because at one point it was. Now, it breathes the air of shopping malls and other sleek, modern buildings that crowd palm-tree-infested photos — at times more Disneyland than Haunted Overload. Once you get inside, however, you forget the fresh coats of paint and the gift shop.

Inside, the Winchester House truly is a mystery.

Standing since 1884, the Queen Anne Style Victorian was the home of Sarah Winchester, who purchased land in California after the death of her high school sweetheart, William Winchester. From 1884 until her own death in 1922, Sarah kept the house in a state of constant construction, with horizontal and vertical expansions happening alongside more esoteric projects: doors that lead to a twenty-foot drop, cupboards that open into living suites (rarely) and walls (more often), and narrow staircases with tiny steps. Though maintenance keeps much of this tourist attraction fitted with unsightly fire sprinkler systems and unnervingly fresh coats of paint, many rooms still show a world dreamt up on the edge between progress and decay, building and destroying.

Legend has it that Sarah Winchester, perhaps adhering to the Spiritualist fashions of the time, sought advice from a medium when tuberculosis claimed her beloved. This medium instructed Sarah to leave her East Coast home and begin constructing a mansion that could never stop growing. A mansion that could house the angry spirits of those who lost their lives to the Winchester rifle — and keep them from taking hers. It’s this state of perpetuum mobile that makes the Winchester Mystery House what it is and saturates the anecdotes of its tour guides, which overflow with tales of ghost sightings and eager descriptions of where in the building the number thirteen repeats.

An interesting story, certainly. But is it true?

Frustratingly, there’s no way to know. Maybe Sarah Winchester kept building in order to provide jobs and lodging for her many employees, who became a sort of family to her. Possibly it’s lead exposure from the constant painting that made her “crazy,” not a fear of ghosts. My favorite theory is that self-taught Sarah, an architect when women could not be architects, simply loved building. In her younger days, as she traveled with her husband, she regularly made notes of styles she liked and later imported pieces from all over the world. The house is a love letter to architecture, not a perversion of it.

Despite its idiosyncrasies, or because of them, the Winchester Mystery House is a marvel. It’s survived multiple earthquakes better than other buildings in the area. What remains of the original fIxtures is gorgeous: ornate dust corners on the stairs, hand-painted silk wallpaper, and stunning stained-glass windows. And when these details contextualize the age and wildness of the house, something breathtaking happens.

 


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