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SweetKittyCat5
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Valeriyabeyond said:


Beautiful image SweetKitty


Ahh...thank you my sweetness.. and please enjoy the reminder of your evening as well🍷

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SweetKittyCat5 said:
https://www.livescience.com/40828-why-witches-ride-broomsticks.html

Okay lepperochan, I found an article that pretty much explains in depth about witches and brooms, and  thank you for that reliable information


Traditionally , there are seven herbs , some more
deadly than others , yet with great care may be used...

That is why , myself , I would not laugh about it...

Some have died , experimenting without proper knowledge...

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Nice post of the ritual , Sweet Kitty...

I would add , my Tradition teaches something very specific
regarding the sound / vibrations / chants that relate to the
seven levels of the brain , from Cerebrum , Neo - Cortex ,
Interbrain , Mid - Brain , Pons , Cerebellum , and Medulla
Oblangata , where we know the "third eye" truly resides ,
and runs the channel through the brain , on a "psychic" level...

This has been called "the eye in the back of your head"...

More modern "eastern traditions" changed and hid the old ways...

If one notes spine and channel from base of skull...

You can feel the hollow point at the back of the skull...

This was known in Khem / Egypt , as the "Staff of Set"...

There are certain sets of sonics , pronounce properly ,
that awaken that channel of the brain...

Just thought I would add that...thanks again !

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Blackwolf said:

Traditionally , there are seven herbs , some more
deadly than others , yet with great care may be used...

That is why , myself , I would not laugh about it...

Some have died , experimenting without proper knowledge...


Oh I will go a step farther...  have conjured up the wrong energy force.... Enjoy your evening as well

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The Sweet Taste Of Poison

I am the seducer, the sorcerer, the beguiling witch    
An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen Of Troy to itch    
Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds      
The upper dominion I slay you when your head is turned      
Mourning lost souls, to the staked I watched them burn      
     
Goddess, Muse, I draw you in by the signature of my mesmerizing smile, unto the full moon I hear the distance howls
Poisonous kiss of venom      
Climb inside the inner chaste of my feverish touch, once out, begging to dip back in it      
What is this Jinn you talk about dear child      
Of the dust of this the earth the spirit of me in exile      
Seductress, you fall into the line of my deceptive wiles      
   
Youíve seen my silhouette perched on the crescent of the moon      
Entangled sheets with Kings, Emperors, Princes of sand dunes      
As I took the core of their dethroned lifeline and bathed in their blood in the depth of the Blue Lagoon      
Youíve traversed me in the constellation, of a falling ether, twins we abide, soul searching we asunder      
The sector of infinity, houses the fortification of my creation, disquiet not, you kneel in the presence of my fifth wonder      
   
The dirt of the earth could not contain the restlessness of my supine lay      
Creation, death, rejuvenated as a Dove searching for new life from the arc, my wings have seen the dawn of a new day      
Do you comprehend the lustful karma of my predestined creed      
The blood of melanin protects the warrior divinity assuaged of me      
Your skin I worship, your blood drips in the goblet Iíve tasted, the covenant of Hades shall remain mine      
Offering of the sacrifices, casting pearls before swine      
   
Sticks and stones, the mind is where I roam, the echoes of the heart      
Eaten, swallowed itís my bloodline, the oath, rituals of an ancestral art      
And poof just like that      
Midnight dwells nine lives of a feline whoís wicked at this and naughtier at that      
Fear me not, little one      
The time for us shall entwine then come undone      
   
I am the beautiful succubus as wise men wallow in sweet surrender, their skin upon my lips, I shall feast      
Chants of five phases of the moon, close your eyes, you shall feel the drawing warmth of my heat      
You speak of ill potions by the tip of your sword      
Yet forbid me the truth, on the spillage of your word, by fourscores      
   
Salacious marvels enlightenment of Aphrodite, my Haitian blood no end in the realm of time      
I am who I am, the Loa passages in the sacredness by belief of Cosmo designs    
Kissed upon the lips of Diablo, fled his bed      
Intoxicated him through the portal of Heaven, my sultry passion, enthralled him, once ecstasy was led as his devilish emotions bled      
The sweet taste of poison, so sweetly it drips      
Close your eyes, seduced in your sweet dream amiss, as you reopen to the scent of a lover's eternal reminisce

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