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Alternatives to Burning Sage for Cleansing

When you think of cleansing, the first method usually thought of is burning sage. But sometimes that’s not possible.

Reasons Why Burning Sage Might Not Be Your Method of Cleansing:

Your building/parents/dorm prohibits burning anything

There’s little to no ventilation where you would be cleansing

You or someone you live with has lungs that are compromised (asthma,bronchitis,weak lungs, etc.)

You or someone you live with has a smoke allergy

You live with pets/animals and have no place to safely place them while you are burning sage. 

You are scared of starting a fire

You do not have access/can afford to buy to ethically bought/sold sage. It is always better to buy cleansing sage, especially white sage from Native Americans.

You dislike the smell

Whatever your reason, it isn’t less effective to cleanse via other means. One isn’t more powerful than the other. It’s all about your focus, energy, and intent.

Here are some other methods of cleansing:

Use sea salt to cleanse (Be mindful of bugs/animals/environment when using this method)

Use holy water (Creation methods vary)

Use a bell and chime in areas to get rid of bad energy 

Use your voice/singing 

Using a broom and visualization to “sweep” the bad energy away (This is the origination of the myth that witches fly on broomsticks)

Burning white candles

Feel free to add your own alternative methods of cleansing!

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lost in the moss

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rain: *makes sounds*

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The Nøkken

There are dozens of trails along the lake, and for all intents and purposes, you could have easily chosen a popular one. Instead, you just had to select the oldest trail in the entire park with only a thin strip of dirt signifying the path. You found it by accident, looking over a decades-old map in the park’s museum, quickly deciding to give it a try. After all, you know the other trails well enough to walk them blindfolded, might as well give something new a go. The sun is high in the sky as you find the entrance, tucked in between cypress trees, utterly invisible to anyone who wouldn’t know to look for it. The humidity is a little extra thick today, though since it’s still early spring, it doesn’t come with the smothering heat that chokes your throat with every breath.

You are slathered in a shiny layer of bug spray and armed with a walking stick to test out any suspicious looking ground. This may be a large tourist location with plenty of good walking trails, but it still is a wetland and needs not to be underestimated. The sounds of cicadas roar dully in your ears as you begin to walk down the sliver of dirt, the vegetation steadily growing thicker the deeper you wander. Though the dirt path is several paces away from the water, you keep a sharp eye out for any gators who might want to make you their midmorning snack. The unmistakable smell of the swamp fills your lungs, a scent of mud and green and sickly sweet rot.

It must have only been twenty minutes into the walk when you hear it. It’s a melody that halts your body like a spell, a voice so inhumanely flawless it brings tears to your eyes, coming from the water. Fear and adrenaline fail to develop, and so you feel nothing but calm as you turn to face the source of the song. The words are ancient, their power resonating into your very bones, tangled with desperation and promise. A man, half inside the water, back and head covered in the green moss that clings against the rocks and trees holds out his hand to you, mouth quirked into a lusty half smile. His eyes shimmer different colors like opals, shifting from green to blue to violet by the slightest twist of your neck.

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me, a witch: “may I interest you in a rock?”