Rotting Meat and Greasy Bones

I’ve seen many folk who acquire bones, skins, and other animal parts from sellers or straight off the highway with no regard to the animal’s spirit. Many today speak of sacred relationships with our four-legged, winged and swimming brothers and sisters, but then they just buy some bones or skins to use in crafts to make a wand or some other shit with no regard to the animals consent to it nor how they were treated in life. They just want the aesthetic.

Let’s face it: animal husbandry is a horrid practice today. Animals are kept in pins like product and “packaged” in machines that slit their throats, drain them, and then render their flesh. Totally impersonal and inhumane. Rabbits are struck to the floor to break their necks and sheep are practically skinned alive by sheering. While their are some folks who do this work ethically and treat their animals right, we have to face it that the majority does not.

Animals are hunted for furs, mounted trophies, and a good buck from the buyers. In my relations with the furred, feathered, and scaled kin, I follow as the Cherokee taught. An animal that is killed without offering its self to the Hunter becomes vengeful and will bring disease to their killer.

The Cherokee followed a belief in reincarnation but not for humans as is explained in the tale of Coyote going to save the dead. Another tale relates putting leaves over the blood spilt when an animal is killed and later on that animal will rise again from the pile of leaves. This is how they believed the game returned. They also placed a portion of the animal in the fire as thanks.

I recently received two raccoon skulls (pictured above). Many of the teeth are missing and one has a broken eye socket, I suspect from being hit by a car. The other I have no clue about. Keeping the bones of animals like this can be an emotional burden. You know you cannot change the pain they went through, naturally or by man. Here in your hands your hold the last piece of a being that couldn’t been beaten to death or left to die alone.

The Natives always treated the animal with the utmost respect, pre and postmortem. And I set to do the same in my work. In Appalachia, most people still hold the belief that all the animals are our kin. While there are some macho-hunters who will spend all day trying to convince you of a deer’s lack of intelligence, ask a woman. They’ll always tell you about God and the animals. Maybe it’s that wisdom that pushed the Cherokee to a matriarchy in the first place: where they consulted woman regarding trade and war because they had the closest hearts to the earth.

As Appalachians, we are a people who always mourn the past and the good ol’ days. Even to the smallest thing.

Them old granny women knew about kindness. Though their temper usually arrives before they do, their hearts were gold. They respected the spirits that aided them, spiritually and physically in the form of food. Though this changed drastically when the Industrial Age began and factories began moving into Appalachia, making the dollar bill greater. Or maybe it changed when the Natives traded the skins of their brothers to the settlers for their guns and foreign treasures. Who knows?

Within the past few years, a large pagan community has come to flourish in Appalachia. New faith on old ground. The problem is no one knows its history. No one sees their furry neighbors as much since the largest population lives in cities. The best way to work with our kith and kin of the hills is to learn about them. Hogs, coyotes, turkeys, doves, snakes, turtles, salamanders etc.

They are not just props or ingredients possible for use in your craft, whatever you practice. They live as you do. Whenever you wish to use an animal’s part, do so with respect and permission. As modern witches we have knowledge of spiritual natures. We speak to spirits daily. For you to go around taking as you please is plainly rude as shit to the spirits of that animal. Even animals want peace after death sometimes.

Do this when you find bones or whatever you wish to use.

•firstly, ask before you take. I usually get a bad feeling in my gut if it’s a no, and a deep peace if it’s a yes. Leave something behind. Whether some tobacco, pocket change etc. Give as you take.

•clean the bones up, rend the meat off if need be. Keep what you will use and bury the rest after following the next step.

•speak to the spirit. Ask it what it needs. This may take some time before you get a reply. Animals usually express their wants and needs to us in dreams but divination will suffice.

•if the spirit agrees to work with you personally, treat it with care. I have a coyote pelt from which I work with a coyote spirit I have name Ol Blue. Every time I leave the house, I rub the pelt just like I would a living dog. Right behind the ears 😉. Give them attention as you would any friend.

•Some animals were dealt a hard life, often at the hands of other humans. Their souls need healing. The best way I have found in keeping bones is to sing to them and sit with them. Speak with them in a soothing voice telling them it’s all okay now. I like to sing them old folk songs like Tree in the Valley. This can take months.

•prep their “home” with what they need: bowl of water, some type of food that they would eat, flowers etc. This is establishing a relationship. Stay with it. Change the water regularly and “feed” them regularly as well.

•Now if the spirit hasn’t agreed to work with you personally, but will allow you to use its parts, then you’ll need to clean them and bless them. As my magical tradition is Appalachia Folk Magic, I always stay as traditional as I can even though Mamaw wasn’t doing this type of thing. Pray psalms 23 over it and baptize it with “living water”. Wrap it up in a white hankie and leave it out side for three nights. Bring it back in and work it how you will.

Animal spirits can be great allies to work with. Most often they will help protect you, warn you, and comfort you. They are friends. As in all friendships, it is give and take. So treat your friends kindly, especially the non-human ones.

Whispers From Watauga: What Appalachian Folk Magic Is Not

With my extensive knowledge of American Folk Magic, I often forget that others do not know the distinctions and differences between traditions like I do. So I decided to write this post to outline where traditions meet and separate, how to tell authentic Appalachian Folk Magic from the new age and “dark, witchy” add ons that folks are proposing and selling as “traditional”.

Let’s remind ourselves of the culture and the region of Appalachia. Nestled in the Southern Highlands, Appalachia was isolated for most of recorded history. It was/is populated by people of different lands and faiths: the native tribes, Germans, Irish, Ulster Scots, Scotts-Irish, African Americans (mostly from West Africa), and the British.

Appalachia is a myriad land filled with fields and forest, cool streams and foggy lakes. Nighttime is often unpleasing: filled with dark, towering trees that could be harboring any kind of critter, hills and mountains that echo the laughter of coyotes and the growls of mama bears. This made Appalachia a breeding ground for superstition and tales, many of which began before the hills were “settled”.

The Cherokee often speak of Raven Mockers flying through the night waiting for a soul to steal. They spoke of disease bringing spirits, taboos of eating animals of the water, land or air together in one meal, and the bad things come from a menstruating woman (not because of misogyny, but because if it’s “chaotic power. The Cherokee matriarchy didn’t end until Christians influenced their culture).

The Irish, British, and Scottish brought with them their own lore on witches and falling ill to enchantment. They brought tales of Little people waiting to bring ill fortune, disease, and spoiled food to those who offended them. Much like the Cherokee Yunwi Tsunsdi, they may steal children, place a spell over you to get lost, and even take you to their house to live with them forever.

The Africans brought with them their own superstitions, many regarding death and disease. They also brought teachings that reinforced the belief that a witch who has your blood, spit, urine, etc. could end you or do anything else their imagination would grant them. They also reinforced the importance of honoring our Ancestors, a practice long held across the globe, but barely remembered today. They also reinforced the belief and connection to ones land; a belief also shared across cultures, but one that quickly lost hold into the latest millenniums.

The biggest portion that has survived down family lines are practices originating in the British Isles, Ireland, Scotland etc. Not much African components remained as this location was highly Baptist so the option of merging their beliefs with the white mans religion, like with the Deep South and Catholicism, just wasn’t possible. Tokens of wisdom were passed down and soon disregarded by the children who converted to Christianity and those who no longer honored their elders, which became a rampant act of society in the 70s to the 90s.

All of these cultures merged and mixed, creating the unique social, religious, and folk structure we have today. From food to music, magic to medicine and all in between, it is a stew of magic and mystery, of sin and salvation.

Today, many people feel the urge to honor their culture, especially the magic here, but they do not wish to go speak to and learn from elders. They google and google and bing and yahoo to their hearts fullest to no avail. These websites today are have-assed, putting off simple superstitions as Appalachian Folk Magic, when it is so much more than that. There’s also the problem with outsiders who take this work and pose around as Appalachians without a lick of an accent.

This woman, she owns this place in Vegas called Haven Craft. And yes I’m calling her out because she is a fraud and does nothing but appropriate other people’s cultures. In the year I have been keeping an eye on her, she has claimed in Youtube videos as being born and raised in Appalachia, then she was Native, and the most recent is she is a Romani who traveled around with her grandmother.

Bless her god-blessed heart.

One video she spoke on her granny slathering herself in lard or some shit, and going out to meditate and meet the fairies and something about collecting fairy stones to speak with them. She also talked about creatures in hell that rise up….

So I commented and called her out on it. Her response was “Every family practices differently.” They do, I agreed with that. So I asked where she grew up. She said Roan Mountain, East Tennessee. That’s when I knew she was bullshitting because I grew up there also. Her rebuttal was that her work if a mixture of what her granny taught her among other things she’s learned. That’s fine. My issue is her selling it out as Appalachia folk magic to its fullest.

There’s another who wrote a series of books, Barbara Diva I believe her name is. She mixes in new age philosophy with it, talks about using bind runes *eyeroll* and wands. *another eyeroll*. The bind runes is absolutely false. Wands on the other hand have only recently been adopted into it by a handful of workers here, again due to the new age movement and influence from mainstream witchcraft.

Orion Foxwood is another. The majority of his book is nothing but paths for self enlightenment, cultivating ones spirit, and growing your spirit, and that’s fine. If you’re practicing Wicca or Hinduism. Transformation of the self was not known to the old folk. The closest they would be able to compare it to is a good sermon on a Sunday morning where the preacher taught exactly “what they prayed to God about.”

Not only that, it is highly influenced by the Hoodoo of the Deep South and more new age influence. The title is extremely misleading. There were but a few tidbits that were accurately Appalachian in the whole manuscript.

All of these people have one thing in common: they are selling something that is fraudulently being called Appalachian Folk Magic. For money, title, I don’t give a shit what. Then you have the other people who barely do research (or fucking talk to people from the area) and water it down to simply odd superstitions categorized as Good Luck, Bad Luck, Witches, Death Omens, etc. as if we have no form to our magic but old sayings.

I have presented plenty on this blog on how we do authentic Appalachian Folk Magic. And now I’m going to give you tips on how to see the frauds.


They firstly try to convince you they are from the area and that they were born and raised here. Notice their accent. How often to they mention their family? Too much can also be a hint. (Overselling).


They’ll talk about using any kind of crystal other than mountain quartz. I don’t even know the actual name for it, it’s what everyone calls it here.


Notice the elements employed in their “craft.” We don’t use incense, if at all. All of the old folks hated the stuff. Hell most of em had or now have COPD as it is. Seems contradictory considering most old folks smoked, but the only things considered close to incense sticks were burning herbs. Even then they were done inside only when mamaw was out.


We don’t use athemes or wands (historically anyway). We don’t seek out the Little Folk at all, it’s believed to do so will have them put you under their power and get lost. We rarely petition them and when we do, it’s when a true and fast miracle is needed. They (especially their power) is continuously reckoned with and regular offerings are left. To do otherwise is to warrant their displeasure and bad luck to befall you.


We are superstitious folk. But when you’re coming to speak with Appalachian people, be sure to pull actual Appalachian superstitions out of your arse, cause we can tell. You may also have people who study folklore often present in the group. They may correct you. Be weary if you have a fragile ego.


The old time recipes never call for frankincense, dragons blood, bats blood ink, and anything else new to America through the Wiccan and new age movement. We use what’s in the yard, barn, at the grocery store, or in the woods. We use animal blood, needles and fabric; river rocks, baking twine and salt.


We don’t use pentacles. These continue to be regarded as satanic in the major Christian area. Feel free to use it. But don’t call it traditional. Many people today are also mixing in traditional European witchcraft. While it does contain those elements, pay attention to how much they’ve mixed in. And we definitely don’t cast circles.


We don’t use prayer sticks, medicine bundles, or anything else you wish to rip off from the West Native people. The only native influences that continue to live in this work are the uses of some waters and dirts, using certain plants for such and such, basket weaving, and pottery made from the river mud.


We don’t use specialty oils often, such as Adam and Eve oil, Road Opener Oil, etc. These are adapted from Deep South Hoodoo. I personally use them and sell them in my shop as a majority of my clients practice that tradition of folk magic. We primarily just use olive oil or vegetable oil that’s been prayed over and maybe infused with a particular herb.


They’re not voodoo dolls here. They’re dollies, doll babies, nannies, beanies etc.


We don’t “charge” things. The tools we use are prayed over or just used. Remember the old folks and lay people here didn’t have thoughts and cautions on magic that we have today that stem from modern occult philosophy. We have our own thoughts and ways about us, but nothing too special or as complex as that. Things just were and they worked just as they were, no blessing or cleansing needed.


We don’t use “intentions” to heal and shoot. We use prayer, faith, and common sense. The strongest form of magic exemplified in Appalachia is that of using images to affect others, or simple symbolism to affect cures. We don’t use affirmations or follow the law of attraction. You do get what’s coming to you but just setting there thinking positive about money ain’t gonna bring a buck into the house. Work for it.


The old folks rarely used jar works like most in Deep South Hoodoo do today. Jars were expensive and primarily used for canning food for the winter. Every once in a while they may be used though. But not as extensively as in the Deep South. The most common used here were tin cans and buckets.


We don’t use crystals. I don’t know how many times I have to say that. The only “crystal” used is quartzite which is found throughout these hills, fields and forests.


We don’t work with the Goddess and God. Works are done by the power of the Holy Trinity. This also can be adapted. But when I see you doing a working with rose quartz and amazonite, calling on Hecate, don’t call it traditional, let alone Appalachian.


We do not worship Demeter, Jack Frost, Father Winter, etc. as one website claims. Lord I hate that website.


Pay attention to their “products”. Mine are homemade and each component has its purpose. 90% of my materials are Home made or locally sourced. But today we have folks running around selling anything with a feather or holy stone glued to it as magic from Appalachia. Authentic Appalachian charms mostly consist of a simple sachet bag, a penny worn about the neck, a paper packet simply bound with yarn, etc. We don’t care much for those decorations when work needs done. I understand the want to appeal to customers for them to buy your products, but don’t go all out on it. You’ll look desperate for sells then.


Saying you lived on the Qualla Boundary to justify using native practices doesn’t give you credit in the magical community. Most natives today are Christian and no longer call on the Thunder, Tsul Kalu, etc. Neither do they believe in the power of their people’s medicine. 98% now turn to western medicine for their needs. And no, it’s not a reservation. Folks who do this will call it that. That should be your number one red flag.


The old folks didn’t use tarot cards. Maybe a handful, but not so much as to remain open about it. Many, if they read the cards at all, used playing cards.


Scrying with water in a bowl is not Appalachian. It is another add-on. We do scry or “watch” the water, but it has to be living water. Water that flows.


No body gives out full traditional workings. I even don’t. It’s a belief that stems from the Cherokee. Formulas loose power as they are passed around by more people. Maybe it’s true or maybe not, but I’d rather not take the chance on something that seemed important enough to remain intact over hundreds of years. The workings that I advise to people and clients are traditional with a twist. I’ll advise you to pray a particular verse or do it towards a certain way; still all tradional beliefs and practices that I simply attach perfectly to the work.


So there’s a good list for you to use to point out the frauds that continue to visit our doorways to take what they can and leave what they don’t like. This list will likely grow over the next week or so, although it is already extensive enough.

Enough outsiders have tried selling us our own culture, they’ve tried writing about us while “putting themselves in our shoes” and they still get it wrong. They want our culture, our music, our food and our magic; but they don’t want the poverty, the underfunded education, the drug addiction, etc. They take what benefits them. As I am passionate about these folk ways, I will not stand for it.

So brave yourself should you ever think to pose things falsely as Appalachian Folk Magic. Because I’ll know and I won’t be afraid to call you out on it.

Love Doesn’t Stop at the Grave: Ancestor Veneration in Appalachia


DNA is a tricky and confusing thing. It’s also very powerful. You contain the DNA of millions of Ancestors. No one has the same DNA as you do, but there is still a continuous Living River running through your veins, connecting you to every individual, living and dead.

In today’s age, the majority of people do not hear from their extended family, especially their grandparents much, unless it’s a holiday, birthday, wedding, funeral. And when they do, it’s through FaceTime, Skype, or Facebook. Most of the people I’ve done Bone Readings for can’t name their Ancestors past their great grandparents, if that far. Everybody’s so busy running around getting the latest bullshit and making money, eyes glued to their phones, and their hands tied to the wheel of a car to see the glorious thing that is family. No one sits and talks anymore over coffee with their mamaw, or breaks beans with papaw.

Most suggest meditation to contact your Ancestors, but I don’t meditate much. I do what the I call pondering. It’s an odd word, but I’ve found most of my answers just sitting outside thinking. Which I guess is a form of meditation. The Grannies did this often. It strengthens the mind, and when the mind is strong so is our ability to open to the Spirits at will. I’m probably rambling and making no sense, but it sounds logical to me. Letting the mind wonder, in my thought, is a way of untangling it. Cause how else do we explain the thoughts that fly by behind our eye balls?

It’s never to late to fix what was broken.

Some people who come to me are either afraid of what their Ancestors will say or have no idea who it is that comes through. Some have bad family history often filled with addictions, abuse, and absence. But Love doesn’t stop at the grave. And neither does healing. I’ve also had many adopted clients wonder on who came through, and with each one there was a mixture of biological and adoptive ancestors that came.

So first thing you need to do, to build a relationship with your Ancestors, is to first remember and connect with the ones you knew in life (this is what is termed your Beloved Dead), from there you will be introduced over time. Learn the stories of your Ancestors, as far back and you can go.

For generations, Appalachians held a tradition of preparing the dead for burial. As they weren’t able to be embalmed due to the isolation in the mountains, they were buried either the next day or the day after that. If it was winter and the ground was too hard to dig, the body was placed in a box outside to keep until spring. The body (if being buried) was placed flat on the body board, which was passed down in the family and held the body of each person in the family who’d passed. Bones may need to be broken to lay it flat, or some parts soaked in warm water to ease them down.

Four handfuls of salt were placed in a bowl on the chest to keep them from having spasms or jerking up. The chest and feet were tied to the board and keep the same from happening. The body was covered in wildflowers, herbs and weeds to honor them and also cover the smell. Then the saining too place, done by the oldest woman in the home. A candle is passed out the body three times with prayers and songs.

Saining/body boards were often used to honor the Ancestors, since all of them had “slept” upon it. You’d sit next to the board with a candle and just talk to them. This was back when folks live in small shacks and didn’t have room for altars. Not even sure if they’d know what it was. They only knew that this board was a connection to those before them. That’s all they needed. My family’s saining board is long gone, last I saw it used was when I was real little. Maybe about four.

So do your best to keep with tradition. They are ties to the past years and the past hands that saw them through as well. Song that gospel song mamaw loved. Doesn’t matter if your Christian or not. Mamaw loved it, and therefore it’s a connection to her. A big favorite in my family is the song “Down to the River to Pray.” Veneration doesn’t have to be a chore, it shouldn’t be. Make it fun and filling for you and them. This will also help you remember how they were more.

No one wants to be forgotten

My mamaw Hopson was married by the age of 13, had four girls and two boys, one of which was stillborn. She was raised in the mountains of North Carolina, she’d go to “May day dances” on May 1st in these hills, and she spent her last few years on Mount Mitchell. She was the sweetest soul, always giving something to those who visited her, making biscuits from scratch: she’d already have a batch started by the time we pulled into to her trailers drive way on the mountain. She’d tell us old family stories like Lick Paw, Lick Paw, Come in Tom; or Shinny Eyes and Bloody Bones. I may share them sometime with you. Maybe at the end of this post. We’ll see.

The land at my mamaw Hopson’s. The willow is ancient; standing tall long before I was born

My papaw Trivett was a stubborn, good hearted, baptist preacher. Unlike other men around here, he was able to dream true and had the Sight. It was mostly the women who inherited these gifts; the men were mostly healers. And he could heal alright. He healed fevers and sickness with eggs, could wipe a wort off with a rag and a prayer. He could draw the fire from a burn, as the old saying says a man who never met his father could do just that.

His daddy, Gerny Trivett, was a bad alcoholic. He passed away when my papaw was a toddler. Family stories say he was hit by a train after he passed out on some tracks. I recently found his death certificate via Ancestry.com and it says he had a heart attack. Still a mystery. Come to find out, my papaw’s father was buried in the cemetery on the other side of the trees that spread about my papaw’s backyard. He didn’t even know it. He was that close to his father he never met.

The family stories keep their characters alive. I have a few great aunts (long gone) who were, well, prostitutes as the stories go. Another was schizophrenic and left by her children to die in a home. I haven’t braved myself to venture towards her.

Appalachians tend the stories, the graves, and the blood.

In Appalachia, there’s a cultural tradition to visit the graves of the Ancestors once a year, to mow the grass, pull the weeds and decorate it. Folks leave offerings of liquor, cigarettes/cigars, beer, toys for the children who passed, American flags, and even plates of food from the potluck held before hand.

The best time is during the summer and fall. Go to any graveyard in the south and you’ll see the majority of the graves are tended to, some yards more flamboyant with flowers than others. My family tends to each grave, ancestor or not. If we have flowers left over, we’ll place them on the graves with weather-worn headstones with no name. We’ll stand their and wonder: “Who were they? What did they achieve? Who did they leave behind?” And we’ll pray for them.

This was the best time to talk to the Beloved Dead, although we do it almost every day. We always remember our roots. Before this current generation gap, listening and learning the family stories and legends wasn’t that hard. But now, very few people have elders to talk to in order to record this information. The stories of my papaw Pritchard having the trouble with a witch will definitely be passed down, as well as the tale of Shiny eyes and Bloody bones.

Most people don’t know the first step in honoring the dead, which is simple: remember them. Speak their names. Whether you feel them or not, call their names out and say you remember. No one wants to die and have the world forget them. Their world was their family and is still through their descendants. Just the simple act of calling their name and wondering with an empty heart what they were like honors them. I never knew my ancestors, but I still hold them within me. I don’t know their character, but I can feel their strength gather in my bones. I have the temper of my Irish Grannies, the stubbornness of my German grandfathers, the strength and pride of my Cherokee people, and the fight-and-might of my African Ancestors.

Set a place. Mark your life with their names. Follow their traditions.

The most simple act of remembering our roots is to start with what you know. Make an altar to your Ancestors and Beloved Dead, beginning with the latter. The altar can be a bookshelf, side table, or a whole wall complete with tables and wall-pictures of them.

Although traditions vary, in Appalachia it’s pretty simple. White table cloth (I prefer doilies when I use a table top), glasses of water, candles, and a bible (if most of them were religious). Since most of my grannies and some grandfathers practiced these magics, I have dried rosemary, yarrow, lavender, etc. on the altar. I have items and photos of theirs, old wallets, jewelry, half used cologne/perfume bottles they wore, etc.

One thing I was always taught is to never have photos of the living, or items from a living person, on the altar. No photos of the whole family, of you and papaw etc. Only photos of the dead. It’s believed to do so will draw you closer to that realm and may lead you to death. While I’m skeptical of it, I was raised in a superstitious household, so I rather not tempt it. Ya know. Just in case.

Always refresh your offerings to them. If you come from poverty like I do, they will understand that two pieces of bread can make the difference between you eating and not. In these cases, water and candles lit are good enough. I honor my Ancestors every Sunday, so this is when I change out old offerings and, if I can, replace them. I also change the water or liquor I left out the previous week. I also leave them Coca-Cola.

When you refresh the water, wash the glasses as well. And the dish that served the food. If you wouldn’t eat or drink out of it then, neither would they. This is also when I give the smokers their cigars and cigarettes. This is also the time that you speak with them. Tell them your troubles, your achievements, tell them about work and the kids.

There’s no more need to sit silently and miss them cause they’re gone. Because they’re not. They are more active in our lives then we think they are, often telling us to “take a different way to work” or “don’t go to that store today”. And more often than not, it’s because something bad is going to happen on that road or in that shop that’ll make the news that night. You could be robbed, shot, hit, anything.

So talk to them. Remember where they are, that they’re dead and not coming back (well to you anyway). Do not try to use this to replace them actually being here. Because they’re gone for a reason.

One thing I do want to address: They are not simply there to help you in Hoodoo. Too many people today are using Ancestors like the New Age movement “uses” gods. They want this or that, often getting needs mixed with wants, thinking if they give granddaddy a shot of brandy and a cigarette he’ll bring you someone to love. SHIT DONT WORK LIEK THAT. This is not like petitioning a saint or other form of spirit. It’s not “business” or a trade deal. This is your family. If you wouldn’t treat your mama like that, don’t do them that way.

Remember they were from a different time where children with attitude, those who “expected” handouts and help without giving back or showing respect got their asses whooped. Just cause they dead don’t mean they can’t get mad at you and punish you somehow. “Mamaw wouldn’t do that”. You wana bet? Didn’t think so. So don’t come into this relationship with one goal in mind of getting help with your works. If that’s all you’re after, go on somewhere else.

I love my Ancestors to the moon and back. I feel them in my blood and bones, and it’s that pride that helps me stand strong and brace anything life throws my way. I could talk about them for hours, because it’s not just history or stories. It’s my stories and history literally swimming in my blood and etched into the grain of my bones. It knocks around my skull and sleeps in my heart.

Remember to have protection when doing this as well. Some spirits will gladly impersonate as one of your kin just to get offerings and taste from the living world. Call them on by the god of your family. As the majority of mine are baptists, I call up my Ancestors in the Name of the Most High God. I command that only those that lived in the blood and bones of my family may come to me. Consecrate their altar with these commands so only those rightful Ancestors may partake at the altar.

Build the Temple of your Blood

So build them an altar, one all their own, and begin your relationship. This is where you will meet them and speak with them, worship with them and pray for them. Work with them to heal generational wounds and addictions that you have in yourself, known or unknown. For more on that read When Your Ancestors Are A**holes by Mat Auryn. I would address it myself, but this post is extensive as it is already.

Keep these things in mind: be respectful, remember them, and do it for the right reasons. Set a certain day each week to honor them, honor them on birthdays and passing days, on days they came to America, or graduated college. Keep them in your heart not as a memory, but as the company you keep in your blood, in the living river of your veins. Follow the land they walked on, visit their childhood homes, learn about the times they lived in. Walk where they walked as well. It’s interesting to know that a hundred years ago, one of my great grandparents walked the same streets downtown as I do. And theirs before that. And so on before the buildings were stood and the trees cut and the land leveled.

Ancestor Veneration is a powerful thing in Appalachia. As human beings our number one natural need is community. Family. The second is Tradition and Familiarity. But unknown to most and ignored by some, Love doesn’t stop at the grave. And neither do ass whoopin’s for that matter so mind your mouth and be respectful. Ha!

After months of honoring them, you will see a change in your life, in your dealings with the immediate family and other relatives. This is your history book. They began it, you must continue it. I highly recommend you make an account on Ancestry.com. You’ll be surprised at how close your Ancestors really are.

The Appalachian Puck

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The Southern Highlands have always been filled with mystery. Odd findings in the woods, screams from the night with no soul around, and a blood chilling history that lays in the soil.

Haints and goblins frequent the trees and streets of Tennessee and the Blue Ridge Mountains are home to the old Hunter God Tsul ‘Kalu, “Slanting Eyes.” The Cherokee and Choctaw speak often of the Little Folk who live in the rocks of the river and the laurel thickets of the high moon tops. They speak also of spiritual warriors and protectors, the Nunnehi.

One forgotten spirit of the Appalachian Mountains is De’tsata (pronounced in Cherokee, eastern dialect, as Daaay-Jah-ta)*, who I spoke of previously. The Cherokee tell many stories of the Little People of these hills, of Thunder’s sons riding flying rattlesnakes and bringing rain and lightning. They speak of nymph like women with feet like wolves or deer, voices that speak from the forest with nobody in sight, and of Nunnehi warriors appearing from the brush to aid the Cherokee in bad times.

* the apostrophe after De entails an enlonged vowel sound.

But one who is unique among the named spirits of the mountains is De’tsata. The Cherokee elders left behind this as his origin story:

One day a young handsome boy got into trouble. In fear of a spanking from his mother or father, he ran into the woods to hide from them. Some say he got lost, while others say he did not. Either way he became invisible to further avoid being found. It’s unknown whether he encounter the other Little People and ate their food and so became one of them, or if he simply remained in the mountains, forever young and unseen.

He is a mischievous little sprite, often playing tricks on hunters by hiding their arrows or darts when they miss their target. The Cherokee often noted his activities and shenanigans whenever birds suddenly flew out of fields or trees and when deer are spooked by some unknown something. It was said it was De’tsata chasing them. He often hunts birds and small animals for meals.

The Cherokee use to have a practice to hush crying babes and children: they were told to hush up or the De’tsata would come get them. This did not stick for long as the Cherokee elders account that he became offended at being spoken of in this way. In retaliation he would bring sickness to the family, more so to the children. Why he chooses the children instead of the parents is still a mystery.

De’tsata is not alone though. Or rather he isn’t the only one. The Cherokee say he has had many sons since then, who look just like him/never age, who are also called the same name.

They are grouped in with the other Little people who play tricks on people for laughs. Tricks attributed to them include the hiding of arrows as mentioned above, tricking fishermen into thinking then saw a big fish as they reel in their line, only to find a gnarled piece of driftwood hung on it, rocks thrown at passerby’s, and playing with the attractions of men by appearing as beautiful women at dances, only to disappear at the water’s edge.

The Elders would often employ the assistance of the Little People, including De’tsata, in their works and healings. They always enjoy a good piece of venison or other native meat. They have also grown a craving for milk, candies, and other sweet things. A portion of the harvest was often set aside for them as thanks for not playing tricks with the tribe’s food.

Although the Little folk are mischievous, they loved the Cherokee and it’s said they will harvest the corn, protect them in their rites, heal them of incurable diseases etc. They are miracle workers and as such they are petitioned for dire situations.

Although his name has been forgotten, his humor long unseen by the present people, and his mentioning left in manuscripts and ceremonies of old, he/they still roam these hills, peering out from the underbrush watching and waiting to play their next trick and meet a new friend. Whether it’s chasing deer or scarring fish, the Southern Appalachias are still his playground and the Cherokee (and their children) his family and friends. Watch often for his shenanigans to arise when a bush giggles, there’s a splash in the water with no fish, and when the birds get frightened. He’ll remind you of your age and your spirit. Above all things, these are best to remain in people long after the graying of their hair and feebleness that set into their bones. They remind us of the youth in our hearts and the eternal play that is nature.

Waters in Appalachian Folk Magic

Water is a prevalent component of Appalachian and Ozark folk magic and medicine. The practice originates with tribes of the Eastern Woodlands such as the Cherokee, Choctaw, and Iroquois, and also has roots in Ireland, Germany, France and the UK where waters are held high as tools for healing, cursing, etc.

In an more exoteric sense, the power of water is explained as follows: water flows through everything and has no form or shape. As a liquid it easily retains the energetic vibrations of the environment in which it flows, falls, or bubbles.

So water from a waterfall and the ocean have very different energies. Water is also used as a medium for works as shown by Celtic cursing tablets left in lakes and streams. Below is a small list of waters used in Appalachian folk magic today, some traditional while others are adaptations to this continuing tradition of magic.

Stumpwater/Spunkwater was a favorite of the Cherokee healing men and continued in use well into the late 20th century by the mountain women. Stumpwater is water that has gathered in the pool of a tree stump. The Cherokee held this water special as it has never touched the earth, making it separate from other puddles. It was believed to retain the virtues and power of the heavens, where the Thunder lives as well as the other Spirits they reverend. As such, stumpwater was used in the removal of disease, physical and spiritual. This is included in a group of things held special which has been called the “Flying things”. Essentially, stumpwater is Flying water and is the Ancestor of today’s form of gathering rain water by hand into a bowl as it falls from from sky, so the water never touches the earth, which is also reflected in old Irish cures calling for rainwater where it was believed the water would be useless if it hit anything before coming to rest into a bowl or cup. Cherokee women would wash their hair in Spunkwater with the belief it would keep their hair shiny and keep it from greying. This same practice of gathering pooled-water from a stump is found in the British Isles where the witch uses it in healing as well as wound treatment. The tree stump itself also holds special meaning for the Choctaw and Cherokee, especially if the center of the stump has rotted to soil. The water that pools likewise blesses this soil made off the earth.

Rain Water is also held special by the Cherokee and many other peoples. Rain gives life to the land, rivers and streams are fed by it and swell, further nourishing the land. As such, it has been attributed with life giving and cleansing powers. As rain washes away footprints and dust, it also rids us of yesterday’s sorrow and tomorrow’s worry. Rain water is held subject to the environment and time it occurs in, which in turn altars it’s magical temperament. Rain collected during a lightning storm is well used for power and protection as well as justice. Rain that falls “when the Devil beats his wife” or when the Sun is shining is saved for healing disease and ailments of the body, specifically the eyes.

Snow Melt is collected in deep winter and kept for only 4-6 months, after which it “forgets” and will need to be disposed of. It can be recharged or “remade” as the Cherokee address the matter, but it is very difficult to converge the energies of winter into the water when all the snow has melted and summer has come. Instead, every winter I gather snow packed tightly into a pint mason jar and store it in the freezer until the next winter. The snow will remain but will become hard like ice so it will need to be chipped off and melted. Snow melt is used to cool things down, slow down our own spirits, and is great to water the new seeds of the garden with. Crushed Ice cannot substitute this like some have reported. It will not possess the same spirits.

Ditch Water was collected from the pools of water in ditches left after a storm. The best ditch water contains debris, decomposing bugs and leaves. As ditches are a rarity now, one can keep a portion dish outside. Fill it with small leave parts, soil, and stones. I have two out front that my garden frogs have taken a liking too. Which I don’t mind as they love eating the mosquito babes in the stagnant water. Ditch water is held on to for protection from unwanted guests, crossing, hexing, and messing with those who have messed with you. I find that just having stagnant water out front does the job of keeping unkind folks away just right, unless the water ends up drying out. Then I simply refill it with a cup or so of tap water and wait for the next rain.

Dishwater Rather than healing or soothing ailments, dishwater is good for pulling the root out altogether. One way to be rid of disease is to get a rag, soak it in the dishwater, and ring it out. Rub the rag on the paining place of the body, take it outside and beat the rag against a tree or rock while cursing the sickness out. Another form is to dab the rag on the ailment and take it out to a tree. Tie it in a knot to a branch while stating your petition. As the rag dries and looses the smell of dishwater (usually a week or so) so too will the sickness “disappear” as the water did from the rag. Other uses of dishwater were: to cure warts or boils, soak the same in the warm dishwater until it is cold, then rub it with the dust or soil taken from a church and allow it to air dry. Then forget about it.

River/Creek Water is likewise held in high regard by the Cherokee. The river or creek is named the Long Man or the Long Snake, the spirit of the river who assists the People. No matter what charms or prayers the Cherokee proposes to the Spirits, the Long Man is always addressed and thanked. The Long Man takes disease away to some other place and reveals secrets to the Didahnvsisgi (Dee-dah-nah-see-sgi) or Medicine Man through divination. The Cherokee had a practice of disposing of things in the river, whether bad food or other things believed to have been tricked with by the Witch. The Cherokee would also seek the assistance of a Didahnvsisgi to be rid of a disease. The patient is take to the river and an emetic is administered. While the patient vomits in the river, the Medicine Man preforms the appropriate prayers and doings, asking the Long Man to take the disease to another people. River water can be used to bring or send things and is best used fresh. When collecting river from the Long Man one should always leave Tobacco or Corn. Never disturb the current of the river; take your basin along the route of the current, dip down and back up to collect it.

Ocean Water is often collected when a family member or friend travels to the shore in North Carolina, Virginia etc. All of my Grandmothers always requested it. It is great for healing all kinds of ailments from arthritis and rashes to the flu and wounds. I’ve never heard of anything special left in return for the water, but one could easily add on that bit, such as leaving flowers, tobacco etc. Likewise, I’ve also found that sea shells can be of great use to mix medicine in. The bigger the sea shell the better otherwise you’ll drop shit everywhere.

Well Water stems from the British Isles and is used for healing as well. When ever I’m able to replenish my store of it, I do so and primarily use it for divination but the old cures often recommend using well water for warts, boils, rashes, ‘wildfire’, swelling, etc.

Slack Water is the water in which a blacksmith cools his iron. This is used for ridding one of disease as well as protection from haints and unwanted spirits. In Ireland, this water was given to cattle that were believed to be “elf-shot,” its primary symptoms being mysterious malnutrition, loosing weight, blood in the milk or no milk at all, and crying at night.

Ghost Water is water from a graveyard. Whether a pond, puddle, gravestone or simply a bottle of water left there for a certain period. This is used it communicating with the Ancestors and the dead as it’s believed the water makes a thinner “veil” between worlds. I also use it in reversing folk illness caused by spirits.

Tobacco Juice or “Buckman’s Water” is water that has been steeped with cured tobacco until it is a dark brown hue. It is used for blessing, protection, and healing. The Cherokee include its use in many of their formulas, such as curing a snake bite or the fits, the only variation being their’s was chewed tobacco and the resulting mixture of spittle juice applied. It can be rubbed into the wound, on the ailing part of the body, or spat by the Didahnvsisgi onto the crown of the patient’s head. We also find many cures from researchers such as James Mooney and Vance Randolph where tobacco takes small space on the stage of some cures where its smoke is blown over simple water which was then used for such things as earache, stomach ache, etc.

Holy Water – either blessed by a preacher or by oneself with verses such as Psalms 23 or the Lord’s Prayer being recited over it 7 times a day for 7 days at sunrise. This is used for protection and blessing. A pinch or so of Church dirt added to the water may also be beneficial in its creation.

Willow Water is a tonic made in the spring. The new leaves of the willow are stepped in a jar of water in the Sun. This is used to relieve headaches by ingesting it or anointing the temples. It can also be rubbed on wounds to further their healing process and help with soreness or pain.

Ways of Employment

There are a few ways that magical water is employed. Here are some methods:

Bath – Healing waters can be added to a bath to facilitate the work and spread its power. This is absorbed through the skin, under the nails, etc. Pat dry, don’t rub with the towel when drying off or you’ll wipe the work off. When healing, wash downward to be rid of pain and sickness.

Sprinkling – this is also used to spread the waters power. The water can be sprinkled to cleanse an area, sprinkled on the client to aid in healing, etc.

Baptism – Coming from Appalachia, baptism has made its way into the folk ways of country Doctor. A basic definition of baptism by water would be “to change the current state of things,” things here taking place of the person or object being dunked into the water. Charms are often baptized in water specific for its use. Back in the day people were often baptized in the church by going to the river. This was preceded by the Cherokee practice of Going to Water.

Steam – waters are often boiled to create steam. This steam is more often than not breathed in by the recipient for healing a sickness, cleansing, etc.

Washing – much like bathing, washing simply entails applying the water to a part of the body or onto the charm and washing it. This is often done for cleansing. After washing, the place or charm is left to air dry in the Sun. This is often employed when mopping the floors, washing the cabinets or doors etc.

Infusions and Teas – water is often use to make teas for certain things. The Cherokee prescribe many teas of certain herbs for diseases and enchantments to be taken by the patient while fasting and during the Didahnvsisgi’s work.

Alcohol

Although not water, many alcohol drinks are included in folk magic. Alcohol holds energies very well and preserves things.

Rum – mostly used as an offering to many kinds of Spirits, it can be used in works of healing, love, and sexual desire.

Vodka – used for cleansing, blessing, and preserving things.

Whiskey – most often it is used in works for luck and gambling. Other than that, it also makes for a good way to feed ones charms and dolls. A cap full is blessed and prayed over and then used to anoint the sachet, charm, doll etc. You can also steep some tobacco in it for a while to make for a good rub to help arthritis or rheumatism.

Beer – the most drink offering favored by the Little People of Appalachia, beer has a refreshing and enjoyable energy about it. I use it in works for depression (not if the client has a bad past with alcohol of course), to de-stress, etc. To aid yourself in troubled times and to keep from worrying oneself to death, yarn soaked in beer over night on the full moon helps one keep a joyous attitude. It does for me anyway. Experiment with it.

Moonshine – it can be applied in works of cleansing and purging. I find it especially helpful to make a banishing wash to be rid of bad spirits, by using moonshine as the base for the wash. Dab some on your hands, feet, down the arms and legs, forehead and the nap of your neck for spiritual protection.

Vinegar – According to the Deep South Traditions of Folk Magic, vinegar is used in darker works of separation, cursing and hexing. The same was thought in Appalachia back in the day where bottles of simple vinegar were hidden on an enemies property, at the border, in order to bring them misfortune. Other times, vinegar was heated over the fire with pins and needles to harm an enemy; however it had more uses in folk medicine than magic in these hills: the bonnet of a baby is washed only in salt and vinegar for its first few months to keep off disease, ill spirits and the evil eye, of which the child is most vulnerable until it is a year old. Vinegar was applied to the wounds of man and beast as both an antiseptic and astringent. It is used in cures for rashes, worts, corns and so forth.

While the list of waters and not-waters is more extensive then shown here, I will include these and many more in my book, currently called Backwoods Witchcraft. If you haven’t already, be sure to subscribe to the blog below and follow us on Facebook!

Cherokee Formulas in Appalachian Folk Magic

Appalachian Folk Magic is a mixture of blood and relics, a culmination of culture. One essential component of this craft are the teachings of the Cherokee that expand far out from the Qualla Boundary. The interactions, wars and love between the Cherokee and the settlers reign supreme in the tales of these hills and rests in many peoples bloodlines.

My blood runs thick with Cherokee love and the sins of my forefathers who hunted them like animals, slaughtered them in wars such as the Battle of King’s mountain, or simply tortured them for pleasure. That Cherokee blood isn’t clean though. It was stained with the severed scalps and limbs of the white man. It was likewise mingled with the sweat of war and the blood of rape.

In Appalachian culture, those who carry these opposing bloodlines take pride in it. Not pride in the sins, but in the heart and stories behind those sins. We take pride in those native warriors who sung their death songs to fight for The People and first welcomed the Settlers before they were betrayed. We take pride in the trials of the Settlers who traversed seas and found life in this unknown land.

Our strength comes from those people whose fathers and mothers were taken to the Trail. How fearful that child must’ve been to hide and survive without his family. Our kindness grows from those Settlers who thought the native man a neighbor instead of a barbaric animal and took them in. Most of what you hear is of wars and blood shed and little of the kind trade and neighborly attitude that was shared.

This post was not planned. More so it’s been warranted in my search for those Ancestors who prayed by the fire and soared with the tobacco. The dreams have come again. Dark figures speaking Tsalagi, telling me to find them find them find them. The Trail of Tears made this a hardship on the descendants of those who remained, survived, and hid.

Those fugitive Cherokees who were harbored by the friendly mountaineers cut their hair, became civilized, and took new names not given them by the Creator. Census records hold them to be white under the taboo of families carrying native blood. It was an embarrassment in most areas; hush hush. Only one grandmother of mine has been found to be native, sadly with no other documentation save for a photo and a name from before her civilized changed.

Dressed with braids and deer skin, she poses supreme under the name He gave her: Seomi. No other records remain of her, that or they haven’t been found. Ancestry.com takes one only so far, after which one must turn towards the Spirit.

In my way of studying and the writing of my book, Backwoods Witchcraft, I have found origins to some formulas that are still taught and done in these hills. Formulas and charms which find themselves reminiscent of that red man past. Some of those I will share in this post, as a way of honoring my grandmother Seomi and her mothers, and to keep these traditions alive.

The way the Cherokee worked their charms and wits are both familiar and foreign. Within hundreds of years of contact with the Europe immigrants before the Trail of Tears, it is likely and evident that some elements of European folk magic was absorbed and taken up by the Cherokee. This is what I take as the first stir of the pot in regards to the creation of Appalachian Folk Magic.

The make up of the formulas and charms of the Cherokee are unique in both fabrication and thought. For example, to cure a snake bite, as James Mooney relates, it is advised to dance counter clockwise or “to the left” as snakes cool “to the right”. This action is to uncoil the snake and rid the person of its power. A song is prescribed to be sung as well while rubbing tobacco juice on the bite. “Listen! Ha! For it is only a common frog that has passed and put it (the poison) in you.”

The above holds a specific practice done by the Cherokee medicine men to make the intruder inferior by advising the patient the wound was simply an inferior creature such as a bug, a frog or a fish. They also stated it is easy for them to handle, further discrediting the power of the poison before the power of the Doctor.

The tobacco is a very common factor and ingredient in Cherokee healing rites and charms. Having been given to man by the Beaver (or Selu the Corn Mother as there are varying stories) the Tobacco is Man. His roots grow deep into the earth to hold hands with the Ancestors of the Shadow Land while the branches reach up into the heavens to be tended by the Sun and Moon and Thunder. The tobacco plant is essentially the Axis Mundi of the spiritual landscape of the Cherokee.

Animal spirits also play a big role in their healings and magic, however, when Yona (the bear) is spoken of in ceremony. The Cherokee do not call up just any spirit of the animal, but the spirit of the first and original of that species, which may explain why they are often pictured differently than those of that species today.

Animal spirits are called upon to assist in getting rid of a disease based on its origin. Diseases caused by or coming from eating rabbits could warrant the help of a predatory bird such as the Hawk or Eagle; or a predatory animal like the Fox to chase off the rabbits influence. The same applies if the disease is caused by the deer or elk, the Wolf or Mountain Lion is called up. Likewise if the sickness originated from eating a particular animal, the patient must avoid eating that meat for a year to avoid regaining the sickness.

Along with techniques to heal, the Cherokee devised many divination methods to determine if or when the patient would regain their strength and health. One such technique, also told by Mooney, involves taking the client (who has been fasting) to a bend of the Long Man or river where the two can face the East. An emetic is administered or the uvula is molested to make the patient vomit.

The patient would be instructed to vomit into the river and the resulting splashes and weight of the vomit were divined. If the vomit sunk to the river bed, the sickness was too strong and the patient was terminal. If it floats, they would soon regain their health.

Vomiting in the river was another method of getting rid of disease according to Mooney in the Swimmer Manuscript. The patient is taken to the Long Man, an emetic administered while the Medicine person made prayers to the Thunder or White man (he is never called Red outside of ceremony, so I won’t do that here) and to the Long Man to take the disease into his waters and transport it to another people. Sounds harsh to pass it on to another people, but even the Cherokee knew it has to go somewhere. Sending things away via the River is the origin of the same acts practiced in Hoodoo today.

The River knows, as the Cherokee say. Water passes through all beings, all lands, and all skies. Beside the fire and the smoke, the Long Man is a chief oracle of the People. His oracular knowledge is sought on full moons and moonless nights at a bend of the River facing North or East where the water reflects the moon’s light.

Most of the time, the Long Man’s wisdom is sought out to determine possible war and the outcome of the diseased patient. If anything disturbs the surface or flow of the River, it denotes badness and downfall. This includes debris flowing on the water or fish breaking the surface. If nothing flows down or breaks the water in the time spent there, which is usually hours, goodness and success are foretold.

Another form of getting rid of a disease, saved usually for those who had no hope of seeing day break, were given a new name. The Cherokee saw ones name as being a large portion of who a person was, not a label by whom other simply get your attention. Whether hurt by witchcraft or sent disease by an offended spirit, the patient was taken to the River and baptized and given a new name that all would henceforth know them as.

If divination said John Birdsnow was to die and there was no hope, this ceremony was done. Afterwards, the divination is done again and will say that Bill Foxtail would outlive the poison. For surely the first divination was correct, John Birdsnow did die and no longer exist, but this new Bill Foxtail wasn’t to die by this poison.

The components of their formulas and prayers are specific. The conditions of the patient are first stated followed by the explaining of the symptoms’ origins or the identity of the poisoner; most often these are attributed to troublesome rabbit or the trickster De’tsata (De’tsata is a trickster little person who roams the Southern Appalachias causing mischief when offended; him and his children play the role of the Appalachian Puck).

Next, the disease-killer is called up, whether the Thunder and his two sons or some animal who preys on the animal who brought the poison. The Helper’s attributes and greatest are exalted, followed by the demeaning of the poisoner as we saw before (“it was a common frog who passed by”).

Their charms and formulas are ended by exalting the health of the patient: “no poison is left, you stand tall among your men! The Apportioner (the Sun) has rid and thrown out the spirit. Walk tall as the pine, your strong as the rock.”

Behind the textbooks and history and trials of the People, the houses of their Spirit still stand. Filled with the treasures of Living Waters and Talking Roots, I am proud that my Ancestors preserved more than enough for following generations. They proved stronger than the slaughtering of their children and the desecration of their home-hills. While I have learned much of their Treasure, only a small amount will be given in Backwoods Witchcraft as I wish to educate about my heritage, not sell it.

The wisdom of my grandmothers and grandfathers who prayed to the mountain whisper back to me from the echoes of my own calls on Buffalo Mountain, as if they speak to me beyond the mountain. Not behind nor below nor within it. Just there, beside me but not, guiding me and leading me. My search for them all will continue with my Spirit. By my blood and bone, they deserve to be remembered and to have their names spoken again.

Witch Bottles in Appalachian Folk Magic

Stoneware Witch Bottles of Britain. Photo found on Pinterest


Witch Bottles have been a tool of witchcraft for millennia in many parts of the world such as Turkey, Israel, Ireland, Britain, etc. They are practical tools for lifting curses and protecting the client from further influence of the “evil” witch.

While there are many methods of creating such a device, I will detail the methods I was taught in the Appalachian Tradition.

Firstly, the vessel can be anything from old, glass medicine bottles to ceramic jugs. They were hidden or buried at the most vulnerable points of the home, namely the hearth/chimney, the front door, and in the north eastern quarter of the property (this derives primarily from the UK, where the North or North-East was seen as the entry point for evil spirits, demons, or witches).

In Ireland and the British Isles, it is also custom to bury the bottle at the foot of a stone cross. A variation of the witches bottle seems to be the handing of broken bottle heads which are broken and then suspended on a knotted rope in the upper portion of the home, another area prone for evil to enter. I’ve used everything from mason jars to water bottles. The mountain witch makes do with what is at hand.

One method to make a Witch Bottle derives from 18th century Cornwall. One is directed to heat up ones own urine until scalding and pour it into the bottle. Add a pinch of blessed salt, as much as one can get between the two fingers and the thumb. Next is added three new nail that have been sharpened to their sharpest point.

The jug is then sealed with wax or clay from the river. Then it is tightl bound with leather and is placed in the hearth and is to be heated for 9 continuous nights without growing cold. As most homes I longer have hearths, I’ve transferred this practice to the practical, modern times by placing the bottle on a candle warmer set to low. You can also transition between this and setting the bottle in front of a space heater.

Keeping the bottle warm, according to Gemma Gary in “The Black Toad”, torments the witch or ill-wisher who will now have no power over you. The urine contains the essence of the victim as well as the witch, as old beliefs say a witch’s own blood is mingled with the fluids of the victim as the witch cannot bring suffering to one without mingling the witch’s own essence in as well. This combined with the salt makes a good start as salt is the traditional breaker of curses.

When the bottle is buried, it is traditional to bury it neck/top downwards. If it must be placed in the window, the bottle should receive morning light each day. The bottle may also be buried at a crossroads in the cemetery should the bottle contain the name or other taglocks of the witch whose suspected of bringing ill to your home. This is thought to “stop them up” physically and magically.

An Appalachian Method is as follows:

To the bottle is added ones urine, nail clippings, or hair. If there are others in the household, they may be guarded likewise by the placing of their concerns as well. These are related to the Decoy practices found in many such prescriptions where the nail clippings and hair are to pull in all curses and evil cast ones way. The bottle is placed away from the family, in the yard or beneath the threshold as it was believed evil spirits and curses will take the shortest course to the target.

Next, you would add dirt from a bull pasture, a cow-line (the pathways made by the cows on hillsides), and graveyard dirt. Bulls are protective of their herd as is the Granny Witch. Soil from the Cow lines is to stomp out the evil and witches come for the family, and the graveyard dirt is to cancel out any evils thrown ones way. Beer juice can also be added to tempt the spirits in further.

The graveyard dirt may also lead the witch to a wasting death. Next is added 9 pins, needles and nails, for obvious reasons to harm those spirits that come for you. Water from the Nolachucky may be included as well (My addition). This is self evident if you’ve read that post. If you haven’t, click Here. When collecting “living water” as we call it, the flow of the creek or river must not be disturbed.

A bundle of red string is also added to trap the spirits and curses that must trail along the string to get to the decoy “target”. The bottle top is then covered in moist, red clay and baked in a fire. They can also be sealed with wax.

Another method includes placing ones personal concerns in, dirt from your front yard, and what objects such as broken mirrors/needles etc. It is usually an odd number placed within, most likely 9 needles or 9 pins as it occurs in the Irish potato curse and Silver water rites in Appalachia.

Witch Bottles have been prescribed to keep curses and evil away, but also to remove such ill tokens placed on oneself. The latter may be an explanation of witch bottles found in shoes that have been hidden away in the walls of chimney of the house. Shoes are believed to be stronger than foot prints as old shoes hold and contain the shape of ones foot, therefore their unique essence.

No matter what method one uses, once the bottle is buried it still needs to be fed. Every dark moon, I pour vinegar and holy water over the place it is buried. Though railroad spikes are used as boundaries to keep evil out, they aren’t fool proof. For this reason I bury the bottles behind my railroad spikes, as old belief say evil spirits and curses take the shortest course to their target, which will become the decoy inside the bottle.

So if anything gets through the boundaries marked by the railroad spikes, their stop will be in the bottle and they will come no further. There are many other methods which I may include in the book, but until then, here you are.