Blood from the Practitioner is common in voodoo, and Ravens are accounted death. So maybe a death spell, but ravens have been used to see when someone will die so maybe it might be a "see when i will die" spell :D This is not core information, just an opinion.
Re: Anyone know this spell? By: HymetoHerne / Beginner
Post # 5 Apr 29, 2011
Death in paganism doesn't always mean physical death. It can also mean the ending of something or change. But I don't know much on voodoo and how that may effect the definition of death.
Hope this helps and blessed be
Re: Anyone know this spell? By: AddNameHere / Beginner
Post # 7 Apr 30, 2011
The spell came from a story I was writing. I didn't know it was real...I just came up with it. One of the reasons the story stops is I couldn't come up with a purpose for it. Here's the story. It's not done and it's still a little rough, so please don't judge it too harshly:
It was a rainy night. Robbin looked out the window and saw the raindrops still streaming hard down her window. She decided to go back to her jigsaw puzzle she had lain upon the coffetable. The border was almost done and, in her eagerness to complete the picture, she had already a few pieces assembled of the middle. The picture looked great! The one on the front of the box. It was an oil painting somebody had done of Stonehenge on a nice, sunny afternoon. No people were in it. Just the monument itself. And that's just how Robbin wanted it. She could hear the coffeemaker and knew that it was finished brewing, so stepped into the kitchen for a hot cup to keep her warm, since the temperature outside had dropped to about 60. Robbin normally, on nights such as this, would be enjoying the weather and getting drenched, but tonight she was much more interested in keeping warm and, with blanket draped securely around her shoulders and another sip of coffee, she continued on with her puzzle. In what seemed a flash, the puzzle had gained a couple of stones and part of the sky, but Robbin was getting tired and decided to pull herself away from it to get some sleep. Her dreams that night were a bit strange. Nothing she could entirely put her finger on, but definitely out of the ordinary.
Still cold, still rainy, and still a weekend, the next morning she put on another pot of coffee and went back to her jigsaw. Anxiously, she sorted through the remaining pieces to find some more matches and slowly begin growing her picture. By the start of the afternoon, she had the radio flicked on. Rain all week! Great! And more cold, too! She took another drink from her coffee mug and placed another piece in the sky. As the night progressed and her puzzle took greater shape, she began feeling kind of dreamy. She looked almost like she was in some sort of trance as she fit pieces together, barely noticing the sound of the shutters slamming against the house. This, ultimately, was what brought her out of it and sent her to the window the close the shutters. She returned to her puzzle and sky was nearly done, but she was tired and had work tomorrow, so off to bed she went, and with even stranger dreams than the night before.
Her dreams that night took a little more definite form. Of mythological beings, of forests, of deer. Maybe she shouldn't have so much coffee before bed. She got up in the morning and got ready for work, driving her car through the pouring rain and the 8 inches of it that lay in the street, but all she could think of that day was getting back to the relaxing puzzle that awaited her at home. And several hours and two inches of rain later, she got her wish. Home again. She immediately put on some water for some hot chocolate (no desire to have any more of those weird dreams again) and moved her puzzle to the back room with the fireplace.
The warmth from the fire felt good and she continued on with the assembly as she waited for the kettle to whistle. By the time the sky was finished, she had her hot chocolate beside her and started in on the stones and some neighboring grass. The puzzle was huge and would still probably take another couple of days or so to do. Her excitement grew as she thought about seeing it completely done. The dreaminess from the night before came back, but more intensified. She fell into such a trance that the clock seemed to jump an hour. She put out the fire and decided to draw herself a bath, thinking that perhaps she was just a little overworked and needed to find a more relaxing activity. Something that didn't require any brain power. So, into the bath she went, slinking down and resting her head on the back of the tub.
As her eyes lay closed, many images played across her eyes/eyelids. Much like the images she saw in her dream from the night before. Mythology come to life. And as she sunk further and further into the visions in her head, her body sunk further and further into the water. By 10 minutes she was completely submerged and her motionless body lay sleeping beneath the water for 10 more. Her breath ceased for those 10 minutes, but not her life.....or perhaps it did. She was taken across a threshhold and back. She was shown things, experienced things, felt things, that, after she had awoken, explained only as strange and realistic dreams. But they were much more. So much more than she could have ever understood at that time. Robbin shot up from the water, gasping for breath, fully aware and yet totally unaware of what had just happened to her. She got out of the bathtub and dried off. She was frightened and left the bathroom in some bizarre haze. Her head was so full of things. She was naked, and yet the cold didn't seem to bother her. She went to the window and threw open the sash. She opened the window, despite the fact that the temperature outside was almost 40 degrees and she hadn't a stitch of clothes on, and within a few moments onto her windowsill flew a raven/crow. It cawed at her and she stuck out her hand almost by instinct before its beak and it bit her. She bled as the raven flew away from her window and her home, leaving but one black feather behind to remind of his visit. Robbin, still controlled by something not herself, got a bowl from the kitchen and bled into it, adding the raven's feather and shortly thereafter blacking out.
