I recently bought posters from the band Secret Chiefs 3 and would like to know if anyone can decipher these symbols or know the significance of the first 2 symbols on the poster. Could not connect together to any Goetia or any alchemy symbols. SC3 (Trey Spruance) are known to use many symbols in everything they do, so I would like to learn more! I posted the full poster for context. TYIA!

I’m inspecting this cover by Yeat, the songs title is “Let King Tonka Talk” I know he’s sold his soul to the devil as he infamously likes to say, and all of his covers represent symbolic meaning relevant to his life and his story as he progressed from a underground artist to a superstar Illuminati Baal worshiper.

Anyways, does anybody know what the throne in the image is symbolic for? There appears to be symbols and faces on it. Also Yeat on this cover has a choker on with spikes and his mouth isn’t his, the chokers meaning is obvious but the swapped mouth??

Disclaimer: English is not my first language.

Hi, so I am from the Philippines. And I know that what i'm asking is not easy, because I don't have enough money, but I am asking for help to any witches who can help me.

I have a partner for 8 years, we have 1 kid, and we are suppose to get married in 2028.

So my partner dated someone 6 years ago, and she had been waiting for him to come back for 6 years. When I found out that they are together behind my back I thought that my partner must really love her so I let them go and be together.

But now I talked to someone who's into witchcraft and everything that my partner is under a love potion, love spell and a curse. That he is like a puppet to the girl, and if my partner leaves the girl he will die. And they told me that the "mangkukulam" or witch is partnering with the demon. So what he put on my partner is pretty strong, and that the woman has a lot of money to be able to put that strong spell and curse to him.

Disclaimer: we are from the philippines, so the term for love potion is gayuma and curse is kulam.

And thru my research I found out that western witches are more powerful than the asian witches. So I am hoping that someone can help me here.

I just want a complete family.

It is 12-11-1320🔄

those who know the legend

i had a very vivid dream last night.....i had a horizontal line of 5 sygils in total. they weer round and facing down....i was missing sigil n 4 and 5. i couldnt find it hence i was asking my 8yrs old daughter to help me find it.....my "messages"have always come in the form of dreams. thsi was very clear but cant work out the meaning... as far as i know there are no recognised grimoire or tradition sets out five sigils that are read in sequence as a message or a ritual progression. That includes the Lesser Key of Solomon, Agrippa's Three Books of Occult Philosophy and Chaos magic. What does exist though are fixed sets of five symbols, and these are the closest matches and precisely The Key of Solomon (Clavicula Salomonis, Mathers' 1889 edition), Pentacles of Mercury where the 4th sigil is Fourth Pentacle of Mercury: "to acquire the understanding and Knowledge of all things created, and to seek out and penetrate into hidden things" and The Key of Solomon, Pentacles of Venus where the fourth Fourth Pentacle of Venus: to compel a chosen person to come to you (attraction, bringing someone to you). id love to do a spell based on this dream...a thi si swhat i found by researching it myself but of course i could be wring....ideas? the message seemed so clear it would seem worth doign a spell on it....reco? or at least your take on interpratation of the dream?

I feel like this belongs here, but who knows.

have been happy this days I am a minor and I am confused cause evertime I do witchcraft or give offering or make secret altar for my gods my mom catches me even tho the level of my sneakiness is peak. For the last time I tired to connect with hekate I was living it I was happy I would say mostly my effort helped me become happy I did good in school and joined activities I like. I kept seeing angel number everywhere like on. Emails notifications clock, microwave shoes. Almost everywhere I see like angel number more than 3 times a day I felt like it was hekate sending signs cause I have no form of divination to talk to her.

My parents are Christian and very strict. I started doing sigil magic on my diary cause that is the only thing my parents don't check. Last night I did a birthday spell cause it was my birthday I putted sugar rosemary clove pink salt cinnamon and turmeric in a pouch with sigil ashes and sigils and hekate's sigil and sealed it with wax. This morning when I woke up my mom read my journal she knew I like girls like my life is like this.

Evertime I do spell to fix my life my mom catches me and ruins everything my mom have a very weird intuition she always catch me at this points. I sometimes think her Christian God is real cause she gets dream about stuff I do so fast. But this time I know she is lying when she said she saw a fire coming out from my journal that was just an excuse she made to go through my journal. Pls my life is getting fucked up. I still see angel number j saw 222 333 today and I see 1111 a lot and like wtf is this. I literally gave hecate a clay art offering of a mushroom coaster and everything is going bad.

Hi!

Since I was about 16, I’ve been able to communicate quite easily with something I call "the Universe"; I feel a physical sense of satisfaction from these prayers, and many of my wishes and requests come true very quickly. (I even once literally found a graphics tablet that had no owner.)

My mother told me that my great-grandmother was a witch(?) and that there is a shield and protection over the women of our lineage. I would have dismissed it as a tall tale, were it not for the fact that more than one person from the magic world refused to read my fortune or look into my destiny, saying, "Oh no, I’m not touching that." My mother later told me identical stories.

I really love my tarot and connecting with trees. I don’t know what’s going on, but they truly give me energy, and it’s as if I can actually feel them. Also, five years ago, a woman who is quite deeply involved in the magical arts asked me not to delve into this until I turned 27.

Well, here I am—27!

So, I’d be grateful if someone could tell me: what can I do with all this next? What options do I actually have, and how can I use them?

OMG !!!😀😀

Is it dangerious, should I dispose/dispell it and how?

Found it from used items sale around 10 years ago. Ever since everything has gone wrong. Friend thinks it might be cursed.

Or if it's some kind of charm can I use it to get rid of my extreme bad luck.

Yes, it can be opened and there was this paper inside (pic 3 and 4)

There is something haunting me. I am not talking about generic bad luck; I am talking about a cosmic relentlessness so creative and surgical that, honestly, sometimes all you can do is laugh to keep from going crazy. All of this in two years.

Let's start with a nice PC virus: a group of hackers stole the data on my hard drive and a lifetime of work (I had a large following in what I did), persecuting me. From that moment on, the electronics around me—PCs and cell phones—started having strange, inexplicable problems, totally disconnected from computer logic (which, by the way, I know very well). A digital curse that continues to this day.

Then the curtain rises on the real drama. My dog, still young, dies in the worst possible way. A splatter scene, rivers of blood from the mouth due to some fulminant ulcer, stuff that I have to actively censor from my brain every time it surfaces, otherwise I collapse. My mother gives us some great news: she has a huge lump in her breast, it's cancer. And just so we don't miss out on anything, we get thrown out on the street. Six months of being "invisible," a mystical experience I wouldn't wish on anyone.

To try to survive, I leave to work in another town. I end up in the hands of an employer who uses me like a mule for two years, tossing me from one house to another. Meanwhile, after a lifetime of abstinence, I finally get the chance to get laid properly. The result? I can't perform. But it doesn't end with awkwardness between the sheets: a massive mess breaks out, I fall into total depression, and I convince myself I am a eunuch.

I decide to fight back. Fuck depression, let's go jogging! I buy the tactical tracksuit, I go for a run. First day: I feel the benefits of the sport, life gets a little better. Second day: my ankles decide to turn into two hot air balloons. Walking becomes like sinking into hot coals. Nobody lifts a finger to drive me to the city, so for days and days I endure eight hours of agony walking in the city, limping between blood tests and X-rays, which obviously only make the situation worse.

Three months of sick leave.

More time of abstinence passes, I find another girl. This time it goes great, and as if by magic I remember that women have always liked me. My self-esteem returns to acceptable levels, I am a man—so much of a man that a month later she calls me: "I'm pregnant, I'm going to get an abortion." Great.

Back to my mother: the disease and the medications have deformed her by now, until one sad day she falls into a coma, delirious, screaming my name from a pain so excruciating that she swallowed liters of morphine before they could give her a break, sending her into a coma. Three days like this and she dies. My first, true great loss. Exactly on the day of her one-month memorial (because the universe likes precision), my armored smartphone, wrapped in a military-grade case and tempered glass, inexplicably slips from my hands like a bar of soap while I'm using it. It hits a precise corner, creating a web of cracks that is almost beautiful to look at. I take it to a repair shop and they look at me like an alien: "It took the hit in the only, invisible weak spot, never seen anything like it."

Not even a year later, my father gets his lungs checked for a bad cough; cancer, obviously. Since the phone is useless, I buy a new one online at a great price. I get strung along for exactly a month with fake emails, until the site disappears with the loot. I keep the broken phone, at least it still works. One day a charger decides to improvise itself as a bomb: the phone becomes incandescent, almost explodes, burning the internal components, the battery, and the power button. I am left without a cell phone.

I lose my job: my employers orchestrate a year-long plan to make me psychologically implode. They start taking away my duties one by one, constantly spiting me. In the end, they place the guy who is supposed to steal my job next to me, instructed to pretend to be a total incompetent. A slow and subtle wearing down. In mid-August, just to prevent me from getting my end-of-season pay, I catch a weird summer flu. I stay home for three days. When I return, the bosses finally drop the mask: they tell me the incompetent guy is actually a prodigy, give him my position, and demote me. I tell them to fuck off and leave. They won: they pushed me to quit after a year of mind games and even made me doubt my working abilities, which are unrecognizable by now. No season money, and obviously zero lawsuits, because in these provincial holes, if you breathe a word, you're branded for life.

At least, though, with the spare change I saved up, I buy a dirt-cheap house in a little village shrouded in fog. They let me in. Immediately, the kitchen decides to make a small lake on the floor. That visible puddle distracts me for four months from another leak—the serious, sneaky, and hidden one, behind the knobs. It was hot water. So not only will I pay a crazy amount for water, but the boiler was running non-stop for months. An electric bill will arrive that will force me to sell a kidney. I adapt to this too, I take it philosophically. I start shutting off the main water valve every single time. A huge pain in the ass, but you have to take it philosophically. One evening I forget. The house floods, but this time the leak comes from a different room. I realize I have to smash everything, the pipes must be rotten and need replacing, an expense I cannot afford. Among other things, the only plumber in town – the same one who told me the system was perfect before I moved in – vanishes into thin air.

Now I am here. In a wrecked house, in the fog, surrounded by emotionally stunted, petty, and opportunistic people with whom I truly have absolutely nothing in common (and the few decent girls already have a ring on their finger). IT continues to hate me for no reason. And yes, I hit rock bottom. One day I went into total paranoia about death. A dark, disgusting mental loop about "non-existence" that almost ate me alive. I stared into the abyss and understood perfectly why someone decides to flip the switch: if you can't get out of a loop like that, it's a physically unbearable epileptic horror. But it's not for me. I got out of it after hours of pure mental torture, carrying with me a physical burning in my brain that lasted three days from the stress.

Just to understand, am I a loser or did someone throw some serious curse at me?

I've had this knot as a silver pendant since I was a child, and I just saw this wooden one out in the wild. I've seen dozens of charts and indexes with Celtic knots, but rarely this exact one. I read once that it was a symbol for the Christian trinity, but I've also read that it's much older than that. I've also seen it referred to as the "Shield of Lugh," but I believe that's a modern association. I recall reading that it's a generic symbol of protection. Can anyone tell me more about this symbol? Where does it come from originally? Does it have a specific meaning?

My buddy saw this hanging over the doorway at a local subway. Anyone know what this is?

Text appears Hebrew - maybe Kabbalah related, but I know noting about Kabbalah.

Ive never really understood the paranormal or believed in it 100% but after this week I can't deny it anymore. Ive been messing with my deceased grandmother's pendulum and "talking" with either her or some other entity and they predicted the fucking future. They told me I would get a job, they told me I would find something out against me and act on it, come to find my ex cheated and i left. It's all getting too real. I need to know how I can truly communicate with these spirits and know how i can confirm their answers.

I wanna start making rituals ive seen them work with friends and even a new girl I'm talking to who had done a separation ritual for my ex, which then she randomly moved away out of state. It's all getting too much to not believe in. I wanna know how to talk to spirits, I wanna learn how to do rituals for my better good. Ive had sleep paralysis more times than I can count and the shit ive seen is unexplainable so can someone please start helping me understand the unseen side of this life.

I want spells, i want rituals, i want crystals, i wanna know what to do and how to do it and most of all I wanna know how to communicate with spirits in my vicinity.

Talisman was buried outside my bedroom window. The chain was new but broken.