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Gem glamour energy magic, also known as crystal magic or gemstone magic, is a form of magical practice that involves harnessing the energy and properties of gemstones to manifest desires, enhance spirituality, and promote healing. This practice dates back to ancient civilizations, where gemstones were revered for their beauty and believed to possess spiritual powers. Gem glamour energy magic works on the principle that gemstones hold specific energies and vibrations that can be utilized to influence and direct energy within oneself and the surrounding environment. Each gemstone is believed to possess unique properties that resonate with different aspects of the human experience, such as love, protection, wealth, and vitality. To practice gem glamour energy magic, one must first choose a gemstone with attributes that align with their intentions or desires. Some common gemstones used in this practice include amethyst, rose quartz, citrine, and clear quartz.

I was wondering how people tend to play a Witch. Do you play them like a classic witch who uses a cauldron to brew potions and collects eyes of newts as materials for weird spells? Or do you tend to flavor them more like a 5e Warlock?

That is how I came to play a Tiefling Witch, an Amnesiac who woke up one day with a strange, shadowy cat that constantly coerces him to cause a bit of mayhem. I was later told that this process took almost 200 Earth years but time meant nothing as my consciousness had been suspended a mere 10 minutes into my galactic flight as soon as the Nanobots entered my brain.

Some common gemstones used in this practice include amethyst, rose quartz, citrine, and clear quartz. These stones can be worn as jewelry, placed in specific areas of the home, or used during meditation and rituals. After selecting a gemstone, practitioners of gem glamour energy magic often cleanse and charge the stone to align it with their purpose.

The Witch And The Robot

I was lying face down in the mud of a nameless field in Northern France. The year was 1918 and the Great War was coming to it’s bitter conclusion. As the aftershocks felt by the next 100 years of European history would attest, no-one won.

I had fought before and was no stranger to the slaughter. The depths of degradation that human kind could plunge itself into no longer came as a surprise – we are a bitter and twisted people, broken in oh so many ways.

I pulled myself together and stood up. “C’mon Men!” I shouted and four figures emerged from the ubiquitous sludge, their profiles lit by a cacophony of mortar explosions. We started towards the enemy’s bunker, the machine gun placements were spitting fire like a novice dragon not yet taught to roar. We were roaring though, we were dragons; single-minded killing machines and we flew on the wind of impending victory.

I raised my pistol as I caught sight of a German infantryman attempting to fix a jammed rifle, but as I pulled on the trigger all that came out was a small flag, with the word “Bang!” written on it. At that precise moment I felt myself caught in what can only be described as a whirlwind, my feet left the ground and I was taken higher and higher, surrounded on all sides by a multitude of rainbow bright colours.

The theatre of war stretched out below me, I could see beyond the front lines, beyond the visible stench of death to the villages far behind the trenches, the villages where a dissemblance of normality still existed, save for the constant stream of foreign troops pouring through the Guesthouses, Cafes, Tabacs and Brothels. Some local girls had found love with these soldiers in the midst of this, the most insane form of human madness.

As I flew up further into the air and the war torn land became no more than a brown spot on an otherwise luscious green and deep blue planet, thoughts of doomed love encompassed my very being. Young peasant girls left alone as their sweethearts were summoned to their death at the frontline, leaving nothing but some chocolate, empty promises and an unborn child. But for their exquisitely brief moment, both lovers were in bliss of calm, surrounded on all sides by the sights, sounds and smells of war.

The whirlwind that lifted me from the field became a warm, protective cocoon, shielding me from the icy vastness of space. The Earth grew smaller and smaller until it was merely another ball of reflected light encircling the Sun. Never had I imagined that a human eye would be able to witness such beauty! But little did I know, my eye was no longer human and the inter-stellar symphony being played out in front of my face was being conducted by a Witch!

The whirlwind took me deeper and deeper into space. It was made up of trillions of Nanobots, which were changing my entire physiology, replacing my flesh and bone with circuitry, pistons, and a new, mineral based exoskeleton. I was later told that this process took almost 200 Earth years but time meant nothing as my consciousness had been suspended a mere 10 minutes into my galactic flight – as soon as the Nanobots entered my brain.

By the time I arrived at my destination (‘Caraltutumbog’, a small meteor about 20 light years from Earth) I was a very different creature. My only remaining memories were those of doomed love. I was moody, like a teenager who’d just been kicked to the curb by a more experienced girlfriend, plagued by poisoned recollections of saying the wrong words and doing too little, too late…

Caraltutumbog was home to The Witch, once the proud figurehead of a violently matriarchal South American people who banished her some 4000 years before the first shot of the Great War was fired in anger (strangely enough, not a shot fired in Europe but an artillery round fired across the bow of a German Freight Liner leaving Melbourne harbor in Victoria, Australia). As their ruler, The Witch was seen as a living god, which was all fine and dandy until they found out about space flight. Then the shit really hit the fan.

These were a people who lived in pre-historic squalor, open sewers swamped the streets of their mountain home. The only way to cook food was on open fires and there had not been sufficient advances in agricultural sciences to provide a sustainable farming system. These were Hunter Gatherers, reliant on chance as much as proven techniques for feeding and clothing their families. This is why their knowledge of advanced space travel technologies seemed such an incongruity. The Witch of course had always had this knowledge, it was innate within her being. But she couldn’t tell them that could she?

This was not the only time she had been worshipped thus, for The Witch had existed since the dawn of time. She was part of the fabric of the universe, existing simultaneously in countless dimensions. All knowledge learned and yet to be learned was hers, and she saw nothing wrong with imparting the basics of alien spaceflight technology to some crude tribe she’d found herself knocking about with.

As it happens, The Witch’s arrogance backfired. In the dead of night the tribe decided they’d had enough of this bossy Witch and set about building a rocket to shoot her off into space where she could no longer complain that her “FUCKING TOAST IS BURNT”!! This posed it’s own problems as The Witch was taller and heavier than the average woman. She was at least 20 foot high from the tips of her toes to the top of her pointed hat and her arms were unusually long, at least the same length as her height. She used them, as a Gorilla would, to walk on. Her hands were made of semi-precious stones, the result of a self-inflicted cosmetic operation. Whatever The Witch wasn’t, she certainly was vein.

The simple tribe got to work. They constructed the rocket around where The Witch lay sleeping and at sunrise they pressed the big circular green button marked “GO”. The Witch shot off into space and ended up here, on this meteor, unable to do anything but sulk.

She had two choices. Either use the collected debris of the rocket to fire herself back to a planet with some dissemblance of society (not even The Witch was able to teleport), or use this debris to construct millions of Nanobots to send back to Earth to find a suitable candidate to turn into a humanoid killing machine with which she could exact her revenge on all humanity!

The Witch, being a proper spiteful bitch, plumped for the second option, and here we are. The Witch And The Robot, sat together on a deserted rock, hurtling through the cosmos, planning our revenge…

The Witch And The Robot are a band. They grew up together in the English Lake District. Their self-produced debut LP, ‘On Safari’ is out now on ATIC Records.

The term folk magic encompasses a wide variety of diverse magical practices united only by the fact that they are the magical practices of the common folk, rather than the ceremonial magic that was worked by the learned elite.

This can be done by placing the gemstone under running water, burying it in the earth, or exposing it to moonlight or sunlight. Cleansing and charging the gemstone is believed to remove any negative or stagnant energy and activate its full potential. Once the gemstone is prepared, it can be used in various ways to enhance different areas of life. For example, wearing a rose quartz pendant is thought to attract love and promote self-love and compassion. Placing amethyst crystals in the bedroom is believed to enhance sleep and promote vivid dreaming. Gemstones can also be used in spellwork, rituals, and meditation to amplify intentions and manifest desires. Gem glamour energy magic is not only used for personal purposes but also for enhancing the energy of a space. Many people use crystals and gemstones to create crystal grids in their homes or workplaces, creating a harmonious and energetically charged environment. In conclusion, gem glamour energy magic is a fascinating practice that allows individuals to harness the power of gemstones to manifest desires, enhance spirituality, and promote healing. It is a versatile form of magic that can be incorporated into daily life in various ways, whether through wearing gemstone jewelry, creating crystal grids, or using gemstones during meditation and rituals. Through this practice, one can tap into the ancient wisdom and energy held within gemstones, unlocking the hidden potential within oneself and the world around..

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