Lee W Johnson

New series on Patreon ✦ The 44 Solomonic Pentacles
Step into circle and explore the sacred seals said to command spirits and shape destiny. We’ll uncover their origins, decode divine names, and awaken their living power.
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The first issue of the Punk Magick Zine. Issue 2 coming out 1st September. Go to patreon.com/punkmagick to get more.
#punkmagick

Beneath the ghostly glow of an ancient moon, shadows twist through the whispering trees, where a lone wanderer treads the path of forgotten myths.

The Obsidian Veil monthly protection and cleansing ritual service is now available on Patreon.

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Sometimes when I'm depressed I like to remember there's grifters on Etsy selling $3 Million dollar spells that " Let you see into another dimension" but it's just a quartz crystal on a water pump.

#witch #witchcraft #witchsky #occultsky #witchery #darkwitch #saturdaymagic

Exorcism: Removing Astral Parasites and Imposter Spirits #occult #leewjohnson #exorcism

The forest cradled the stream in a hushed embrace, its golden light spilling through ancient pines as a lone figure waded into the mirror of an untouched world.

The many egregores that are created from the base archetypes #occult #leewjohnson #egregores

The abyss spiralled inward, its luminous edges whispering secrets to the one who dared stand at the threshold of eternity.

Bound by reflection, the trees hold the sun's secret, while the watcher stands between worlds, yearning for the untold

Bathed in ethereal beams that danced through moss-cloaked sentinels, the wanderer stood on a path where shadows whispered secrets of an ancient, breathing world.

Can you back out of an oath or promise that you have made to a spirit? Very unlikely.
#pact #pactmaking #oaths #bonds #witchcraft #occult #magick #spiritwork #leewjohnson

A mouth of stone gives way to an ocean of whispers, where light fractures softly upon the cliffs. A figure—small, yet infinite against the vastness. The cave breathes, shadows curling into the mist beyond, as if this world were born of dreamstuff and ancient tides. Here, silence speaks volumes.

Framed within the boundaries of something ancient, he stood as both observer and observed. A relic of the present trapped in shadows of forgotten architecture, his figure balanced between stillness and motion—a question posed without words. Was it he who looked out, or the frame that stared inward?

Before doing spell work, make sure you do your divination
#divination #pendulum #spellwork #tarot #skrying #witchcraft #occult #magick #leewjohnson

The cliffs sang with the voice of rushing water, where solitude met wonder, and the wind carried whispers of stories untold.

The house leaned like a secret—edges softened by snow, lights burning with quiet defiance. Shadows moved inside, laughter spilling through cracked windows, while the moon watched: a silent witness to nights of warmth, resilience, and stories only frost could hold still.

My pleasure. Definitely worth the read.

A door opens to the unknown. Shadows cling to the threshold. The forest breathes, alive and watching. The house waits, silent and stern. Footsteps echo in the damp earth. Light filters through ancient trees. Secrets linger just beyond reach.

A Witch Alone by Marian Green. Was my first book almost 30 years ago and is still brilliant.

Deipnon is a Hellenistic ritual observation of the dark moon which celebrates Hekate and the Blessed Dead together with a cleansing rite to bring you into the new lunar cycle.
#deipnon #darkmoon #hekate #blesseddead #ancestors #hellenism #greektradition #witchcraft #magick #occult #esoteric

Adrift between stars and silence, a lone traveller stands where time itself forgets to move. The void is vast, yet the echoes of life cling to the seams of their suit—remnants of a fragile world, carried to alien soil. Who do they seek in this endless expanse, if not themselves?
#SpaceDreamer

The Red Meal is a sharing of power and energy between you and the deities through the act of consuming the blood and body of the Earth, through the symbolism of the grape and grain, or wine and bread.
#redmeal #workingwiththegods #spiritwork #housle #leewjohnson

The bones of the machine remain, but its heart has moved on. Who will now gaze through these portals and dream of horizons untold?
#EchoesOfTheMachine #RuinsOfTheFuture #SilentPortals #BeyondTheHorizon #LostDreams #TechnologicalRebirth #UnspokenStories #FadingEchoes #MachineSouls #TheHeartMovesOn

Once, it moved to the rhythm of our commands, a titan born of ambition and steel. Now, it stands still—like a forgotten sentinel, staring at the horizon while we gaze back, wondering who the true giants were
#ForgottenGiants #RustAndReverie #TitanOfSteel #EchoesOfIndustry #MachineDreams

We are all wanderers, lingering on the shores of eternity, uncertain whether we await passage or summon others across

#EtherealEchoes #LiminalSpaces #WanderersOfTime #PassageAndBeyond #ExistentialReflections #MysticThreshold #EternalShore #BetweenWorlds #HauntingBeauty #PoeticThoughts

My sky tonight. You can juuuuust make out the moon and Venus.