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Duessa
Name: Duessa
Birthday: Dec 22 1998
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Fri, 04 May 2018
Membership: Member


Personal Bio
Marigolds are often used to symbolize longing for affection, and sometimes jealousy or grief. They represent warmth and light and are sometimes given as an offering to religious figures. It is thought that the marigold originated in Egypt and was later brought to England and to other countries by the Romans. During the North American Civil War and WW1 the flower petals were made into a poultice and used to prevent infections. It has a peppery taste and a warm smell and can be used to remove toxins from the intestines and to slow external bleeding and prevent bacterial infection and inflammation. In the language of flowers, it means; "A comfort to the heart". About Me; I am 19 years old as of january 2018 and Wiccan. My talent is in potions and predictions. I have a moderate knowledge of plants and animals that is always expanding. I'm currently working on writing my own field journal with the guidance of a dear friend. I was born with Witches marks and still have not confirmed their significance or ties to my purpose, but I do know that my blood is tied to those of "The fates" or those who can see into the future. I often have very lucid and prophetic dreams that are confusing at first but usually come true within a month or so. Like most dreams and prophecies they are also very exaggerated. For example; I had a dream once that my little sister came to visit and my mother called saying that my step father had died and I had to tell her the news. What instead happened was that my sister came over and my mother told me that earlier that morning my step father had needed multiple emergency surgeries and I was asked if my sister could stay with me for a day or two. I would like to join a coven, and I have been a part of quite a few before, but I have yet to find one that makes me feel truly welcome. I do not necessarily believe in a god, or gods, or goddesses. I believe that there exist beings who are far more powerful, far older, and far wiser than I, but they are no more gods to me than I would be a god to a mouse. My dreams become more lucid with each passing, and I am afraid yet filled with hope. Prophecy is truly more of a curse then a blessing. Who/what is the greek Lexis...?