About
Wyrd Witches
Hello witches! We are Sister Vinegar & Sister Loveridge. We are The Sisterhood of the wyrd crossroad. We are two folkwitch friends who practice in deepest, darkest Cornwall.
What brings you to our wyrd crossroad sister? What would you be. What dark delights would you conjure if you felt free. We seek to bring magic, enchantment and beauty into the mundane. Our path is our own, and changes with the ebbing of the tide, turning of the season and waxing of the moon.
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☾ Witchcraft ☾ Enchantment ☾ Wyrd & wonderful ☾ Occult research
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Occult services
We are making magic to enchant our lives. To protect our children and homes. We are making magic to see the unseen and fly to Otherworlds.
We are currently only selling services and digital spell kits. This means that you will not be receiving physical objects as part of this transaction. We are performing the act on your behalf using sympathetic magic and delivering photographs of the event.
You’ll find all of these services listed on our SHOP Please read product descriptions carefully before purchasing. You’ll be sent ritual results by email and all booklets are digital. There are no physical objects for sale. If you have any questions please email us.
The beasts below will show you where you wish to go.
Conjure – Bespoke spells. Charms, sigils, poppets and rituals
Cast – Digital Spell kits for the beginner witch
Call – Spirit flight & the otherworld
Cards – Oracle readings, witches runes and magpie oracle
Our Story
By stick, by stone, by fire, by bone
By land by air by sea
As we will it
So may it be.
We know who we are
We conjure, we cast, we call
Wyrd & wonderful wending
enchanting all.
Sister Vinegar
I am S.V. I like thorns and twine and bramble. Snails and nails and toads. Cats and bats and rainbows. Singing at the crossroad.
You’ll find me in the water. River, swamp and sea. Looking for the skull-horse spirits who guide me
through the otherworldly realms, that cold, dark, bitter sea. To learn the impish secrets of the dead
and see the unseen.
I conjure with my sigil, with eggs and knots and dirt. Pink wax poppets and dark dark moons to banish harms and hurts.
I see you, magical being, feeling hurt and lost and afraid.
Awaken now, love. Remember the name of the thorn you carry, and which prick gave it to you. Cast bones unto the earth and we will draw their shape. With love, with hate, with old magic
with one foot in the dreaming, all the time.
Sister Loveridge
I am Sister Loveridge, born in the heart of Cornwall with Romani blood in my veins. My dear Gramps Loveridge used to tell me that my need to keep moving was the gypsy blood talking.
I grew up in a world that made little sense to me, seeing spirits, and feeling people’s hidden emotions. I found solace in the company of nature and creatures, creating wild “science” experiments, and imagining fantastic worlds beyond our own.
Dreams always took me flying over a hedge and away to a misty version of our own world that I could explore.
I am a historical nerd, folk magick calls to me, the magick of our elders and the magick of the earth. I work intuitively with items from nature; delicious smelling herbs and foraged objects are my go-to.
I see the spirit energies of life that has come before and, when I sleep, I dream of the future.
Divination, Deep Shadow Working, Crafting, Protection & fire Magick and Communing with the Earth are my specialties.