Old Cure, New Words
Long before this card called itself a spell, this was just something people did. Rubbing an ailment onto a potato and burying it so the trouble would rot away with the potato is old kitchen magic, the same family of cure that once sent a wart-covered hand digging a hole in the backyard, or a peeled potato riding around in someone's coat pocket until it turned black and took the ache with it. The idea underneath all of it is simple and old: bind the trouble to something that will break down in the earth, and let the earth take it from there.
This card just gave that same old logic a name, a moon phase, and a set of words to say over the candle. We're keeping the bones of it — the potato, the burying, the timing — and making it ours.
Materials
- A crystal for clarity and protection — agnitite, or a clear quartz or clear crystal point if that's what's on hand
- 1 large potato
- Apple corer or paring knife
- Pen and a small piece of paper
- String
- White candle
- Planter filled with soil, or a patch of garden ground
The Ritual
- On the morning of the first new moon of the month, set the crystal on the kitchen counter.
- Cut the potato in half. With the corer, carve a thick hole into the cut side of each half, deep but not all the way through.
- On the paper, write your name and the allergy you want to be rid of — plain and specific, in your own words.
- Roll the paper into a small tube and slot it down into the holes.
- Press the two halves of the potato back together and tie them with the string.
- Light the candle beside the potato and the crystal, and speak the words once.
No more shall I suffer, so mote it be."
- Let the candle burn all the way down.
- Bury the potato in the planter or the garden. As you cover it with the last bit of soil, speak the words a second time.
- Keep the crystal close during the season your allergy runs worst. Repeat the whole charm any time the symptoms come back.
There's something honest about a cure this humble. No rare ingredients, nothing you can't find in your own kitchen and yard. Just a potato, a candle, patience, and the old country trust that the earth knows what to do with what we hand it.
What's buried, let it rot away.
The ground has taken worse than this
and given nothing back but green.