I’ve been reading on a page I like on Facebook of someone’s making of Christmas gifts for family that speaks of heritage, and love. For me those are the best kind of gifts to receive. It also makes me remember some that I have given, to others that mean more to them than was my original intent. I’ve given my mother hand prints made of cement of the little people for her garden(they now sit in mine). she spoke often of her “box of rocks”, which made me chuckle and even now brings a smile to my face as I remember it. I gifted an ex son-in-law pictures in an album when he was in the marines…I mailed it in with the little people’s gifts, so he didn’t expect it…why did I do that? well I didn’t want them..they meant nothing to me..wasn’t my service time..but was a time that had some memories for him, so they were sent…yeah I like to surprise people at times. I like to give gifts that have meaning to them..cookbooks with old family recipes, old pictures of family long since passed refinished and framed…gifts of crafting things for those people on my list that do such things, books that they have been lusting after but either lacked funds to get them or could not find(I have my ways). For me it’s not about the gift for the sake of giving one. I want the recipient to remember that I thought enough to remember what they like, who they are as a person and what is more likely to touch them . I’m not about the religious aspect of the time of the year..as a pagan, Yule would be more in step, but the gift giving applies to both. What matters to me is the finding of that perfect gift for someone. Gift certificates to their favorite restaurants, spas, appts to their beautician…Things that they enjoy. It doesn’t take a lot of money to provide the perfect gift, but it does require thought and time, and really…that is part of the gift itself.
ANCESTORS
Ancestors..that word says a lot, and yet not enough. For many it can mean immediate family, to others it can go a long way back in the lineage. Still others pull in ones that they didn’t/don’t know personally yet are included in their lives. I am a mixture of the three. I’ve had family that have made the transition beyond the veil(brother, father, mother), others in the lineage going back, grandparents, great-grandparents(I am named for my great-grandmother and miss her dearly), and then there are family members that I didn’t get the chance to meet as well as the guides that I pull into my path as we work together. I honor them all this time of year. My altar has mementos of them, pictures, art work, cigars, rum, incense, flowers of the season…Things that represent them and myself. So it’s no surprise really that I am receiving visitations of spirit while the veil is thin. I start this celebration of soul on Samhain, which usually begins with trick or treaters on Halloween..the little people here love the dressing up and treats. Also its appropriate because it was my mother’s birthday and she loved that part of her day when kids showed up at her door and she got to gift them with candy. My bonfire is on the second day, Dia de los muerte…all soul’s day. I write down things that I need to remove from my world in order to gain positive, and throw it all into the fire to be destroyed and the ashes lifted to the winds to carry on away from me. Nice practice. I will work privately but those rituals are not for publication. It’s similar in fashion to New Year’s resolutions which for many of our path, this marks the beginning of a new year. So on the third day I speak to the ancestors, thanking them for the guidance I receive and the love they filled my life with. Three days I pull together, commit to, because I feel its important to remember where we come from. Without knowing that foundation, we have no roots in order to grow. Family, no matter how long ago that was, gave us the roots to become who we are, gifted us with flight so that we soar as we seek higher enlightenment. We might not always appreciate the lessons as we are going through them, but when we end up looking back, we can certainly see where they helped us grow into who we are now. We are stronger for going through things that would cause others to hit their knees and stay down. We gained knowledge at the side of some who gifted us with a knowledge of nature, and the universe that others only hope to gain a glimpse of. We are granted access to guides who take our hand and lead us on a road that fulfills us spiritually and gives us new insight to ourselves and the world around us. It is our responsibility to use this knowledge and further its use. We are the light, the change that we wish to see in the world around us. We cannot sit idly by and allow others to think for us, to demean us or try and change us from what we we are destined to be. To whom much is given, much is required. That statement along with others from my Gran resonates with me. I think on it often when I am asked to help someone, whether its to do a working or just share knowledge that I may have access to. But I also temper that with responsibility. If I feel someone hasn’t the wherewithall to use said knowledge properly, I don’t give it up. Nor will I work for someone just because they want revenge…I limit that to personal issues,lol…just a joke..don’t go telling people I’m a kick ass witch..on second thought do that…it might keep the asshats from getting in my face. 🙂 Taking the time to remember the ancestors reminds me that sometimes its necessary to clean out our “closets” so to speak. Remove that which is worn and no longer useful, check the attitude and see where we can tweak it to be a little more positive, look over those past life lessons and see where they fall in the chapter of our lives in which we find ourselves now and see if we can let them go back into the memory book..not to be forgotten but to be used just as a yardstick of how we have grown from that particular time and place. There will also be people in our lives that serve no purpose as well. They bring negative into our lives, and cause drama…life is too short to allow that, so sometimes its necessary to cut them loose and move on. Although some of those people can be held onto just to serve as a reminder that we refuse to allow ourselves to become like that.. judgmental, bigoted, demeaning and small minded. They are lessons, and even though they can bring chaos, remember that to create, one has to sometimes have destruction. Our ancestors know this, and its why when the veil thins they come to make sure that those who honor them remember that our of chaos brings new growth. It’s natures way of renewing itself. It’s OUR way of reaffirming that we are survivors of life’s storms, dancers in the rain, blooms in the sun. Strong enough to handle anything. I am grateful to those who went before me, shared their love and energy and showered my life with knowledge and courage. Síocháin a thabhairt duit.
Remembering Annie
Interesting how life brings things back to memory huh? Today is a special day…in many ways. It is “ancestor day”..Dia de los muerte , Samhain, Halloween and my late mother’s birthday. For those who don’t know much about the first two I’ve named, it is a day of remembrance of those who are peeking through the veil..those we’ve loved and lost to another plane of existence. We honor their memories by telling stories of their lives, remembering them with love and laughter..And there is both of those for me even when things were not so good . So today, I will tell you a bit about my mom, Annie, who passed just a little over 3 yrs ago. She grew up the 3rd oldest of 11. Her dad did various jobs, railroad, WPA, mechanic, sharecropper. whatever it took to keep a roof over his family’s head and food in their bellies. Her mom couldn’t even read..left school in the 3rd grade, because in those times, girls didnt need an education. Annie married my dad, who was in the Army, when she was 19 and they set out on a course that took our family all over the world, and was a stay at home mom who helped wherever she could in Dad’s career, creating a home for the 3 rambunctious army brats who filled the house with noise. She pushed us to get involved in the activities the post usually had for the kids, ball, bowling, scouting. She made clothes for me and my sister..I have pictures somewhere of some of those dresses. She taught me how to embroider, crochet and sew..something I use even now. I sew for a living, have for over 25 yrs now..It’s put a roof over my kids head, sent my girls to college…not a bad thing for one’s ancestor to have taught you hmm? Annie wasn’t perfect by no means, but she tried to keep the house moving…military houses are notorious for always being on the move. New posts every year, Dad being gone to some far off godforsaken place a year or more at a time, so she was a single mom more often than not, trying to keep things rolling along smoothly. While there were differences as my sister, brother and myself were growing up…things changed considerably when our little people came along. I have 3 kids of my own, my sister has 2, and all of them loved to hang out at Ma-ma and Pa-pa’s house. they would go practice ball in the huge backyard, or sit and watch my mom make some costume they needed for school. One year she made my son a Ninja Turtle costume..It looked like he had been eaten by one, but he loved it, it was totally different than anyone else’s. she made a kimono for Robyn when she was 4th grade queen and rode on the float for the christmas parade the town has every year…It was amazing, looked every bit like the ones sold in the markets downtown in the small Japanese villages to tourists. She sewed a turn of the century dress for Mandy, my niece..a mumu for Hef for their Hawaiian day …All these things she did with love for those little people. They brought their friends there for countless lunches, dips in the pool at band camp summers, went on excursions for their spring breaks with her. She was amazing in her transformation as a grandmother. I used to marvel at how that happened til I acquired my own little people, then I understood. Sometimes we’re so caught up in the necessities of the taking care of our kids that we don’t always stop and revel in the small things that are there. We do that when the little ones come along behind them. A shame really, because I think that would have been interesting to see what could have come out of doing that. My girls used to go out to their grandparents house on my mom’s birthday after they got through trick or treating, and they would roll her yard with toilet paper(small town fun for the kids ), and soaped her windows, one year saran wrapping my dad’s truck so that he had to take his pocket knife and slide it in the grooves of the door just to get in it,lol. they were under strict orders to leave my mom’s car alone, and they did…it used to make my mom laugh and my dad roll his eyes, as they usually started the clean up before the girls came back out there and help them and have breakfast with them. They still speak of those times with laughter , as it should be. Things got a little stranger still when the kids little people came along. My mom was there at the hospital when my oldest grandson, Trey Michael, came into the world…She looked at that little face, and “Grammy” came into existence. She loved that little boy, as she loved Robyn and made sure that she saw him on a daily basis. The others came after that, Benson, Alexandria, DaKota, Graycee, Andrue, Braelyn. She went to their programs, made things for them…the cycle continued until my dad passed , and she grew too ill to continue. I remember the good times with her today, as it should be. The positive things are there to make me smile. Annie didn’t always have an easy life, but she was a strong woman. It takes that to be an military wife and mom…to still stand in the face of adversity and try to be all things to all people…it’s a difficult task, but she met that challenge head on. She taught me some valuable lessons, and they made me who I am today..So happy birthday mom…peace and love be with you.
ASSERTIONS
Life is a bit strange at times isn’t it? We go along minding our own business trying to stay on even keel, and then get blasted by someone else’s indignation of our point of view. Is that not a little skewed? Does it really matter if we have a warped sense of humor or speak using language that they disapprove of? Does it even matter if we have a different religious point of view in our lives and choose not to stay confined within a group that serves no purpose for us? No teaching, no learning, no real interaction except to be slammed for our differences? I try to let others do as they please(provided it does not interfere with what I am doing). So when things hit my inbox, I tend to get more than a little snarky in my response. So here is the new agenda for those with their own ideas of what I should be doing: I will no longer allow myself to be used by those who provide no reciprocal benefits. I will no longer allow those who have their own agendas to waltz in and upset the balance that has taken some time to be achieved. I will no longer allow others opinions of what I say or do to matter. Get over yourselves and move on. The discussion is tabled before it begins. Finis. I will no longer allow others to define me by their own warped criteria…we all have a responsibility to ourselves to live life as we have been destined to do, finding our own way, our own spirituality and our own sense of self. When we allow others to choose that for us, then we have given all our power and control to others and that is unacceptable to me. I refuse to allow myself to be drawn into aligning myself with others in the hopes that they will broaden my scope of view on my own path, when in fact if I had trusted the readings, I would have known that they would not. I refuse to allow those who are “dismayed” by my thought processes in these matters to sway my thinking and back track on the inroads I have made on my path. I like who I am, appreciate that I have strength on which to draw upon when things get little dicey on days when I may not feel at my best. I have inner balance that calms me when I need to find center in order to face the storms that come with a certainty in life. I have friends that I have “collected” that make me laugh, allow me to vent when I need to, rant about the things that piss me off whether it affects me personally or a situation that is so unfair that one needs to speak out about them. They share themselves and their lives so that this truly becomes like a family unit..to be protected, nurtured and enjoyed. Those people are true treasures and damn hard to find. I will live as I choose, being the person I was meant to be, moving through life with purpose. I will give respect to others but refuse to allow others to bully me into walking their direction because they don’t agree with mine. Respect should be a mutual thing, given freely..not mandated through fear or coercion. I refuse to allow my gifts or talents be usurped by others for their benefit, I don’t mind sharing with people, but to be taken for a ride without benefit of a parachute for the freefall that is sure to come afterwards is not high on my “to do” list. I’ve had my fill of that from days past. I refuse to fill in the gaps of knowledge of others if they are not willing to put in some work…To do that means I am rehashing things that I already know and the other person is a sieve…not retaining anything. I share with those that already have educated themselves, but want to add to that…That’s a good thing, because for the most part, its reciprocal, because I usually end up learning some things myself. I refuse to allow myself to feel guilty when someone pouts at my refusal to “help” or “join” in their endeavors. It’s not MY project…do it according to YOUR vision. If I choose to not allow myself to feel guilt at not helping you out, then it makes a much more positive space for me to occupy. Sometimes that is just a work in progress, but then so is life :). I refuse to allow your view of who I am to skew the vision I see of myself in the mirror. I am not some evil person hell bent on ruining your life. Any mistakes made between us, demands both sides take personal responsibility..I’ll admit I’m not perfect..will you? I do the best I can to be the best version of someone who gives a damn about myself, my family, friends, and the world as a whole. I refuse to allow anyone else come in and screw that up. I do enough of that on my own…Life is a journey, meant to be experienced with joy and exuberance, not just muddled through existing with no desire to feel that within your spirit. I wake every day with new purpose, desiring to share with others, the universe, myself all that there is that brings joy to my life. It’s what makes me happiest. I refuse to allow others to say that I can’t….because by damn..I WILL.
PEACE OUT
It’s all about the ancestors
My favorite time of the year is almost here. In little more than a week, it’s the time that little ones get dressed up as their favorite ghoul or character and go bumming for candy . Here in a small town we feel free to take kids to people’s homes we really aren’t familiar with,the traffic can get little crazy as people come from rural areas into town to satisfy their sweet tooth(and those of family members who walk or drive with them around town.) It’s a lovely time for all..usually…. because we have had tragedy..Kids not watching as they drive, others in a hurry to cross the road..created a sad time in our town a few years back when my children were young. But we don’t dwell on that. We celebrate. Samhain is also this time of year, Fet Ghede, All soul’s day, Dias de los Muerte. So what does that mean? Each of those are in various paths and yet they all celebrate the same thing…ancestors. Those no longer with us, those who walked the path before us. Celebrations of bonfires, dumb suppers(specific food prepared for those spirits passed on who will return as the veil thins), specific herbs and candles burned. All done in honor and celebration of the life that was, and the gift they shared with us in the way of love and knowledge. So it was with curiosity I saw an event on FB today. It is a WORLDWIDE SAGE BURNING PURIFICATION RITUAL. Now those who use herbs know that sage is indeed done for purification as well as banishment and protection. So why I ask you..would one do this on the very day the veil is thinnest and we are welcoming in our ancestors? This is a time of new beginning,to say farewell to old year, ring in the new…When I burn herbs, I use 3 in particular. Thyme(associated with departing souls), Rue(flower of repentance), and Rosemary(for remembrance). One can also use others, such as Mullein(for abundance), calendula, mushrooms, pumpkins seeds, . Pretty much everything one would gather for this time of year..except sage(which is gathered in early summer). One can also use acorns. I shake my head at the ignorance displayed sometimes by others. If one is not grounded in a path, then I guess they feel that to do whatever one wishes is just fine. I think not. For me personally, I honor those who walked before me, the ones who provided me with my knowledge such as my Gran, for without her, I would be lost in my herbs. For the ones no longer with us, it would be a slap in the face, a sign of disrespect. so I set my altar with images from the seasons, jack-o-lanterns, witches that belonged to my mother, an Army patch that was worn by my father,pictures of those who are no longer with us. Specific colors of candles, sometimes the color of the year, other times for a specific working. I will also add specific stones such as black obsidian and the amethyst that is personal to me. But in all things,I will honor the ones that are before me. Not decide that I could create some asinine ritual with no basis on any path, and with an herb that is often used to repel spirits in general. That is just STUPID..yes, I said it…STUPID. Anyway, however you celebrate this year, take a moment to honor those no longer with us. It’s not a big thing, even if its just a “thank you” to the universe..but this time of year, the veil is thinnest, they are closer and that is a comforting thought to many who may look back at their time with us and smile as we generally remember the times of shared laughter and good times rather than dwell on any negative..and that’s as it should be..the letting go of the old and moving forward.. I bid you peace.
Defining Me
I’ve been having issues last little bit with definition. Not my definition, but the way others define who I am and how I believe by their own personal standards. It kind of rocked me for a second because I actually thought I was past that. Apparently not. So I’ve been whining, complaining, and tonight, I’ve just decided to suck it up and move on. That’s the good thing about my moods, they never stay long because I refuse to allow them to do so. So what did I do? I stopped dwelling on it. I apologize to my friends who’ve had to listen to me whine about the unfairness of people challenging me and my beliefs in a rather forceful manner. I’ll stop..really,lol. Ya’ll are the only ones who have helped keep me sane and from going totally off the edge and I appreciate you more than you know. Here is the thing. I know that my path works for me. I know the history of it, and what it means to me. I see no need to defend it or myself to anyone else. I need to look in the mirror and appreciate the gifts I have, and get back to work. If that means kicking some to the curb for their negative shit..so be it..but either way, I am done feeling like a punching bag. So what is the definition of me? I carry a lot of labels in my life, some I shouldered onto myself, others placed there by others. Some news ones have been suggested and that amuses me. I am ordinary woman really. Nothing I do is special in my opinion. I do things as I have always done them, and yet sometimes that resonates with others. That’s fine. If I can help others even if its being an example of what not to do, then so be it. Witch, pagan, woman, mother, sister, friend, Nana..they are all labels used to define who I am, and yet that just barely scrapes the surface. I hope that I succeed at all of these, and maybe I do somewhat. I know that I am better at some than others . I could use some more work on them I guess, but sometimes things are beyond our control and we have to accept those that are not perfect, probably will never be and move on. Same with my beliefs. I am opinionated when it comes to how people treat others, maybe because I know what it feels like to be bullied and disrespected, and have seen the fear reflected in the faces of those who get caught up in situations caused by ignorance and hate. I refuse to be part of the silent majority who will not speak up. I also refuse to walk away from my path because it is not the accepted view of narrow minded people who think I need to follow the status quo, and those who choose to judge out of ignorance and lack of knowledge. So I sit looking into my mirror and accepting that while I am not perfect, I am doing just fine at being a decent human being..one who accepts her friends as they are, loves her family even when they aren’t always so loveable, and try to do as my guides direct in teaching, learning and living. All in all, that isn’t a bad definition after all.
PEACE OUT
WHERE THE HELL IS THAT LIGHT SWITCH?
You know it’s been a frustrating week and a half. Everything I say or do has become suspect with other people. When I do things, there “must” be a motive. If I speak my mind then I am apparently wrong or being judgmental and negative. It’s an across the board thing. No matter what group I post in, what I post in my feeds, speak to someone in the “real” world..I’m “wrong”. I am not allowed to tell people they have no voice in my path apparently. It holds no value because it isn’t done according to others rules, definitions or dogma. It’s just wrong, feeds nothing, and is not workable. Really. My response is going to be negative, so get ready(disclaimer). Fuck you! It has worked for me for quite some time…and my guides tell me that I am where I am supposed to be..well, except for dealing with asshats who think they know it all. So go on your merry way, say what you will, but I refuse to listen anymore. Apparently I also am not allowed to voice opinion about what I think based on what someone else said. Sorry..I thought that was the basis of communication…listening, then speaking back what one heard, so as to get clarification..apparently I was again mistaken. But I refuse to “sit” in a pagan forum and listen to one spew nothing more than what amounts to propaganda for a group that bases their views on bigotry and hate. So what to do about both of these situations? Maybe it’s time to walk….walk away from the madness that spills over into my life, causes me to feel so defeated that I cannot find my way above it. I have candles and incense lit today in order to check the tears..find some balance and light. And writing…long has it been the release of emotions for me..a way to pour out all the things I want to scream from the rooftops. But I’ve walked in the shadows so long that I’ve developed habit of not saying everything I want to say…partly because I feel as if I ever open those flood gates, I won’t be able to stop until I am spent and the carnage I leave behind will not be fixable..people will be harmed irreparably, relationships damaged, hell even physical damage could happen. So I disguise it in sarcastic truth, making most think I am joking(yeah I know there are some of you who know the truth of it)…or I pretend nothing happened and walk on…to pull it out later and grieve over it. Maybe that is what’s happening today..my heart is filled to overflowing to allow any more pain to be inflicted so its had to let it out..all that grief that is bottled, that is serving no real purpose… I wish it was anger…Anger I could understand..use it to work to pull myself back into balance. I am familiar with that emotion well and do not see it in a negative light because it has served me well in the past. Grief..that makes me feel weak and untethered. I hate that feeling of disconnect. That is not an emotion I handle very well. I’m sick of letting myself get here. I’ve GOT to find the damn light switch and turn it off, it’s attracting too many asshats who want to make me doubt myself in order to be “right”. I refuse to stay here in the cubby hole they’ve tried to place me in…life is about changing directions and I prefer to be outside of the lines set by others, so….going back to my shadows, where it always warm and welcoming. No longer will I allow myself to be drawn out to be used as a personal project. This would be the sound of my light going off…~CLICK!~
What does one gain by saying “yes”?
I am not a “yes” person. I will say that right up front. My control issues make me take the contentious route in many conversations. So when I see a posting from someone that can get little over the top, I take notice. Such was one today …news article about how some cultists forced women to have sex “with themselves”..their words not mine…mine would have said lesbian sex, because that term “with themselves” could also have been masturbation..~shrugs~ just saying. Anyway, it was filmed and when said cultists(again their words..probably sect outside of regular faiths), were arrested, they found film, weapons. Comments were made disparaging the women, which I actually found offensive. Remarks about how could someone be coerced into performing such acts..so of course they must have been prostitutes. Now I have issues(ok, a lot of them) with people always blaming the victim of crimes that involve sexual crimes, or religious coercion. One wonders why they would “consent”..well, in my humble opinion, I believe that if one is trying to save their lives, most people would do damn near anything…It’s why cult leaders are so successful in what they do. they string you along, prey on those who have a weakness, be it youth, ideology, poor home life, spiritual disconnect..whatever that may be..they start off with the physical, provide shelter, companionship, food, etc..under the guise of spiritual love. When all those other elements have been met, it then moves on into their own depravity…. their own self-gratification..and has nothing to do with religion or spirituality. It takes a lot for those involved to make it out…it’s been shown many times in the news that the brain is fragile, and can be fucked with on a grand scale by master manipulators. Kidnap victims have been known to identify with their captors in a syndrome called “stockholm syndrome”, in that the victims soon empathize and even defend their captors, mistaking lack of abuse as kindness. So what does all this have to do with people who always agree you may ask? Well, in this same conversation, there was a person who automatically jumped on the bandwagon of disparaging the women..and they agree with the comments because one..they don’t think for themselves often enough, and two..the comments came from someone they look up to and take their words at face value..as gospel..although if you were to ask the second person, he would tell you that he is not infallible, is still a student of life, and he voices his opinion as do the rest of us. Now while I too, respect the words from this person, and from others as well. I have a brain and coupled with my control issues..it makes me pause and think things through even to the point of playing devil’s advocate sometime…just to give another point of view that some may not have considered. I see it in daily life as well. People trying so hard to fit in or not be considered “strange” for not being the same as others, i.e. going to church every time door is open, having same political views…. whatever someone says..one agrees to it. As someone who has always been on outside looking in..always the “new kid” moving from base to base..I’ve become a people watcher and can see the complexities of human nature, so am aware of people’s need to fit in..believe me, am not unaware of that emotion myself. But I refuse to fit into a mold of “yes people”. It’s how the bullies, dictators of this world are able to get as far as they did before being taken down., People refuse to stand up and voice their opinion. But those not on a life or death scale..what do they gain from agreeing with those they are enamored of? Does it reinforce in their world that they are on the right path..doing this “just so” so that the plan moves accordingly? Screw that…make your own road! Take the knowledge offered and see if it works in your world? if not..acknowledge that and move on. When we stand by and become a cheer squad for whatever comes out of someone’s mouth, we place them on a pedestal(yeah I get the irony Nagini,lol)..and then do not keep their feet to the fire and keep them honest, we are disloyal to our very being. Our spiritual connectedness to the universe is threatened. We want what they teach us to be truth, based upon fact, not opinion..if they speak from personal point of view, we want that stated as well. So, maybe next time one makes a controversial statement(or not), think before automatically agreeing. Is it really how you feel? If not, then speak up..what do you have to lose? Perhaps you could give someone else food for thought..a perspective that they had not considered. What do you have to lose?
PEACE OUT
LOVE AND PEACE
I saw him as he entered , dragging his bag behind.
He look so old and withered, face worn, and lined.
Yet there was about him, a light, that shined from within
It illuminated his countenance, and radiated his skin.
I cannot tell you where he came from, nor his very name
And yet, something about him, drew me near as if we were the same.
Child, he said…I come to tell you, that you are special, a child of love
For we are one race, divined by above. We separate each other, with walls,
lines and such, but its all in our own minds…we must begin to trust.
If we choose to love each other as it has been written by some,
then who knows the miracles that would happen in the harder times to come.
So I leave you with this memento, its not much really, just a token of respect.
He handed me a paper flower, its fragrance long since spent, as well as a
a garland of daisies to hand around my neck.
I bid you peace dear child..may you find it in your walk. Keep the faith and remember,
the love is how you talk. Share this with others, help them find their way, and maybe soon we’ll all
find peace is not too far away.
PEACE OUT
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR….YOU MIGHT JUST GET IT
I’ve been sitting back watching people as of late. Kind of helpful when one is trying to recenter. So several instances I’ve noticed with people and their magical workings. One is an “experiment” of a ritual to call angels to you. It takes 5 days, and when you’re done you pass it on to 3 other people. Sort of like a chain letter. The other is a candle meditation, using a candle in a darkened room and one focuses until the entity shows up. So my query is this…what are you going to do when they show up? When I work, I have a definite intent. that is if I conjure something up, I know exactly what I desire it to do. So if one is just calling these entities to you as an “experiment”…things could get a little dicey. Reason I say this is because when one flips the switch to conjure…it’s like one of the bug lights. it calls everything. so while the one you are asking to come and help shows up, so may others you did not want. One asked how does one get rid of entity when you call it? Good question. If you have no answer, then may I suggest you leave shit the hell alone? I cannot begin to tell you how many silly people I’ve run across who claim to have conjured something and now its harassing them. They run to find someone with experience who will come and banish it. But the truth is, they will usually go back and try it again because they “figured out what they did wrong”..Ummm..yeah, what they did wrong was trying things without knowing anything. Many people want to experiment, but many are afraid of crossing the line that societal faiths have said is “evil”. So those conducting these little “experiments” are afraid of what they will see really. My thinking is that the practitioner is the one in control..fear just gets in the way. Knowledge is power. Use it to learn the proper way to approach workings. This bullshit of experimentation can get one killed if truth be told. You may not care for what shows up, or be able to get rid of it. If you scared to try magic..leave it alone. Nobody says you have to do it. It’s supposed to be about the spiritual you know, although some of us like to add a little flair to our paths,lol. So next time you see some of these little experiments floating around…try it if you want..just be careful..you may actually get what you ask for…and then some 🙂
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