It's the Holidays--Let's Toil for Joy!

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German imports!  :)
Ending the year well is never an easy task.  Maybe that's why I always stuff so much work into the month of December.  The effort I generally put into my home-life was rewarded with more hard work, preparing for our always massive celebration of Yule.  Though work it was--and with the same stress-inducing capability as any other--it was happy work filled with the pleasure of abundance.  Our table was as full as our house and everywhere were lights, music, and food.  Because this was a very special year (my brother and sister-in-law were visiting from Germany for the holidays), I was inspired to do even more!  I'm not terribly good at buying presents but I love to put on a party!

Me and enough dinner for 20 people. Instead, I served 7.  lol

Our ritual celebration is, by sharp contrast, almost quiet.  We rung in the longest night with a blazing fire in the cauldron, which in turn began the lighting of our annual handmade Yule log.  The blessings of each of the coming year's 12 months were invoked, one by one, and the whole of it was admired when it was all aglow with as much fondness as I believe we'll look on 2013 when it's all over in December.  An always raucous retelling of the story of Mother Berchta (delightlfully overacted, in our home, as a play with costumes) lightened the mood and we all enjoyed a little chaos within the well-worn boundaries of our ritual, our family, our home, our season. 

There is a business to big holidays, one that must be overseen with care and lots of effort.  But there really is nothing better than toiling for later joy--yours and others.  In baking, there is a sense of the pleasure of eating; in hanging decorations, the elation of a dark house glowing with lights and cheer; in making or buying presents, the excitement of opening them.  Those who put on such affairs do so because they can enjoy the preparation as though the day of its unwrapping had come.  And the more paper you put onto the big present of a holiday, the more there is to take off when it comes.  Putting on all those details can be quite a big job (or, rather, what seems like hundreds of little jobs!) but there is pleasure to be had in the work of it, if you're looking right.
Lit on Yule, the Log will be burned with the
tree at the end of the season and the
candles burned in turn on their month.

That's how I feel about my shop.  I have many projects already in place in my life (and, honestly, I always have.  It is my habit to celebrate the completion of one thing by taking on two more) and I don't always manage a perfect balance or keep a perfect schedule, but I love the process of trying.  The spark of an idea, piecing it all together, exploring options and interesting twists, seeing it complete and ready to meet the world ... each time I take on work--be it restocking, making custom items, or completely new listings--there is the pleasure of knowing that someone somewhere will see it as just the thing that they've been looking for.  

And now that we've entered the New Year and the busy season is waning, I see all the work yet to be done.  New items for you to view at your leisure from the virtual shelves of my shop, but also a great deal of magic that has been waiting.  As a professional witch, I do a lot of magic for others--sometimes purely because it needs done and not because I'm being paid.  I know it is against the morality of some folks but I cast spells for others unawares just as part of my practice.  If I'm planning two spells for this moon sign, what's one more?  It's good practice for me and a benefit to those I care about. 

This month I'm working on three (and it may be you!)-- a better business spell, a healing, and some money luck.  Each of the recipients knows well what I do, all could very much use a hand, but none asked for it outright.  To me the issue is a simple one.  It's raining and I've got two umbrellas; must I wait until you notice me standing there and call my name through the downpour?  Or may I just pop it open, hold it out for you, and go on my way?  It's still up to you to take it to shelter yourself.  It's still your job to walk to you destination.  My one act of generosity didn't turn you into an infant who can no longer help himself, nor did it ruin any lessons to be learned from your plight.  Maybe it taught you something that can be hard to learn--that sometimes people do nice things just because they wanted to do them.
Remember, Random Acts of Kindness Day is February 17

Maybe this, too, is a sort of toiling for joy.  There's little practical aid I can offer in the circumstances of these three people.  I'm no doctor and while feeling moderately secure financially, I haven't got what it takes to invest in a business nor to keep another's household afloat.  But I can offer magic and even when I'm busy and have work of my own to be done I can work for their causes as well.  And it makes me happy as any holiday--hectic but accomplished in the business of sharing joy.


O, Coveted Laziness, Wherefore Art Thou?

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For reasons unknown, I would love to be lazy.  Maybe it's the cold weather now settling in.  Maybe it's the long to-do list which faces me every year from October to February.  Or maybe it's the very thought of such delicious sloth that tantalizes me into a recurring daydream of doing absolutely nothing.

There I am, front and center, ready for the world.

If I were to do nothing, it would look quite impressive: sleeping in every day until I was bored with sleeping, eating oatmeal every morning, playing video games until my eyes hurt, watching old movies and seeing every moment uninterrupted and without occupying my hands, lounging in a hot bath for hours, flipping through books just to see the pretty pictures, daydreaming, falling asleep on the carpet, going out for a midnight drive, and dropping my dirty clothes on the floor.  Boy, would that be sweet.

But I don't think I would be very happy after a day or two (especially since, even in a fantasy with nothing to do, I've managed to make a fairly long to-do list for myself).  With nothing to work for, there is no purpose, no point to anything.  And soon leisure becomes as drab and colorless as the most tedious chore.  Where is the pleasure without the effort?  Where is the triumph without the struggle?  So, instead, I'm going to work hard and keep going.  I'm going to be posting new items on my shop (stay tuned!), making many more that will excite you all once they are complete, dip candles and refill other stock, while also keeping our household chugging along smoothly and preparing for our huge Yule celebrations that begin December first and don't quit until we all fall down exhausted on the 22nd.  As a bustling, busy, productivity-loving Capricorn, I doubt I could enjoy life any other way.

Best to you all as we enter the holiday season!

Quill

Remembering Salem

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Okay, so I wasn't able to write from Salem.  But that's not for lack of thinking about it.  It was such a whirlwind of activity, that if not for the thousands of photos and bags of swag, I'd think I never went at all!  So let me break it down a little, for you and for me.

My husband and I set out 2 hours later than we'd planned.  Damn.  And I had to turn around after a mile because I forgot to bring shoes.  So not a very fortuitous beginning.  But after several double-checks of the house, many blessings, candle-burnings, and chanting (as well as a rockin' orange paisley dress that just refused to be found!  Grr!), we were off.  A cheerful and surprisingly speedy drive slowed to a halt at every exit in Boston, but with a constant flow of chants, we made it through without problems.  I have used the same chants since I first started practicing witchcraft at age 16.  By now they're thoroughly ingrained in me--just the first few words and they set to work.  That was good news for me because it was about this time that I remembered that I wasn't carrying my usual traveling companion--a handwritten book full of practical charms.  Rats!

We checked into our posh hotel with just enough time to change for the Witches Ball and be at the front door for the shuttle.  What perfect timing!  In previous years we drove into the city, which is not so bad...until you need to park.  Sadly, at this time of year Salem has one parking space for every 200 people seeking it.  But the shuttle is totally the way to go (Hudson, by the way.  Just remember Hudson).  We even got there in time to get the goodie bags that they give to the first 100 in the door.  Every year we fear we won't make it and every year we have with plenty time to spare.  That's a kind of magic, right there!


The High Priestess outside of her temple, the Boston Marriott.
The Ball was a flurry of excitement--people crowding every square inch of the ballroom, music loud enough to wake the dead, dancing, drinking, laughter, smoke, and lights...it was, as always, a sight to see.  We crowded to the front to watch the amazing Dragon Ritual Drummers as they called love and honor for the dead and worked a rhythm to make it impossible to stand still.  Now I'm no dancer, but they manage to get me moving every time.  There's a wide range of dance styles at the Ball (and pretty much anywhere Pagans congregate)--the I-go-to-nightclubs-every-weekend swagger, the sexy come-hither, lots of pseudo-bellydancing, wild arm thrashing, the I'm-also-talking and/or kissing sway, the drinking/head bobbing combo, and then moderate dancers like me.  Because of the available variety, it's quite easy to blend in no matter what your style.

And here's Mickey before we left home.  That head wasn't easy to hoist, so he requested no photos before the Ball unless absolutely necessary.  lol



Christian Day (our host) announced that the tables had been removed this year (as I noticed because it meant less to trip over.  After all, I was wearing a moon at my feet and a large headdress on top!) to eliminate wallflowers.  It worked quite well.  I had no intention of sitting still the whole time but the lack of rest space meant that nearly everyone was mingling the whole night.  For a couple who rarely get out like this, it was perfect!  Hubby and I made the rounds like bold souls, meeting new folks, seeing new costumes, getting pictures taken, and finding new enthusiasm for the dance.  A couple of drinks and a few fancy nibbles were surprisingly all I was interested in, despite the wide array available.  It was warm, wild, and much too much of everything to spend my time eating! 

To clear things up, this year's theme was "Witch and Famous," well-known historical and fictional witches and wizards.  My husband was the Sorcerer's Apprentice and I was the High Priestess of the tarot.  These were the most wildly original costumes we could manage after months of contemplation.  Naturally, mine was not original.  lol
 
That's me on the right, all aglow, and a sympathetic sister on the left.  Great minds think alike, I guess!




Though I was a shining beacon in the darkened ballroom, my husband was the one who got the attention!   As we had discovered earlier this year while visiting Disney World, the mere sight of a walking, talking Mickey Mouse does something strange to people.  Children flock to give hugs and high-fives.  Grown men and women throw themselves in his arms with love, laughter, and lavish kisses.  And tonight was no different.

Handfuls of pretty young women (and an enthusiastic young man!) took turns dancing with him like rock groupies.  It was quite a sight!  I took it as well as any wife can who watches her surprised and embarrassed hubby as he is worshiped with erotic dance like a golden idol.  Maybe it was Mickey's magnetic power of celebrity, maybe the familiarity of a good-natured character, or maybe it was his permanent smile of excitement...whatever it was, it was magic!

Of course I was thrilled when, in the midst of all the dancing and mingling, he was asked to come to the front of the room.  The winners were finally announced and he'd won 2nd prize--$200 to Pentacle Press!  What a thrill!  What bliss!  Mickey danced and smiled from the stage as I clapped like mad for his big win.  First prize went to a woman dressed as the Wicked Witch of the West who rode a broomstick atop an 8 foot pole.  For sheer dedication, misery, and boredom (there's no drinking, talking, or dancing when you spend the evening at the top of a pole), she is welcome to it.   

Two more things made this event huge.  The biggest was that I met Dorothy Morrison, who, oddly enough penned quite a few of the charms I used on the trip up to Mass. for safety and traffic woes.  On Sunday, I even did her charm for a parking place and we easily slid into a spot on a crowded street.  I was really looking forward to getting a signed copy of her newest book, "Utterly Wicked," but, alas, she was in the midst of a longer trip (including a Pagan festival in Florida) and didn't carry books with her.  Instead she offered to send me an autographed bookplate to put in my new copy.  Eeep!  So dang cool...   Now I don't think I'll be able to read her without hearing her characteristic voice.

And the second thing to make this such a special night was the way Christian Day--normally a sassy and somewhat aloof type--seemed to fawn over Mickey Mouse!  It was very sweet.  That's when I knew that the magic of the mouse was upon us all.  Just look at this smile---



The way back to the hotel seemed long and chilly compared to the loud and crowded Ball.  However, knowing the next day was all ours, with no schedule or plans, was very exciting!  So much of my thoughts had been wrapped up in that night that I nearly forgot the rest of the weekend! That and getting out of slippery satin and into an overstuffed bed to unpack our goodie bags was all new fun.  Hooray! 


Hotel breakfasts are always wonderful.  I think that if there were only one way to wake up every morning, I'd choose a hotel breakfast.  Ours was well stocked and we ate heartily so that we wouldn't have to stop for lunch.  We hit all the hot spots that day: all the shops along Essex (with special attention to my favorite shops, The Magic Parlor, Hex, Omen, The Barking Cat, Harrison's comics, and Witch City Consignment and a trip through the Psychic Fair) and some new goodies on Pickering Wharf, including a peek in the new Magica , The adorable Wynotts wand shop, and a great little place Arcana, whose very cool owners I met the night before.  The evening was chilly and my feet were sore.  We decided to have dinner at Life Alive for heaping bowls of udon miso and salads.  Warm and fed, we headed back to the hotel again for an unconventional night of cable TV, napping, waking, and delivery pizza. 

Sunday morning was a bummer.  Great breakfast, great weather, but always the shadow of leaving.  *sigh* But we managed to squeeze in one last jaunt into the city for shirts and other goodies to take home for other folks.  One last treat, a dandelion-chicory latte with rice milk and vanilla from Life Alive, and we were off.  I was happy for this last visit even though it set our schedule back.  Though maybe that was a mistake because right about then a lady named Sandy was terrorizing the East Coast, unbeknownst to us, and we were barely ahead of her. We left New York just as they were evacuating cities and the highway was stuffed with the cars of fleeing residents.  

We made it back in time to gather our kids from family and return home.  School had been cancelled for the next day, due to the impending storm, so time was no longer an issue.  But, quite happily, not a single drop of rain entered our house unbidden and not a single bit of damage was done to anything belonging to our loved ones, either.  Blessed be!

Salem this year was as it always is--beautiful, joyful, and surprising.  I would say that I could happily live there, but then, that might take away the pleasure of escaping to that lovely place every time autumn comes and life permits.  It could never be four walls and a roof, it is only ever a door.


Here It Comes to Getcha!

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My trip to Salem is coming closer by the minute.  I can almost hear its footsteps behind me.  How can I possibly feel like sighing in bliss and running in terror at the same time?  To begin with, this is the biggest event of our year (though possibly tying with Yule, a huge deal around here)--the Salem Witches Ball.   I am excited/petrified in a few different ways.  It's interesting to consider them all individually:

  1. I'm thrilled to be attending the Ball for my third year.  It's an amazing event that's always different!
  2. This is my chance to "get away from it all" and do something strictly relaxing with no goals for accomplishment nor productivity.  Ahhhh!
  3. Working nonstop on our costumes (plus normal household stuff and working for my shop--updating listings, helping customers, mailing orders, etc.) has left me rather burnt out.  I need a vacation.
  4. I am a nervous wreck about the costumes.  A happy, terrified, proud wreck.
  5. Everything considered non-essential (like dusting, mopping, and sleep) has taken a back-seat to all immediately important activities.  I don't think I'll fully grasp the level of disarray it has become until after things settle down again.
  6. My to-do list is still dangerously long.  So long, in fact, that if it were a snake, it could easily crush me to death.  My only hope is to slash away at it with a pen.
  7. I am happiest when I'm busy, and I always bite off more than I can chew.  This time is no exception.

As you can see, at the moment I'm one mixed up sonofabitch.  lol  Right now I could use all the well-wishes you can spare.  (I will be sure to update this blog with lots of photos and news from the Witch City as repayment!)

Thinking of you as I pack up the broomstick and head North,

Quill


The Building of a Mountain

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There are many great works we do in the course of a lifetime—education, marriage, parenting, career building, etc.—and many that are just as important even if their time-frame is somewhat smaller.  As a bit of a writer, I feel the same way in beginning a new manuscript that I did at the beginning of any one of the big enterprises of my life.  It’s no wonder so many authors speak of “giving birth” to a book.

So that’s the big projects and the small ones.  But there’s an even greater work that is always at stake, always in process, and yet it can be overlooked as stagnant or inevitable—our very lives.  When something bad comes along, it’s easy to think that it has ruined everything and that all plans for the future have been dashed.  But you don’t abandon a baby incorrectly positioned for birth, you don’t scrap sixth grade because of a harsh teacher, and you won’t turn your back on what could be just because of what is.


That is the essence of magic.  A witch is always looking at what could be, never at what is (unless it is pleasing, at which point s/he should smile and nod approvingly).  There is no work that can be completed without many steps, some of which may, at first, appear to be going in the wrong direction.  It’s not failure to take a step or two extra.  So long as the goal is always clearly sighted, you will never become lost. 

As an example, right now I’m working on a very challenging project.  Sure, it’s not something of immense importance (outside of my home), but doing well means a great deal to me, and that’s the best reason I have ever had to do my very best.  My husband and I are traveling to Salem again this year for the Witches Ball and again I’m making our costumes from scratch.  That’s not the hard part.  The real work comes in where I see how it is possible to make these costumes, but not necessarily whether I have the skills needed for the job.  Yes, I know just how it would be done…if I were watching it on a documentary of costume-making full of time-elapse photography, cut-aways, and a warehouse workspace with teams of experts.  They, and some suitably peppy music to speed things along, would show a smooth, flawless process from start to finish.  But that’s not the reality.  Instead you’ve got me, sitting cross-legged on our living room floor, making wearable sculpture from chicken-wire.  My fingers are bloody, my knees are sore, I’ve got a stomachache from far too much coffee, and I still have hours to go until I can get the kids off to school and take myself to bed.  My next step—plaster wrap.  Having never broken a bone (thank goodness), I had no idea how unwieldy this cast stuff was.  Luckily I covered every available surface with newspaper because soon after starting I had every available surface covered in plaster dust and splatters of plaster water.  Not quite as glamorous as my documentary. 

In short, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.  But I keep doing it because I only have to get this one step right in order for the whole thing to work out.  My great big wire/plaster/papier-mâché conglomeration sits on the living room coffee table now like an odd faceless gargoyle.  As I work, I see my one current step; when it’s done, I stand back and see what it will become.  At every turn, I’m doing something I’ve never done before, working with materials wholly unfamiliar to me, and flying by the seat of my pants.  But I can’t think about that now.  There’s work to be done and it won’t happen unless I get in there and do it—one step at a time. 

Our lives run in a similar way.  Each step is the most important one, and that’s the one that needs the most help we can give it.  Ever since I began as a witch 15 years ago, I’ve called upon magic not as a last resort, but as a first.  I use it to direct my future, set the steps to take, and smooth out the wrinkles along the way.  I know that this is vastly different from much of the current thought in the magical community, but it has kept me always in sight of my goals and because of that has served me well. 

It keeps me going to see the finished product even if it’s currently just as a drawing on paper.  I know it will work out, no matter what it takes, because I have willed it. We create with our wills and our imagination.  This is magical thinking—you make it come to life with the same power you hold inside you to dream, to wish, to believe in something more than tangible reality.  Have your goal firmly set in your mind the whole time and it will slowly take that shape.  Your magic can work to direct the steps you take in meeting that goal at the end.  And meet it you will.
I’m sure this costume will be a bit different from my idea of it—just as one’s vision of marriage or childbirth can easily differ from the reality—but that will not mean it’s imperfect, only that a static image will never be as wonderfully alive and unpredictable as the real thing.  Maybe it will be better than I planned.  Maybe not so grand.  But in either case, it will be everything I could give it.  That is what we owe to ourselves to give in our lives—everything we’ve got.  And that’s not something we give away.  It’s what we carry with us, mold into our personal histories, and use to create the mountain upon which we can someday stand and see distant horizons.



The Joy of Doing Nothing

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Today was my day to do nothing.  I did not get anything productive achieved.  I barely managed to plan for future productivity (though I did decide that some of this laziness should be used on organizing my notes for next month's NaNoWriMo, plus finishing writing a letter from ages ago, plus laundry…so, I guess I got a lot of planning done).  Normally, I would think that all this laying around was an error of the most sinful kind.  But, sometimes even I must concede that laziness is a virtue.
See? I'm even too lazy to provide a picture


I find that there are times when doing nothing is the perfect thing to do.  Not just because it feels good, but because there are actual reasons why being productive would in fact harm a situation or the people in it.  Here are a few examples:

  •  They say that multi-tasking actually leads to one doing each of the tasks worse than if they'd been performed alone.  Think about that next time you're ironing shirts and making waffles at the same time.
  • Stress does not make you more productive.  It may seem like that wired feeling means you're working hard, but it actually means you're about to pop.
  • Overworked bodies express stress through physical symptoms: rashes, headaches, illness, etc. 
  • Overworked minds express stress mentally and emotionally: irritability, depression, forgetfulness, muddled thinking. 
  • When nothing can be done to further a project at this time, anything else you add now is either obsessing or redundancy.  Both are a waste of your energy.
  • Stressing over one area of your life means that you're missing out on others.  Or worse, you may be looking at the other parts of your life as getting in the way of your stressing!
  • Everyone needs time off.  Work hard but when work is done, rest deeply.  This means also taking the time to enjoy accomplishments instead of checking them off a list and moving on.
  • You're not a machine.  Choose to err on the side of humanity.  Relax when you need to, even if doing so will let someone down. 


So, today, I have decided to rest.  I cannot yet work on our costumes and I have chosen to rearrange my schedule for adding new items to the shop.  I have napped deeply and ate heartily.  I have lounged and stretched and talked on Facebook.  I have made up for my selfishness where I can and where I can't will be dealt with another day.  I am an incredibly imperfect human—and I’m okay with that.

Tomorrow I begin anew and we'll all be better for it.

How to Tell if You're Cursed

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For some odd reason, this topic has become almost passe with magical practitioners today.  I personally have been on the receiving end of many snarky comments or disapproving sniffs because I entertain the notion that one's bad luck might be more than just chance.  The way these conversations run, it's as though magic is an obvious reality but black magic?  Now you're just being silly!

But black magic can happen, has happened, and will happen again with increasing ease unless the people who can prevent it actually recognize that it's going on.  Witches are poised to protect all in their care from physical and spiritual dangers.  Why would we be so lax against magical ones?



Simple reasons, really.  I don't know just how it began, but I've noticed the trend of blaming the victim with statements like, "You could only have been cursed if you subconsciously wanted to be.  You invited it!"  and "No one can curse you without your permission."  So now the problem isn't that someone is attacking you and should be made to stop, but that you're a loser who wants to suffer.  Nice.  Or, there's the tack that magic only works in very specific ways:  "Magic only works if you believe in it" and "Curses don't work unless they know about it."  Sorry, but that's way off.  These sound like the words of someone who is hoping that that's the way it works, not someone who knows it.

Magic can be put on anyone, for any reason.  It can be done when they know about it or when they don't.  It can be someone you've known all your life or someone you've just met and don't even know the name of.  It can be for a real reason or a mistaken one.  It can be done on a person who believes in magic or one who doesn't.  Not to brag, but I've pretty much done all of that in my time and it all works.

It works because the only real rule about what makes a spell hit its mark is desire.  It's not about who's right or wrong--the only deciding factor is who wants it more.  If someone casts a spell on you to get you well when you're sick, it's a simple matter because your desire is to get well too.  There's no conflict.  But if a spell is cast on you to get sick and you are actively trying to stay well, now there's conflict.  The winner will be whomever has more desire for their chosen outcome.

That's the reason why it's so easy for curses to land on people who already have a poor outlook on life--they're working toward that same end already.  So there's another good reason to look on the sunny side.


What should I know about curses?


First, know that there are different levels of curses and they can affect a person in different ways.  I mentioned a few posts ago about teaching my daughter about the Evil Eye.  I'm a firm believer because I've seen it in action.  That's the main reason I don't usually tell people before I go away on a trip--any jealousy that is brought up by my bragging can ruin the whole thing.  The Evil Eye is just as easy as that.  Feelings of envy or anger are said to travel through the caster's eyes and into the other person, sometimes without the caster even realizing that he/she is doing it.  The eyes are able to give and to receive this evil, which is why the ancient Egyptians lined their eyes in kohl (the forerunner of our modern eyeliner) for protection. The Evil Eye presents itself as unexplained illnesses, depression, arguments, missing items, things that were in fine condition suddenly breaking or acting strangely (like your car or computer).  Think a "death by a thousand cuts" type of misfortune.

The more extensive curses are the kind that require items from your person, your photograph or image, or pieces of your clothing.  These spells are usually cast by people who really mean it.  It wasn't just a moment of jealousy that made him/her think about how they deserve your boyfriend more than you, but an overwhelming drive to take him away.  These are the mid-grade curses, and they come on rather obviously: specific areas of your life gone all wrong (usually in money or love) with the rest fairly untouched, losing the most important thing in your life.  When everything starts to go wrong, it's usually because you've been so busy trying to regain what you initially lost that you neglected the rest of your responsibilities.

The really big curses are, in fact, quite rare.  Usually any angry person will stop at the first two.  But this is for those particularly nasty people who have done something that the caster feels is unforgivable.  Here are the death curses, the long-term illness and diseases, loss of family, insanity, a ruined life.  These are the curses that are hard, if not impossible, to bounce back from.  They are very specific and wide-ranging.  Usually these spells require a lot more complex arrangement and ceremony and possibly include evocation of spirits or the use of semi-dangerous substances.  Not many people have the ability to do this, or the intense desire needed to pull it off.  That's good news for us all!

This last category, I would say, is the stuff that people worry about way more than they really need to.  Remember, you only need to defend with as much desire as that which is directed at you.  It's pretty darn unlikely that someone out there wishes this strongly to cause harm, but if they might (meaning: if you know you've done some big bad things and ticked off some big bad people), defend big!  Otherwise, keep it rational and moderate.  Stay aware of the possibility but don't run from every shadow.




How can I tell if I've been cursed?


If you've experienced something like what I've listed here, you can assume that someone has done work on you.  But that's not such a terrible thing.  Anyone who puts themselves out in the public eye--in a large or small way--runs that risk.  If you run a group, own a store, lead workshops, have a prominent job, are important in an organization or at work, or even write a blog or get vocal on Facebook, you can end up the target of someone's aggression.  That's the price of being known outside of your living room.  But, really, wouldn't you rather stand out and be honest with yourself than blend in for the sake of perfect safety?

Of course, you'll want to try the normal stuff first--change up your routine a little if you're feeling down or if things aren't going well.  Take care of your health and your relationships.  Don't let a set-back in one area of life override the positives in other areas.  Aim for balance and clarity.  If it's just a bad patch (or the caster wasn't very good!), things will fix themselves.  If not, then it's on to the next step:


What can I do if I think I've been cursed?

Many methods exist for removing curses and turning back evil, but I'll only give you the really simple ones so you can start right away if you think you might need their help.  A good place to start is with an egg.  Get a whole egg (the freshest you can) and take it someplace private.  Remove your clothes and lay the egg gently against your skin.  Rub it in long strokes over your arms, legs, torso, face, head--everywhere.  Make sure the egg touches every inch so the curse has no place to hide.  The egg will absorb all the harm and draw it from your body.  Once you are done, flush it down the toilet whole. 

To clear your house of a curse, use salt.  Sprinkle salt in the corners of each room or try shaking some salt all over the floors and then sweeping it up and out through each door until you get to the front door.  You can even sweep it out into the street so the curse can't be brought back indoors.  Salt in your bath or salt scrubs (as I talk about here) are another way to get this magical mineral to work for you.

Another handy method is to chop an onion into four quarters.  Keep chopping onions this way until you have one quarter for each room of your house.   Place each one in a bowl and pour some vinegar over them.  Then place these bowls in the rooms of your house.  In the bedrooms, they should go under the bed but in other rooms they can be anywhere on the floor that is unobtrusive.  The combination in them will absorb the curse.  This can also be done with whole garlic cloves and is said to turn the onion or garlic a pink color when they take on the evil.  Either way, dispose of them away from your home afterward.

Burn white candles and invoke the help of your deity/deities, patrons, and especially, beloved dead.  Asking for help works particularly well if the one you're asking cares about you deeply.  You might get a better response from that fiercely loyal grandmother your remember from your childhood than a deity you don't often call upon.

Of course, if you feel like you need more potent work done or would like pre-made and pre-charged items to assure your victory over evil, check out my shop for Black Cloud Hex Breaker candles and powder, plus the traditional cleansing and protection powder Cascarilla.  And if you'd like to go really big (or you've got really big enemies) request a personalized spell kit and we'll take 'em down together!

But however you decide to banish the harm against you, do it now.  There is no honor in ignoring a problem, hoping it will go away.

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