Today I did a quick cleansing and Warding.

At my parents’ place.  My sister had felt something lurking, as did her partner, and the stray cats that have taken shelter in the garage were refusing to go into part of it.  So she and I did a quick and dirty cleansing and warding.  It’s a short, simple ceremony I’ve perfected over the years, which has a longer, more involved counterpart that’s better done in warmer weather.

For today’s ceremony, I had her circle the house in sea salt, going widdershins, of course,  and leaving the front door unsealed.  We then lit a white candle annointed with sandalwood, a black candle annointed with frankincense, and a stick of amber incense on each floor, since this was really just a reinforcing.  And also in the garage where the presence was strongest.

We started at the top floor, lit the incense, then the white candle, and then the black.  I had her help me visualize the flame from the white candle purifying the floor we were on, sweeping all negativity and bad energy down the stairs and out the front door.  Then to imagine the flame from the black candle chasing the white, to protect and seal the house from malign influences.  We repeated this on the first floor, and also in the garage itself where the presence was strongest.

After pushing all the negativity and malign influences out, we sealed the front door with sea salt and a bay leaf.

For candles, I find that party stores now sell birthday cake candles in black as well as white.  This is a boon.  Often times, the spell work I do requires you let the candle burn itself out, but sometimes that takes forever, and you don’t want to leave lit candles unattended.  Birthday cake candles burn quickly and leave relatively little wax behind.  I love them.

Of course, I’ve got nicer beeswax candles on hand for things that need to take more time, or if it’s the first time I’m purifying and warding someplace.

I’ll record the longer, initial purification and warding ceremony later.  Right now I’m kind of tuckered out.

For the record, I tend to follow up successful rituals (we know it was successful, because before we left, my sibling went down to check on the last of the candles, and one of the strays had been nosing around the space they’d refused to go all last week) by going to a favorite metaphysical bookstore that also has a coffee bar inside.  Mmmm, hemp milk mochas.

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Sometimes the Universe gives you a prod.

So, after starting this blog, and doing my reading of the last few nights, I got a call from a family member.  She said there’s been a presence around the house, and wants me to come on over and see what I can do about it.  Or to at least assess.

Sometimes the universe gives you a push in the right direction, or pats you on the head for getting there yourself.  Or if not exactly a pat on the head, at least an indication that you’re on the right track.

Sometimes I think it’s all crap.  Then sometimes things like this happen in conjunction with each other, and it makes more sense than believing in nothing, or nothing but the science we can understand right now.

I really do think the insistence on not believing is just as detrimental as believing too blindly.

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History of a Cynical Pagan

I can’t claim an unbroken line of witches in my family.  I do have a part of my family rife with stories of precognitive dreams, and a great aunt who used to tell fortunes with playing cards before she became pentecostal and decided all such things were of the devil.  That side of the family also has an unfortunate tendency to bottle things up and stifle emotions.

I’ve always been what my parents called a “sensitive” child.  I would react to moods before seeing the people in a room. My parents bought their first house as an estate sale.  The women for whom the house had been built by her husband, had died, and her kids sold it full of her belongings.  I used to sit up in bed as a small child, and talk to her.  There are other ghost stories about that house, but I’ll get to them later.

As I got older, I experienced more premonitions and more instances where I would take instant dislikes to people and places.  This culminated in a house my parents nearly bought when I was in my early twenties that sent me crying to my car, and afraid of being alone for the next two days.

Since learning to shield, very few things get in that I don’t want in.  I’ve spoken to my husband’s dead grandmother, I’ve shown comfort and exodus to trapped spirits.  I’ve had curious beings/spirits drop in for visits, some good, some bad, some malevolent.

As a teenager, I discovered paganism as an answer to my dissatisfaction with the lax christianity of my upbringing.  Christianity never felt like home the way paganism did.  I’ve done a lot of reading and studying since then.  I also don’t have a lot of patience for other pagans who try to put on airs.  I have been known to go off at other pagans for putting down the young ones, or those new to the Craft.  I’m sure you’ll hear all about that later, too.

I’ve sort of lapsed in my practice, but lately I’ve begun reading some of the books that first inspired me in my paganism and been recapturing some of the early things I felt when I first found paganism.

For now, let’s just say that I’m grateful for the relative anonymity of this outlet, and the chance to write things that might be of use to others in time.  I don’t talk a lot about spirituality to other people in real life, unless invited.  But talking about it does help me navigate my own thought processes, and so… this blog.

I hope some of what I went and go through is helpful or meaningful to other people.  But, in all honesty, this blog is for me to work through some of my issues with spirituality and practice.

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