Good Old Fashioned Witchcraft (Maggie)

You know how I am. I like to keep things positive, happy, upbeat and not focus on anything negative. But lately, it seems like a lot of people are attacking, and while I'm sure I've attracted this in some way, I also know how to fix it, and I'm about to do so.

I'm not even going to talk about specifics, because that's not where I want to focus. I'll think about good things, like that my guy is upstairs and in a few minutes, I'll be joining him. =)

So, while I'm aware that my vibration must be a little off, to be allowing this stuff in, attracting this stuff to me, I need to get rid of it instantly and powerfully and in a satisfying, fun way, in order to get my attention on fun, positive thoughts even about this particular set of events.

There's a spell that is so perfectly in keeping with my philosophy about positive thinking, it's perfect for this! It takes any negative energy being directed at you, and transmutes the energy into something positive. The more people who are out to get you, or take advantage or whatever, the more energy you get to use! And it takes something that makes you angry and defensive, and turns it (and your entire focus with it) toward something wonderful that you really want.

The Spell is one that was published in one of the Llewellyn Annuals by Dorothy Morrison several years back, and while I don't have a copy on hand, and don't remember everything precisely as she wrote it, I'm pretty good at this stuff too, and we Witchy types are always tweaking these things.

So, from Miss Dorothy as interpreted and recalled by Miss Maggie, here's what you do.

Take a cookie sheet and line it wiith tin foil.
On it, place a black candle, a gray or brown (neutral) candle
And a white candle, centered on the sheet, with the black one furthers away, brown center, white nearest you.

Take a little piece of paper and write something you really, really want on it. Visualize it. Use a picture of it if you can.

Place the paper underneath the white candle.

Now, take some salt, and pour it to draw a line from the black candle to the brown.
Draw another line from the brown candle to the white.
Draw an arrow at the end, pointing to the white candle.
Draw a circle around the white candle, paper and arrow.

Light the black candle, and see all the energy being weilded against you, being absorbed by that black candle.

Then as you light it and watch it burn, focus and SEE that energy moving along the path of salt, and into the brown candle. Trace it's path with your hand and feel the power in your palm, pulsing. Light that middle candle now, and see that energy is just energy. It's the sender who makes it good or bad. The energy is not good or bad. The brown candle is removing the sender from the energy, so that it's just energy again. Not good, not bad. The sender's intent has been removed.

Now, see the purified energy zooming from the brown candle, into the salt highway, and speeding into the white candle. Trace it again with your palm. Light the white candle. See that energy all being contained now within the circle of salt, and directed into that image of the thing you desire on the piece of paper.

You must see it adding to that goal, making it more real, bringing it closer to you!

Now let the candles burn until the go out on their own. If they do, don't relight them. If they burn all the way down, that's fine. Either way is fine. Before the white one burns all the way out, take the piece of paper and light it from the flame. Let it burn to ash within the circle of salt.

When that's done, and the candles have all gone out on their own, gather all the bits of the spell by wrapping them up in the tin foil, and take them off your property. Bury them. Return home. Wash your hands. And it is done.

I don't do as many spells as I used to, but I think it's a good time for this one. And I thought I'd share it with you. It feels to me like it will be cathartic, and instead of worrying me, these things of late will just stop pestering me at all. All their energy will have been sent toward my heart's desires, so they won't have any power left in them to worry me, even a little bit.

I'll let you know how that goes!

Enjoy!

Maggie


Maggie

Lying Liars and the Lies they Lie (Maggie)

I had some pics to post with this one, but Blogger won't upload them for me today. Very odd, it just happens sometimes. I'll try again later, so if you read this with no pics, check back tonight to see if any have been added.

Anyway....here's my blog.

“Don’t worry,” the insurance adjusters told me, when, about 48 hours after the fire, while I was still in shock and grieving over my dogs, they decided it would be a great time to walk me through the rubble of my burned out home asking me what was there, brand, make, model, color, cost, etc. You know, easy stuff like that. And they kept saying, “You don’t have to worry. You’re really well covered. You have full replacement value on everything. Now how old was this sofa?”

Eventually, I thought to ask why they wanted to know how old everything was. And the adjuster said, and I quote, “It doesn’t really matter. You have full replacement value. I just need it for my records.”

Liars lie, you know. They lie a lot and they do it well. And then they wonder why the people they lie to get upset and blow a gasket when they learn the truth.

The truth, in this case, is that every single item I lost is covered. Minus the depreciation. Which is A LOT. I estimate I had about $70,000 worth of wonderful, glorious stuff in my house. Stuff that burned or was ruined by smoke and soot and the firemen’s hoses and boots. The insurance company estimates $37,000 or so, but they have to, are required by law to, are bound by the very rules of life and death to, withhold part of that money. The depreciation. (And I was being sarcastic. They don’t have to. They can, legally, so they will, but they don’t have to.)

On a practical level, what this means to me goes like this. They wrote down 800 bucks for the value of my sofa, but it was a few years old, so they’ll only give me $200. I’m supposed to come up with the other $600 on my own, go buy a sofa, and send them the receipt. Then they’ll pay the difference. Multiply that by everything I owned and you’ve got the general idea. There is a time limit, of course—180 days from the fire. Anything I haven’t bought by then, I’ll never be paid for. So in addition to buying things with money I don’t have, I’m supposed to buy them right away, before I even have a house in which to put them. Not to mention that to replace all I had, would take me months of doing nothing but shopping. And one does need to work.

I yelled and argued and got very angry, but it didn’t help. I phoned the NY State Insurance Commission, and was told this is perfectly legal, though very unfortunate.

So when you’re buying homeowner’s insurance, ask them exactly how replacement value works, because I was flat out lied to about it. Some companies might behave in a more ethical manner, though. I think not all of them do this.

Anyway . . . . it totally blew my positive attitude for the space of about 24 hours. I was going for 21 days straight without being negative or feeling bad about anything, and I made it to day 13 before this set me back. (I started over. I’m on day 2.) =)

Still, I managed to grab hold of myself, and steer my focus back to the positive. Lots of nice things happened this past week. The plumbers and electricians are done for the moment, and the next phase of work can begin soon. So that’s good. Insulation and sheetrock are next I think.

My son in law, Mike, actually came to my house and picked up my malfunctioning riding lawn mower. He took it to his place, fixed it, and brought it back! (And it’s at least a 35 minute drive each way.) And I didn’t even ask. That was really a wonderful, happy, positive thing. Plus Jena came with him so I got to visit with her, and little Sean came both times, and we played with the puppy together.

I had a great session with my critique group and best friends. I love the women in my life!

Oh, another nice thing—Dozer and Glory have decided to be friends. That’s a real plus. He’s growing like a bad weed, though. I can’t get over it.

The weather has been beautiful for a week straight. I’ve been running outside again, which I love. I’ve done a ton of lawn work, and it’s looking very nice around the house, despite the dumpster in the driveway and the plywood over the windows. Oh, and here were are on April 24th, only five days before the release date of LOVER’S BITE, and I haven’t seen it in stores yet. That’s VERY good news. The closer to the release date it actually begins selling, the better for me.

There are lots of very good things. I’m going on a quick, fun, overnight jaunt tonight, to a lodge up on Black Lake. Then next weekend, I head to Altoona, Florida for the biggest Pagan festival I’ve ever attended, where I’m one of the main speakers. How cool is that? So letting that one Very Bad Thing ruin a day that I’ll never get back was a waste of time and energy.

So I’m back. I even feel bad for being mean and rude to the insurance people. Not that they didn’t deserve it, but it’s just not me. I was supposed to meet with the insurance guy today, but I think I’m going to cancel it. I’m still gathering receipts and ammunition for my claim, and I’m intending to get that amount up to where it belongs and argue yet again, that depreciating my stuff is unfair, unethical, unnecessary, and dishonest. Though it is legal. I’d rather write and exercise and pack and go on my overnight trip without that meeting interfering with my day. Dozer’s going with us, so it’ll be twice the fun.

This is a really excellent example, though, of how one very bad thing can distract you from a dozen very good ones. It’s all where you focus. This mini-vacation should be exactly what I need to put the nastiness completely out of my mind.

I’ll report back, and I intend to have some photos of the lake for next week.

Maggie