I woke up expecting a barrage of news reports about some new catastrophe involving the orange Mussolini. Instead, there was peace. It was eerily quiet.
Let’s rewind to yesterday afternoon. I had been seeing videos of white nationalists marching on Washington, and knew there was also a group of veterans in the same place. With all of the astrological forecasts of “dramatic revolutionary shifts (!!!)”, I was a little on edge. The anxiety was bleeding into my day.
I asked myself, “What do you have control over?” Obviously, myself (sometimes), and I am also responsible for the wellbeing of anyone in my household or family (to a degree, you know what I mean!). What can I do ? Looking for a solution that would calm my nerves, I went to my altar to look through my books.
I found prayers for protection. I knew the easiest ritual would be a candle ritual. I tidied up my altar space and gathered everything I would need. Incense, black candle, lighter, relevant stones, appropriate essential oils for my diffuser. I rang my bell and began a cleansing, first, by lighting an incense stick, and running it around my space, and all of the items for the ritual. After that, we put lavender and clary sage oils in the diffuser.
As the plume of vapor started, I opened the ritual and asked for protection for myself, my family and friends, and all of the good people of the world. I asked for a shield from the evils of fascism, and any violence they might attempt to perpetuate against innocent people. One of the last things I said was, “Death to fascism!”
I left the black candle burning, on top of a gold skull, which was on a small plate, in the middle of my altar. I can back periodically to make sure it was safe. At one point, I realized I had not checked it in an hour, so I came back into the living room. I expected to see the flame going strong.
Instead, I was met with no candle at all! Not only no candle, but no wax, and no soot. I sat down and thought I must be going mad. I had done the ritual, right? I checked on the candle a few times and it was lit and brightly glowing. I looked around my space, nothing. I ask Rick. He was in the room. He must have noticed that there was a candle burning. Did he blow it out because I had left the room?
No. I have drilled it into his head to never ever touch anything on my altar without asking me. This came after he moved or touched something that was part of a ritual, or had a specific placement for a reason. Since those conversations, I have not seen him anywhere near the altar.
The candle must have evaporated! I have never in all of my years of practice have never seen this, ever. I consulted Google for relevant articles. Most say that the candle evaporating means that the prayers were heard and accepted. A couple say that the negativity is ** so strong in your space that your prayers are outright rejected**. I did a cleansing beforehand, and regardless of any frustrations I am feeling, I am not in a constant state of negative thinking.
Still, I went to bed, worried about what I was going to wake up to. It was hard to fall asleep with the constant onslaught of firework explosions outside our apartment. I somehow managed to meditate myself to sleep. I woke up at 5, hit my vape once and went back to sleep until 7:30.
I braced myself before popping onto social media to play catch up. I was met with accounts of thunderstorms, 5th of July fireworks, and the off the rails speech by the chief Nazi in charge. News that there had been nefarious plots by bad bad people to cause chaos and violence, but that didn’t happen for one reason or another.
Praise be. Answered prayers.
I am going to rustle up some grub. Sausage and scrambled eggs sounds really good right now. We have free movie tickets, and Rick really wants me to see Supergirl, so we’re going later this afternoon.
How did everyone’s 4th go?
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