I spend a fair amount of time at Metaphysical fairs and shops. My step-father was Cherokee and those are the best places to buy stones, herbs, and the miscellany things that remind me of my childhood.
I meet the most interesting people at those venues. Several months ago, I met a woman selling a substance that she said could bring my true love to me for only ten bucks. I was intrigued to say the least.
They say that women marry their fathers. I did. My husband has a Pagan - Wiccan belief system. At this point in our relationship, things were bad. After sixteen years, we were estranged and had separate bedrooms on different floors in the house. In my mind, things could only get better.
I meet the most interesting people at those venues. Several months ago, I met a woman selling a substance that she said could bring my true love to me for only ten bucks. I was intrigued to say the least.
They say that women marry their fathers. I did. My husband has a Pagan - Wiccan belief system. At this point in our relationship, things were bad. After sixteen years, we were estranged and had separate bedrooms on different floors in the house. In my mind, things could only get better.
I really thought that I had nothing to lose by buying the tiny package. I never thought it possible that my spouse was not my true love. Besides, I figured that I'd get my $10.00 worth if I told him it would bring us closer and I could get my home office back. I couldn't possibly lose, I thought, because his religious beliefs would cause the placebo effect to kick in.
A true love spell should work simply because he was conditioned to believe that it would. Right?
I had to try.
Upon arriving home, I gingerly removed the ribbon from the red velvet bag to find a vial of sand and carefully written instructions. I was to purchase a plain pink votive candle and sprinkle a bit of sand on it every night for seven nights and let the candle burn for seven minutes. On the final night, I was to let it burn completely out.
It further stated that my dreams would reveal my true love and he would visit me within a full moon cycle. Oh yes, clues as to the man's identity would show up in the remnants of the candle.
Cool...Whatever...Okay...
I didn't take her very seriously as I had my own agenda.
I made a big deal out of the spell kit at home. For a few months, I paraded the candle around my spouse. I told him that it was a lust spell that would make him as busy as he was in his early twenties. Oooh, la...la... I promised him the moon. I promised him the stars. I would've promised him anything he wanted at that point.
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All right, that is not the whole truth. I'll admit to being a real brat, too. My spouse was informed that the spell invoked a Goddess that would make me feel compelled to grant his deepest desires should he trim the rose bushes in her honor and recycle his soda cans as not to ruin the Earth Mother's domain.
Oh, the wondrous power of suggestion...
can backfire if you abuse it.
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To make it seem like a bigger deal, I decided to begin to burn the candle down on a Pagan holiday. I chose June 21, the Summer Solstice.
Well, my experiment didn't go very well. A hailstorm hacked he rose bushes to bits. The recycling is still my responsibility. We still have our rooms. We're still troubled and lonely.
Only this time, things are more confusing than ever. Within a period of six weeks, things got weirder and every time I turned around I discovered something new and disturbing about my relationship. I can't talk to anyone about it, because frankly, I still don't understand what is going on. Oh, well....sometimes, it's best not to know.
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A little mystery can be a good thing, maybe...somehow...hmmm...
On the bright side, I have this very interesting candle remnant that burned in the shape of a pink heart. Burned inside the heart, is he word "OM".
(No, I didn't alter the photo to sharpen the image...I'm not very good with Photoshop).
OM...that must be my true love.
The good girl side of my psyche, the one that got me through a religious college, thinks that it is a message from God reminding me to love all of creation: I should appreciate everything ever created and love every soul that I meet. Everything and everyone is connected in a harmonious universal oneness.
Get those tuning forks out....in A everybody........
OMMMMMMMMMMMM
The bad girl side of my psyche, thinks that "OM" must be the nickname of my true love.
I can just hear myself saying things in a child-like tattle-tale voice, like...
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"OMMM, you're going to get in trouble if you leave that company party early just to play doctor with me!"
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Hey, an old lady can fantasize can't she....?
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One things is for certain, the Universe never fails to amuse me.
God must have a wicked sense of humor.
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P.S. I'm going to keep that candle in my office to remind me to love everyone...if anyone wants to take a gander at it, let me know. I'll show you.
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Edit 10/5/08 - Oh, crap... Maybe there is something to this love spell business. Maybe it really does work. I've been reflecting upon the spooky coincidences that have occurred in my life since late June.
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I guess it's time to go to church, now, and repent before my soul ends up on fire. Darn it...perhaps my nickname should be OMMMM....as in....OMMMM, you shouldn't cast spells that you don't understand. Or maybe, just maybe, the Good Lord shot me a warning about messing with his divine plan!
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OMMMM S!
Live and Learn!
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