Pegged

I feel a little pegged now....just a little...

My Shaman gives me jewelry. 

Antique dealers give me jewelry. 

Witches give me jewelry. 

A woman called and told me she had another piece from a spooky estate she's dealing with.    Everything I've received from her has been fun.  She promised to send  me a ring that allegedly makes any woman who owns it pregnant.  I'm old.  I'm celibate.  It's a good fit over here....it can't destroy me. 

It'll keep me good.

It'll give me an excuse to stay away from men. 

There is this really adorable guy who looks at me a little too long.  I don't know if I should reveal how he got me to agree to go on a date. 

It wasn't supposed to be a date. 

It was meant to be a short meeting to share tea and discuss politics. 

My friends said he was agoraphobic and was afraid of leaving the house. 

When he said he'd be willing to leave the house, I thought I was doing our mutual friends a favor.  Isn't it nice to reinforce and support someone taking a big step in his life? 

Upon arriving, I quickly realized it was supposed to be a dinner date. 

Siegfred doesn't date. 

Even if I weren't living in a house with my ex, even if I we knew how to end this freakin' nightmare, even if I were living alone....

I wouldn't date. 

I've never done that. 

Men will argue with me on that.  Those weren't dates.  Those were....uh...movies, dinners, cups of coffee, hiking fun, and other stuff. 


I always tried to pay my way.  I've learned to be quite devious when the check comes.  Only one guy knows how to outsmart me, though.  He gives me puppy eyes, so I'll let him take the check.

All the other guys seem confused when the check goes missing. 

That is beside the point.  Friends hang out.  People who want to screw date. 

People who admit to wanting to screw date. 

I won't do that. 

I'm in a position of playing a prude. 

So, I played along and sent him home. 

Now, the universe is making this man a little bit familiar.  He just about everywhere I go. 

He's cute.  He's a libertarian, writer, musician, and activist.  It's like looking into a mirror. 

But.....I'm too old, too ugly, too confused and too legally married.   

Now, he is doing a lot of writing about Satan, satanism and Anton LaVey.  

Here is the deal.  Even if I were pagan or Wiccan or a witch, I would not believe in Satan.  Satan is a Christian concept.  He is a cartoon composite of various pagan Gods.   Besides, everyone knows that LaVey was just mocking the Christian faith when he created the Church of Satan. 

That is, not to say, that people do not worship the archetype of Satan...they do.  They just don't see Satan the same way that people of the Christian faith do.

A lady would never say that to a gentleman's face. 

I had a Satanist roommate.  He's a Christian now who is running around trying to reverse all those love spells he cast against me in the mid-eighties.  I hated it.  Every time he cast a love spell, my high school sweetheart would show up and I'd dream about the man I ended up marrying. 

Now, I'm dreaming of my old flame while my ex keeps popping up. 

In fact, the day I started missing my high school flame in '05, Anton the Satanist approached me at a superstore and waved his hands in my face.  I hasn't seen him in over twenty years.  He didn't say a word to me.  He approached me, waved his hands in my face, smiled and watched me back away slowly. 

Oh, that's weird. 

I wonder..... do I need to get my friends to reverse a series of spells? 

His mother was pagan and she named her son Anton.  His father, on the other hand, found Christianity and left his mother.  I was ultra religious and his father begged me to marry his son. 

I couldn't do that.  I was in love with another man.

When Anton found Christianity, he changed his name to a Biblical one.  His name is now Sampson.
Sampson is an interesting guy.  He still keeps in touch with my sister.  He lives near me.  He sent me a letter wanting to move into our home about ten years ago but I was going through my marital tribulations and couldn't allow him in our basement apartment. 

That would really have gotten tongues to wag, wouldn't it? 
I think he's upset about that.  He and my sister are not very happy with me at the moment. 

When the time is right, we'll get to talk. 

He used to believe in reincarnation - the next lifetime, perhaps?  If not, we can let Jesus explain the concept of forgiveness to him up at the pearly gates. 

I wonder when he'll see the threads between Paganism and Christianity.  That was a tough pill for me to swallow.  Every religion mirrors the same path.  They have the same archetypes.  We have a father, a mother, a savior, and a guy in charge of darkness. 

It is interesting when you realize that those people who worship, despite what they call themselves,  all recognize the same god(s). 

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Oh, double crap. 


I've got to find a couple trying to have a kid. 

I can't let that ring from the estate in the house. 

I've got a teenage girl living here. 


Any takers? 

It's a size 8. 

It's vintage. 

It's cheaper than IVF! 

I'd better see what comes with it first.  Sometimes she sends me stuff with entities attached...

We'll see. 

Love,

S.

Update:  I got the ring and, sadly, it's nothing special.   I'm going to try doing all those things I do to charge it and expose its potential power but, in all honestly, it appears to be nothing but a very nice, vintage silver turqoise ring. 

At least free and fun jewelry is a perk of my hobby. 

Cheers!