Cheesburgers in Paradise, Fritatas in the Underworld…

Cheesburgers in Paradise, Fritatas in the Underworld…

Today was a good day…

My home is clean and smudged, just in case our new People of Walmart neighbors drop by. Fatima’s hands are in the windows, and I’ve salted the sills. When I’m futzing around with my witchy supplies, it seems the answer usually makes itself cinematically clear. I’m continually improving my knowledge of herb lore, something I never had much of an interest in.

In memorium of a friend who took his life, my husband was asked to light a candle. Depression, mental illness, and debilitating pain led this man into a dark place, where he felt very unworthy of love and unable to go on. I didn’t know him well, but Spirit pounced on my heart chakra like a bat out of Hades underpants. I starting weeping, because I had a sort of emotional imprint of the sadness and pain he felt. My solar-plexus began getting wobbly, and I could feel his spirit hovering, not understanding that he no longer needed to be attached to his physical body. He’s confused, scared, and still trying to exist in those currents that run so deep and painful that his spirit can’t depart. Lighting candles was a great idea, but… I mean… I knew there was probably something I could do.

I’ve never had a situation like this. I’m not really connected to him in life, so there wasn’t a lot of emotional muck getting in the way of what I had to do. I asked Hecate to guide me, to help me to see what needed to be done.

On an aside, a huge theme in my life path is Work. Well… broomstick don’t fail me now, me hearties!

I prepared a small ritual, using what I had on hand. I keep a little magickal apothecary in my kitchen with the stuff I use regularly. The plants themselves have a certain spirit to them, so it’s not just symbolic. Barely for purification (who needs Holy Water? Barley does it!), Osha root to protect him from unhelpful spirits, and chamomile and St. John’s Wort flowers to inspire a release from depression. We lit a candle for him, and provided coins for boat fare… Gas, grass, or ass, Charon doesn’t let any one ride for free.

I went Under, and visualized the candles lit for him… He had a lot of friends and people who loved him, so candles were blazing today. Man, the tears were coming… I told him that his path was lit by those who loved him, that he was worthy of divine love, and when he was ready to depart, he’d have a chance to rest. I showed him the coins, and I asked Hecate to watch over him on his journey. I told him about the Underworld, or at least what I know of it.

I wished him a safe journey, whenever he was ready. The boat makes a lot of trips across the river Styx, if you know what I mean, and I think you do… Charon probably gets a diferential for working so many shifts.

I also did a really good reading for my sister, where we only broke into song twice.

We also had some awesome pulled pork for dinner, that I made! Me! The recreational vegan! WHAT?!!?!?

Oh Hecate, you’ve got me gardening, cooking, and guiding departed souls into the Underworld… On my day off, no less!

For all of it, I’m glad I could do something. I perceived the need, and I knew I could help. These strange imprints and psychic snapshots aren’t as jarring to me as they used to be. I wanted this, didn’t I? I feel good though. Physically well, and spiritually sound.

Maybe all of the shake-up with the dead people in my life was leading up to this… I was offered a chance to do The Work in a real and sustaining way.

It feels right. My teacher suggested eggs, onion, and garlic as proper offerings to Hecate. I hope she doesn’t want me to make her a fritata… I’ve got the slowcooker conquered, but I’m still afraid of the stove!


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