last night ...
Hopefully I can get this entry done in the next 8 minutes 43 seconds. That's the length of the song I'm listening to -- which is one of the reasons why it always seemed to odd to me to list ONE song in your music-I'm-listening-to-whilst-writing-this-entry box.
Anyway. We got rid of the old roommate last night. He moved out on Friday last, but his energy remained. Originally, I had in mind a rather peaceful leaving & banishing in mind -- oh but no. That's not the way it happened. His residual energy fought back. It turned out to be rather ... violent? Not sure that's the right word, but it seems to fit.
Saturday we'd gone to a local witchy shop (Natural Magic) and gotten some items to help us get rid of his energy. I chose three black votive candles -- to absorb negativity, and one taller white candle in glass, for purification. I also chose some Dragon's Blood incense; it felt right to do so. Yesterday I envisioned how I wanted to set this up, and what I wanted to happen; last night I went in there to set it up, with the intent of starting it in the morning, and letting it run peacefully throughout the rest of the day.
Plans changed when I found Tarot cards lying about the room. Four in all, from several different decks: the World, Queen is Swords, 4 of Pentacles, and finally 9 of cups. It's been a while since I've done Tarot, so interpretations are welcome. This, plus the stray pictures of Roommate #2, plus the papers with his own writing on them pretty much necessitated that Something Must Be Done Like Now.
My little candle-burning ritual quickly turned into a well-contained fire -- and that into a genuine smoke-producing, heat-radiating, eyebrow-scorching conflagration.
rhianwyn and I fought those energy critters hard, and they fought back. We won, but not before I had to use the fire extinguisher, and not before the fire alarm went off. After the room was breathable again, we followed it all up with some chanting and finally laughing.
That room was so filled with negative energy. I'm not even sure Roommate #2 knows how bad it was. He lives terribly, and always in the middle of a vicious circle, contributing to his various illnesses and causing him to perpetuate his lifestyle choice of not making his own way, but rather always mooching off the goodwill of others.
We bear him no ill-will. We're not that kind of people. Rather, all we can do is pity him, and hope that someone else has more intestinal fortitude than us -- so that some day, some when, he learns what he needs to learn in order to make himself a better person. Goddess knows we tried to do so, and it just didn't take.
Thanks go to
rhianwyn -- I couldn't have done that work without her.
Anyway. We got rid of the old roommate last night. He moved out on Friday last, but his energy remained. Originally, I had in mind a rather peaceful leaving & banishing in mind -- oh but no. That's not the way it happened. His residual energy fought back. It turned out to be rather ... violent? Not sure that's the right word, but it seems to fit.
Saturday we'd gone to a local witchy shop (Natural Magic) and gotten some items to help us get rid of his energy. I chose three black votive candles -- to absorb negativity, and one taller white candle in glass, for purification. I also chose some Dragon's Blood incense; it felt right to do so. Yesterday I envisioned how I wanted to set this up, and what I wanted to happen; last night I went in there to set it up, with the intent of starting it in the morning, and letting it run peacefully throughout the rest of the day.
Plans changed when I found Tarot cards lying about the room. Four in all, from several different decks: the World, Queen is Swords, 4 of Pentacles, and finally 9 of cups. It's been a while since I've done Tarot, so interpretations are welcome. This, plus the stray pictures of Roommate #2, plus the papers with his own writing on them pretty much necessitated that Something Must Be Done Like Now.
My little candle-burning ritual quickly turned into a well-contained fire -- and that into a genuine smoke-producing, heat-radiating, eyebrow-scorching conflagration.
rhianwyn and I fought those energy critters hard, and they fought back. We won, but not before I had to use the fire extinguisher, and not before the fire alarm went off. After the room was breathable again, we followed it all up with some chanting and finally laughing.
That room was so filled with negative energy. I'm not even sure Roommate #2 knows how bad it was. He lives terribly, and always in the middle of a vicious circle, contributing to his various illnesses and causing him to perpetuate his lifestyle choice of not making his own way, but rather always mooching off the goodwill of others.
We bear him no ill-will. We're not that kind of people. Rather, all we can do is pity him, and hope that someone else has more intestinal fortitude than us -- so that some day, some when, he learns what he needs to learn in order to make himself a better person. Goddess knows we tried to do so, and it just didn't take.
Thanks go to
rhianwyn -- I couldn't have done that work without her.