It Never Ceases to Amaze Me
You know ... I have been involved with magical stuff for many years. Long, long before calling myself a Pagan I grew up in a church where we laid hands upon the sick and hurting and as a Unitarian Universalist we were often called to "hold" people metaphysically when they needed help. Though neither of those churches would call that magic, in many ways, I believe it was. At the very least it is energy sharing.
So here's the deal. A friend of mine and of the Grove's, husband's friend's daughter went missing several days ago. I did not know, and still do not know, the details. The story I heard is that she went to take the trash out and never returned inside. She is 15 and I understand the relationship with her parents (unexpectedly, again, she is 15) has not been smooth lately. No one really knew if she was abducted or had ran off. No one knew if she had ran away if it was to a friends, a boy, or someone older who had managed to convince her to leave. We just didn't know.
Today after our rite, those who wished, circled around and passed a picture of this young woman around. Missy called to Demeter, who (ironically) we were celebrating her own return of her daughter, to look for her and keep her safe and Hecate to light the way home for her. We then toned our energies out to this girl, Desiree is her name.
I was pretty beat when I got home and so went to bed at around 11 ish. But me being me, my brain would have none of that sleeping through the night non-sense and I got up a couple hours ago. I was just looking through Facebook and saw the message. Desiree has been found.
I am still amazed, every time. Amazed at how well and effective that magical workings and honest and true intent ... works! I know I felt something stir during that working. I know that I felt a connection to her and her family. But we all know magic doesn't work all the time. The shape of the universe can only be bent to a certain degree. One is not going to cure clinical depression, for instance, or a broken bone with magic. In this case I truly hope what we offered Desiree and her family was enough to turn the corner. Perhaps enough for her to make that phone call or what have you to assure she returned home safely. I am not claiming credit because there was a whole mass of people out there prayer, working, searching, and caring for her safe return. But I am glad we could be part of it and honored that when asked we chose to step and offer what we could.
Welcome home Desiree, the candle on my altar is still burning for you. May you find peace and healing as you need it.
So here's the deal. A friend of mine and of the Grove's, husband's friend's daughter went missing several days ago. I did not know, and still do not know, the details. The story I heard is that she went to take the trash out and never returned inside. She is 15 and I understand the relationship with her parents (unexpectedly, again, she is 15) has not been smooth lately. No one really knew if she was abducted or had ran off. No one knew if she had ran away if it was to a friends, a boy, or someone older who had managed to convince her to leave. We just didn't know.
Today after our rite, those who wished, circled around and passed a picture of this young woman around. Missy called to Demeter, who (ironically) we were celebrating her own return of her daughter, to look for her and keep her safe and Hecate to light the way home for her. We then toned our energies out to this girl, Desiree is her name.
I was pretty beat when I got home and so went to bed at around 11 ish. But me being me, my brain would have none of that sleeping through the night non-sense and I got up a couple hours ago. I was just looking through Facebook and saw the message. Desiree has been found.
I am still amazed, every time. Amazed at how well and effective that magical workings and honest and true intent ... works! I know I felt something stir during that working. I know that I felt a connection to her and her family. But we all know magic doesn't work all the time. The shape of the universe can only be bent to a certain degree. One is not going to cure clinical depression, for instance, or a broken bone with magic. In this case I truly hope what we offered Desiree and her family was enough to turn the corner. Perhaps enough for her to make that phone call or what have you to assure she returned home safely. I am not claiming credit because there was a whole mass of people out there prayer, working, searching, and caring for her safe return. But I am glad we could be part of it and honored that when asked we chose to step and offer what we could.
Welcome home Desiree, the candle on my altar is still burning for you. May you find peace and healing as you need it.