The power of suggestion.
My co-worker has been having off-and-on problems with her ex-husband. Something horrible happened on Monday, and she was very quiet and angry at work. Sometimes she was crying. But mostly angry. And by angry, I mean the kind of rage that makes you want to stab somebody, run them over with your car, and want to shoot them in the head kind of angry.
She's Wiccan. We have a lot of spiritual conversations, lots of "this candle is best for this", "this incence is best for that", "this gemstone can do this", "this plant can do that" kind of conversations. She knows I practice Kemetism. We've talked about it.
After lunch, she asked me about Seth. Seth, as in my patron God, the Egyptian God of Chaos. She then asked me what kind of Chaos. I said "revenge" faster than I could think. And then my eyes lit up and I said no no no, and told her that she KNEW that if she tried that, it would come back to her three times as bad. She began crying, and said that she didn't care, that she knew that her matron and patron Gods wouldn't comply, so she was wondering if she could pray to another God.
At the end of the day she went to warm her car up before clocking out. As she was walking back inside the building, I was walking out. She cried some more. I hugged her. We talked about how the Gods know not to break her, and she might think that she's on the verge of breaking, but she's stronger than she thinks.
What happened was that her husband was cheating on her, and walked out on her without even a warning or a goodbye. And then, when he realized that the grass really wasn't greener on the other side, he tried coming back to her. By then, the damage was already done. He cheated on her once, he'll do it again. She was devastated, but cast a spell to make herself forget about him. And it worked, until she saw him, again. He seemed to have shattered her spell, so she had to cast another one. I even gave her a few of my stones to help. Then she saw him again. Each time he shatters her spell, the hurt returns to her twice as powerful, but so does anger. She had seen him that morning. Randomly. A random crossing at the store or something.
She then explained how angry she was. And it scared me. I kept telling her to calm down, and that things were going to start looking up, now. Once her anger bubbled over, she began crying again, and walked off to the time clock.
I watched her until she turned the corner, then i turned around and walked outside. Once outside, I said a silent prayer. "Please, Seth. I never ask you for anything, but please... Please don't do as she asks you to..." I then walked to my car.
Her car was next to mine. I stopped in front of it, and got this idea. I felt naughty. I turned around to make sure nobody was watching, then touched the hood of her car for a good 15 seconds. I then let go, and got inside my car. I waited for her to get inside her car before driving off. And that was the end of that.
Yesterday, I just so happened to glance up at my statue of Seth. "Wow... He looks really angry, today..." I thought to myself. I did whatever I had to do, then looked back up at Seth. "No... Not angry. He looks... displeased." And then the next thought to cross my mind was wondering what my co-worker had done.
At work, she wasn't sad or angry. She was silently numb. She was talking to another of my co-workers when i walked up to them.
"And you!" she said, spinning around, pointing a menacing finger at me. "You little meddler!"
I blinked in surprise.
"I know you did something last night!"
I went beet red in the face. My other co-worker asked why I was beet red, and I said because I DID do something last night. Guilty as charged. She said that by the time she got home, she was as calm as could be, and she knows that it was my doing.
I explained to her that all I did was touch her car. And, y'know. Poured energy into it. But that's all I did. She smirked. I then told her that Seth was displeased, and I wondered what she had possibly done, but the moment she called me a meddler, it popped into my mind that maybe he was displeased with ME.
"See? You shouldn't have meddled!" she said, getting back to work. "... But I'm glad that you did."
Today, Seth looks as he always does: Like a God.
Raine
P.S: I had a dream of trying to mow down ragweed taller than me, and deliciously looking poisonous grapes.
She's Wiccan. We have a lot of spiritual conversations, lots of "this candle is best for this", "this incence is best for that", "this gemstone can do this", "this plant can do that" kind of conversations. She knows I practice Kemetism. We've talked about it.
After lunch, she asked me about Seth. Seth, as in my patron God, the Egyptian God of Chaos. She then asked me what kind of Chaos. I said "revenge" faster than I could think. And then my eyes lit up and I said no no no, and told her that she KNEW that if she tried that, it would come back to her three times as bad. She began crying, and said that she didn't care, that she knew that her matron and patron Gods wouldn't comply, so she was wondering if she could pray to another God.
At the end of the day she went to warm her car up before clocking out. As she was walking back inside the building, I was walking out. She cried some more. I hugged her. We talked about how the Gods know not to break her, and she might think that she's on the verge of breaking, but she's stronger than she thinks.
What happened was that her husband was cheating on her, and walked out on her without even a warning or a goodbye. And then, when he realized that the grass really wasn't greener on the other side, he tried coming back to her. By then, the damage was already done. He cheated on her once, he'll do it again. She was devastated, but cast a spell to make herself forget about him. And it worked, until she saw him, again. He seemed to have shattered her spell, so she had to cast another one. I even gave her a few of my stones to help. Then she saw him again. Each time he shatters her spell, the hurt returns to her twice as powerful, but so does anger. She had seen him that morning. Randomly. A random crossing at the store or something.
She then explained how angry she was. And it scared me. I kept telling her to calm down, and that things were going to start looking up, now. Once her anger bubbled over, she began crying again, and walked off to the time clock.
I watched her until she turned the corner, then i turned around and walked outside. Once outside, I said a silent prayer. "Please, Seth. I never ask you for anything, but please... Please don't do as she asks you to..." I then walked to my car.
Her car was next to mine. I stopped in front of it, and got this idea. I felt naughty. I turned around to make sure nobody was watching, then touched the hood of her car for a good 15 seconds. I then let go, and got inside my car. I waited for her to get inside her car before driving off. And that was the end of that.
Yesterday, I just so happened to glance up at my statue of Seth. "Wow... He looks really angry, today..." I thought to myself. I did whatever I had to do, then looked back up at Seth. "No... Not angry. He looks... displeased." And then the next thought to cross my mind was wondering what my co-worker had done.
At work, she wasn't sad or angry. She was silently numb. She was talking to another of my co-workers when i walked up to them.
"And you!" she said, spinning around, pointing a menacing finger at me. "You little meddler!"
I blinked in surprise.
"I know you did something last night!"
I went beet red in the face. My other co-worker asked why I was beet red, and I said because I DID do something last night. Guilty as charged. She said that by the time she got home, she was as calm as could be, and she knows that it was my doing.
I explained to her that all I did was touch her car. And, y'know. Poured energy into it. But that's all I did. She smirked. I then told her that Seth was displeased, and I wondered what she had possibly done, but the moment she called me a meddler, it popped into my mind that maybe he was displeased with ME.
"See? You shouldn't have meddled!" she said, getting back to work. "... But I'm glad that you did."
Today, Seth looks as he always does: Like a God.
Raine
P.S: I had a dream of trying to mow down ragweed taller than me, and deliciously looking poisonous grapes.