Tara's Journal
I went to the local magic sop today. I had burned all my sage, and spritzed the room with holy water yet I could not clean the room of its negative energies. I hate dorm rooms for that reason. Years and years, overly hormonal teens come and live here. For many its there first time away from home. They experience love, sex, drugs, and school work more stressful than many have experienced in the past. They take there stuff but leave behind a hodgepodge of bad mojo. Negative energies that can draining to a person who, like me, is on the empathic side. I know I ned to practice my shields, to keep out the bad energies.
Yet to do that I needed some supplies, I walked to the store and after about 20 minutes of light conversation with the Owner i finally told him what my problems were. He told me that along with my sage that lavender would be good as well. Its relaxing and that would help me build a more effective shield. Than he gave me a small tumbled stone. Red tourmaline, he said that this stone will be the best for my protection spells. I was drawn to the color the second he showed it to me. It was almost the color of blood, deep red with a bit of purple.
When I came back to my room I did everything I was supposed to. I burned the sage and meditated while staring into the stone. It was going well when the stone shattered. It freaked me out and I knew I had to leave my room. I do not understand this, but I know one thing, the bad mojo in this room is caused by more than just college angst.
Yet to do that I needed some supplies, I walked to the store and after about 20 minutes of light conversation with the Owner i finally told him what my problems were. He told me that along with my sage that lavender would be good as well. Its relaxing and that would help me build a more effective shield. Than he gave me a small tumbled stone. Red tourmaline, he said that this stone will be the best for my protection spells. I was drawn to the color the second he showed it to me. It was almost the color of blood, deep red with a bit of purple.
When I came back to my room I did everything I was supposed to. I burned the sage and meditated while staring into the stone. It was going well when the stone shattered. It freaked me out and I knew I had to leave my room. I do not understand this, but I know one thing, the bad mojo in this room is caused by more than just college angst.