June 27, 2006
I Am A Wiccan Don't
Okay, so if my picture were in a magazine, I'd be the one with the black square over my eyes. An attempt to protect the identity of the woman who was so unfortunate as to have made THAT particular choice, rendered more humiliated by the fact that now she has a silly black square stuck to her face. Well I'm coming clean - I am a Wiccan Don't.
This past Sunday was the New Moon in Cancer. As the evening wore on, I realized that I hadn't planned a ritual or a spell or even an affirmation for the day. In the past I've let too many lunar opportunities go by and I decided I wasn't going to waste this one. I'd cast circles; I'd called quarters; I had my wand now. I was going to wing it.
From a Litha ritual I attended a couple of weeks ago I had a yellow candle charged with the intent to bring me joy in the coming year. I decided I would light this candle and ask for some joy. It was too late to write a petition spell. Besides, the last time I did a petition spell I set off the smoke detector and I wasn't looking forward to a repeat of that experience. I'd just light the candle. Sit with it for a bit, maybe meditate on filling myself with lovely yellow light, and then put it out before I burnt the building down.
In one of our classes we made a power potion. I decided to dress my candle with it because, lets face it, I could use a little joy in my life right about now and the more power this joy candle had the better.
So as midnight approached, I set out my tools, such as they are. I have a sort of altar on the desk in my home office that right now consists of a lovely witchball floating in a vase of water, a small vase of pink and white little flowers, my statue of Ganesh and a votive candle. To this I added a lotus blossom candle holder, my yellow candle, a bottle of power potion, and my wand. I was ready. But wait - no matches. I ransacked the apartment looking for matches. None. Note to self - witches should keep matches in the house.
Suddenly I had the brilliant idea to light a little birthday candle on the burner of the stove and use that to light my other candles. Well, all I succeeded in doing was dripping beeswax on the burner, which caught fire. Thank goddess for exhaust fans! Another note to self: make sure there is a gas stove in next home. I decided to risk setting off the smoke detector and lit a piece of twine, with which I succeeded in lighting my votive candle. Geez louise, I was ready to go!
I took up my wand and cast my circle. (It was the first time I'd used it - I was stoked!) Perhaps not the most eloquent of circle castings I'd ever done, but so far so good. I dressed my candle, lit it, asked the god and goddess to help me manifest its intent to bring me joy, and stood there quietly for a few minutes. The air conditioning came on and nearly blew out my candle. Then I remembered, oh yea I'm supposed to raise the cone of power! So I did this and sent my joy energy out into the universe. Right about then I heard a noise in my kitchen and ran out there expecting to see the burner up in flames again. It wasn't. But of course I hadn't thought to make a door to exit the circle as we'd been taught. So much for the sacredness of my circle! With my propensity for this sort of thing, it's clear that I need to practice cutting a door in my circle.
I did the final blessing of putting into what remained of my circle the names of others I thought could use some joy too. I got so caught up in this that I think I ended up asking for joy for the whole world! Let's just hope that there's a little left for me. It was only after I'd gone through the motion of releasing the circle, open but unbroken, that I realized that I'd forgotten to thank the god and goddess or release any of the elementals. I called a hasty "thanks guys!" and fell limply into my chair.
This, my friends, is not the way to practice magick. You know when you wince at the the picture of the unfortunate fashion choice? Well this Wiccan Don't is the magickal equivalent of cautioning you not to wear briefs with low-rider jeans. I'll remember next time to be more prepared. Or if I'm not and there's a nice New Moon that I'd like to acknowledge, I'll simply light a candle and say an affirmation. Keep it simple, silly witch.
I sat there contemplating my ridiculously imperfect efforts of the evening and said to whomever was still listening that I sincerely hoped that this witch's imperfections in no way would affect the perfection of the the joy to come to all for whom I'd asked it. Because, for whatever I lack in perfection as a witch, I believe I make up for in the goodness of my intention.
As I put my tools away and got ready to go to bed, I thought I felt some spirit still lingering about. I hoped it was kind and said good night.
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