Well, I wasn't going to, but after all the help that I got for creating a ritual to stop smoking, I thought I would give back by creating a BoS to help bring balance to our lives.
In a ceramic coated pot (not metal!), mix water, honey, lemon slices, and nutmeg. Bring to a boil, removing scum with a wooden spoon. Continue until no more rises. Add salt, and lemon juice. Allow to cool slightly, then strain. Other non-alcoholic substitutes are, apple cidar, grape juice, or an herbal tea that corillates to magickal efforts
This one is off site (use back button to return), but I had to make a link here for it. So far this has been the best tool I have found for pagans on the internet. I hope this will inspire! (orig. posted at PIRclub 6/10/99) Up here in NH we've been feeling the hot humid weather that I guess is everywhere in this side of the country. So we we've had our windows wide open, and so don't our neighbors below us. Of course smoke travels up and so we've been experiencing their pot smoke (it seems the hotter it gets, the more often it's there). My husband, Mystic, and I have been trying to find solutions, but none seem to fit, until yesterday morning... While doing my work-out, and NEEDING the breezes, I started hearing the unmistakable hacking cough from downstairs...so before I could start smelling, I grabbed my sage sensor, a purple candle, opened my dining room window in the west, planted my coffee table infront of the "cursed" livingroom window in the east and commensed to summoning for help. I felt like I was having a heart to heart discusion with some friends, talking to the west of how it's seen me in the past and that I needed help to keep me and my family safe from the drug...I talked the same to the east, with it knowing of the journey that's still to come, with or without the use of drugs, and asking for the strength to keep moving forward and help with this dillema. Rain started to come down and a cool breeze blew from west to east and pictured the smoke traveling east past the window.
As of now, we haven't smelled or seen any sign of pot smoke (knocking on wood *S*), but we've heard the traditional hacking, so I feel the elements are helping. It feels so good to know that even thought it's hard to live with anothers disease and how to deal with there self wills, I know I can choose to combine my will and the spirits to find solutions that will not harm, but help us to live and let live. I'd love to do a spell to help them find their bottoms faster, but who am I to cheat them out of there own journey, but I also need to protect me and my family from choking on the dust that their journey creates.
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There's been a couple things in my life that I really needed to work on, kind of like the walls that were blocking the road of my recovery, walls that I knew would be coming up sooner or latter. This year, I took advantage of Beltaine, the full moon that it fell on, and a ritual that was in this years "Witch's Datebook" as a guide, and created a ritual around this. I meditated for a while of these walls and turned them into 4 seeds. I wrote these seeds on pieces of paper and "planted" them in a box I save for magickal purposes as this, and left it on my alter to "grow".
As this year progressed, I slowly noticed a few changes, some that started to come naturally, and others, I had to fight with myself over to do. The small steps I took became the furtilizer, the watering, and the care my seeds needed to grow. And just like my real herb garden, one seed became an early bloomer, and I harvested at Lammas (a licence), one grew very slowly, but the growth is strong, and clinging tightly to the networking vines (shyness), one I discovered will always need extra attention and teedious weeding (self-centeredness), and another I discovered recently I was using the wrong furtilizer and need to try again (my job).
At harvest, it's wonderful to see what became of my successes and what happened to the failure. Of course turning the failures into learning what I can do to next time...what does these seeds need to grow. Also, not forgetting to save the "seed" of the fruits to be blessed at Ostara, and planted yet again into another plant! Bright Blessings!
last edited: 10/6/99
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