I haven’t been blogging much this week because the exercises involved aren’t exactly out of my way. Most of it involves purging excess or working with what you already have. I’m moving, so guess what I’ve been doing from the get-go? It’s all about visualizing my new space AND moving out as much of my old stuff as possible.
I have been experiencing some odd behaviors and synchronicities that have gotten increasingly strong over the last two weeks. First, is that there are very clearly people that don’t want me doing this. Not a lot of them, but one or two who want to interfere for their own very selfish reasons. Apparently the idea of me at my full creative potential is frightening to the narrow. Good.
But, annoyance and interference aside, the divine has stopped just short of lightning bolts to say “go here” to let me know I’m on the right path and that I should stick with this - and 6 weeks is some pretty serious sticking with, I’m really hoping I do make all 12 weeks because I really, really want to see this through and I was scared that I wouldn’t.
Yesterday’s synchronicity? Joel and I were running to a couple of occult shops in town so I could assemble a few things I needed for my house cleansing/blessing.1 We saw, on Lake and Grand, an Ecuadorian/Colombian restaurant, and Joel was curious so we agreed we’d have dinner there on the way back from Present Moment. When we came back to the restaurant, we noticed a big sign next door to the restaurant: Botanica.
Once again, Minneapolis has an authentic botanica. Since my early witchcraft practice is founded in folk magic based on brujeria and a love of the Spanish language, this had me over the moon. Every obscura root magic conjuring you could want is there on clean and neatly lined shelves. There were more muerte candles than I thought was strictly necessary, and alas, no traditional house blessing candle, but I’m sure I can work with it. The owner was a bit odd - he’s got to be a mojo man himself, but he acted as though he were terrified of me. I can guess why - Guadalupe-cult brujas have a “take the seed and throw away the packet” attitude towards men and can be scary bitches. Maybe it’s an act to lull me into a sense of security. I plan to spend my money there, be almost bubbly-friendly with my bad Spanish, and otherwise I will not engage. A good magic worker doesn’t, especially ones that sometimes have to do the harsh stuff.
It was a very good day with Joel, although the next time the weather requires all the gorgeous men of Minneapolis to have most of their clothing off, I’m driving.
- The guy who lived there before us gives off so much sad sack energy I think it might need a little extra work. [↩]
