Friday the 13th is such a powerful day for mages and witches, you pretty much have to do something magickal on that day. Even though my mother passed between two Friday the 13ths, I still consider it a blessed day and always will.
With our powerful Dark Moon in Cancer coupled with a solar eclipse and Jupiter going direct a couple days ago, this was a great day to continue work on the magick I'd already begun --- namely cleansing and clearing, prosperity work, and road opening. It was a great day all around, full of ideas, magick, and a fresh infusion of energy. So of course I made, or rather began to make, two potions.
Most of my work has been with alcohol-based potions or teas, but this time I indulged my newfound interest in both hoodoo "condition" oils and perfumes. Especially with commercial oils, well, you never know what's in 'em. I'm big on finding the best formula I can for something, then making it myself, tweaking it if necessary. (I don't yet do it for sale --- in such a case, I feel it all but mandatory that you tweak a recipe to make it your own.)
These two oils aren't finished. This is more like a good start to a bigger working, one that will grow with the waxing moon. Also, I know there are more ingredients I want to add to both blends!
Road Opener oil, and use.
1. Annoint old skeleton key with sweet money / road opener fragrance oil (gotten at neighborhood festival).
2. To bottle, add:
• 9 drops tangerine
• 9 drops lemongrass
• 9 drops camphor.
• 3 grains of Instant Bliss (condensed cotton candy).
3. Fill partway up with Sweet Almond oil.
4. Put in key upright, swirl to mix.
Added steps I plan to take to complete oil:
• Add odd number of sacred herbs, including herbs from Abre Camino bath.
• Add lodestone(s).
• Add three drops of bought road opener oil. • Add other essential oils, from store if need be.
• Swirl to blend.
For the magick working, itself:
• Create and empower a sigil, put it on candle.
• Annoint candle with Road Opener.
• Light candle.
• Annoint self while meditating.
• Burn candle for 9 nights, imaging (on removing obstacles, and the way forward being shown to you) each time.
Money Oil, and use.
1. Put 13 coins in a jar. Originally this was pennies, and I also did a penny money spell tonight. But for this oil, I put in 13 coins from international sources, embodying my willingness to travel and to receive money from any direction.
2. Fill jar partway up with Olive oil. Olives and/or olive branches are a symbol of both victory and wealth.
To jar, now add:
• 1 Bay leaf.
• 3 resin-drops of Frankincense.
• 9 drops of Pine essential oil.
• 9 drops Cinnamon e.o.
• 9 drops Myrrh e.o.
• 1 pinch of gold dust or fine gilt powder.
3. Swirl jar carefully to blend.
Added steps to take:
• Add 3 Lodestones.
• Add other relevant essential oils or herbs.
Plan for use:
• Annoint a power number, i.e. nine, of large bills, i.e. $100s, with this oil in a spell of increase.
• Annoint self, purse, and tools with oil to draw wealth. Especially self --- for example, the temples, heart, and hands --- before engaging in an endeavor meant for career. (Temples for vision, heart for confidence, hands for skill and action)
Today, Friday the 13th, was a day of unusual magick!
I spent my down-hours at work researching online and falling in love with the new realm of the perfume world, which I'm only beginning to explore due to its cost. I found a number of beguiling books to read about the topic of perfume, and our unexplored faculty of scent. I also learned about an exciting possible road into perfumery: the Decant Circle, an arrangement led by a central enabling person known as a decanter.
Decant circles are a way for folks to explore different scents without emptying their pocketbooks. Many perfume companies don't offer very small amounts of their stuff, and even a half-ounce could be a hundred dollars or more. The decanter will order, depending on interest, a certain quantity of a scent, then tap it off into smaller vials. These in turn will be shipped off to members of the circle when the decanter receives payment for these smaller amounts, thereby reimbursing the original cost throwdown.
Fine art by the $50 bottle: A limited-edition, no longer manufactured scent by Arcana spotted on a resale (not decant circle) site
I would like to join a decant circle --- Ajevie is one such decanter --- as a way to explore this field of study. I realize it's yet another dangerous way to spend too much money, yet the mystique of scent and its influence on the mind beckons like Severus's murmur in the dead of night. . . .
how can one resist
At the very least, it would make a fine story. A literally novel idea sprang into my mind as I scanned blogs, decant threads and webpages. . . .
Who is Seron? Who else but the secret lead decanter of dozens of circles, fielding nearly as many pseudonyms, a scent enthusiast since young and now the possessor of thousands of samples in a secret underground vial library, able to recognize and remember a scent at one sniff . . . At once neither male nor female, Seron is a woman in thin-bearded, black-clad disguise; a partially autistic blend of pure intrigue, unwilling to relinquish control to any demands but especially of the unjust or unworthy; sensual yet resistant to the touch of others, including any who would try to court hir in their fascination . . . and a master of the Substance, of poisons, a deadly person to cross. And this is who would mastermind an underground resistance to a large-scale threat. . . .
I don't know why I heard the name Seron (there's an accent on the 'o' but I can't do accents on this phone!), but I think the story will have to be told from hir point of view, which is so unique and strange. A character who insists on being blindfolded at one point so as to know a romantic partner better by scent, who knows the world by scent, the way a Sarkazo knows the world exquisitely well by an enhanced sense of taste, begs to be given a chance to speak. Obviously the character takes after a piece of my own heart, with her-his secret and somewhat warlockish, genderfucked ways, in a kind of extreme and powerful branch of my Complete Self just as is Slick 66.
As soon as I work out the plot details, we are golden. Let the story spinning begin.
The day's surprises were yet more in number. Besides all this, first there was that odd little hole in the street, on my way to work. . . . more on that later.
Then, when I rode home, I made a quick instinctive stop at the free box --- and behold!
A Garden Weasel, iconic implement that my character Isaac Allokotos transforms into surely one of the most badass brooms ever, to me symbolizes progress, inspired creativity, and no-holds-barred magic. So much, that I "borrowed" my friend's Weasel to make one. But I can give hers back now. This is my very own Garden Weasel, not borrowed, not stolen fire, but found and earned. With its missing middle tine, it's perfect for a broomstick! I take it as a sign that I'm ready to rock --- to take off, in more ways than one.
Finally, we also have a deal on the house! A bunch of sweet people, led by a woman who owns nothing less than the free-box house itself, just down the street, has offered on it to start a community-living home. This makes me as happy as a forced move could, really. No more random viewings of my room, at the insistence of a prissy, too-perfect and too-rich little real estate agent; no threat of having the house and beautiful greenhouse torn down for Alberta-street-crazed developers. At least, I hope not. Instead, the land and its mini-farmstead would be cared for and loved. And Debbie and I have until the end of September --- far longer than I thought I'd have --- to prepare, enjoy the property and the season, and ease into the next curve of life's road.
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