Banishing

Someone asked me this morning about doing a banishing spell and "if that would be right," thinking as how we're supposed to "Harm None."

Don't even get me started on the fact that it's impossible to truly harm none. At this moment, anyway, I'm not going to go into it.

Now, as for this banishing business.

There is NOTHING wrong with doing a banishing spell. You are banishing someone from your life, not from the planet. Imagine spell work as being akin to something you'd do in physical life. There is no harm in asking someone to leave your life if they are harming you. It wouldn't be good to kill the person or physically harm them, unless self-protection called for it. Therefore, doing a banishing, "Leave my life" is on the same karmic level as asking a toxic person to leave your house.

My last banishing was for my former Priest and lover. I'd pretty much got all of his shit out of my house, save one ring he gave me. I stuck it on the base of a white candle--after carving his name into it and dipping it in banishing oil. If you can find sage oil, that's a good one to use. If you don't have sage oil or something you can use for banishing, dip the candle stick (not the wick, of course) in salt water; preferable sea salt if you have it. Get rid of anything and everything the person has given you. If you simply can't part with an item, ritually wrap it in a black garbage bag and ritually "throw it away", even if you put it elsewhere for safekeeping for a time. Sweep your house, try to get all of the person's hair and DNA out. You don't need this person in your life anymore. Make them leave.

This Magick Service Message has been brought to you in part by Neksa, Whom I paid a visit to this morning. When I came out of the meditation, I finished crying the chest full of tears I'd been working on since Thursday. I also smashed a pile of c.d.s with a hammer. Did you know c.d.s do not break with a hammer? I believe they require the tires of a car.

A Spell

Hi Guys!

While waiting for the window guy to come and see what can be done to fix my living room window (I've had to use a cat-scratcher to hold it open since the day I moved in...) I'll tell you all about the protection spell I did last night.

It's not good practice to talk about the spell you're working on until it's been completed. In fact, I strongly encourage everyone to keep their spell working to themselves, unless they'd like to tell their teacher about it. I have a lot of great teachers. They hear all about my stuff, all the time.

This weekend, I went to see my adviser, Lilith. My concern: several of my Group members had come to me saying they had dreams people were casting nasty spells at me, slandering me, or doing otherwise douchey things in my general direction. Now, my regular life is feeling pretty good. If these things are indeed going on, I'm not really feeling it--yet. But I decided it would be best to have Lilith check in on it, anyway.

The cards said there was some negative hoo-ha going on: a little verbal bitching, nothing to be too concerned about--but it was a gentle warning from the Universe. Now that I'm in the role of High Priestess, I need to keep my spiritual life in tight ship all the time in order to still be the best leadership and support I could be for my crew. Time to go tidy up.

Friday night, I dreamed of a moonstone ring to wear on my index finger. At the Pagan Pride Day, I found exactly the one I was looking for at Don Cross's stand. Silver triple-moon design with a secret pentacle at the stone's support. Moonstone has been known for its protective powers and its one of my favorite stones--being a Cancer and a Moon Child and a Moon worshiper and all. The index finger of the dominate hand points the way to your endeavors. The ring on this finger would be the protection for that.

I sat at my altar last night and consecrated the ring with the Elementals: Dipped it in the incense smoke for Air, whisked it through the candle flame (carefully and quickly, as the flame could crack the stone), dipped it in the altar waters which had been perfumed with essential lavender and basil, and then dipped it in the bowl of earth--which is compiled of earth from Ireland, Manhattan and South Carolina--where my ancestors come from, where I live and where I was born. (It's best to have graveyard soil from your ancestral plots--but that's all I got at the moment.) Then, I dipped the ring, again carefully, in the flames of Brid and Pan. I read an incantation to Brid that I got from a book called, "Brighid's Healing."

Bhride! Solas geal!
Gabh isteach!
Gabh isteach!
Caed mile failte!

Brighid! Bright light!
Come in!
Come in!
One hundred thousand welcomes!

Today is the day of Bride
The serpent shall come from the mound
I will not molest the serpent
Nor will the serpent molest me

Hail until thee, Jewel of the Night!
Beauty of the Heavens, Jewel of the Night!
Mother of the Stars, Jewel of the Night!
Foster Mother of the Sun, Jewel of the Night!
Majesty of the Stars, Jewel of the Night!

I asked Brid to bless the ring with protection, and did the same for the pentacle I wear on my neck, every day. It looks different, now. Can't really say how so. Should have done the same for my other ring.

Then, I made an offering of beer and cheap wine--cheap wine for the ancestors. These things make Them happy.