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A shilling in New England
Aug. 28th, 2006 09:37 pmOver the years, there have been a few occasions where prosperity magick seemed necessary. Most times, when the spending begins to outrun the income, I work a simple spell with bergamot oil, annointing each bill in my wallet while chanting, "Bergamot, bergamot, money tree. Send this money back to me!" That seems to take care of everyday prosperity.
I am blessed by the Goddess with the prosperity I have in life. I never really complain about everyday money because I have all the material things I want and some to spare. Most times I can reach into my pocket and share half with someone in need, and never feel the lack.
Back in the early 1970's, Jannie and I, a couple of newly minted witches, went deep into the Enchanted Forest at midnight under a new moon, and buried a shilling at the crossroads. At the next full moon, we returned and dug it up. That was the beginning of this deeper prosperity that manifests itself in having just enough and a little to spare, and in having realistic wants.
The Enchanted Forest was a stretch of deep, old woods in the New England community where we lived. It had a stillness that was deeper than any other place we knew, and the forest had a mostly benevolent but watchful energy. It was a very old place, and it was filled with power.
When I moved here, a random drive took me down a road that shouldn't really exist, running parallel to a perfectly good other road, nestled deep within earthen banks, and filled with the same primal energy of the other Enchanted Forest. If you believe the signposts, this road is seven miles from anywhere.
I am blessed by the Goddess with the prosperity I have in life. I never really complain about everyday money because I have all the material things I want and some to spare. Most times I can reach into my pocket and share half with someone in need, and never feel the lack.
Back in the early 1970's, Jannie and I, a couple of newly minted witches, went deep into the Enchanted Forest at midnight under a new moon, and buried a shilling at the crossroads. At the next full moon, we returned and dug it up. That was the beginning of this deeper prosperity that manifests itself in having just enough and a little to spare, and in having realistic wants.
The Enchanted Forest was a stretch of deep, old woods in the New England community where we lived. It had a stillness that was deeper than any other place we knew, and the forest had a mostly benevolent but watchful energy. It was a very old place, and it was filled with power.
When I moved here, a random drive took me down a road that shouldn't really exist, running parallel to a perfectly good other road, nestled deep within earthen banks, and filled with the same primal energy of the other Enchanted Forest. If you believe the signposts, this road is seven miles from anywhere.
