Really, I’m not. Sure, some things I do could be considered, well, witch-like. Like the music I listen to has been referred to as “devil-worship” music (it’s not; I’m not. I swear.). And the house-cleansing ceremony I recently performed was called “frightfully Wiccan” (it’s not; I’m not. I swear.) And even though it may seem that way, my little ceremony helped. A lot.
Dr. Shaman Sister
My much beloved teacher/mentor/spirit guide in LA — let’s call her Dr. Shaman Sister, to protect her we’ll keep her nameless — Dr. Shaman Sister suggested this cleansing ceremony when I told her this house has “bad juju”. I am entitled to occupy the space the way I want, empowered with my intentions, she told me. huh. Feels like this house with it’s bad flow, dark interiors, musty, moldy, pee smell has another idea, but I decided to give it a shot.
First I sprinkled salt in all four corners of every room. Next I cut single flowers and placed them in bowls along with a votive candle in each room, all the while requesting (aka praying) for the old, stale energy to leave and make room for new, fresh, clear, open energy to come in. I allowed the candles to burn out (much to Hatcher’s dismay — no blowing and singing “Happy Birthday”) and after 24 hours, I vacuumed up the salt and tossed the bag out with the trash, totally removing it from the house.
After I got the inside cleansing going, I sprinkled cornmeal all around the outside perimeter of the house, respectfully, Dr. Shaman Sister suggested, asking the Trickster spirit to stay outside the house, with it’s chaos, upset, and havoc. I gotta tell you, doing the cornmeal was a trick in itself — this house doesn’t have a flat moment around it! I was crawling through cobwebs, over rocks and railings: I’m sure the neighbors were quite amused.
And after all that, I felt great. Clean & clear. The next morning I promptly discovered where Dr. Shaman Sister’s precious farewell gifts had been hiding, safely tucked away from bad juju Tricksters. And things seem to flow just a little bit easier here now.
I’m still not thrilled with the house, but with 9 1/2 months left (who’s counting), I think I can make it. Thanks, Dr. Shaman Sister!