On the night of the full moon, I completed a ritual and meditation to “let things go” – which means, letting go of recent hurts and the men that have come and gone into my life for whatever reasons.
Sometimes the universe works in mysterious ways and I’m sitting here shaking my head over the events of the past few days. It gets to a point where you just go, “this can’t be a coincidence. It’s too weird,” so I need to trust in what is happening around me.
I had originally planned on having a bath with a bag of herbs that I mixed as an offering to the spirit guides. Instead, I changed my mind last minute and added essential oils, dried herbs and crystals to the bag. I meditated for quite a while and yada yada yada. The ritual was complete.
I actually got quite emotional during the meditation portion, so I think in a way, it worked.
I never know what to do with the bags after the ritual is done. So, I decided to bury it pretty deep into one of my flower pots outside.
Well, yesterday as I was sipping coffee, a massive magpie swooped over my balcony. It made me jump. Let’s say it got my attention. Then I saw a second one swoop over and I knew something was up. They’re destructive creatures.
Sure enough, the buggers had ripped apart the dirt and actually managed to pull out my “magic” bag and dumped it on the ground. It was either too heavy for them to carry or they decided they didn’t want it. Either way. There’s a mess I need to clean up now.
I messaged a witchy friend of mine and laughed about it. And she asked how many magpies there were. When I told her two –
“That’s a good sign! One magpie is an omen of bad luck. Two magpies are a sign of good things to come your way. Either in form of communication or a visit with a friend.”
And then she said, “You could just sweep off the dirt off your balcony and it would be symbolic in every way. In a way, they did try and get rid of the negativity by carrying the bag away.
Today, I was supposed to have a friend over but woke up with a brutal migraine again. I messaged him and his words. “I have to go Camrose, it’s the like universe is speaking to us.” Now, I don’t know if he’s saying that because he knows I’m into witchy stuff, but.
It’s been that kind of week.
I think I’m finally on the right healing path. And maybe that was the final sign I needed to keep moving in the right direction.
Also…my new Tarot decks have arrived and they are so pretty. If you’d like a reading, please let me know.
Charmed Reflections 