Snarling, snapping…toward me you plunge.
You cannot touch me…Wards around.
The space around me is sacred ground.
Only troubles for you are found
Inside my circle made.
My spirit guides encamp around.
Your intentions now are bound.
You won’t come near me;
my chest I pound.
Your empty threats now fade.
Elements, directions, show your power.
Wolf and Crow, threats devour.
All multiply by three.
Seal this with the Moon’s embrace.
Begone from me without a trace.
Nevermore, I’ll see your face.
As I will, mote it be.
There have been some strange energies floating around the neighborhood over the past week…not just the neighborhood, though…big parts of Atlanta. It has been like watching a television show where mental instability is the major theme.
I know that Atlanta traffic can be harrowing in itself…but I have watched this week as drivers seriously try to run each other off the road. I watched in horror yesterday as an SUV came within inches of a sedan…forcing the sedan off onto the shoulder. The driver of the SUV railing his fist out of the window and yelling obscenities. I have watched in my own condo complex as gangs of kids walk the streets after hours, trying to bully anyone who reprimands them. The police have been out here at least three times this week.
The neighbors have become combative and possessive. Energies have been way over the top. It feels like I have done more banishing and warding than ever before in my life. On top of the anger that seems to be coming from all directions, crazy seems to have reared its head too. Not only are we dealing with the nasty neighbors, but at midnight we are hearing the unstable woman in the corner walking to the dumpster singing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” at the top of her lungs. I have been battling insomnia all week long so hearing “Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord…” swelling through my bedroom windows don’t make me any more friendly in the mornings either.
I find myself going out in my witchy garb now just to scare the piss out of the neighbors. They already look at me with a cocked eyebrow when I am out…but most everyone seems to leave me alone. Of course, though, you are always going to get that one neighbor who is going to try to pick a fight. Early this morning I encountered her. She was bitching about me parking in front of my own unit and then when I drove to the post office, she put her car in my place. I put a note on the car asking her to park in front of her own unit…then it hit. I got blasted. She railed up one side of me and down the other. I wish I could say that I was the model witch. I wish I could say that I kept my cool. I didn’t. There was fire in my eyes and my heart….there was anger overtaking me. What I was feeling came from deep inside my belly. I looked at her and essentially said, “Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?” I pointed at her and began an incantation….not the one above. I created that to combat all the anger and negativity coming from all sides…and the gang mentality here. Well, that woman got in her car and practically squealed her tires as she moved to the front of her unit.
Shortly after, Friz and I took our walk. I decided that today would be a good day to go to the pond. To me, water energy seemed to be calling. I needed the calmness, the coolness. I laid down on my stomach and swirled my fingers through the water. I wrote my name in the water and watched the ripples reach farther and farther. Friz climbed up on my back and patted my head with his paw and then proceeded to lick the top of my head. This gentle pup was the same one who puffed out his chest and angrily barked at the gang of teenagers huddled outside talking about what trouble they could get into last night.
After my time at the pond, I took Friz back to the condo and then my partner and I got ready to go to a friend’s pool. It was a wonderful time to soak up the power and light of the sun and to absorb the cool and calmness of the pool water.
Tonight, though, it was time for more spellwork. I brought out my cauldron and dried nettles. I had collected paper that the teen-aged gang had left…candy wrappers. I also had one of the notes that the woman had left on my car along with something I had seen the “Battle Hymn” woman drop. I combined all of this in my cauldron with just a tiny bit of denatured alcohol and copper sulfate (it makes a beautiful green flame). I watched as the flames burned away the issues…and chanted the spell at the beginning of the blog. As I brought everything to a close, I called on dragons and gryphons to guard my household…to fight off anything that I did not invite in.
There will be no more insomnia starting tonight. I will not tolerate the energy that has been swirling around the complex like a rogue hurricane. Sometimes you have to fight. Sometimes you have to let it fly. I am fine with being nice. I am not fine with little bogey men running around me trying to control every aspect of my life. I will take charge and it will be gone. So mote it be.