Some days I wish I could wave my wand and disappear. Not in a “I am tired of this existence” kind of way…more in a “can I get a little bit of peace and quiet” kind of way. It seems that this week has been noise on top of noise on top of noise.
The neighbors above us have absolutely no consideration. They tromp around like a herd of elephants and try their best to asphyxiate me with every cigarette they toss over into my courtyard. Then there is the crayola haired heifer that lives across the way who is determined to park in the parking space directly in front of my unit and then yell at me when she gets caught. Lastly, there is the little Mexican man who loves to play mariachi music as loud as his truck speakers can pump it out.
I hate when I have to play the part of the wicked witch. But some people just bring that out of you. I decided for the upstairs neighbors benefit, it was time work some magick so that he got a little bit of an eyeful. I have talked to him nicely about all I can about the noise level.
During the dark moon the other night, I gathered my cauldron and candles, black salt and banishing oil and incense and set up in the middle of the courtyard. I set everything a-blazing and I created a circle around the courtyard with the black salt. I sat down in the middle of it and I waited. The time had to be perfect. The night was dark and humid. The wind was still. I whispered my greeting to the Moon. I acknowledged and invited the directions and the elements. Air was the first to join. I felt the tickle of the smallest breeze against my cheek. It combined with water (which I provided through sweat). I ran my fingers through the dirt in front of me and the watched as the cauldron flame finally burst forth and danced in front of me. Now it was the perfect time.
As I lifted my voice to call on the Morrigan, the sliding glass doors above me opened. It was in that moment that crow caws could be heard all over the complex. One caw….three answered back. I waited. I could feel the neighbor straining to see just what I was doing, but I was just out of his range of vision. I did all my spell work right there under his nose, but in the shadows. As I finished, I blew out the candles, thanked the elements, directions and the Morrigan. As I cleaned up the magickal remnants, I saw him up there leaning over the railing. I smiled brightly and quietly said, “Wonderful night, huh? Goodnight.” They have been quiet as church mice since.
I figured while I was on a dark moon roll, I may as well continue. Well after midnight…when everyone was in bed, I went out to my parking place, moved my car into another, and drew a banishing sigil with black witches chalk. It was already sprinkling rain so I knew that the sigil would be gone by morning, but the energy would remain. I felt almost giddy as I did it…it was like being a child with sidewalk chalk, but with more purpose. Sometimes, you just get tired of being yelled at when you didn’t do anything. The next morning, I sat just outside the courtyard. She circled the parking lot a couple of times and then went and parked in front of her own unit. Lastly, the little mariachi loving Mexican fellow…this little fellow has been horrified of me since he first walked into the courtyard and found me doing magick. He always averted his eyes when he saw me and I could always hear him muttering ‘brujo’ under his breath. I found that the way to keep him in check was when he got out of line…all I had to do was give him the sign for ‘I’ve got my eye on you’ and he would quickly turn the stereo down. Well, one night last week, it was extremely late and I hear the thump of familiar music outside my bedroom window. I was far too tired to deal with him, so I just whispered into the air, “Please, Morrigan, deal with him.” Then I waited. The next thing I know, flashing lights are outside my bedroom window…I look out and see a firetruck with firemen scouting the area with flashlights. I see the little Mexican fellow scrambling out of his truck as hard as he can go and falling to the ground as he makes a mad dash for his apartment. No music after that.
This morning I was craving time by myself. When you have three adult men, two dogs, and two cats in one apartment, it can seem impossible to get quiet time. I don’t have a space in the apartment other than my altar space and even that can be overtaken by a fat gray and white cat. To write in my Book of Shadows, I have to move his hefty rump to the bookcase by the window. One thing about it though, my Book of Shadows should be more than pleasing to Bast.
I walked out to the woods alone this morning. I didn’t take a backpack or candles or skulls or wands. It was just me and the woods. Friz looked like I had completely forsaken him and I did have to deal with sufficient pouting when I got back. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. I waited…just waited. It was like I could breathe again. I didn’t have to clean up vomit or hairballs or anything else. I was able to just sit…and wait. It felt so good not be rushed or hurried or have to worry about noise. It was wonderful listening to the trees singing to me and in the distance I hear Mama Crow. She is singing at the top of her lungs, it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t sound like the sparrows. It is her voice. This was my week for raising my voice…sometimes it isn’t going to be pretty, but it will be effective. Mama Crow reminds me that sometimes you have to be just a little loud and a little brash to get what needs done, done.
My home is my comfy space. To me and others it is that cozy space to sit and have a glass of wine or a cup of tea…to lounge in magick every moment you’re there and to feel as if you have been given a comforting hug when you’ve left. I will protect those feelings…no matter what it takes…like a mama wolf protecting her den.