
I am either the best or the worst High Priestess in the history of, well, ever. Whichever you tell me, I will likely argue anyway. One of my beloved, and I do mean beloved, long-time circle members messaged me today with a perfectly reasonable question.
BLCM: We have a rosebush in our Earth quarter that needs to be removed right away with great prejudice. What can we do to appease the Earth quarter once it is done?
ME: Leave a five dollar bill on the nightstand and promise you will call.
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I was admittedly in a strange headspace. I had just finished a particularly steamy scene in the new novel I am writing and I was, shall we say, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Of course, during those times, the Goddess is not just present, telling you where to turn and how fast to go, but is driving the bus.
The appropriate response is about leaving a nice crystal or a different plant or a pretty statue for restitution. I could throw in some stuff about being at a crossroads at midnight with a vial of menstrual blood and a crow’s feather and while that is fun, it really is kind of superfluous to the process. But then, as I will drone on about momentarily, ritual is for us, prayer is for us, homage is for us. Continue reading “Powers of Earth – Be With Us… How?”