Returning to my Roots…and more with the breathing.

So in the aftermath of the break-up of my Partnership with The Big Guy, I’ve been kind of on an emotional and spiritual auto-pilot.  Saying my prayers daily, and even doing  a little magical stuff as I left the old house…. calling back the energies I had put into blessing the place…. I guess I believe that any magic we do we are always tied too… hrm need to ponder that….

Anyhow, I had unpacked and set up a relatively discreet altar in my new room, ( I have decided, for the time being, that discression is the better part of virtue regarding my religion for the time being as it relates to roommates and a new job) and before going to work today I prayed my daily prayer at it.   Lately I had been adding some short prayers to the Theoi and Netjeru of Neos Alexandria, and some especial prayers to Dionysus and Hecate to the mix… but today I simply prayed my daily prayer to the Lady and Lord of Witchcraft…

“Mother Celestial and Father Divine,

Let me walk (and drive) in Beauty and Strength,

Exhibiting Power and Compassion,

With Honor and Humility,

And let me always remember Mirth as well as Reverence,

That I may be worthy of Thy Perfect Love and Perfect Trust,

And that of those in whose hearts you dwell.

Blessed Be, So Mote It Be.”

Later, when I got to work I had some time before clocking on and was feeling the need for some sort of boost so I began to breathe deeply and calm and center myself.  I returned to the meditation of the image of the Horned God superimposed over my own form from years before, and feeling myself connect to Him and to the Worlds around me.

I began to breathe into and from my energy centers, my chakras… finding feelings of helplessness and insecurity and self pity and paranoia and sadness and grief.  Only this time, instead of trying to some how cleanse them or push them away…

I simply acknowledged them accepting them as a part of me, they were there for reasons and I should neither dwell too much upon them or in them nor should I ignore them or run away from them, and then I focused on the breathe and on opening and opening too the relevant chakra…

Once I achieved the violet and the the white chakras,. at and above the crown,  my cell phone rang…

It was my Dad, the neo-Luddite whose slightly hermit like tendancies and increasing memory issues make call FROM him a rarity, although we talk regularly.  We talked for a bit, and I felt somehow as if it was a sign from The God that I had friends and family and love and support.


I am settling into the new place, a rented room in a townhouse in a good location in the Orlando Metroplex.  I am starting a new job, and begining to figure out my new life, here in The City Beautiful.



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