I was very very close to having my car paid off WAY early. I was about $400 away. I woke up today and learned my car had been stolen in the middle of the night --- FROM MY DRIVEWAY.
Oddly, I am more bemused than pissed off. Maybe I will get mad later.
EDIT: So I go to Hermes who has been ULTRA responsive to my prayers and requests. Hermes freakin' rocks. He tells me, and I quote, "You do not want it back."
My plans were to go to Hermes and a certain spirit of the lesser key to get it back. Yet, Hermes was firm. What is the point of communing with the gods if you don't listen to their advice?
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I'm sure you're familiar with Lon DuQuette's story of using a spirit from the Lesser Key to bring back a stolen car. He got the car back, but the whole interior was filled with parrot excrement and took an enormous amount of work to clean up. Maybe it's something like that.
Could be. Oddly, there was some sort of voice in my head that is PISSED. Maybe one of the household spirits or a loyal magickal friend. The suddenness and the ferocity made it hard to define. The voice was hear and gone in an instant.
Dude! You are totally more twisted than I thought, if you were bemused, rather than pissed. Interesting reaction, one that I would not let the cops know about, lest they think it was me doing the stealing
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