A friend in
trouble texted me last night. She was riding with her husband, "in the
middle of nowhere," when their rental car began having trouble. The
'dummy' lights on the dashboard were aglow. The car would not accelerate
above forty and appeared to be trying to stall when the the driver
pushed on the gas. This was pushing ten o'clock at night. There were
three kids in the car with them.
I offered to pray to
Hermes and she said she was okay with that. Hermes is the god of
travelers. I sat within a triangle of Saturn and called upon my god. He
arrived to my internal vision. His staff radiating a eerie light. So
strange was the vision that I was not sure it was him. I reflected his
staff and he nodded. That is an old GD trick. I have no idea if it works
in the Greek world. For all I knew, he may have been a critter in a god
He indicated they were indeed in trouble. I
asked him to help. He told me it was serious and asked for an offering
of blood. I can recall saying (in the past) I would do that if I needed to but I
cannot recall every actually making a blood offering. Last night, I did. In fact, I agreed without
hesitation as these are very close friends. Then I checked with my soul
and got the official ok, whatever that is.
I must say these was the strangest feeling rite I have ever done. I cannot describe that feeling at all.
returned to folding my laundry but was soon prompted that the offering
was needed NOW. So, I obtained a bandage. Then moved to the the kitchen,
found a knife and cut myself without a moment's hesitation. A few
minutes later, I received a call saying they were home.
my mind that was much too fast. I later learned they were about 20 to
30 minutes out going at normal speed. To my mind they were home in 10
minutes. No, I didn't look at a clock. What happened? Maybe, Hermes
moved their car forward at great speed. Maybe time wrinkled a bit, like
in the movies. Of course, Occam's razor should be applied. The most
likely answer is that they were closer than they thought and we
misjudged time, as we all know that our measurement of an unwatched
minute is quite subjective.
The driver did later tell me that he car was about to die and suddenly went back to what was passing as normal.
I have no idea if that prayer did anything at all but it sure did feel
weird. The odd part was the small cut did bleed through the bandage
during the night.
night, I was taken to a play that featured many O'Hare-like vignettes
of death. People died left, right and center. My friend Alyssa did a
very nice job in her multiple roles. Later that night, I learned of the
death of a marriage.
Saturday consisted of me doing
soul and tarot readings at a psychic fair. I had a great time.
Afterwards, several of us hung out, drank too much wine and had a really
good pizza. For reasons I could not discern the conversation turned to
death and dying. This is not the normal chit chat during a happy
drinking session, music and dancing. Well, what I do can at best be
described as being in the vacinity of dancers while sort of
demonstrating an attempt at rhythm.
The next day, on
my way to pick up my car, the Druid stopped by his bank. I was amused to
see a generic casket distribution center. We then went to a Pagan
meet-up. The topic was death, trapped spirits and the like.
of these things are all that weird but after working with Saturn they
are not coincidental. Funny thing about theses sorts of coincidences.
They may not have meaning but we magicians act as if they do.
of Saturn, my original rite focused on getting back with time. Today, I
found something I hadn't even known I was looking for just in the nick
of time to put it to use.