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love spells

One of the most common things folks think about when they hear that you practice witchcraft is that you might do a love spell for them in order that the current man/woman of their dreams might fall in love with them.
The ethics surrounding this is rather difficult. Pagans and witches operate under a code of ethics which in Wiccan circles is summarised as 'if it harm none, do as you will'.
This has been endlessly discussed among Pagan circles and particularly when it formed part of the 'three principles' for joining the Pagan Federation. It has recently - and controversially - been withdrawn from the criteria for membership (in England and Wales at least - it remains part of the criteria for PF Scotland). Hmm... long story. Maybe I'll blog about it sometime.
The point I was trying to make before digressing was that most witches feel that taking away freedom of thought and action is morally wrong. So spells to enforce actions are out.
On the other hand, doing a spell to bring love into someone's life is OK. The source of that love is unspecified, no-one is coerced. The love may be a husband, a lover, a puppy - or even increased self-esteem. All in all a positive outcome - and no-one is hurt.
After the events of last summer I was feeling bruised and somewhat fed up. My two relationships since parting company with SF eleven years ago had been disastrous. I felt I was due a break. But there was a lot of negativity to get cleansed away first.
On the night of two consecutive dark moons I climbed the hill to a spot I often use for contemplation and ritual. Over looking both my home and the loch, the view stretched for miles. Lighting candles at the quarters I was aware that they'd be seen for miles too. But by the time they'd been spotted I'd be out of there, leaving no trace apart from a looming suspicion in the minds of the locals that the 'village witch had been at it again.
I traced a circle of protection around me and visualised it enfolding myself and my home. I asked the spirits of the east to protect me from bad news, those from the south to give me energy, those from the west to dispel my anger and hurt and those from the north to give stability in my life. I then faced SP's home and visualized the specific threats therein. I'd passed his car parked outside it on the way up the hill. I knew damn well what they were up to. Summoning all the energy I could muster I pushed my circle of protection outwards.
"Go in peace
Leave me alone
Go in peace
But get out of my life
Go in peace
And leave this negativity behind"
After a while I raised a horn of mead to the gods, drank a toast to them, thanked them for their support, and left a libation before going down the hill again.
The next dark moon I did this again.
Cleansed, it was time for more positive action.
Over the past few months most of my closest friends had been in the process of moving on. Oread has a new man. Ecowarrior is moving away. Twosticks is away resuming her studies at university. Classixwitch was teaching EFL in the Peloponnese, Wee Dimmock was chasing promotion and was moving away as a result. I was in danger of being left behind - and needed some new people in my life.
I considered my options. I wasn't bothered whether the new people were male or female, friends or lovers. But I certainly needed some kindred spirits to keep me company.
So with the first sight of the moon and throughout its waxing phase I started lighting red candles, burning a suitable incense as an offering and raising a horn of red wine, toasting Aphrodite, asking for some love to enter my life.
I also started browsing on match.com. All of the love spells in the world won't help unless you do something proactive to help them along!
The window shopping was interesting but in the main not very productive. But there was one person who replied that I thought I might have something in common with.We exchanged emails over a few weeks. He 'phoned. We talked non-stop for an hour and a half. We arranged to meet.
The first time we were both rather tongue-tied and out of our comfort zone. But the following week he found himself working in Glasgow the day I was at university and we arranged to meet for lunch. We were nattering so much we didn't realise what the time was and he was an hour and a half late for his next appointment.
We kept in contact over the coming weeks and arranged to spend a day together hillwalking. On a blustery day we plus our two aging hounds headed for the hills. The icy blast blowing down from the north blew me off my feet as we approached the final ascent and I landed a couple of feet away. Deciding today was not the best day for hillwalking we turned back. The conditions gave him a good excuse to hold my hand on the way down. All the way to the car park. Check out the link. It's a big hill!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Lawers
We went for a late lunch in a cosy little pub instead and then for a low-level walk by the loch. Through several kissing gates. Lip contact was made.
We haven't looked back.
I continued the witchy assistance at home. During the waning of the moon I embarked on a massive clear-out of my boudoir; throwing out old stuff, stripping wallpaper. As the moon waxed the next month I applied a blushing pale pink to the walls, new blinds, bought new bedding. I hung a dusky pink witchball over the bed for protection and filled it with rose and patchouli oil.
On the evening of the next full moon I bedecked the room with candles, lit a suitable incense, put a dozen red roses in a vase,
He arrived later on that night. I left the final bit of 'magic' up to him.
I was not disappointed...

14.2.08 15:53

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