Wednesday, October 03, 2007
SAINT DUNSTAN & AYIN HA’RA
Pulling myself from the tub, draining the claw foot. Saving some of the water from my cleansing bath. I would quickly dress, covering my head, collecting the bath water in a glass jar. Exiting to visit the crossroads. Walking to the roads crossing, tossing the contents of the jar over my left shoulder. Whispering my father's name. Stay cleansed. Needing this neutral ground to deposit the remnants.
On Mercury, rising before damn, uttering no words, emptying my bladder into an ivory bowl. Diluting the urine w/fresh water & sprinkles of salt. Washing the entrance step
If you want to keep something close, bury it in your back yard.
If you want to attract something, bury it under the front door step
If you want to destroy its influence, burn it.
If you want it to move away and sink, throw it in running water
If you want to disperse it to a distance, throw it into a crossroads
If you want to fix its influence, inter it in a five-spot pattern
If you want it to work by means of spirits, bury it in a graveyard
If you want to hide its point of origin, conceal it in a tree
If you want it to work in secret, give it in food or drink
If you want it to work by stealth, hide it in clothing or on objects
If you want its influence to begin or strengthen, throw it East
If you want its influence to end or weaken, throw it West
In seven days, I would lay my trick in the running water. Bracing for the desires I imposed in this process. Each day I would add either a seed or a bean to my pocket. Until the seventh day. Rising before the sun, exitting the tent I would watch the fog mist the fields & orchards. Hearing the river off in the distance. Making my way to the flow.
Made of iron, a metal for good luck. The same element runs in our blue veins sanguine pumping.
Drying up living beings by a longing glance. Bad spirits cannot cross running water.