Even before I was practicing magic I was practicing magic. When cleaning - WHEN HEAVY DUTY “WE’RE MOVING EVERY SINGLE THING OUT OF THIS ROOM AND I’M WASHING THE WALLS, THE CEILING, THE WINDOW, THE DOOR, THE SIDEBOARDS, THE CEILING FAN, VACUUMING THE CARPET UNTIL IT’S SPARKLING AND THEN WASHING EVERYTHING THAT COMES BACK IN” CLEANING - I’ve always created a special “wash”; it’s just gotten MORE (DELIBERATELY) MAGIC as the years have gone by.
My washes are a haphazard mix of serious and whimsy, three ingredients are the key foundation (a natural cleaner, sea salt, and rosemary) and everything else added is totally spur-of-the-moment (but with personal significance and purpose). Sometimes I add extra herbs or essential oils, sometimes I dribble in a tiny amount of my own urine and sometimes I’ll drop in a dried blood clot or two. (<- I pick them off my menstrual rags and dry them out before adding them to my collection. Waste not, want not and it saves you from having to nick a finger for a drop of blood.)
This year I decided to enlist the help of Papa (he’s my chthonic earth and represents the hardcore “masculine” energy I work with) and Tentacle Monster (he’s my chthonic water and represents my spirituality, emotions and subconscious self) by using the contents of their offering glasses from this year’s Halloween altar (filled with corresponding substances - my Fet Ghede graveyard dirt* for Papa, and salt water for Tentacle Monster).
(* Don’t bother googling “Fet Ghede graveyard dirt” because it doesn’t exist in voodoo or hoodoo. I created an extra special batch of graveyard dirt for Papa a few years back on Fet Ghede (hence the name). In addition to graveyard dirt it also has remnants of cigars and cigarettes we’ve smoked together, urine and sexual fluids, ground up chilies (grown specifically for Papa), the ash and unburned remains of incense burned for him, a few drops of rum, shavings of chocolate, pan de muerto (Day of the Dead bread) crumbs and just enough perfume to give the ashy-earthy scent some fragrance.)
The creation of this year’s wash began by picking a handful of rosemary from my plant outside, adding it to my orange bucket (ORANGE BUCKET = MAGIC BUCKET, I’VE PISSED, THROWN-UP, COOKED, BRINED, MADE ELDERFLOWER CHAMPAGNE, CLEANED AND CHRIST KNOWS WHAT ELSE WITH THIS BUCKET) and pouring boiling water over the stalks (to make a fresh herb infusion).
Once the hot water was scented I threw in a handful of sea salt, a few drops of lemon balm and lemon essential oil (both are good for cleaning, but they’re ALSO good for lifting one’s mood), a pinch of Fet Ghede graveyard dirt, half of what remained of the salt water and stirred everything with one of my wooden cooking spoons until the salt dissolved.
To aid with the non-spiritual aspect of cleaning I used Ecover’s lemon scented All Purpose Cleaner. The only other thing I added (OTHER THAN HOT WATER) was Chippy’s Sassanian amber bead which was briefly dipped in the hot, sudsy wash for PROTECTION’N’BANISHMENT purposes.
(Chippy’s our incorporeal guard dog so I routinely include his presence when I’m chasing things out of the house. <- SOMETIMES YOU NEED MORE THAN A GROUCHY WITCH SWINGING A BROOM AROUND, SOMETIMES YOU NEED THE LORD OF THE FLIES HIMSELF TO UNDERLINE THE POINT. <- THAT’S ACTUALLY A JOKE. WHEN I LOOK AT CHIPPY I SEE “CLIFFORD THE BIG RED DOG” AND NOT THE DEMON PRINCE OF FAMINES, PLAGUES AND STRIFE.)
(NOT THAT I RECOMMEND APPROACHING HIM AS A LOVABLE AND FRIENDLY GIANT DOG; I’VE GOT FIVE (SIX?) YEARS FILLED WITH SEX, KITE FLYING, BURGER KING EATING AND BOARD GAME PLAYING ON MY SIDE. THAT, AND, //HE// WAS THE ONE PAWING AT //MY DOOR// AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. AS WITH ANY STANDARD ATTEMPTS AT PICK UP THE BEST POSITION TO BE IN IS THE OBJECT OF AFFECTION/ATTENTION, MORESO WHEN THE DEMON OF DEMONS COMES A-KNOCKIN’.)
(Journal excerpt via my diary, photo via my Flickr feed)
