Conversations with Clara – Part 2

My room is lit by a single black candle on the altar. Dizzied by mugwort tea, I lay on the floor. Clara glowed eerily in the candlelight.

I feel like I almost had a breakthrough tonight” I began. “For a moment, I saw your edges began to blur, Clara! I started to get some insight! I just think I got too excited.”

No, you didn’t see anything. You’re just high off mugwort” Clara replied. It’s as if I could actually see her blow a smoke ring from her Virginia Slim.

“No, I’m pretty sure I saw the glow of a fire. That’s when I lost focus” I countered, still laying on the floor.

“Oh, you saw the glow of the fire!? You mean…like this fucking candle next to me” Clara spat.

“What do you know? You’re just a hunk of fucking quartz” I fired back as I sat up.

“First of all, I’m a polished hunk of quartz, little boy. Secondly, I’m not going to take you seriously since you are the one arguing with a ‘fucking hunk of quartz.’”

Oh.

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Conversations with Clara – Part 1

Meet Clara,

Clara

I mentioned in a few posts ago that I recently bought a crystal ball. I saw her (yes, her) at a shop and fell instantly in love with her. The other balls were clear and pristine, but this crystal was full of inclusions and clouds that gave her personality. She wasn’t as big as I wanted, but she still felt right. From first glance, I knew she was full of wisdom. When I held her, I knew she was capable of giving me profound insight, but that she would demand respect and would make me work hard to learn how to scry. I loved this.

The night after I bought her, I held her in my hand and knew I had to give her a name. I haven’t named many of my ritual tools, but this crystal had personality. I wanted something witchy, so I held her and named her Medea. Instantly, I knew this was wrong. So, I tried Circe. Still, not quite right. I felt that she needed a classic name. So, I did a quick Google search and  went down the list.

“Electra?”

“Nope,” she said.

Goldie?

Try again.”

Mildred?

“Are you even trying?”

Oh! Florence?

“Goodnight.”

I was about to give up, when she rolled right out of my hand. She hit the keyboard hard and when I looked up, the name Clara was front and center on the screen. Apparently she named herself.

After looking up the name, I realized the beautiful sentiment of this name. Clara means clear and bright. Even though my crystal ball is cloudy and full of inclusions, she holds the power to give me clear insight.

I anointed Clara with some lavender oil and placed her back on my altar. I can’t wait to see the magick we make together.

My Magical Saturday

Today was the best Saturday I have had in ages! It was absolutely perfect, magical even. I’m exhausted, but somehow refreshed at the same time. When I try to sum my day up, only one word comes to mind – glamourbomb.

A glamourbomb is a magickal act that is meant to enchant a place to help create a sense of magick and wonder for people who pass the “detonation point” of the bomb. To be fair, I don’t actually think that I encountered a glamourbomb, but I do think my day has been absolutely magickal and incredible.

This afternoon, I visited the Chadwick Arboretum today with two friends. Not only does the arboretum feature amazing plants and flowers, but it’s home to a beautiful labyrinth.

Walking the labyrinth was a great experience for me. As I began walking, I wanted to focus on myth of the Descent of the Goddess, but I was quickly distracted by little pieces of trash I was passing. A bottle cap here, a rubber band there, and tons of cigarette butts. I picked them up as I walked and was distracted the entire time. When I got to the center, I paused and realized the metaphor the Universe gifted to me. At so many points in my life I have cleaned up the messes of other people. I put their needs before my own. I let everyone else’s needs, opinions, and drama distract from what I needed at the time. Once I connected to this message, I closed my eyes, put the trash in my pocket, and simply finished the walk. When I exited from the labyrinth, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulder and that I had literally walked through a veil.

Each of us took time apart from the group to gather our thought and just enjoy nature. While walking around the arboretum, I found a beautiful tree that just seemed to beg me to meditate beneath it. When I took my friend Jamie to see the tree, we heard a noise. We looked up to find a deer about 20 feet away from us. The deer let us take a few pictures before it wandered off. It just felt like she sensed the connectedness we both had established during the walk.

After lunch, the three of us headed to a local pagan shop. I bought a few stones and went to look at the more expensive items in a case near the register. I have recently been in the market for a crystal ball after getting a crystal ball reading from Kelly-Ann Maddox. When I bent down to look at the selection, it felt like I was at the pound looking for a new puppy. There were beautiful crystal balls made of crystal clear quartz, blue-black onyx, bright purple amethyst, and shimmering citrine. They all seemed to beg to come home with me. That’s when I noticed a quartz crystal near the back. It was clear quartz, but was filled with faults and inclusions. The others seemed to sing to me, but this one dared me to buy her. She, yes she, seemed old, wise, and had no time for anyone’s shit. I loved this. When the clerk put her in my hand, I knew this crystal was mine. I can’t wait to learn more about this crystal ball and begin working with her. I’m sure I’ll post more on this topic as I progress.

After a short break, I met up with Jamie at our favorite craft cocktail bar. We shared stories as we drank our delicious drinks and shenanigans seemed to break out around us. First, a table of frat boys sat next to us and started a conversation with us. Although it was completely a random and not necessarily the most intellectual conversation, I have not laughed like this in months. Then, we noticed several people walk by in onesie pajamas. Apparently, there was a pajama-themed bar crawl going on. Again, completely random, but amazingly silly and a great ending to a wonderful evening.

Tonight was just what I needed. It made me remember how awesome my life is and made me remember just how magical the city of Columbus can be.