Ave My Lieges & Liegesses~
Last year I did a certain ritual, as transcribed below...I am part Cherokee and enemies are still trying to usurp my Dawson Lake family river front ground (bottom left at map), exactly where the Trail of Tears journey began for my ancestors...But their plotting is coming to an end...I will be victorious tonight...I am calling my father tonight to assist me in this new final ceremony...Please send thy blessings for Tonight...Jinx
6-13-08
The Deed Hath Been Done.I Swam Naked in the Waters of My Ancestors' Tears.I Will Be Victorious.
It rained torrents the day of Friday the 13th...The sky was black all day...I readied myself for this Ceremony to protect my grounds from usurpers trying to take land intrusted to me...Old family land...
Being a descendant of Chaos Magickians of the Left Hand Path & part
Cherokee, brought up by Obeah Hoodoo women, I mix the rituals.....I
start with a stomp dance for Harmony with Nature...Then I go into my
Celtic Ceremonial LHP Magick...secret AOD...
I opened my Magick trunk to retrieve my instruments tools for this
operation...My grandfather's witch blade athame ..I grabbed for my
first inverted cross that I had received as a baby from the Obeahs in
my grandfather's home...It has 4 inory carved skulls...The following
hath never happened to me before...As I carefully lifted the necklace
from the trunk, I saw that not one rosary, not 2 rosaries but all my 13
Ceremonial necklaces were perfectly entangled, one after another, a
long string of mackick necklaces...2 Jamaican Hoodoo with hand varved
skulls and painted seed pods...The other of human teeth and
animal...Indian Shaman pouch of deerskin holding my mother &
fathers locks of hair... teeth...
It was crystal clear after the all day storm at 11:30 pm...I walked from the road down to the river grounds, then along the muddy bank, part of the Trail of Tears that my CHEROKEE ancestors WERE FORCED TO FOLLOW TO THEIR DEATHS... naked under my black robe...satchel of tools tightly in hand.....A small sprinkling of rain ran down my face like tears...But I saw no clouds...I walked on, determined to begin my blood rights ritual...My bare feet stinging from the small pebbles in the ground....My robe was becoming heavy with wet...I came to my chosen destination, a small clearing by the river dock...I removed my robe and took the wet earth of my ancestors and rubbed it on my body...I drew a circle with a birch branch torn from a tree by a lightning strike by my home a few days before...I carefully removed my tools from the satchel...Athame, my great grandfather's cane for a wand, a crystal,incense,a silver vessel, my 13 magick necklaces and 13 black candles...I sit down inside the circle in the sand....I lit each of the 13 candles one at a time as I screwed them into the wet sandy dirt equally around the circle...
11:47 pm=13 13 Thirteen
It started raining a bit harder...The trees protected the candle flames which flickered wildly in the stormy night air...I could hear the animals in the dark woods, the birds in the rustling trees and the fish jumping in the churning waters...I could smell the river, the wet earth, the trees, the rain...I took my father's blessed athame and made a small cut in my left wrist...Dripping my blood into the silver vessel...I carefully choose 13 rocks from around me to mixed them into the silver bowl along with henbane and mint leaves....I pulled my grandfather's hand carved walnut cane from the satchel and hovered it over all 13 candles then pointed to the river ground, North, south, east ,west...Then a long rambling of esoteric words I spoke that I must not reveal...I perform a banishing around the circle then step out carefully...I walked to the river dock, overgrown brush scraping my naked mud covered body...
The rain is now splattering against the fast moving river....Smack, smack, the sound becomes almost deafening as the rain is now torrential...I stand on the dock, blood dripping, body scraped and muddy and dive into the river...I swim naked in the waters of my ancestors' tears until I am washed clean...I feel a strength and power run through my body...The river is warm...The waves lapping against me, the rain hitting my face...Water all around me...I pull myself back onto the dock, the night wind drying my hair...Walking back to the circle I feel others with me...I feel beings all around me...Following me to the circle ,enveloping me with caring and peacful illumination....I am not sure who or what all these spirits were, Cherokee, my passed parents, my passed soul mate, my passed LHP great aunts...I did ask all my cherished friends to be thinking of me at 13 minutes until Midnight, 11:47 which just happens to numerically add up to 13... What a Magickal night...13's everywhere...The rain abruptly stopped...I pack up my instruments to await the outcome of this land matter on another day...But I feel victorious...
