Please donate your stories!

[Imbrium]

As I am a fairly new Pagan, I only have a small amount of experience in the area of magick. While I’ve been busy doing as much reading and study as possible, I still feel that I’m lacking something. Anecdotes! Books are great for suggesting how to do something, but fall short on sharing stories and experiences…So, I turn to all those at Mystic Wicks and ask this little favor: Would you please share your most interesting, wonderful, awful, strange or wacky experiences with spellcasting, magick, and ritual. Please, please, please!

You might say that stories help to give my study of magick a little "flavor"

Thanks!

[Lunacie]

Hello Imbrium, I think everyone has already heard my favorite story, so I was going to wait and let others share theirs, but this thread is on page 3 already, so here goes.

While I was still married to my now-ex he was working at a salt plant about 20 miles away, working the evening shift so he got off work about 1 am. One evening freezing rain was falling and I knew the roads would be horribly icy and slick and I was worried about him making it home okay. So I sat right on top of the furnace vent and began working with fire, sending heat to melt the ice on the windows of his car and to keep the tires gripping the road on the way home. I visualized his car very vividly, hmm, maybe it helped that he drove a red car. :) I concentrated on sending the energy for warmth and safety for about 10 minutes.

When he got home he was laughing. As he and the other guys on his shift left the plant at 1 am and walked out to the parking lot, they were all excited and yelling about how his car must be on fire because all the other cars in the lot were covered with ice and his car was sitting in a pool of melted ice-water.

[Jenne]

That is a great story Lunacie. TFS!

Um, really, my stories are not unusual. I guess I just work rits for personal purposes, usually using candle magick, and they come about, nothing all that interesting. But then, I work on mundane matters perhaps, so that may be why it all seems just so ordinary, lol. Don't get me wrong, it is still special and wonderful, connecting that way and making those connections. I did a "wellness" spell for my son who has asthma--he's gradually improved since. I did a money spell that was continual, and my debts went down. That sort of stuff. I did a spell once that I didn't put enough cushions in for not harming anyone, and my friend's husband was hurt...THAT wasn't too good and taught me a lesson. I don't think I was directly responsible, but then I was a novice, and I should have put more failsafes and protection of others in, kwim?

I don't work magicks overtly much right now. I go in cycles where I study, then practice, study then practice...weird, but that's what I've been doing for a while. I just got a new crystal ball for my birthday, and I plan to start using it regularly soon. I dabbled in tarot enough to be familiar with my deck, and I need to get back into that as well. Sigh. So much to do, lol!

[Sylvan]

I did my dedication a few years ago. Made the mistake of making it a little *too* ritualized, not spontaneous at all. Had a script. Got to the point where I was to circle around my altar, chanting, attempting to build up power.
All I got was dizzy and tired. :lol:

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My hubby was working on New Years' eve 1999-2000. What with Y2k and the casino being a big fat target, I was worried, so I did a little safety spell for him. Among other things, I put a tea light candle into a glass votive holder. During the night, the metal cup heated up to the point where the glass votive holder shattered all over the place. He was fine, and actually came home earlier than expected, but that was a good lesson- don't ever put tea lights into holders that aren't made specifically for them.
(On another note, if you put some water in the bottom of a votive holder before dropping a votive candle in, it will make it much easier to pop the wax out once it burns down.)

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Another candle story:
My dad had gotten into candles, and had alot of scrap wax left over, so decided to make his own. He showed my sisters and I how to make a double boiler out of a coffee can, melt the wax in it, add crayons for color, and pour the wax out into something that would help form it.
I decided I wanted to do this myself when nobody was home (I was probably 16 or 17 at the time). Didn't think to put ice around the 12 oz plastic Dixie cup I was pouring the hot wax into, and so now I have a lovely match holder that looks like this:

[Armitage]

I've been doing small works daily, to sharpen the skills and keep myself in a certain frame of mind. The other day, I pulled for a raise or a better position at my work, because while I like the place, being a register clerk pays Crap.
Yesterday, two positions opened, one in Receiving, one in Merchandising. Unfortunately, I'm nowhere near enough of a morning person for them. :wtf:

[Flar's Freyja]

:rolleyes: I thought the title said, "Please donate your shoes......."

Gods, I need new glasses! Love your avatar!

My stories are all over this board, many in this forum.

[Imbrium]

.When he got home he was laughing. As he and the other guys on his shift left the plant at 1 am and walked out to the parking lot, they were all excited and yelling about how his car must be on fire because all the other cars in the lot were covered with ice and his car was sitting in a pool of melted ice-water.
Thank you, Lunacie. That was wonderful. I’m still being amazed at what magick can do! And thanks also Jenne, Kurgarra, Armitage, and Freyja!(I shall make a point of looking up some of your stories) I’m just happy my lil’ thread here received some attention.:nonono:

I soooo eat this kind of stuff up! I appreciate the responses.

[Aidron]

Hmm, well here are a few of mine, so prepare yourself for some lengthy nonsense.


Goodbye Idiot:

Everyone's met one of those annoying dumbasses whom harasses you in school, and no matter how witty your comeback is, they fling something recycled and absolutely retarded back at you, which they think is positively hilarious, while everyone else simply looks at them as if their mother perhaps used drugs during her pregnancy with them.

Well, this guy was pushing my buttons day in and day out. Like most people, he thought he would harass me. Perhaps I presented an easy target, who knows. Well, finally one day in math class (8th grade mind you), he was throwing pencils at my best friend (who sat in front of me.) I turned around and told him "If you don't stop I'm going take one of those pencils and stab you in the eye." We traded words for a few minutes, and I was completely obvliious to everyone else. He got up, I got up, he tried to fake me out by making me believe he was going to hit me and I just lost it. I brought my foot up kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying over several rows of desks.

Anyway, after that I decided I wasn't going to deal with a back lash. So I worked a binding and banishing spell on him. First I bound him, and then I banished him. The next day when I went back to school, he wasn't there. Apparently he had transferred to another school nearby. To this day I have never seen him again, nor has anyone else ever brought him up to me without me mentioning him first. I left high school my sophmore year to get my GED. Soon as I did, bam, he enrolled in the high school he would have gone to had he stayed in the junior high with me. Doesn't sound very spectacular, but there were lots of little things over the years. It got to such an extreme point that people very close to me apparently forgot he ever existed, while like I said, others who were not as significantly linked to me simply never mentioned him unless I brought him up. I still don't know what happened to him, and honestly, while he wasn't the worst person ever I had to put up with, I don't truly care.


Edit: I forgot to mention, but I did use a poppet for this. It was my first and I taught myself to sew in a primative way to make it. Black felt with white thread, filled with my own special banishing and binding herbal blend.


Rain, rain, come today:


I had been studying various 'crafts' for awhile. I'm not sure how long precisely, anywhere from a few months to a year. I finally decided to cast my first spell, but had no idea what it should be. I forget how it came to be, but someone mentioned that we were in a drought. Mind you, I was probably... 14 or something around this time so I didn't really pay attention to droughts, or honestly care. Still, I thought this proved to be a daunting challenge. Being the huge skeptic that I was, and probably a bit over confident, I decided "I'll make it rain." So I engraved a light blue candle with various sigils I had learned through my studies, and got a bit creative, such as carving rain drops on the candle. I then lit the candle and prooced to take a feather which was dyed yellow to represent air, and a piece of coral to represent water. The actual words I will not post, but I held the feather in my right hand (east was to my right, and air is a dominant/masculine element, and my right hand is my projective hand) and the piece of coral in my left hand (my receptive hand, water is also a feminine/passive element). I uttered the words with the objects held high, visualize it pouring down as if the very clouds burst and could not be stopped. 20 minutes later, a drought of a few months was ended, and it continued to rain off and on for 3 weeks very seriously.



I wish you would die:


I have issues with school. Very severe ones. I cannot even go by my old schools due to the horrible mess I was put through. I'm convinced I have been emotionally scarred for all eternity. Most of the people who tormented me, so that's probably where a lot of my trust issues with guys or despise of most guys comes from. What's the point of that? To understand the severe nature of my life while in school.

With that in mind I was in 9th grade, sitting in my physical science class. This boy, who was probably 6'2" (a freshmen, that height? I was intimidated!) and probably weighed literally as twice as my 120lbs. self. He tormented me endlessly throughout the semester (we took four classes a semester, then switched to four new ones the next). By the end of the semester I was at my end. I couldn't take having things thrown at me anymore, having my chair pulled out from behind me when I sat down, hearing him try to scream "fag" with his hand over his mouth so the teacher was never quite sure what he said. So, I opened the window next to my table (four to a table, I sat alone due to my social status being that of a lepar). I already knew the class like the back of my hand (ended it with a 117 average due to all the extra credit) so I spent most of my days in there staring out the window, day dreaming. There I was day dreaming away and bam, a chair comes flying at me. I reflexively fell to the floor to avoid it, and when I looked up, guess who, that guy. Jason I believe his name was. The teacher had stepped out and I never realized it. I knew I was in for it now. 20 kids who want to see me get beat up and one guy daring enough to do it. Then something came over me, and I heard a voice "Don't be a victim." I felt strong as if nothing could stop me. I shouted "I wish you would die!" at him and he was standing just in the doorway making sure the teacher wasn't coming back. The door slammed knocking him out into the hall and onto his back. Now, everyone claimed it was merely a strong gust of wind, and I'll admit, it's very possible. I try to remain open minded. Still, I know, whatever I did, whether it was wind magick or telekinesis, I did do that. Again, I try to remain open minded, so despite how much I 'felt' and still do feel that I did it, there is a chance that hey, maybe I didn't and I just hear voices. Still, he never bothered me again and in fact, tried to get the principle to suspend me for using 'black magick' on him. (They were all convinced I worshipped satan back then.) I don't regret that he got hurt over this (supposedly cracked a rib). In fact, I'm sorry he wasn't hurt more. I'm not wiccan, so if you hurt me, all bets are off and I will use whatever means I have to defend myself. Piss me off and I will hunt you down and make you pay.


Well, three is my lucky/favorite number so I'll hush there, even though I have a ton more. :) :lol:

Hope I didn't come across as too frightening in that last one. :p I know I can be, especially when I'm hurt emotionally or pissed off, which is so the opposite of how I am most of the time, bubbly and happy-go-lucky. :lol:

[Imbrium]

Hope I didn't come across as too frightening in that last one. :p I know I can be, especially when I'm hurt emotionally or pissed off, which is so the opposite of how I am most of the time, bubbly and happy-go-lucky. :lol:
Coool! And not at all frightening. I was just as tormented in high school, as far as I recall. My memory might need some help after my PE teacher decided to allow the rest of the class to lob a few brick-sized rocks in my direction. Still, if I had known then what I do now...

[Xeen]

Hmm... I don't think I have much for stories, though I do believe in the power of the mind, just believe in it enough and it'll happen.

I wished for something to happen so feircely, that is happened. I'd say what it was, but I'd probably be hunted down and killed for wishing such a thing.

I really regreted it for awhile, but sometimes I'm really glad that it happened.

*sigh* My thinking powers scare me sometimes.

[mothwench]

Another candle story:
My dad had gotten into candles, and had alot of scrap wax left over, so decided to make his own. He showed my sisters and I how to make a double boiler out of a coffee can, melt the wax in it, add crayons for color, and pour the wax out into something that would help form it.
I decided I wanted to do this myself when nobody was home (I was probably 16 or 17 at the time). Didn't think to put ice around the 12 oz plastic Dixie cup I was pouring the hot wax into, and so now I have a lovely match holder that looks like this:[/QUOTE]

:lol: what's that thing in your pic, a melted dixie cup?
cute.

[Sylvan]

Yep, a very melted dixie cup. :D It makes a great match holder now. Too bad all that wax wound up on the counter, down the side of the cupboard, and the side of the stove... :foh:

[Pesha]

Well here is one that has me even floored. I have a friend who is dying of cancer and he was getting near to the end. I made a peace ritual for him so the passing would be easy but I included in my ritual....as I always do....the words"As They Who Care and Create will it may all come to pass in peace." A couple of days later, I got a call from his wife that he had been to the doctor and found to be in remission. This still has me scared and awed. Blessed Be.

BB
DS.

[BellaWild]

Well here is one that has me even floored. I have a friend who is dying of cancer and he was getting near to the end. I made a peace ritual for him so the passing would be easy but I included in my ritual....as I always do....the words"As They Who Care and Create will it may all come to pass in peace." A couple of days later, I got a call from his wife that he had been to the doctor and found to be in remission. This still has me scared and awed. Blessed Be.

BB
DS.

wow... :)

[Imbrium]

Thats wonderful Dragonsinger! I hope that I will be fortunate enough to experience something like that one day.