BrotherButterball wrote:Hello Praxis,
My spirits have suggested lighting a white candle and burning some
Frankincense and Myrrh incense for about 30 minutes after the ritual proper.
Thanks again Brutha B. I'm loving this ritual right here. I'm getting over some irritation in my nose so incense was off limits in the last occasion where it was performed, so I'd used consecrated honey for the purpose instead. Seemed to be taken just fine by them. That last time around with the honey, I'd made the wording more pin-pointed and reworded it to be a bit more aggressive when it came to the "offensive armor" portion of the ritual. But that's not why I wrote you at all for the most part.
You see I have just been given more evidence of what I consider proof of success in terms of even this most recent working. Basically, there are these Mexican guys who live across the hall from me. They are dirtbags as far as the standards of the world go; these five or even six people. One of them always habitually exits the apartment every day and hocks as loud as he can spitting on the floor. They've also ruined my rituals several times, because they don't take it seriously, by talking loudly (I heard them talking normally, I vibrate a name, and they start almost yelling), or one to three of them will suddenly start whistling loudly, knocking on my door and running away during rituals, or doing all generally disruptive things like that ONLY when I'm vibrating names or otherwise pronouncing ritual. They've also trashed the building I live in, with one of them breaking the window on my floor as well as punching holes in another wall, graffitiing the wall downstairs with Nortenos gang graffiti, talking loudly in the hallways any time from 1-4am, and other such things that disrupt everyone at their expense. Lots of people know but can't prove many of these things, complaints do little, and the building manager here is crooked to begin with. Such was my justification...
Anyway, some other Mexican guy with red eyes who looks furious stops me on the way up. Long story short, he is from a rival gang as those guys and doesn't like how they're treating his home, nor the simple fact that they are rival gang members apparently. After beating his chest proudly whilst saying that he was from a rival gang and knows about them (since I said I live on the same floor as them and could verify that I too thought that they were up to no good), basically I think they're in a world of shit right about now. The conversation ended with me saying, "Good luck getting them", and to which he pats me on the shoulder saying, "heh-heh You don't need to worry about ME."
The fact that it even happened and that they know of their habits implies that they're staking them out, this guy and his friends.
Everyone needs to get this damn book and try it with an open mind. Oh, and once again thanks to you, BBB, for empowering us a little more today with it in our lives. This right here gets rid of headaches better than tylenol.
edit: I was still somewhat excited when I posted this, but a crucial detail to help people understand where I'm coming from with this is that the guy in question stopped me in spanish, then asked what floor I lived on in English. I told him, but asked him why since it was suspicious, and it just so turned out that the way it did. He only told me about it because I happened to live on the same floor as these clowns. What a coincidence, again...
"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious." -C.G. JUNG