Before my kids went off on their vacation I had made a little mojo bottle, if you will. The moon she was a waning so I did a keep away spell, keep away evil, harm and woe. And my kids got lots of woe, lots of woe, in New Mexico. The engine on the van blew. They just got this van.
Not to interrupt, but I was standing outside, my mind wonders alot, and this time it was a daydream of the lady across the street. She is on oxygen. She had noticed my pentacle and had asked if I could do a spell to cure her and I told her that sometimes things just are. Now I know that wasn't my words. Then I got a thought of one of our most famous witches, Scott Cunningham, who died of cancer. Sometimes things just are, not to say we can't try to do everything in our power to change this situation, but when bad things happen, its not the fault of the witch, or the powers that be, it just is.
So the moral of my story is this, when we do things, and we do them to the best of our ability, they aren't going to pan out the way we had hoped. To coin an old phrase, "That's the way the cookie crumbles.", so to speak. It can be harsh, and terrible, and heart wrenching, we get angry, and anguish, until we come to grips with the situation and carry on from there, its part of what makes us human.
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