A ritual.

I have been preoccupied this week with preparations for a ritual I am performing tonight. It will be my first hook suspension as a tech with no assistance. To make it even more strange, I will be suspending Mr. Skateboard.We haven't spoken for the last 9 months and are no longer involved in each others day to day existence. It will be his first experience on hooks.

He called me several weeks ago with horrible news that his little brother had been stabbed to death. He was hysterical and asked me to come be with him. I spent the evening holding him and trying to help him absorb some of the shock of such a terrible tragedy. It was a gut wrenching, soul draining nightmare.

I offered to help him do a ritual when he returned from the funeral. He said many times he just didn't know what to do with all of this pain. I thought a hook suspension would be the perfect way to push through that pain and find out what's on the other side. I also thought it would be a powerful closure to our past. I never received that when I stopped speaking to him. He wasn't ready to face and own up to the truth. I was just done trying. It was anti-climactic and left open like a gaping wound.

I rarely talk about my spiritual practice and interests here. I enjoy my privacy and have chosen to teach sexuality, not my occult practices. (A woman has to have a private life.) I do a lot of work with blood and fire as I find them to be two of the most powerful resources at our fingertips. Tonight will be the most significant magick I have done all year. I smell a powerful breakthrough. I hope he is ready.

This evening the studio will be converted into a Dias De Los Muertos temple. I will be space clearing at 8pm and beginning the ritual at 10pm.

For my witchy brethren, please send me some juju by lighting a candle at 10pm.

This is going to be so hard.