Divination for a Love Satchet / Mojo Hand

This all started when I decided I wanted to make a Holly wand.  Holly clandestinely goes by the name "bat wings" in certain writings, for obvious reasons. It corresponds to Mars, to Fire, and some say Saturn (I'm a Capricorn, so - good).

There is the Holly Man and the Holly King. It is the whitest of all woods, and has been used to make piano keys. Considered sacred by the Druids, and put to use by the Greeks and Romans; especially suitable for divination, and believed to repel all evil spirits. Hanging it over the door lintel is said to be an invitation to helpful spirits. Holly and Ivy crowns for married peeps. Reputed to tame wild beasts, and protect against elementals and lightning. Bestows wisdom and courage. Particularly useful in dream magick.

So, I go about making the wand - with a red hemp-wrapped handle.  I left some bark on. I'm very pleased with it. I'm pleased with the Holly shrub I took it from, which is surrounded with Ivy. Holly and Ivy just belong together. Bliss.

I was left with some Holly leaves and berries.  I had read that men sometimes carried the leaves and berries in a satchet to enhance their ability to attract women.  Also,after midnight on a Friday, in silence, one may gather 9 holly leaves, wrap them in white cloth, and tie 9 knots, the ends being tied together. Place beneath your pillow for your dreams to come true.  I dream some weird schijt, so I was more interested in attracting women.

I spent three entire evenings and nights reading magician's herbal tables and Catherine Yronwode and Hoodoo stuff. I spent a lot of time gathering a lot of things - it was like item questing in Hyrule, and really, since I got involved with Holly, I've had that magickal Hyrule Field feeling of adventure and wonder. I've gotten new insights into invoking earth pentagrams. I'm eating better, not drinking. It's like a current opened up, and I want to be sensitive to it. If I give in to gluttony, I don't feel it - I feel like a glutton. I want to keep this current open.

So, the Moon is in its 1st quarter, waxing.  I had picked out a plethora of traditional and corresponding herbs for love, as well as male and female lodestones. I set them all out on the altar. I made some divination tea, and drew a bath.  I added half a handful of dill seed to the bath, 27 drops of Ylang Ylang oil, and a handful of Jasper flowers. This was awesome.

After I got out, I donned my robe, and threw together some divination incense, and had another cup of divination tea. I lit the charcoal, the candle, and turned out the lights. It was dark enough to not be able to read labels or see the contents of my jars. I took out my pendulum and went to work.

This is what my bag will contain:

Beet Powder         -      feminine, Saturn, Earth

Catnip                  -      feminine, Venus, Water

Dragon's Blood      -      masculine, Mars, Fire

Holy Basil             -      masculine, Mars, Fire

Holly                    -      masculine, Mars, Fire

Lavender              -      masculine, Mercury, Air

Wild Cherry Bark   -      feminine, Venus, Water

Tomorrow, the day of Venus, in the hour of Venus, I'll combine these (I may add a sigil) in red cloth, and fix, tie, name, and feed. Throughout this entire process spanning around a week, I've not ejaculated. This is high strangeness, and points to the non-use of Florida Water.

Also, electronics have been cutting out on me during the process - at home (loss of internet at a highly ironic moment), at stores (ready to pay, and the computer acts bizarrely, preventing me from paying), at work (3 breakers having been knocked off in 3 different locations, over 3 days). I note everything I observe and will sort it out later. Just reporting facts. I also saw something in a window moving at work, from outside in the parking lot, when nobody was there. I couldn't tell what it was, but something was moving - it was dusk, and the light was on in the room, and there was movement.  I walked the entire building and found no one. I talked with a woman 3 days after the incident who works in that room during the day, and find her father was a Rosicrucian and Mason, and she's knowledgeable of Hermetics and several other things I am not use to finding people know about other than me - in day to day life (outside of cyberspace).  Fascinating. I'd call that not a sign, but movement. It's like the Work begins to work before you can even work the Work.