Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 30 October 2016
'Tis the season for magick...
Yael has tantalisingly taken down a post with what appears to be a domestic magic spell in it, as it is the only thing remaining on the dashboard.
She says that if you have lost something in the kitchen, all you have to do is place a glass upside down on the table, and you will soon find it. The other thing which remains is (possibly the spell itself?) a line of Hebrew. Spells always look so much more authentic in Hebrew.
It got me thinking about all those other bits of rural, rustic magic which nobody seems to practice these days. For instance, if you are suffering from a prolonged drought, all you have to do is send a very young girl (about 4 years old) out into the field with the instruction to dig a little hole and pee into it. Works every time.
If you want to make a Moroccan man impotent, you have to steal his pocket knife, fold it shut, then throw it down a deep well. He will never get a stiffy again - guaranteed.
If you are a young maiden (they are difficult to find these days) and you want to know who you will marry - or at least be given a big clue - you simply peel an apple in one strand, throw the peel over your shoulder, and when it lands on the kitchen floor it will form the letter of his first name. I have tried this many times, and it always seems to land in the form of the letter 'S', which is my real first initial. I don't know what that means for me. Maybe if you want to marry Trevor you have to cut the peel in two bits?
Many dead cats are found under the hearth stones of old houses. Dick Whittington's cat was found in an old London house, or so the estate agent's legend goes.
Nobody seems to remember what good it did to have a mummified cat in your kitchen, but I think it was probably more a case of what harm it protected you from.
Do you have any little domestic rituals which either verge on magic or are the full-blown white or black thing?