In her book Exploring Candle Magick, Patricia Telesco hands a few tips for when to casting a spell for forgiveness. Here is how I tried to intercept them, together with some personal adjustments on correspondences.
Elected day? Friday, as it is the day supposed to rule relationship work. Is the new moon not far away? Good. Time of the year? It is Spring, which is perfect for a fresh start. So when the hour of Venus comes, ready to go.
I placed a couple of black candles on the altar, and had let them there for the past week. On the pentacle, I charge them with intention. For the past few nights, I have let the energies of the sacred space charge some spikenard oil drops in some almond oil collected in a bottle as well.
The fragrance of spikenard is definitely peculiar. Arduous, I would say. Some kind of a wilderness in its ‘sound’, it is bitterly awakening. Though once assimilated in the skin, it releases a deep relief to the soul who needs it. Mary Magdalene used a spikenard ointment for washing the feet of the Savior. A request for forgiveness, sure, but also the anticipation of a death, and a resurrection.
The kind of forgiveness I have in mind is actually quite a rebirth, a transformation in ones’ way of being. In particular with respect to the reactions one might have towards the world itself. For its capacity to letting go the old manners for the new, spikenard essential oil is supposed to help making peace with those who have hurt us. Like in a resurrection.
So here I am, dressing up the black candle with my hands, from the middle up and down. And what is left, I rub my neck, metaphorically helping the subtle plan to start from the past, the back. I light it, and I lay down. I watch it while it burns, and I can see the flame taking the past resentment and ancient rage away. ‘I forgive you’ is some kind of a mantra I quietly repeat with a benevolent smile.
On my breast I place a new mini-pillow conceived and made for this very ritual. I crocheted in circle some pink soft cotton yarn. And a purple spiral on the board. They are the colours of heart and spirituality. Inside is dried motherwort, for helping me forgive those who hurt me in the past, and also help heal anyone I may have hurt. All around is a crown of rhodonite, for its capacity to bring emotional healing, and release blocked energy from within the fourth chakra.
The black candle burns and I watch it. And when she ends up her task, I thank her, I light a brand new white candle and turn to the future.
I let it estinguish while meditating in its gentle light. In the twilight I realize that forgiveness is about responsability. Letting go the faults of the others sets us free from the chains to those faults. Free from resentment our direction is just our own. And our heart comes back to beat again.
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