Before work last night I had an odd synchronicity. I was reading my old pamphlet book on Marie Laveau while in a cafe waiting to go to work, when the author quotes:

"Sweet are the uses of adversity,

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,

Sermons in stones, and good in every thing."

I was not familiar with the shakespeare play (which I found out after is where it came from), and it spoke to me greatly with this oncoming rite. I then had some strange happenings at the theater.

While working late at the theater with Tuuli, I had to clean the screening room by myself.

The usual with cleaning the screening room goes like this: I go in. I sweep a little bit. Something shifts in the corner. I freeze and stare, and then keep sweeping. Feels like there's eyes on me. The sounds of the lights buzzing starts to get to me. Shit, was that someone sitting in a chair? No... keep sweeping. An overwhelming feeling of a presence becomes oppressive, and I realize I'm very curious as to what the others are up to so I leave in a hurry.

Literally every time. The bathrooms aren't any better, and neither is the main theater. The spirits at the theater can get very active, so I generally try not to push their buttons. They want you to sing, you all of a sudden want to sing. When you realize this is them, and decide "hey, fuck you. I'm not a toy." they start to do shit. They shut a door behind you, or knock something off a shelf, make a lightbulb go out, or unscrew these things in the ceiling and make them fall.

Anyway, so last night I was cleaning the screening room with this upcoming rite in mind. I've been told in many ways that I will WILL get over my fear of spirits, and prepare to have mastery over them. Mastery over spirits? Are you kidding? I sing like a canary whenever they snap their fingers. I'm a toy for them. But, since the start of this rite, I've been preparing for the changes. I felt the presence. It didn't want me to sing, it wanted me to be scared. I knew it did, and I knew it got a little shot of energy whenever I spooked. I was determined to stay in the screening room at least until I was done sweeping. The air grew more heavy. It had eyes and it was watching me. I finally stopped and stood, waiting for it. I felt like it was trying to get in me. I did shielding, I asked for assistance, I did whatever. I finally finished sweeping and left, disappointed that I hadn't done so well.

After a little while I had to come back to vacuum, and it's during the loud noise that they will take advantage to get to you. Well, I finally just stood there and looked at it. Not in the physical realm, not reallllly in the astral realm, in the consciousness realm. This is how I communicate with and see my Familiar. I saw it standing there all freaky-looking, but I wasn't afraid. "Please leave me alone while I am working." I said to it.

"Alright." was it's response. really? that's it?

"I understand you get energy from spooking us, and you need energy, but there are other sources for it. Tell you what, once in awhile if you do a task for me, I'll give you a payment."

"that sounds fine."

No more problems that night. I hadn't been back yet, so I don't know how it will go next time.

On the walk home, however, I decided to do the same thing. See, when I walk home at night, I feel little trailing things, certain alley ways will have certain things in it. "All spirits, let me pass unmolested." It was like Moses parting the sea, it felt like. It was better than a shield, because it was my command. I am in no way saying I have "mastery over spirits", that would be absolutely ridiculous. Just... well, I never tried this before. And I don't even have the bone yet.

But on top of that, I don't want to speak too soon... I mainly wanted to record this.