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I do like me some alliteration. The last few days have been wonderfully lucky craft-wise. Like, obscenely good. Y'see, I'm doing a bit of a project for some people (although not to their benefit); it's a week-long affair of empowering a plethora of spells to seal in a box before releasing it all in a big boom, the release date auspiciously falling on the equinox hand on my black heart, I swear I didn't plan this. I'm mainly drawing the works from a selection of Arabian spells. Unfortunately, I didn't have many of the required tools. First of, I didn't even have the box I wanted, or the lighter, or the rose-water, or the pieces of broken pottery, or feathers, and so on. I was hesitant to substitute anything and so resided myself to make a shopping list and open up my wallet when, lo and behold, I get sent a gift from a family member. Now, I'd like to preface this by saying I didn't tell anyone what I was doing, or what I needed, nor made any active magical effort to gain these things for free; it was by sheer luck that a day later I was gifted a neat little black box with a bit of rose water and saffron in it. But I'm from a Persian family and such things are routinely at hand, pure coincidence, so I didn't think much of it. But just today, when I was walking back home from a few errands, what did I find on my path but the perfect bowl (not too dense, wide brim for writing on, yellow color), a few crow feathers, and a discarded lighter that was still full. (Not all together of course, found them all along my path.) Was it passive intellect that attracted these to me? A subconscious flight of my spirit to gather the things I need? A confirmation from the world that my will is blessed and assured? Just pure dumb luck? Who knows! Bit too busy trying to find out how to break a bowl in such a way that only the bottom remains intact to ponder such things right now. Help on this would be appreciated lol. What about you guys? Any experiences when everything was just insanely perfect? When, for once in magic, success was handed to you instead of fought for?