Herb and Candle

A few days ago I read a post from a friend in my twitter feed in which I saw as a possible omen for the individual.  The comment in question was in regards to a child's nonchalant mentioning of a dead monkey that was waving it's hand in the bathroom.  Now this could simply be a small child's active imagination or silly talk.  But when I read it, it struck a cord with me as a possible omen.  That inevitable "monkey on your back" issue that was at one time cast away, now trying to rear its ugly head and make a stronghold once more.  I commented my thoughts on the issue and this seemed to resonate with her, so my advice was to "get a little stuffed monkey doll and lock that bitch in a mirror box." This has been continuously on my mind since the conversation occurred, and I have been thinking how we can all have those issues in our life which can occasionally arise.  Now I have no idea what the particular "monkey" might have been from the twitter...

Standing at the threshold of the wooded land before me. An eeriness comes over me. While I've visited these woods many times, and have established a relationship with the land spirits that call it home, there is such quiet in the night air. It feels darker than usual and full of mystery. After contemplating my purpose and making myself known at the threshold, as is my custom; I step into the woods and leave the mundane world behind me. I carry no wand nor stang. In my left hand I hold my stroking stone and in my right, a string of twine.  As I journey into the wood, I began chanting my incantations, calling the attention of my spirit allies. I cannot reach the circle of trees where I usually go, as the ground is still too wet from the early spring rains. Walking on, I reach another area where my spell will begin. I take a moment to look all around. Making myself aware of my environment, I hear only the shuffling of leaves and branches from a nearby raccoon scurrying away.  I l...