At the seven, I bathed and applied the ointment. I walked bare into the moonlight and offered myself.. soaking in the energies until I was ready. I lit the sage and smudged, preparing for the task ahead. I laid out the offers of whiskey and tobacco at the altar for the masculine at work. Why had he called upon us? I lit the incense, nestled in a small mound of beach sand and graveyard dirt for us both, and began.. come to me.
With all the random thoughts of moon and reflection about, I decided to look to the mirror for the answers. I could see him there, just behind my shoulder, and I could feel him.. but the mirror didn’t hold as much for me this time as the notebook. The writings were what brought to me what I needed to know, or somewhat of. I thanked him and added the rabbit bones to forge a connection for whatever was to come.