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Creepy Candle



Today I am.....confused.......

Maybe I should be thankful that I put out a fire before I lost my bedroom.

So....about four months ago, maybe longer, I found a burgundy relationship voodoo candle in, of all places, a Christian charity shop. 

It was a very boring candle.  I'd never seen anything quite like it.  The figures didn't have faces.  One was taller than the other (I assumed it was male).  It had little gold sparkles in it.

It seemed homemade. 

I bought it for 99 cents. 

I'm a little embarrassed to say....I lit it. 

I carved my name onto the female side.

I asked for friendship on the male side. 

I slathered it in homemade ginger oil and lit it.

The candle smelled yummy.

It burned down in less than two hours. 

This is where it gets weird....

I had set it on a very thick burgundy plate.

The plate caught fire.

That fire burned for six hours. 

I wound up putting it in the bathtub.

The red plate finally shattered.

I let the fire continue. 

It was the darndest thing. 

I left to go to a party.  When I returned and removed the plate.

I saw the symbol of the Egyptian goddess Isis underneath the plate.

It was pink. 

Pink is the color of friendship. 

Well......

this is where it gets weird.

I was afraid to look at what was left of the wax that didn't burn. 

I finally got up the nerve to look.

It had little hearts in it. 

It had a guy's name in it.

It's the same darn name that turns up in all of the stupid red candles I burn. 

I may just post photos.

For the longest time, I thought I'd just get a dog and give him that name.....

or maybe a cat.

It would be the perfect name for a male cat.

I learned yesterday that I cannot get a cat or a dog due to allergies. 

See?  I'm a shitty witch. 

It could be....the shattering plate....it could mean I don't have to worry about having any relationship with someone who has that name.

Maybe....it was a sign....that it's done...

the dreams can stop now. 

Thirty years is long enough, ya think? 

If this goes on much longer I'll have Alzheimer's and won't even know what that name ever meant to me!

I'm taking 4 Benadryl every night to chase off the dreams.  It's not working anymore. 

I read today that Benadryl is associated with an increased risk of Alzheimer's disease.  Maybe, it will chase the dreams away one day. 

******

I promised to post a love spell if I ever got around to burning the candle.

This is the spell I wish I would have cast. 

Light a pink candle once a week at 8:00 p.m. (or whenever....seriously, it doesn't matter as long as you do it the same time each day you light it).  If you're a girl looking for a guy, light it on Tuesday.  If you're a guy looking for a girl, light it on Friday.

I don't know how to cast for same sex relationships.  I guess one would use the same formula: choose Tuesday for a guy (day of Mars) and Friday for a girl (day of Venus).

Then just make a general wish for love. Try to make it rhyme.  Try not to ask for anyone in particular. 

I wish for a love that is true.

what rhymes with true.....blue? (no. Too sad).   clue?  no.  few?  no (unless you want that kind of group thing).  phew?  (oh, heck no).  Zoo?  (hmmm....I doubt anyone is truly into that).  View?  (maybe).  Whew? (sounds too much like dodging a bullet to me).  Two or Too?  (no).  Flew?  (mile high club maybe).

ah....

A perfect love that's new. (?)  that could work. 

I'm tired.

I'm delusional. 

I can't breathe due to fireworks and asthma. 

So there probably isn't any oxygen going to my noggin'.

I don't know. 

Life is strange. 

I always thought my true love would be a poodle. 

It's a shame I'm allergic. 

Maybe it would be a good name for a goldfish. 

Nah, the name is better suited for a piranha. 

I'll try to sleep. 

I'll probably have nightmares.

Tomorrow is a new day. 

*****

Oh....I get it....I get it!!!

It's not a name!!! 

The candles are just trying to spell out

TOMORROW!! 

Like the song Little Orphan Annie sings. 

The candles just run out of wax before they get past the first three letters.

Whew!

I was worried. 

I need a job so I don't play with candles anymore. 

I should take a picture so I can document the crazy that is my life and take it to the nearest mental institution. 

Life is funny. 

There is a lesson to this post:

You can make anything mean anything if you truly want to. 

Love ya lots,

S. 

Next day edit:  I know who TOM is!!! 


This turned out to be soooo long, I just made a new post dated 07/06/2017.

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