Magickal Self Defense and One of Those Days …

I have a lot of protection around me. This I know. Some of it has always surrounded me; some of it I’ve actively engaged through energetic and other means. Every once in awhile I wonder if I rely too heavily on such ethereal protection, and, conversely, if I’m maybe a bit paranoid even to think I might need protection. You see, pondering someone stealing from me isn’t something I regularly do. I have little magickal “booby traps” and Runic filters and orgone pucks set up around our property, but usually I just let those do their thing without much additional thought.

For some reason, late last week, my Spidey senses went way up. I couldn’t put my finger on what, where or how, but I just sensed some kind of thieving energy around. I didn’t feel personally threatened, but I just sensed this kind of sneaky energy. I re-upped the energy around our home and even discussed the effectiveness of this process with a friend who visited on Friday.

To give some context: when I set up this original “booby trap” last fall, as an after thought, I added our next door neighbors’ property into the protected zone. Unbeknownst to me, the mom had had a pregnancy moment and left her purse, with laptop and keys on their porch, and that purse had been stolen prior to me adding them to this booby trapped and boomeranged energy, which is set to include a return of whatever was stolen, along with a threefold blessing. I ran into the dad the day after I added their property to my protection zone, and he was mystified that someone had stolen the purse, laptop and keys and then, mysteriously — three days later, but immediately after I added their property to the magickally protected zone — dropped the goods like a hot potato, about a block up the street, right by the railroad tracks. The mom just happened to glance out of their car as they drove by and realizing what she was seeing, got out and grabbed her purse from the ground. Everything, including the laptop, keys, wallet, etc. was still there, but it had not been there earlier. As a result of this theft, our mutual landlord decided to redo and double the size of their front porch, and completely redo their back porch — a threefold blessing. I took that as confirmation that whatever protection I put on this property works.

Anyway, that’s the background, and I was relaying that story to my friend last Friday, saying that even though I know this stuff works, I was suddenly feeling like someone wanted to steal from me. I surveyed our property and didn’t find any vulnerable spots, but the feeling persisted. David and I went shopping in Mishawaka on Saturday, and after one purchase, I had this weird thought, “Hmmm, I wonder if they have one of those card reader snatchers where they take your credit card number as you swipe.” An odd thought for me to have, but odd enough that I noted it. We continued our shopping adventure, had a lovely meal out at our favorite Korean restaurant, and generally enjoyed our evening. Despite my odd sense of some lurking would-be thief, our house was fine when we returned. No real surprise there; the persistent sense of a thief was the surprise, since I know our car and home are well protected.

More context: I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting what seemed a bizarrely long time for some money to clear. The money wasn’t from just one source but from many sources, which added to the oddity of none of it clearing into my bank account. I was fine for cash but did wonder, “What the heck is up? It’s not even Mercury Retrograde yet! Why’s the bank account going all wonky?” This morning I went online to check if any of the money had cleared, only to find two unauthorized charges on my debit/credit card — one a $99 reloading of a Starbucks card and the other for $.01 from — get this — a health insurance company! It was the initial test from them to see if the card worked before they ran it for the full amount of insurance. I caught it before they could run the card for more than a penny, but I’m quite amused that someone buying insurance would likely be using their own name in order to qualify for service. I also realized that my money had been delayed so that there was not much more in that account for anyone to steal. Synchronous delays!

I had to laugh, as I’d told my friend and then David again today, “People reallllly shouldn’t steal from me or try to cheat me. It always, always backfires. Big time.” Soooo, instead of doing some things I wanted a legitimate reason to procrastinate, I headed back to the credit union with David (who works there) after his lunch break, so that I could file a fraud report.

On our way out, I checked the mailbox, because I had also been waiting an exceedingly long time for a delivery that supposedly got here last Thursday. It didn’t, though, and the P.O. had no idea where it was other than “delivered on Thursday.” I emailed the company about insurance but hadn’t heard back from them yet. David wondered aloud if the missing package had included my credit card number with the order and was the source of the security breech. I briefly questioned the protection on this property if someone managed to steal something from our mailbox, but I figured … “Well, woe is them if they get caught for mailbox tampering, credit card fraud and insurance fraud all in one fell swoop.” We checked the mailbox, though, and, lo and behold, the missing package was there, adding to the surreal nature of today with things shifting in and out of reality. I continued to feel protected, but started feeling that eerie uptick of protection in which you know there’s something bigger going on. This was only amplified by me receiving a reply from the company right after finding the package.

I filed the report and got a new card with the credit union. Following the credit union, I planned to stop at the police station, but since I had another delivery expected today and wouldn’t be here to accept it, I mentally requested for that delivery to come “right after I get home.” I then wandered through downtown Goshen to the police station and filed that report, too. The policeman and credit union employee agreed that the insurance purchase might provide quite the trail to the thief. As I walked home, I meandered, stopping here and there to look at things or chat with people but while at the library, I got a very clear, “OK, head home now.” So I did.

When I arrived home, FedEx arrived within a minute with my delivery, which I brought inside. Then I looked on ShiftFrequency, and imagine my surprise to see a photo of downtown Goshen, Indiana, from the exact angle where I had stood on my wanderings, pondering if I wanted to go right onto downtown Main Street or just head left towards home. Here’s the video with that exact image of where I paused and took a mental photograph:

What’s even odder is that the video appears to have nothing whatsoever to do with Goshen. It just happens to include my mental snapshot as I stood feeling whether to go right or left to ensure I’d arrive home exactly before FedEx got here. As soon as I finished typing a comment on Shift Frequency about the synchronicity of seeing downtown Goshen on there right after walking through downtown Goshen on a layered synchronous day, David’s sister pulled into the driveway to drop off some goodies for me. I ushered her inside to verify that this was, in fact, downtown Goshen, with Routes 33 and 15 through town, the courthouse and the various storefronts. Indeed, she said, it was.

So, here I sit, getting ready for sessions after I purposely left clear (for some reason) the very late morning to early afternoon slots on my schedule. That time period proved important, but so folded in upon itself as to feel quite freaky even in my normally synchronous day.

Does magickal protection work? I’m inclined to take today as an affirmative response — with a reminder to add my debit card (as opposed to just my bank account, which to its credit, did refuse to fill up until the coast was clear). I will also add any out of town purchases or adventures into my intended realm of protection. I don’t know why I’m sharing this convoluted story here, but I trust there’s a message in here for someone.

This whole experience reminds me a bit of a hilarious (but not) blog post by Amythyst Raine-Hatayama. I could also summarize it by what the plaque in my office says:

When you’ve got friends in invisible places, sometimes Mischief Happens. Other times it’s all pixie dust, giggles, chortles and guffaws. In any case, wise ones won’t spam Amythyst Raine-Hatayama or try to steal from Laura Bruno. It’s just not worth the (double, double, toil and?) trouble. 😉