If We Dismantle It, They Will Come

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There we stood in a park in San Francisco, about fifteen of us circled around a large ceramic bowl on the ground in which we had written the things we wanted to see increase: more money for this, more power to that, healing for her, a better job for him. Interspersed among the slips of paper was a collection of seeds, representing the power of growth. Once we had raised energy for our intentions, we took some seeds home with us, to keep focused on the vision we were growing.

Rituals like this one can be inspiring and affirming, and most importantly, show no signs of going away. But at one point it dawned on me: every altar, bookshelf and windowsill in my house was now littered with sacred seeds and pebbles, fragrant bits of greenery, beads, pieces of yarn (cut from webs we’d constructed), half-burned candles signifying something, and other ceremonial souvenirs I had brought home. The thought formed unbidden in my mind: was all that growing and visioning still taking place, if I could no longer remember the point of each stone and leaf as I dusted it?

I kept quiet about my troubling thought, but like all seeds planted in the darkness it just kept growing, eventually making it hard to see what we thought we were doing. Then some unfortunate person posted a comment to an email list, suggesting that in response to the latest egregious corporate land-grab we should all imagine planting a forest of trees so thick it would trap the evildoers and prevent them from carrying out their scheme. It would be like in Macbeth, only with high-speed internet and better candles.

At that point I felt like the Lorax, speaking for all of the trees, seeds, junk and jewels I had collected in my house, none of which I knew what to do with after charging them with hallowed intentions and bringing them home. I spoke up: “I can’t believe you are suggesting planting another damn tree in the collective unconscious. How will we find a clear place to plant, with all the rubbish we’ve left there over the years? Isn’t it about time we found another metaphor for making things happen the way we want—like, for instance, pruning and weeding?”

Unfortunately my reasoning was lost on its intended audience, due to my strong, practically violent language. But thus began my own transformation from a ritual accrualist to someone with a tidier home and a different sensibility about magic altogether. I started thinking that perhaps the best way to get help from the spirits was not to construct a grand, visionary edifice for them á la Field of Dreams, but instead to clean the place up, invite them over, and see what they choose to build.

I didn’t throw out everything all at once. These were ceremonial artifacts after all, and shouldn’t just be swept into the dustbin without any thought at all. And while several items did find their way into the compost and trash, most were eventually set out under bushes and trees in my yard, residing there until they were carted off by activist squirrels in the neighborhood.

With the clutter gone, what remained in my home were things that did have special significance, and that I actually used. It took a while to get used to this new ritual aesthetic, but over time I feel it has streamlined my access to all sorts of worlds, and made my place a destination spot for helpful spirits year-round.

Now there is a comfortable clutter of personalities on my mantle for Samhain. That seems right—this is the ancestral mixer holiday, after all. Day of the Dead figures cavort with pictures of my beloved dead, the recently deceased get the chance to meet my grandparents, and there is plenty of food, music and candles for all.

There is a place for jumble and clutter, especially while everyone is getting along. But sometime in November there will come a day when it feels like the party is over, and it is time for everyone to go away until next time. I will relish emptying the mantle then, and will live comfortably in the silence until the Solstice spirits start knocking on my door and I let them in, one by one, slowly painting my house with colors and lights for a new year.

2 thoughts on “If We Dismantle It, They Will Come

  1. Ellie Di

    I never thought about this behaviour until now, but I actually seem to have an instinct for not accumulating the after-stuff of spells and rituals. I usually keep the “things” for about two weeks afterwards, then I toss or burn or flush or bury whatever I can/need to and I cleanse and repurpose the rest. I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem with having a bunch of old working material hanging around. Yay for instincts!

    It’s great that you finally realized that you were cluttering up your magical sub/un/concious with all the leftovers that were kicking around your house. We do need physical and mental space to do more and better work. It sucks that you got swatted in your email conversations, but it sounds like you learned a great lesson nonetheless.

  2. Brad

    I have found that most of the rituals I construct and items I make have a definite end of use clause. Many such endings are used for example untie each knot once a day and after the last is untied bury or burn the cord another would be to use a mojo bag until there is a sign of wear afterwards bury in a crossroads. There are lots of these clauses that either get edited out of a circle’s casting ritual or I find that coven members have forgotten that part. I also get caught up in the must keep mentality, so I’ve been trying to be more conscious of putting that energy back into the world.

    I recall a saying about an unburned candle holds its energy and when it can’t release it to flame will cause a hex or jinx to happen. I try not to keep candles sitting around in a holder and not using them. I’ve applied that to other magical items, I try not to let them remain unused for too long or sitting ready to be used.

    I also try to find time to review my book of shadows so that I fill in the blanks with observations about what happened after the ritual based on the letting the energy back or keeping it…

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