And This is Why We Do Conjure…

I got an unexpected text from Domingo Saturday morning asking me about breakfast… and needing to get out.

I don’t see him much, so I was happy to join him; I also know that there was magic to discuss because, well, that’s what we do. Domingo used to be a maker and purveyor of metaphysical supplies and I was an annoyingly regular customer of his years ago; he only ceased production as because health became an issue.

Well, he picked me up for breakfast and we got right to it. He called me because his house had been broken into, and he nearly was battered by the armed assailant. The thief and others made off with about $20,000 in electronics. While the police knew the assailant, and are after him, he hasn’t been apprehended yet.

So Domingo was asking for conjure help.

And folks, this is the kind of justified working we in the hoodoo and conjure know are called to do, and are taught to do, and are happy to do. A man broke into my friend’s house, stole from him and could have hurt and killed him. He deserves to be caught and stopped. Stopped hard, even. This is a job for the hell hounds, the harpies, the vengeful spirits…

Oh, I can sense your discomfort and your worry. But isn’t negative magic bad to do? Won’t it bring up bad karma or spiritual expediency and cause more problems for you? Shouldn’t magic always be positive in its intent?

OK…

I’m positive this guy needs to be caught and apprehended.

I’m positive my friend could have been killed when the assailant swung a lead pipe at him, and he will pay for that.

I’m positive the assailant doesn’t need white light and forgiveness — that’s his problem — the assailant needs to be put down and made powerless. I’m positive of that.

And I’m positive that my friend Domingo needs protection and a good safe life.

And I’ll ask you, all you who are afraid for yourselves of the ramifications of doing justified dark arts magic…

… who said any of this kind of work is about you?

Domingo and I first went to my home where I rustled up materia magica for a personal uncrossing bath (a Hyatt informant classic of equal parts mustard powder, baking soda, sugar, and salt mixed with water) and the material for a protection amulet. Then we went behind my building into the alley for a piece of red brick…

Then off to the Botanica San Judas for candles and Florida Water, and Domingo also picked up a Santa Muerta image to keep in his soon-to-be cleansed home…

Then to the Eye of Horus for some devil’s shoestring and to set up a reading for Domingo with Zack, the in-shop Thoth tarot expert and a no-punches-pulled reader who can advise on crime and justice very directly…

Then to the hardware store for spikes and Pine-Sol…

And to the cemetery, where we gratefully bought the graveyard dirt of two Spanish-American War soldiers – one of them a sharpshooter, the cemetery caretaker told us…

And now we had an arsenal of spellwork for him to do to rectify this matter.

Oh, hang on, you who are worried about justified negative work — now you want to know what I prescribed for him?

See? Look at yourselves.

First things first — Domingo is a longtime magical worker and maker of supplies, so there was plenty I didn’t have to tell him to do. And his personal troubles are none of your business — but I will say that spellworking, when it is multipart and complex, needs to have a coherent narrative structure. Too common a problem with new spellworkers is to do a lot of work, but then it splatters into ineffectiveness because the spellworker isn’t clear on the magical story they’re trying to tell with their praxis. You can do amazing multipart work to really pound in a magical goal, but it has to make sense.

No, I am not telling you what I prescribed specifically for Domingo. But I will share a few insights from the world of hoodoo and conjure…

The spirits that inhabit the purchased graveyard dirt are those of professional soldiers. Those spirits will protect Domingo’s home from intrusion because they have been paid to work.

Pine-Sol is a longtime traditional cleansing agent full of magical protective power. It cleanses a home and protects it.

The sentries of the home are powered by the Solomon Seal of Mars Number Six.

When you write your evils and troubles on a piece of red brick then throw it to the crossroads, it will remove your troubles from you.

Domingo is Pagan, like I am, and has personal gods and entities to pray to for help. But serving various magical communities during his purveyor years ingrained in him the power of the Psalms. So, Psalm 37 is his prescription.

So, as you can see, there is no negative blowback in protecting yourself and home — even if it means an assailant steps in goofer dust. This is what you step in if you think you can try to destroy my friend.

I told Domingo then that I would be away at a Pagan camp for a week and that I’d check back when I returned.

Later that evening Domingo texted. Not only was there a mugshot of the assailant (previous arrest) as a matter of public record… said assailant left behind a consumed cigarette butt with his saliva on it…

Oh… yeah… we’ll get him…

I told him to gather those concerns up bag them and stuff them behind the toilet for the time being. We’ll get to that when I return…

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