Hubby and I, along with another couple, are going on a four day road trip next week. In preparation for this, I’ve made magickal mojo bags for protection for our vehicle, along with a stone talisman. I even performed a little ‘Vehicle Blessing’ that I’ve used for years. Yesterday I made a whopping batch of “Fiery Wall of Protection Oil” that I used to anoint the car and will use to lay down a line of protection around the perimeter of our Iowa farm (in-law issues, long story).
I love making potions. I feel like the proverbial cackling old witch bent over my proverbial black cauldron– which I really have, by the way. I love the good smells– and the not so good smells. I’ve found that there are some raucous nasty really foul smelling concoctions that pack a magickal wallop that would set an elephant on it’s arse. People seem to avoid this issue; everyone appears to think that all magickal oils and potions are going to look and smell like they came from Mary Kay or Avon. Well, I’ve got news for you…some of the potions and oils in my bottles I’ve had for years. Many of the bottles, and I’ve got a lot of them, are stocked on open shelves, covered with a nice little layer of old-fashioned dust, and look as though they might start perking at any moment. One of the tricks I use for my own oils– I never use up all of the original formula. When the bottle gets low, say an inch left in it, I create another batch, using the remains of the original oil as the ‘mother’.
There was one lady, somewhere on the internet, who was afraid that after her magic oil got so old, it would become rancid; and as she said, “We don’t want rancid oil!”…Oh, don’t we? The best batch of Mars Astrological Oil that I ever used was between 6-8 years old, discolored, and if you opened the bottle and sniffed, it would make your head spin. This oil would bring out the war hoop in Whistler’s Mother. It wreaked of the element of Fire and every ounce of passion that you would expect with it. From this old bottle of oil, the energy of Mars was peeking over your shoulder, breathing down your neck.
I know, I love all the pretty, inviting, prim and proper lady-like oils and potions myself– nothing like the smell of rosemary or lavender, rose oil, or jasmine. But I’ve also learned to love and appreciate those magickal oils that are there to do a job, not to look pretty or smell pleasing.
As far as I’m concerned, the foul smelling concoctions of witchcraft deserve some accolades and appreciation.