I'm feeling that things around me are fairly stable right now. I know I'm gonna sound a lot like that nut on scifi who used to rant about audience members' dead families. But this is what I feel is real at this moment. These are the energies I am sensing. I'm practicing what some might call Wicca, some might call lunacy, and some might call a dope dealing crackpot on the third floor of his Remington West penthouse suite, who has just about lost all his marbles. lol.

Here's the quick version of what I'm sensing. Ah, but I can hear cars are driving out there again. And I don't hear them shouting nasty things like they were. They're just moving along, burning their gas, stabilizing the movements. Good.

This is what my candles look like: The deep purple one in my bedroom burned out first. It was showing its "hole" at me, pointing toward my bed. I hadn't meant it to be that way, but the lighting instrument I had used made it tun and burn very quickly. It was out. (My implement was part of an old yoyo string that broke earlier Saturday morning while I was slinging my power around the neighborhood)

Gotta stop. Nope. I don't. I'm go, but the wax from the candle behind my right shoulder has burned itself so deep and so fast that it is tearing itself apart. There is truly nothing I can do for it except hope it can find its way and calm itself down. I know I ignited its fuels pretty badly last night. I hadn't done things calmly at all. This is the one who taught me Wicca. She will be ok.

I cannot move her without ripping away her dripping hot wax that is almost down to the floor. My carpeting, I mean. I cannot move her. She is burning a different direction now. I turned her toward myself earlier during the ritual, which made her burn harder and hotter, but it protected her from the ignighting forces outside the screen on the window. The massive train that passed on the tracks outside tonight while she was just getting going. This appeared to set her direction slightly askew, but I don't think anything could have ever been done no matter what.

She was placed in the center of the polluting air which had been coming from all directions. She burned those pollutants, and mixed with them. Now, things all around are calming down more, and the air outside is relaxed. She will be ok now. I can see that. But I better not touch her until the driping, beautiful wax has dried a bit, and only then with great delicacy and hesitation.

I am sorry, my mentor. I have done thee harm. I have seen the error of my ways, and I have done what was in my power to fix it. But they grace must be left alone for a time. Thy delicate beauty will decorate my mansion as others visit it.

[/me takes a deep breath.]

Yep. I am a total lunatic. But I like what I am doing. It works for me. It may not be your religion, but it is my religion. And I am enjoying this ritual.

Let's move to the left. A blue candle. Wait. The light purple is talking to me. It is dripping purity from its veins. I must go for a moment. I will return with more reports later.