Blood, Light and Honey


My little brother believed in La Virgen de la Altagracia, in Jesús, and in his big sister’s Eclectic Witchery. Sometime back, he called me at around two in the morning. He sounded pissed off, but he was mostly frightened. He had just found out that someone he trusted very much had gone to see a Voodooist, who dabbled into harmful magic, in order to procure an estrangement curse.

The jinx was a nasty thing that called for broken glass, bark ripped dishonorably from a poisonous tree, stolen blood, non-polar chemicals… I understood why my little brother was scared.

I got out of bed and began preparing a protection charm with him on the phone. I told him I would mail it in two days time, but that it would be best if he cleansed his body and his place. He still had some of the infusion I made for him the prior Winter Solstice, so he used that on himself. “I don’t have anything to clean the house,” he said. There was panic in his voice. And at that moment, I felt something very ugly towards the person who betrayed my little brother’s trust.

“Do you have salt and cinnamon?” He told me he did. “Then you’re fine,” I said, and instructed him to boil 3 sticks of cinnamon in 13 cups of water for 13 minutes; to let his need for protection infuse the brew. Once he was done, I asked him to wipe the walls with it, mop the floor, put some down the drain, and flush the rest down the toilet. Then, he was to scatter salt around the four corners. Almost two hours later, he was in bed.

I was still up. My witchy cabinet wasn’t looking all that rich, so I raided the kitchen pantry and my closet. I grabbed the following ingredients:
- a jar of honey with comb
- my silver hammer
- my Dragon’s Blood palm
- my favorite black headscarf (it belonged to my grandmother)  
- my red and black power-tube-top (it makes me feel feel extra stunning and unstoppable)    
- a wand Mina and her husband made for me (I use it when I need a hand)
- a Baby Crow ACEO I got from Stacy (the black bird and pink daisies always make me smile)

I sat cross-legged in the middle of my bedroom with all the ingredients on my lap, except the honey. The latter, I held against my chest. After I felt that the honey had drank a lot of the wonderful emotions and power the rest of the ingredients evoked in me, I pricked my finger and let a drop of the blood that loves my little brother become one with the honey.   

The sun was already out when I finished the first part of the protection spell. I found a spot outside, where I knew the tiny jar would not be disturbed, and I let the blazing magic of the sun fill my charm with light.

My little brother called me when he received the jar, and said, “Are you turning into Papi? Buying people stuff they can get easier by themselves?”

“You didn’t eat it, did you?” I said.

“No, Brujita (little Witch),” he said, “I still remember the last time I washed my hair with something of yours that looked like shampoo.”

“Good,” I said. “Just put a drop of your blood in it. Think good thoughts, bright thoughts, happy thoughts, protective thoughts, play some nice music if you need to—my little brother wasn’t great at sitting still—and then put it under your bed for three days and three nights.” After that he was to bury the jar someplace where it wouldn’t be disturbed.

I brewed a great number of spells for my little brother over the years—mostly for cleansing, but there were other protection charms. The one above always comes to mind when I think of him these days. I’ve named it Pabelo’s Blood, Light and Honey, and will add it to my grimoire.

Two months ago, on February 28th, my baby brother travelled to the Summerlands, 10 days before he 26th birthday. I wish his Virgen de la Altagracia holds him in her protective arms. I wish he still laughs with his entire face. I wish he still remembers how much he was (and always will be) loved.
The strongest magic is empowered by symbols of Nature, love and trust.

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  1. Thank you for sharing this story with us! That sounds like a beautiful spell. It leaves the wonderful taste of magic in the mouth.

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    1. I'm glad it conjured good savory things. It does the same to me ;-)

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  2. Your brother's comment about the shampoo made me laugh. He died so tragically young and will be missed forever by his loved ones, I know. The wound is still fresh though now, isn't it? Only two months. Hugs to you.

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    1. It always makes me laugh, too. It was a really embarrassing moment for him, and I made sure to bring it up often and in front of girls.

      The wounds are fresh indeed. I have a feeling they will be for a long while...

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  3. Once again you have made my day by sharing some of your inner most thoughts. I am so fortunate to call you friend. Love you Magaly...

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    1. As am I, my dear Vickie. My Sirens are my rock ;-)

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  4. Oh Magaly, my lovely, loving girl - you ARE Magick!

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    1. Don't push it, Eliora, or I might start sparkling!

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  5. You honor and bless us by sharing this with us Magaly. It gave me happy goosebumps :)

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    1. I think remembering him in his most human moments will keep him with me for long, long, long time...

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  6. Thank you for sharing. It was beautiful. I about cried. :) <3 Your little brother already knew he was loved. Because he had you in his life. A bond with a sibling like that is strong and few.

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    1. I like to think that he did. I never doubted it while he was alive. Today, I tell myself that there were so many opportunities lost. But that's the nature of life... and of death.

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  7. The lovely part of you is shared by you and relished by me. I am re blessed today at the reading of your love and care for your little brother. Amazing love is powerful and to be honored. Oma Linda

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    1. Love is learned by seeing, and you are a great teacher, my Oma. I've watched...

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    1. You are loved, right back ;-)

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  9. Your love for your brother, and his for you, shines out so beautifully in your post, Magaly. I can only imagine how biter-sweet it is for you to share your memories with us, and I fervently hope that the bitterness of him not being here in body passes soon leaving only sweetness behind for you.

    I have every faith that your wishes are realities. Love is the strongest thing there is...

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    1. Of all my brothers, I was closest to him. Maybe because we were so wild, lived life openly, and were interested in being happy regardless of what others expected. I will miss him always. And like you said, I dream with the day when the pain is less and the sweet memories more.

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  10. Magaly, the love you had/still have for your brother touches my heart, and it is that type of love that the world needs more of, and it is that love that makes that spell so very powerful.

    I am sure he is looking down on you from the summerlands and smiling and knowing just how much you love him.

    Hugs & Blessings

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    1. I pray he is. And that he can see his little girl grow and become a young woman. And that he can give me a sign when I about to make a mistake. I wouldn't even mind if he laughed at me...

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  11. Magaly, you and your brother shared a very beautiful and loving relationship! You got me laughing about the shampoo! LOL! I can't believe it has already been 2 months! Sending lots of love to you both! A very special post!

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    1. The day of the no-shampoo incident was glorious. I made fun of him because of it until the day he died. You see, I brew my own douche, and well, you can figure out the rest lol

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  12. Oh Magaly. Your most moving and personal blog that I've had the joy of reading. I know the Virgin will hold him close. Thinking of you tonight.

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  13. I'm choked up...
    Don't know what to say...
    Thank you for sharing your personal life with us all...
    Love knows no boundaries...even death!!
    He lives in your heart and your stories..
    Blessings to you for this very special post.
    xxx

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    1. "He lives in your heart and your stories..." So mote be!

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  14. He is so lucky to have you... you sound so protective of him now too as soon as you believe that he is happy somewhere there. May it be so, Magaly.

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    1. If someone can find happiness anywhere, it would be my little brother. So I believe he is... ;-)

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  15. I love to read about your workings, they are inspiring in and of themselves. This was so much more and warms my heart. <3

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    1. A warm heart is a happy heart, and happy hearts share smiles, and you know about the power of smiles. So, yay!

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  16. Oh Mags, I just love you. That's all I've got.

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    1. And you are loved, right back, Danni. By the way, I was thinking about you as I set up my altar for Beltane. The lovely pregnant Gaia I got from you is displayed in all her green glory ;-)

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  17. Lovely brew it sounds wonderful and makes me think of magic, can't think why anyone would betray his trust like that he sounds like a great man. Hope he is happy in the Summerlands.

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    1. Magic has that effect on people ;-) I'm hoping the same...

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  18. The power of love is the greatest magic of all....
    ...you are overflowing :)

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    1. It is indeed. It wraps you in a shroud of light and it leaves you know that nothing can push you into ugliness.

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  19. Oh honey, this is so beautiful and you cannot imagine how wonderful Dan and I feel that you still feel the love in the "helping hand." I am wondering if you mind if I include this "Pabelo’s Blood, Light and Honey charm" into my own grimoire? It flows with powers of protection and love, and knowing it is your infusion gives it that much more punch. I will wait to get your answer.

    I have no doubt that not only does his Virgen de la Altagracia hold him in her protection, but all of your own energies are one with his still. We must believe always. Hugs and kisses, Mina

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    1. I just smiled because my little helping hand is sitting next to me right now. I was thinking... and I like having something smooth and powerful in my hands when I do it.

      I would be honored and happy if you add Pabelo's Blood, Light and Honey to your grimoire. My little brother loved to share (sometimes a bit too much lol), so it would make him happy, too.

      I belief... Hugs!

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