It’s the night of the Winter Solstice. 39 degrees F tonight. I can see my breath in the air. It feels thick, as I move through the yard searching for my spirits marker.
I located her grave, wasn’t where I was initially drawn to. I was drawn to a section of vets, go figure. lol. Collected the white candles, set the new candles, reviewed the rit and went to town. Working the incantation, feeling her presence become stronger, I watched the light of the candles dance on the marker. there was a slight breeze, just a “current” of air really, like what you might feel when you open a door to a building with its HVAC system on, just the movement of air. I get this same sensation in my temple when doing certain workings. As the light dances and I chant the incantation staring at the sigil, there is no cold, the air is still, yet the flames are bent first to the left. I feel the connection, then. . The dog guy is on the path 50 or so feet away, his foot dragged on the pavement, shattering my concentration with quite a jolt. I know he felt that. Start again. As I watch the flicker of the light while staring at the sigil, I notice it become very consistent. Kewl. That’s what we are looking for. I’m thinking “I don’t care if the wind isn’t blowing, and the flames are steady as a rock, this is it. Manifestation. SWEET! I glance away from the sigil and the flames? Leaning, the other direction. The tips of the flames were pointing the to the right. To the right. I look at the unmoving shadow on the marker. Perfect. “Hi, Beverly. We gotta do this for 14 days. Yeah, I know.”