I reached out to Haures to see if I should wait or continue for his working/lesson to complete. He seemed amused by this, since I already knew the answer. He waived it off and wasn’t concerned.
I shuffled and drew. Balam.
I sent a feeler out to see what incense Balam would prefer (from what I have). He chose a patchouli stock and a Myhhr cone, both of which had purple packaging. I noticed it, but don’t know that it has any meaning. I had yet to formally call him, but he was waiting for/expecting my call.
I called him forth and read the agreement. He seemed like he was listening politely, but that most wouldn’t apply. Didnt make sense until we got down to business.
B: “I will grant it to you now. Those baby mice you found as a child, took and returned. The mother killed the one you held the most. Do you know why?”
(I didn’t know the outcome, but remembered the mice. I was 5 or 6 and returned them within an hour)
M: I didn’t know. I didn’t go back afterwards to try to make sure they’d be okay, due to my scent."
B: “Yes, your scent. Your scent was strong on that one. But only that one was killed (scent was strongest). You interfered with a natural process. Did you know?”
M: (The question irritated me) “Of course not.” (Does magic not interfere with natural processes?)
B: “(He smiled) It does. You wondered aboit those mice and still do from time to time. I brought you your answer.”
M: “Thank you.”
(He turned to leave and paused)
B: “Keep interfering.”
None of this was said or meant unkindly. There were other things going on with intent being pushed in pieces that didn’t make much sense until after he had left. The intents were a mixture of words and feelings, to keep it simple.
In one, he showed me the time, the exact moment, I found them and then an intent of “the powerful _____ the weaker”. I don’t know what the word was, but it was a mix of manipulate, interfere, interact, and subdue.
The next was where he showed me where I had held that specific one in my palm, when they were all in my hand. Right hand, middle finger. “Selected” came to mind, but not whether it was my selecting the mouse or something else’s.
The final words, “Keep interfering” had loaded meaning. It absolutely meant to keep practicing. It meant that we have to live with the unintended consequences of all actions, good or bad.
It also meant that to not, to quit (not on my agenda), means we’re just as vulnerable as those baby mice - subject to the whims of others, whether intentionally harmful or not.
Hail Balam.