Went camping with young son. He was worried about ghosts. I said not to worry, I had a magic rock. (Took out one of the many pieces of Texas granite that I have on my altar storing up energy for just such purposes.) He said, “Can I trust you that it is really magic?” I nodded. “Believe me, son,” I said. “You have no idea.” He went to sleep with the rock under his bed. He’s at peace - and, he really is protected from errant spirits.
Reminds me of when I put blessed water in a spritzer bottle for my daughter with “monster-B-Gone” written on it in sharpie marker lol.
Belief is power.
That’s awesome:) Mine won’t sleep without his dream feather.
Magician dads>Normie Dads