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Take three small jars and nine garlic cloves, and a number of thorns from a white rose. Stick the thorns into the garlic cloves and place three cloves in each jar.
Each jar should be buried within sight of a church porch while you say the Lord's Prayer.
The Broughton Fair Church
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Here is the Lord's Prayer in the Gypsy Dialect of Transylvania:
Miro gulo Devel, savo hal oté ando Cheros,
te avel swuntunos tiro nav;
te avel catari tiro tem;
te keren saro so cames oppo puv,
sar ando Cheros.
Dé man sekhonus miro diveskoe manro,
ta ierta mangue saro so na he plaskerava tuke,
sar me ierstavava wafo manuschengue saro so na plaskerelen mangue.
Ma muk te petrow ando chungalo camoben;
tama lel man abri saro doschdar.
Weika tiro sin o tem,
tiri yi potea,
tiri yi proslava akana ta sekovar.
And here is the English Translation:
My sweet God,
who art there in Heaven,
may thy name come hallowed;
may thy kingdom come hither;
may they do all that thou wishest upon earth,
as in Heaven.
Give me to-day my daily bread,
and forgive me all that I cannot pay thee,
as I shall forgive other men all that they do not pay me.
Do not let me fall into evil desire;
but take me out from all wickedness.
For thine is the kingdom,
thine the power,
thine the glory now and ever.
2 comments:
picture this, if you will: it midnight, but it is so bright, with the moon on the newfallen snow. two dark figures are carrying implements of witchcraft and excavation across the smooth snow to a soft spot of earth beneath a giant oak tree. the light of the church falls falsely onto quickly made rabbit tracks. in singsong, the Lord's prayer is lovingly recited in different ways. all the bad luck and misfortune is buried beneath the mother, in the eyes of the father. two lucky figures walk away from the sealed earth, finding beautiful gifts from the oak tree in their footsteps. so it has been, so it is, and so it shall be.
Ok so, I talked my little sister into doing this with me - and it was a blast. There is a little church right down the road from me, and I noticed that in front of the church was a little embankment that faced south. It had a couple of trees there and so the snow had melted, and there was a little patch of bare earth.
We went out there at - I think it was around 10pm. I figured if anyone drove by I was just going to wave at them, and if anyone stopped I was going to say something odd. Like.. Isn't the weather grand? or.. How are you today? or.. I don't know.. something totally irrelevant.
But no one drove by, and no one stopped.
The ground was not frozen - as I had hoped - and the digging was easy.
I read the Lord's Prayer (the english translation) and then after covering up the hole, I "hid the evidence" by covering up the disturbed earth with snow from the parking lot.
It felt so natural.. and so real.. and so good. When we were getting back into the car, I realized that I had discovered something true and real about myself - in my heart I am a Gypsy Witch.
My sister didn't participate, she just went with me because I didn't want to go alone. Which was really nice of her.
Anyway.. afterwords we went out to dinner and drinks (her reward for tagging along).
I had several "Black Voodoo Rita's" to drink which was almost as much fun as the digging under the moon. And luckily I didn't have to do the driving later.
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