We all know someone who is magickal in some sort of way. They do magick without having any pantheon, spirit guide or ritual of any kind.
One such person was my maternal grandmother. She was a wise and loving old woman, always ready to help me and my brothers into some sort of mischief. She also was there to ease our colds, remove splinters and be a healer for four somewhat rambunctious boys.
When one of us would get a wart, she would take us into her room and look intently at the wart, pinching it lightly. She would then look us straight in the eyes and forcefully say, "This is my wart now. I just bought it. Give it to me! It's mine!"
Then she would hand us a quarter and warn us not to go looking for the magic wart-jar! If you find it, she said, all the warts in the jar will jump out and get you! You'll be covered with warts!
Curiously, she always gave us clues as to the jar's location. That got us looking everywhere for that jar and distracted us from wanting to rush out and spend our wart-money.
She did many other bits of magick, cooking great meals when there was seemingly nothing to eat, knowing where to find herbs and edibles in the woods, telling us fables to help us off to sleep. Her magick was a good, strong and loving force in my early life. She lives on in my memories and in my appreciation for nature and its wonders.
And the warts always went away!
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