Another story I wanted to tell from last Saturday’s Magickal Fair was the way things I made found their new homes. I don’t put prices on anything. People would ask, “How much is this?” and I would respond, “However much you want to put in that box,” pointing to the gold box on top of the bookcase. It confused people, which was not my intent. So let me explain. 

First off, let me explain that when taking on the mantle of crone, I pledged to serve the Goddess. So I do readings, healings, and selling all by donation, because that’s the way I want to do it. In fact, I prefer to give reiki as a gift from the universe. I am in a position right now where I have everything and then some. It’s a blessing to be able to share and give.  

Most times, the focus of a product or service is on its price and, historically, price was equal to value. I don’t subscribe to that. Money is energy. Everything is energy. Purchasing something creates an exchange of energy. I am not the one who can determine equity. I ask that what is put in the box is based on need, desire, and the ability to pay. Next time, instead of desire, I want to say something like “and how much the object wants to go with you.” I never want someone to forego something of mine they need because of money. If all you’ve got to spend is $2, and you pick up something and can’t put it down, if you’re meant to have it, then $2 it is. I don’t want to see, I don’t need to see, because I know I am divinely guided and protected, and everything is exactly right. Oh, let me mention that inside the box is a sigil I drew the first time I put out the box, a large key that’s been charmed, a few coins and ones, and business cards.      

I get great joy witchcrafting, and even more joy when I see the glow on people’s faces. It is so rewarding. I get high just seeing how things from my hands bring joy. And even now, four days later, I can recall the look on a young boy’s face when he realized I was giving the shells away for free. I had collected them from the beaches I visited knowing I already had too many on the bus, but unable to help myself. So they went in a bowl and at the end of the day, only a few of the smallest ones remained. This young boy picked up a starfish. I liked the starfish, but my face didn’t light up when I held it the way his did. His joy fed mine. It was like that with travel altars, small besoms, spell bottles, and protection charms. I am happy to have made so many people happy. 

The money that I was given was more than I expected, totaling to a magick number, further blowing my mind. It has its own savings account and will pay forward my next magickal needs that when they leave me, will continue the energy flow.  

Did I explain that clearly?