I have just had THE most trying 48 hours I`ve had in like..........

FOREVER.

 

Fucken hell eh.....what do ya say.........

Yesterday really sucked right, it started with the truck not starting, so I coudn`t get the girls to school, I couldn`t do the running around I had to do or anything I had planned. Instead of making the best of a bad situation, like I usually would.... I could of done gardening, had a bath, gone to the Circle, meditated, read, wrote, finished work stuff......

I`d rung Ben, he said he`d take me out in the work truck when he got home if he couldn`t get it started.

 No ,I became obsessed with starting the fucking truck.

 I`d go out, turn the key pumping the accelerator until the battery ran flat, then I`d come inside and do ONE thing, like the dishes or put a load of washing on, then I`d go back out to the truck and do the same thing over again. This continued all day, the whole while I`m knowing I`m obviously not meant to go anywhere and I should be doing something here, so I`d do another thing, to no avail.

I spent the day obsessing over the truck, until Ben rang and said he`d be home in an hour. I was happy to wait then, so I thought I`d start the fire, it was a cold day and the nights have been getting really cold, it`s time :D

Then I hear a "cheeping" and scratching comiing from the roof above the fire, right at the chimney. There`s a family of wee fucking birds living in it. I ring Ben, he says light the fire and smoke them out, I say not a chance, they`re babies, I can HEAR them and I`m not listening to them choke to death. He says - well don`t have a fire.

I want a fire.

I don`t know how to get the birds out of my fucking chimney.. I SHOULD be happy that the first fire of the year is symbolised by new beginnings, with a nest and eggs `n stuff, but noooooooo I want a fire.

So I get a heater out of the cupboard and sit in front of it sulking until Ben gets home.

Ben gets home, I race out to the truck and jump in it, I`m keen to get going, he says not to "put the bounce on him" cos he just got home, I get out of the truck, slam the door, pick up a SHOVEL and throw it at it and storm off yelling not to worry about it, I`LL WALK.

So off I go, like a complete fuckwit up the driveway to start the 30km trek into town, I get to the end of the driveway and realise I don`t have my wallet. How dandy, I turn around and storm back, like a bigger fucking idiot. I go and get in the truck and just sit there, feeling all sorts of stupid and even angrier that I feel that way.

I burst into tears.

Ben drives me to town, I don`t do half of what I wanted because I`m upset and feeling sorry for myself and just want to go home and crawl under the blankets.

So we get home, have dinner, Ben takes Dan to get Shyla in my truck, of course the fucker starts first go doesn`t it, I jump on the computer for a while and have a moan here about getting old. The boys and Shyla get back, Ben has a shower, I make his lunch for today and we`re all off to an early night.

Yay. I crawl into bed, Ben gives me a big hug and tells me tomorrow will be better, he ends up having me giggling, I relaxed about to go to sleep..... Little dog (that`s our dogs name) starts barking....and barking...and barking...and fucking barking. I get up and call to him, I yell at him when he gets on the verandah and tell him to fucking-well-stay, I`m not in the mood tonight....he rolls on his back at my feet and pisses on my foot.

That`s  just FUCKING GREAT.

 I go inside, run the bath and wash my foot. I get back into bed, snuggle into Ben, I just want today to be over and the fucking little FUCK starts barking again.

Fuck this, I get up, call him, bring him inside and put him on the lounge, yell at him to STAY THE FUCK PUT and stomp back to bed.

I get in bed, roll on my side and close my eyes, by this time Ben`s all but asleep, within 5 minutes he is.

Gemma (our other fucking dog) starts HOWLING. For fuck sake!!!! I YELL from bed for her to SHUT THE FUCK UP, by this time I`m fucking homicidal and I`m not going to be going to sleep anytime soon, so I get up and have a cup of coffee, I check out some stuff on a poetry site I`m on, and I chill out.

At midnight I decide it`s been quiet long enough, I MAY just make it to bed without BEING FUCKED WITH anymore. So I go to bed..

Bens sprawled over on my side of the bed, when he`s asleep he`s impossible to wake up and wayyyyy heavier than me so I have no chance of moving him, I wiggle in beside him and lay flat on the edge of the bed with one hand on the floor holding me up. I start pushing his legs with my feet...he moves a little, I get enough grip to push my back against him and he does the big roll over....

And takes the fucken blanket with him. I did mention how cold it`s getting didn`t I.

I try to pull the blanket over me which results in him coming with it, but at least I have blanket, then he lays flat on his back and bends his knees, lifting the bottom of the blanket up and cold air getting in, I try to wrap my feet in the bottom of the blanket and hold onto it, he won`t stop FUCKING MOVING AROUND. Then he throws his arm and hits me in the face...I fucken lose it, I hit him with the pillow and yell at him to stop moving. He barely opens his eyes and rolls away, again taking the blanket.

I spent the entire fucking night dodging flinging limbs and getting cramps in my toes from trying to keep the blankets over my fucking feet....oh and FREEZING TO FUCKING DEATH.

I finally fall to sleep, Ben wakes me this morning at 4:30am, I growl at him and roll over and go back to sleep....

Today has to be better than yesterday....

Doesn`t it?

 

 

 

 

 

I think it`s funny, well not haha funny but the other funny. IS there really another funny I wonder or is it just another thing that people say and don`t mean.

Anyway, the whole process of getting old. That`s what I mean.

I`m going through a huge transition "thing" and I know it`s because I`m geting old. That or menopause, they both lead to the same thing anyway..... getting old.

It`s the strangest thing, I don`t "feel" old, I feel wayyyyyy more experienced in life than the "young`uns" but in some ways so UNexperienced. I`m quieter about alot more things than I used to be. That makes me feel old, when I don`t feel I need to say anything, I understand but I don`t need to say anything to validate it.

It`s hard to explain, I used to want to be old and wise, to be the one who had the knowing look in their eyes, the one who nods understandingly and portrays most things without the need to speak.

A Crone, the absolute wisdom of life but the knowledge that every day is a lesson.

I think I`m having a "thing". I`m not worried about it, it feels good, sort of, it feels weird too. The self in my head still sounds the same, I just find myself thinking differently, I know I`m definately at the end of a stage of my life and at the beginning of .another.

Ah it fucks me......

I`ve been flat out working lately, AND I`ve got the inlaws coming next week! Bens parents. They aren`t staying with us, they`ll stay at a hospital close by the hospital cos Bens mum has dialysis every second day. Ben`s looking forward to seeing them, I`m a bit weird, but that`s cos they come fom my home town and "socialise" with my mother and sisters whom I have NOTHING to do with, to me they don`t exist, so to have someone from their "world" come into mine throws me a bit. Makes me think about them which only conjours negative feelings, plus I know the whole visit would be a hot topic at their gossip clubs. To even write as much as I`ve written about them now makes me want to cover the page with I FUCKING HATE THEM FUCKERS.

But that wouldn`t be very nice of me would it :D

Ok, so we`re getting visitors, oh and we`ve got Mardi Grass this weekend. I`m looking forward to it but not as much as I have other years. I`ll explain about that after I`ve been there and in a better mood or something.

I don`t really feel like tallking anymore.

See. I`m old. *sigh*

 

 

 

Ok so with a background on Lia and myself, Ganesh and Lia, mine and Ganesha`s "thing", I'll get on with the weekend.

 Lia came out on the Friday afternoon, as I said we hadn't seen each other or spoken to each other for over 12 months, she'd had another brat attack, but it was cool, this time I didn't contact her at all, she came to me which is out of character for her (she's a stubborn Capricorn).

 OH! I forgot to mention.... If you look in my pics you'll see the pic of the bracelet I found unearthed at the circle on Valentines day, which Lia had buried there years ago, I took it as a gift from the circle and put it on straight away, it was 3 weeks after that, that Lia first made contact again.

 So I'm wearing her bracelet, forgot to mention it to her, we pick her up from the bus on Friday, she has the EXACT bracelet on, she said she didn't know why, she felt compelled to buy herself a new one for her birthday!

 We get back to the house, catch up on what we've been up to, she's now a fully qualified body piercer, complete with an extre 500 piercings than when I saw her last (I also forgot to mention that when we met we both only had our labrets done), she was happy and we celebrated the reunion of Souls.

 We decided to go to the circle at dawn and begin our Ritual, she also informed me that she`d brought her GANESH model that she`d made for last year but for some reason had kept hold of it, she decided she`d throw it into the creek by the circle, I rolled my eyes and didn`t pay a lot of attention. She pulled him out and showed him to me, he was different to the ones she`d fashioned for years prior, this one was abstract, I laughed and said it looked like a big red penis. She told me to stop being so disrespectful, I apologized.

 The next morning before dawn, we were both busying ourselves, collecting everything we`d need for the circle. We had offerings and gifts, incense, charcoal, herbs and candles, eggs and apples, our crystals, books and a whole pile of stuff. As we were walking out the front door we see Ben "throne of Isis" ring on the ground that he`d noticed only that night was missing from his finger, he NEVER takes it off, we`d looked for it but couldn`t find it and in the end decided that becaue we were all back together he didn`t need to wear the ring.....

What a great start to our journey!

So off we trek to rejoice our reunion, give thanks and offering and do a cleansing Ritual.

And of course Lia brought Ganesh.

 On the way to the Circle I was telling Lia about the "tortured souls" rock, (it is a rock that has millions of tiny twited faces in it), we`d always stop and offer healing, leaving flowers or little statues to heal the pain that was so evident in this rock, I was telling Lia that it`s now half healed, there`s only faces on half of the rock now, the rest of the rock is smooth as a baby`s bum! So we stopped at the rock to have a look, I looked to my left and saw something white on the ground, of course I go and have a look, it was a scarab. True and for real, it was a plaster scarab! I picked it up, we looked around wondering where it could have came from, it looked like it belonged to a much bigger statue or something.....like.....an Egyptian throne perhaps....Isis throne even....it certainly didn`t belong to me, the only Egyptian statue I have is one of Isis by my front door, if it belonged to Lia she didn`t remember it.

Double Blessed! We found the ring and now the scarab! Things were looking good.

 We got to the circle, we fell into our old routines, we set up our Altars, placed what we wanted to be burnt into the fire Altar, Lia went collecting wood, while I cleansed and cast circle, then I lit the fire. I`ve always been the fire starter. Lia sat Ganesh in front of the Altar as well.

 We sat and meditated on the fire, I found a container that I`d left down there a while ago which is face paint, but looks like blood, I use it symbolically of my own blood, I`ve done enough blood rituals in my day, I`ve decided the way to go is with energy manifestation now, if the Goddesses had any more of my actual blood, they`d manifest with my dna I reckon!

 Anyway,I found the blood, so both Lia and I put some on our hands and splashed some into the fire, adding our essence to the Ritual, Lia cut two apples, which we ate a quarter of each, throwing the rest into the fire.

 We had a few signs, sounds and a dark manifestation that neither of us recognized, but disappeared as quick as it manifested, maybe realizing it was in the wrong place, who knows.

 We were so excited just to be there again, I`m sure a lot of things went un noticed. We were talking about the Scarab and its symbology, the Isis ring and what it meant, all of this before we`d even got to the circle. We were Blessed.

After a while, we looked up and here comes Bek trekking over the hill....with  a blue face...??

She gets to us, she`d covered her face in blue hand prints, she said she didn`t know why, he just felt like it, blues a Healing colour, so we were happy with that, she must be bringing healing to the Circle or need Healing herself, we were sitting with her talking about it and over the hill comes Ben and Nat..... they were`nt blue, lol.

 Ben and Nat come into the circle, Ben was more excited than I`d seen him in age, he says to me that I forgot something, and bring out Horus wrapped in a bag. (Horus is the baby owl he rescued a few days earlier, he ended up dying o we decided we`d bury him at the Circle). Ohhhh excellent! He lays Horus at the foot of the Altar and tells us to turn around he has something else!

 We turn around, hear him rustling about, he says ok....we turn back and fuck me he`s holding the HUGEST Frog Mouth Owl, I`ve ever seen!!!! It was JUST dead, like still warm just dead, it was laying on the path Ben took to come to the circle.

Lia and I spun right fucking out.

ANOTHER OWL. We were pretty excited, we all start talking 100 mile an hour, what does it mean? Ben brought it to us? The throne was Bens as well......woah, woah, woah......

 The fire picked up again which got all of our attention, we decided to offer Horus in the fire. So we bind him, Bless him, "do the do" and put him in the fire.

There was an awesome respectful silence while he burnt, no birds sang, no animals rustled, no trees swayed.

Complete silence.

And the most beautiful coloured smoke I`d ever seen in my life, we all just gasped and stared. It was just a waft that lasted for about 3 minutes but it was the most uplifting 3 minutes of our lives we all agreed later, I can`t even describe the colour, it was all colours but none. The smell was all smells but none and it left a sweet essence in the air.

 COULD we be more Blessed was the next question.......oh yeah......

 With Horus gone, we decided to put the big owl above the Altar as our protector, his wings on either side, his head proud, his eyes still alive, that freaked me out a bit, he had human looking eyes. Lia and I started preparing him to be the protector, smudging him through the smoke from the fire, the sweet smell still in the air.

We were starting to wear out, we`d been there since dawn and the Ritual(s) were taking their toll, we needed to ground a bit. Bek in her infinite wisdom had brought food for us, knowing how exhausted we get during and after Ritual. We all at and started eating the biscuits Bek had brought down, nobody talking, all eyes intent on the fire and what we`d just seen, what we could still smell.

 Then Lia says, "I bet that's what it is...the Circle is healed because we`re all here" (I`ve never had my girls in a Ritual that I thought could leave "residue" on them, not until they`re old enough to deal with it their way), "that`s why there`s so many catalysts, for the first time it wasn`t just "all about us", being Lia and myself. And that`s why Bek painted her face blue, to show us exactly  that".

 "I know, lets show respect to Horus and put our "blood" handprints on our faces." Lia and I smeared some more "blood" on our hands and put them on our faces, I put mine on Bens face also. No-one was allowed to use it themselves except for Lia and I because it had the will/energy of our Ritual in it now, but since Ben had brought such a contribution to the Circle, I used mine on him.

 So the ONLY hands that had blood on the were mine and Lia`s. The faces with blood on them were mine, Lias and Bens. My Soul extensions in this life.

 We prepared the owl to become the Circles protector, smudged him through the smoke from the fire. Ben climbed up and sat him on the top of the Altar, one wing spread over each side, embracing the position, his head downward.

Beautiful.

 We were feeling extremely Blessed, loved, protected and magickal. The experience was like no other.

 THEN.....

 Lia says she`s going to take Ganesh to the creek. She picks up her model of him, jumps, gasps and drops him. Moving backward looking REALLY fucking freaked out.

Well if it freaks HER out, I`m fucken SCARED!

 I amost scream WHAT????!!!!!!

 

She says "man...look!!!" and points at Ganesh.

He looks exactly like he did when she brought him down here?

I look back at her, she`s staring at her hands, then she looks at mine and starts crying!

What the fuck?!

I look at her hands, I look at my hands and I look at Ganesh...... I almost passed out.

He was the identical colour of our hands. He`d also been made almost 9 months earlier.

 During all of this Ben and my girls are just staring dumbfounded at us.

 Lia picked up Ganesh, holding him in her "blood" stained hands, looking as if she`s just made him, she looks at my hands, I walked over to her and hold Ganesh as well. Both "blood" stained hands looking as if they`d crafted him together.

 Get fucked.

 IDENTICLE colour. ......IDENTICLE.

 We always used to say that neither of us were complete without the other, Lia would look but I`d see, I`d listen but she`d hear.

 I`d refused to honour Ganesh or make a statue of him, Lia had made the statue - we both had the blood on our hands.

We stood there holding Ganesh in both our hands, in absolute awe.

We`d both made him, we had the blood stains to prove it.

 The silence came back, both Lia and I had tears streaming down our faces, it was one of THE most Blessed  humbling experiences we`d ever felt.

Ganesh had come to me.

 We stood there for so long staring at our hands and at Ganesh, trying to process what had just happened and the events that had led to it.

Ben and the girls were still silent, absolutely gaping at us by now.

 Lia and I then took Ganesh down to the creek to throw him in, Lia said that I should throw him since I`d never done it before and he had chosen me to worship him. We got to the creek, there was ONE blue lilly on the pond, which is where I threw the statue.

 We walked further along and found a "mini waterfall" which Lia sat one of her crystal in, well she got me to put it in it cos she was too scared to walk along the branch, I washed my hands in the running water while I was there, feeling absolutely at peace and cleansed. I teased Lia for being a sook about it, so she defiantly starts walking along the branch ...yep you guessed it, she fell in.

 We laughed so much we ended up bawling our eyes out, so overwhelmed by the whole mornings events.

We trudged back up the hill in silence to the Circle where Ben and the girls were sitting waiting, still looking dumbstruck.

I walked over and sat next to Ben, not saying anything, too overwhelmed to even speak anymore, the look in his eyes telling me he was totally blown away, my girls minds processing what they`d seen and heard in their own time and way. Lia sat on the ground infront of the Altar just gazing up at the Owl.

 I asked Ben if he could pass me the drink bottle, feeling really thirsty, he put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and said "not until I ask you to marry me first" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 My girls started cheering, Lia started laughing and I started crying AGAIN!

 Of course I said YES.

 We all made our exhausted way back to the house, leaving most everything we`d taken to the circle, there, nobody speaking, everybody just taking in the events of the morning.

We got to the house, the girls went quietly to their rooms and started painting, Lia fell onto the lounge and was asleep before he hit it, Ben and I went to bed, both asleep within minutes. We all slept till well past 7pm.

 Worth mentioning about the mornings events as well..... Lia and I went down to the circle at about 5am, the girls and Ben turned up at what we thought would have been... say.....9am.....we would have headed back to the house around....12pm at the latest?

We walked in the door at 3:30pm.

 The rest of the night was a blur, trying to get our heads around things that had happened, working out the symbology of things, me dealing with Ganesh showing me without a doubt that I was graced by Him.

 The next morning I woke up, a "born again" Ganesh worshipper, promised to Ben, my absolute Soul mate to be married, never feeling more Blessed in my life and in comes Dan and Shyla (Dans girlie), they sit on the end of my bed, looking more than a bit nervous.

Ok. What? I sigh.

We`re having a baby, Dan says.

 I started crying again.

I`m in a bad mood, not outwardly but inner. I know this because I`m being critical, I never do critical, there`s enough critics in the world, I prefer to be part of my own minority mind set.

Every blog I`ve looked at today is showing problems, people aren`t happy, I`m sitting here tapping my foot impatiently waiting for pages to load and I can feel my inner rage growing, and for no particular reason.

I`m still trying to write the Ritual, I didn`t realise how many things from the past contributed to it, I didn`t realise how many times I`ve been Blessed in the past either, the knowledge I`m drawing on to tell this story is my own, I`m looking back through my Books of Shadows, using them as reference materials, quite impressed at the life I`ve lived as a Witch, and the things I`ve seen and done and been Blessed with.

If I just wrote the Ritual out, nobody would understand a word I`m saying, and it seems every single thing I talk about has a reference point from the past that needs explaining. I`m definately starting a new book with this shit once I`ve got it sorted, right from the beginning.

My thoughts are all over the place today.

I`m really pissed off with some shit that going on with my girls, they`re having trouble on the bus. There`s a boy that`s a few years older han them calling them names. I don`t ever call names, I think it`s degrading to yourself, so my girls know if someone calls them a name, the person has way more problems than them, so let it go, they`re only trying to make someone feel worse than them.

Which is cool, until my girls get off the bus in tears after being called sluts. Sluts for fuck sake. They`re 10 and 12. This kid has it in for them, the reasons only he knows, if he even does. I can imagine the kind of father he has though, I`m guessing his mum has a really hard time. I`m guessing he`s having a hard time as well, expressing himself so badly, BUT enough is enough. When my girls cry, it always ends badly.

I`ve been thinking about it for a few days, what I`d like to do is meet this kid at his bus stop and terrorise the fuck out of him- I can be pretty intimidating when I need to be, but then that`s only because I feel badly about what he`s done to my girls, so I want him to feel worse, thus cycle continues. He`ll never know any better.

I`ve told the girls for now to ignore him, I`ve put a cloak of invisibility around him, so to them he doesn`t exist. That will work for a while, and I`m hopiing he`ll get over his obsession with taking his troubles out on my girls. If not, things could get ugly, especially if this mood doesn`t crack.

I could go and see his parents, that could jump two ways, with them being defensive, then it`s just a waste of everyones time or with them taking their guilt of conditioning their child to act like this out on the child which will only succeed in making the child more offensive to the world. He`s got enough problems.

I`m sick of thuggery. I was raised by  thugs and I refuse to resort to the ways, reactions out of anger get nobody anywhere, ever.

It is never acceptable to make another being feel irrelevant or intimidated. Ever.

I dunno, it`s wearing me out, it`s wearing my girls out and there will come a point that they either crack and respond badly or I do, neither paints a pretty picture.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, it`s time for a bath and meditate I think.

Isn`t venting the greatest :D

 

 

Ok, so I have to backtrack to explain the symbology the owl holds for Lia and I.

Around 3 years ago, Lia had been down at the Circle on her own, she`d only been gone about 15 minutes before she came rushing back in the door, grabbing me saying "mannnn you GOTTO see THIS!!"

I follow her out the front door and we head in the direction of the Circle, as fast as we can without breaking into a run, with Lia panting "I didn`t touch A thing, this is exactly what I walked into!"

We stopped just before the Circle and Lia points excitedly at a pile of "something" laying on the ground infront of the Altar.  I was absolutely mesmerized with disbelief, I couldn`t take my eyes off the pile realising what it was. All I could do is look back at Lia and say "you`re fucking kidding me....."

It was a dead Frog Mouthed Owl.

A few weeks earlier we`d gone through a massive Spiritual journey, which again almost sent us insane,(seems to be a regular occurance doesn`t it)

The outcome of that journey leaving us with the Owl becoming a messenger from the Goddess, and there we stood facing our Sacred beautiful Altar with a manifestation of our Goddesses showing us their presence through the Owl.

Presenting themselves to us, SHOWING themselves.

Kali  representing Death and Rebirth, Isis with her wings, the absolute knowledge and wisdom of the Crone laying at the feet of Hecate! (The Altar belongs to the Great One) How fucking Blessed were we!!!!!!

Our next challenge was, what to do with it?

With Kali being my dominant Goddess, I honour her with skulls, so it seemed appropriate that I take the head, with Isis being LIa`s dominant Goddess, she`d take the wings.

Who was gunna carve it up?

Ooookay, lets get it taxidermied.

Yep, that`s what we`d do....

have it stuffed. *nods*

With that settled and feeling like the most Blessed Witches on this planet, we went for a walk down to pay homage to Bast, (there`s a boulder half way up the hill that looks like a huge Lioness head, we worship Bast there.), we spent some time down there, then headed back to the circle, back up the track that we`d taken down there.

Almost to the top of the hill, we both stopped at the same time, staring in utter disbelief at the same spot on the ground, both saying in almost perfect unison "get fuuuuucked.........."

I had one whole second where I actually felt scared I was so overwhelmed. On the ground, at our feet was a pile of feathers, that WEREN`T there on the way down, in the middle of the pile of feathers layed a fucking FROG MOUTHED OWLS HEAD AND BOTH WINGS.

I think if we were as close to insanity as we`d oreviously thought ourselves to be, we would have toppled clean over the edge. We stood there for a good five minutes just gaping at each other, then I picked up the head, Lia picked up the wings and we walked back to the Circle in a stunned silence.

Me carrying the head i`d wanted, Lia carrying her wings.

We collected our Owl for "stuffing" on the way and headed back to the house, now in a dumbfounded silence. We got back to the house, examined our "gifts", deciding the best course of action to take about the Owl.

WHO would stuff it?

Lets just keep the bones.

Yep, just let it decay away and the Sun bleach the bones and have it mounted.

THAT`S what we`d do.

HOW? I owned 13 cats at that time, we`d just had another litter, so we couldn`t just leave it laying around.

Hang it in the tree, better yet, hang it in a tree in a plastic bag. They don`t disinigrate, it`d be perfect.

We`ll hang the dead Owl in a plastic bag from a tree in the front yard for a few weeks, then when it was all decayed away we`d put the skeleton out to dry.

Indeed.

3 weeks later, after the cats had been jumping at the bag day in and day out, climbing the tree trying to reach the Owl in the plastic bag, which wasn`t going to disinegrate, that now had holes in the bottom of it, we noticed a kind of goo dripping thickly from the bottom of the bag, leaving a pile of ooze on the ground below it, that my cats were feasting on, we realised that probably wasn`t one of our better ideas.

I know, it`s so many kinds of wrong isn`t it.

Back to the now though, the night before THE Ritual, Lia and I were telling Ben about the whole incident, laughing in the end at our stupidity and surmising on what we should have done with the Owl.

Ok, so that`s us with the Owl.....

Now THE Ritual.