Smudging the Soul.

I recently had a little bit of a life change. I had a boy living with me for the past couple of months, and things began to change between us for the very worst. It got to the point where I was constantly walking around with a bad feeling about me, and I think it was that whole "sixth sense" thing, as I found out that I actually had good reason for the bad feeling.

So, last week, I made the decision to tell him to get all of his shit out of my place by the time I got home from work that day, and that I wanted that to be the end of this charade we were playing. I came home to find my apartment the way it was before he entered my life, and I let out a sigh of relief. On the end table were the keys he'd used for the past two months. I put them in my pocket because later on, I was planning to give them to the person that agreed to come by and walk the dog sometimes while I'm at work. That same night, the guy came over to meet the dog and hang out. We were drinking some beers, and during one of my trips to the loo, as I turned to flush and pull up my pants, the keys literally flew from my pocket and landed in the toilet. As it was flushing. I watched in disbelief. Mainly because a million thoughts went through my head as to why this sort of thing might happen. I think it was definitely a sign from above that the tainted set of keys needed to exit through the sewer pipes so that I could get a new pair for the life ahead of me.

I was telling a co-worker about this entire fiasco of the past week or so, and he shook his head, and he told me that my closure of the relationship was what happened with the keys, and that in order to rid my life of negative energy that the boy carried around with him, I needed to smudge my place. Now, I had no idea what this meant because I've never been the type to believe in spiritual mumbo jumbo, until recently. He told me that I needed to go to one of my neighborhood shops that carries incense and the like and get some sage leaves and burn them throughout every room and that it would take all the negative energy that the boy left behind and make it vanish from the air. I thought this was the best idea ever, and he swore it would work. So, I did some reading up on the Internet about it, and then after work, I went over to Crystal Blue in Little 5 Points and asked the guy behind the counter where I could get smudging supplies. He led me over and explained how to do it. I brought the sage leaves home and burned them over an ashtray as I walked throughout the house, lingering a little in the spots where the boy spent most of his time.

As I was doing this, I got mental visions of his face, and it was white and frightening, like a ghost or something. Maybe it was all in my head, but it was very vivid and made me feel a little strange. By the time I got through the entire apartment, I felt like a weight had been lifted from me and that I had finally closed one door so I'm free to open another, rather than just crack it.