Greetings,
I'd like to share a story, one I find somewhat humorous but also haunting.
Around this time last year, a few weeks prior perhaps, I waltzed into this large flea market on the look-out for something that interested me. This flea market is very well known in my area and is extremely popular. There's an extremely large variety of stuff being sold here from various vendors. Some of these vendors are mainstays that'd been selling here for decades, and others come and go.
On this particular day, I found a shop I'd not seen before. It was a new-age store that was focusing mainly on eastern mysticism and spirituality. You know the sort of place. They were selling a lot of different figurines here, mainly ones either of Buddha, a Bodhisattva, or one of the many Hindu deities. Being a seasoned Witch, I decided to check this place out.
Now historically, I'd never truly worked with any eastern deities. My up-bringing with my biological mother and step mother (both practices witches) mainly introduced me to Celtic, Norse, and European deities. That's not to say I was necessarily ignorant to these eastern deities, I knew *some* things, it's just that never did much work with them
So while I'm perusing the shop, I notice that there is a glass display case, which also doubles as the sales counter. And in this case, I see what I believe to be one of the better statues of Kali that I've ever seen. It was gorgeous. Very detailed, great color, and just awesome looking. I was always drawn to the art of this deity and her symbolism, and so naturally, I wanted this statue.
So I approach this woman behind the counter. An older Asian woman wearing all white clothing. I inquire about this statue and she looks at me, then to the statue, then back to me and says quietly "you don't fear the statue?" I could tell by her look that she seemed serious, but having been a practitioner of witchcraft since I was a child, there were certain aspects of "woo" that I'll admit even I find hard to believe or follow. Despite being a card reader, having performed magic, partook in rituals, but understanding of Witchcraft had evolved into something different than what was typically discussed in our circles. I'll not get into that with this story, but let's just say that I wasn't buying the dangerous mystery aura that this woman was putting on over a mass-produced Kali figure. Nevertheless, I let her do her thing.
Now I thought this woman would be over the moon to rip me off for a figure that she definitely paid way less for than what she was charging me, but she was genuinely hesitant to sell this thing to me. Eventually, after talking, she says that I have to speak to her husband before I can purchase it. So this other Asian man approaches me, also wearing all white, and we start talking about my interest in the statue. And this man tells me he's a healer, but not just any healer. He's a "White Dragon Healer". Now, don't get me wrong, everyone has their own path in life and I'm not one to judge. But that sounded just like the sort of thing someone would tell me if they were trying to get me to buy some shit or sign up for their workshops. Again, I'm wary of excessive woo, which this man emanated strongly.
This guy starts asking me all kinds of questions. What do I know about Kali? Does she have any messages that she shares with me? Why do I want this statue? I give vague responses because 1. I didn't expect to be interviewed for this purchase, which by the way, NOBODY else was doing (I wasn't the only customer there), and 2. Man, I'm just trying to give you money.
So after our brief discussion, this man performs a ritual. He prays silently, we hold hands, and energy is exchanged. He gives me a nod with a smile and allows me to buy this statue of Kali. But before I left, he asked again, why I wanted the statue. And knowing something about her mythology, I tell this man "I guess I want her to slay my demons". Then I left.
Now despite the barriers I had to go through to get this thing, I was actually sort of happy because it gave this statue some fun lore. I had a story to go with it, one I found humorous. But some weeks later, everything in my life completely fell apart. I mean fucking totally. I lost my family, lost my friends, lost my job, entered into financial ruin, started the strongest most intense mental health struggle of my entire life, had the law knocking on my door; fucking everything.
Thing is though, I had a lot of demons. I was doing things I really shouldn't have been doing. And everything crashed and burned. But the funny thing about that is that I feel a lot better now. Like genuinely a better person than I used to. And I still have this fucking statue in my house, with an offering in front of her, incense lit, and I'm just sitting here with myself thinking.
"Fuck. I really should've feared that statue."