A MagiQal Life

I’m trying to talk my mother into buying a Saint Joseph statuette so that she can bury it in her yard to sell her house a bit quicker. Though, I’m unsure if I’ll be able to actually talk her into it. You see she views the Saints pretty much as she views Fairies ~ figments of a fundamentalist mind.

I still think I can get her to give it a try, but in order to properly convince her I thought I’d better look up the information on it so that I’d just say “it works”. So I got to looking… my first results were misspelled so all I got were pr0n sites. My second attempt only found home buyer guides selling the statues for $10-$50 (yes, $50). I did not think I could use a sales page to base an argument on, so I kept at it.

I tried newadvent.com (a handy catholic encyclopedia) and they had no mention of him helping to sell a home so I thought all was lost. I hit Google again, and came across Snoops.com, and of course they encouraged the disbelief.

What I did find was, catholic-forum.com. I’m unsure how accurate the source is, but they did have the answers I seek, and I’d certainly trust them over some realty site.

Catholic Forum had this to say;

The tradition has been traced to Saint Teresa of Avila who prayed that Saint Josephconverts, and encourged her Discalced Carmelite nuns to bury Saint Joseph medals as a symbol of devotion, consecrating the ground in Joseph’s name. Remember, also, that Joseph was a man who knew about moving on a moment’s notice (e.g., the flight to Egypt), and providing for a home for his family. He also knows what it’s like to have housing trouble (remember the manger? and being turned away from the inns?), and so is likely to be sympathetic to people with trouble getting or leaving a home would intercede to obtain land for Christian

And while no other ‘reputed’ resource seems to have this particular function for the Foster Father of Jesus, it does seem to make sense that he would, or at least could help with the selling and moving of a home. Certainly better then Moses, it took him 40 years to get a new home *smirk* So now that I know the WHY of it, I still have to figure out the HOW.

First, we’ll need something to bury. According to all sources, including the catholic-forum page, a statue, and not a medal is to be used. I’ve no clue why, but *shrug* the thought form guiding this endeavour certainly can’t be wrong, so a statue it will be.

Now figure out where to bury it… Most sources seem to point to the front yard (and under the sale sign, facing the home) though this response if varied as well. Personally I prefer the backyard, but this is not based on experience in the slightest. Others prefer one of the applicable cardinal points, which I’ll not bother lookig up.

Next you’ll need to know how to bury it. Again, most references indicate upside down. I guess that is get the blood rushing to his head and to give him a reason to hurry, but that’s just speculation. Other sources say he should be laid on his back/belly and face the house or the street. I guess just do what you feel is right.This

This step is likely the most important. You must now PRAY, and likely pay at least some tribute to this handy little Saint. All sources agree that is a MUST, well, I’m not sure all, but then, if someone told you to bury a saint and then not pray I’d personally assume it was assumed.

Various sites say that is should be removed once the deal is done (but never before) however not all sources say to remove it. I’d personally leave it there as a sacrifice… but what you want to do may vary.

I’m certainly not saying that Saint Joseph will help sell your house, but what could it hurt in trying, especially if you do believe in the saints? Even if you believe in God in general (bloody Protestants ) it would likely work, as Joseph should likely hold at least some sway with the big guy, I mean he was the foster father of Gods son after all.

Good luck selling your home, and wish me luck in helping my mother sell hers.

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Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day

 Is likely a rhyme one has not heard around these parts in well over a month. In fact, we’ve had no rain going on 6 weeks, and no one has heard thunder in well over 2 months. All that has changed today… 

It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old men are snoring

 We’ve had a half inch so far, and more thunder seems to be creeping up. With hope it’ll bring along a bit more rain, as the gods know we could certainly use it around here. Between the rains I managed to get a little outside work done, but after the rain it made the day not only hot as normal, but humid. I of course didn’t do all that much.

 Now, I pray that the rains stay, as there are people down the street with dry wells, and it’s only a matter of time at this rate that ours runs dry. I’ve called upon a few favors, but I’m not sure my pull is strong enough to solve this problem. Cyndi has been given favor as well, and we have posted for energies and suggestions from friends and family online.

 The drought in Tennessee must end, or our worries will be the least of the problems (for all of us). The late freeze, and the lack of rains is already taking its toll on the local (and even national) economy.

 Oh, but I am thinking positive, and when it rains again I’ll go out and walk in it, taking in some of the much needed moisture, and giving thanks.

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When my grandmother was growing up she knew everyone in her neighborhood (of several blocks). She also used to leave her doors open while they slept, and if there was every any problem people from down the street were there in moments offering support and various baked good.

 When my mother was growing up she knew everyone on her block, and she too left her doors unlocked when she left for a few hours. If there was a problem, neighbors generally offered a hand with this or that, and they were always on a first name basis.

 When I was growing up I knew the people that lived next door, slept with my doors locked, and had family stop by several times a day to make sure it was still there.

 Children today are growing up with the doors locked while they are home, have never met their neighbors, and are sometimes afraid to even go outside to play…

 Do you think there is a connection between the relative safety in today’s society in comparison with knowing ones neighbors? I’m almost starting to think so…

 Up in Michigan the guys across the street and I would take turns helping out the couple that lived next door to me. Running errands, yard work, painting, etc. Sometimes we got cookies, but we never accepted money…it was the neighborly thing to do.

 A few weeks back my neighbor had a stoke which placed him in the hospital. He is still there, and his wife simply has too much on her schedule to do everything that needs doing. Cyndi & I went over and watered her garden yesterday (which REALLY needed a drink). I know they would have done the same if the tables were turned…and we both would have done the same for a few other neighbors of ours (though not the morons across the street *smirk* ya just can’t like everyone).

 I know others that lend a hand with their neighbors, but I know SOOOO many more people today that don’t even know the people that live next to them. How can one claim to live in a community, without being a part of it? Hell, in most instances today, there simply is NO community. 

 I think all of need to set aside some time this summer for a meet & greet, with at least those that live next door. If you have the time, it would be a FANTASTIC idea to actually call your town hall and see about having a block party. The city will work with you to close off the street so that you can have a pot-luck! Go on, meet your neighbors…be neighborly…bring back the missing community our grandparents enjoyed so much. Maybe your own grandchildren can once again sleep with an open window…

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