I was all set to write a post about how awsome St Expedite is. I was gonna post his picture here and gush about his speedy success. I was gonna go by a pound cake and lay it in front of his statue for him to soak up the buttery cakey goodness.
But I can't.
I was doing a spell for someone important to me. I would have liked to influence a person to get it done, but had no access to this key person at all. I find that Saints and spirits are good to rely on in cases like this. In this case, the job had to be done quickly and involved elements of prosperity and charity. Right up the alley of St Expedite. He has in fact worked wonders for me in exactly this kind of spell in the past.
I started to get a bit alarmed on Thursday, the day after the spell began. I had all the signs of a prosperity spell being cast on myself, which could mean one of two things:
1. Just from working with that kind of mojo, I picked up some good juju.
or, more likely...
2. The Saint could not accomplish his task so all the energy was just zinging around like a stream of water hitting a wall.
Today, at the very moment that the last candle burned out, the phone call arrived confirming that the spell did not work. It happens sometimes. I wanted to write about it because I think that too many writers on practical magick do not aknowlege thier failures, and that gives the impression that their magick always works. It doesnt. Not for anyone. If they claim that it does, than they are either lying or they arent pushing themselves to accomplish anything that wouldnt be accomplished without magick anyway. Failure sucks, but dealing with it and learning from it, is a big part of being a magician.
So Saint Expedite. No picture up on my blog. No gushing post about your effectiveness and fast action. No buttery poundcakey goodness. Not saying I wont use you again, you have come through too often for that, but I am saying that failure generates a reputation as well...