Ugh... I forgot to tell this...
Aug. 29th, 2014 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serendipity8791John and I went to an occult shop last weekend, not the first time we went there, either. It's a tiny store with the right kind of vibe (the owner has been a practitioner longer than I have been alive and is a lovely and dramatic lady who is also a local TV/theatre/voiceover actress, I believe she voices Queen Latifah's roles in French dubs, and she's practically done it all, Rosicrucianism, Voodoo/Vaudou/Hoodoo, Wicca, Druidism, European Ceremonial Magic, and so on... but she wasn't there...).
So we're shopping, and these two ladies come in, one talking for the actual customer for some reason, being overbearing and commandeering, because the actual customer has a problem with entities and how should we get rid of it?
She goes on to put her foot in her mouth numerous times, not knowing what a pentagram or pentacle is called or that there is a difference but acting like that should be the only symbol that counts for protection against said entity, among other things. There was only one employee on duty, they were taking up all her attention, and I did not want to butt in, because it sounded important, even though it sounded like your run-of-the-mill territorial haunting or a construct made out of left over human emotional bad juju.
Basically the sort of stuff that I have been known to stand in the middle of the room, ground, center, call on my Matron goddess and other allied spirits for support, and scream: "GET THE FUCK OUT!" at it and it wets its metaphorical pants and scrams, before I put up some pretty sturdy wards.
But hey, to each their own, and not everyone has the Leo territorial assertiveness of being all "Who is occupying this territory now? That's right bitch!".
So, once they are done with their purchases, the overbearing one turns to me and says, in a self-important tone: "You're waiting to talk to me, aren't you?"
Me: Um, no... I was just waiting for you ladies to be done, as this sounded more important than my candle...
Her: ... *seems a bit annoyed that I don't need her assistance*
Me: *turning to the employee* I see you have Dragon's blood resin... I wouldn't need a ton, but, I would like a little bit.
Employee: Oh, there is already some pre-packaged, if you don't need a lot, it's behind you in the Voodoo section.
(It's beside a bunch of gris-gris bags which made me smile internally.)
Me: Oh awesome! I'll just help myself then. *walk over to the section and start looking for it* Ah, right there!
Overbearing lady: Oh, let me help you find it... *grabs second package* Here!
Me: I'm good, I already have some.
Overbearing lady: No! Take this one! It's more powerful! I'm a transe-medium, I know what I'm talking about.
Me: ... Fine... *take the package she's waving in my face without one more word to her*
I bit my tongue, but what I really wanted to say to her was: "So, you're a transe-medium, and act like you know it all, but you don't even know what a pentacle is versus a pentagram? You don't even know how to get rid of an entity? You're assuming I don't know what I'm doing, I suppose you can "feel" that too?!" And despite not liking to flaunt experience or titles, I almost at least dropped: "Back off, man! I'm a 2nd Degree Priestess!"
So we're shopping, and these two ladies come in, one talking for the actual customer for some reason, being overbearing and commandeering, because the actual customer has a problem with entities and how should we get rid of it?
She goes on to put her foot in her mouth numerous times, not knowing what a pentagram or pentacle is called or that there is a difference but acting like that should be the only symbol that counts for protection against said entity, among other things. There was only one employee on duty, they were taking up all her attention, and I did not want to butt in, because it sounded important, even though it sounded like your run-of-the-mill territorial haunting or a construct made out of left over human emotional bad juju.
Basically the sort of stuff that I have been known to stand in the middle of the room, ground, center, call on my Matron goddess and other allied spirits for support, and scream: "GET THE FUCK OUT!" at it and it wets its metaphorical pants and scrams, before I put up some pretty sturdy wards.
But hey, to each their own, and not everyone has the Leo territorial assertiveness of being all "Who is occupying this territory now? That's right bitch!".
So, once they are done with their purchases, the overbearing one turns to me and says, in a self-important tone: "You're waiting to talk to me, aren't you?"
Me: Um, no... I was just waiting for you ladies to be done, as this sounded more important than my candle...
Her: ... *seems a bit annoyed that I don't need her assistance*
Me: *turning to the employee* I see you have Dragon's blood resin... I wouldn't need a ton, but, I would like a little bit.
Employee: Oh, there is already some pre-packaged, if you don't need a lot, it's behind you in the Voodoo section.
(It's beside a bunch of gris-gris bags which made me smile internally.)
Me: Oh awesome! I'll just help myself then. *walk over to the section and start looking for it* Ah, right there!
Overbearing lady: Oh, let me help you find it... *grabs second package* Here!
Me: I'm good, I already have some.
Overbearing lady: No! Take this one! It's more powerful! I'm a transe-medium, I know what I'm talking about.
Me: ... Fine... *take the package she's waving in my face without one more word to her*
I bit my tongue, but what I really wanted to say to her was: "So, you're a transe-medium, and act like you know it all, but you don't even know what a pentacle is versus a pentagram? You don't even know how to get rid of an entity? You're assuming I don't know what I'm doing, I suppose you can "feel" that too?!" And despite not liking to flaunt experience or titles, I almost at least dropped: "Back off, man! I'm a 2nd Degree Priestess!"
