This is intended as a series, we'll see what happens! The series subject: how this magical-sacred arts-sorcery stuff actually plays out in real life. I woke up thinking about the Shiva Temple in Golden Gate Park in the early 90's, which made me think of my bell...which brings us to the semi-sad tale below. Enjoy!
So at one point about 25 years ago I fell hard for a young lady.
All the signs clearly said ‘you are out of your fucking mind’, and I was, so I ignored them. Naturally.
Things went from awesome to weird to crazy to insanely bad at lightning speed. I was really caught up, a total fucking mess. Tormented like only the young can be tormented (I pray it’s a youth thing, I really don’t ever need to do that part again!).
About three months into our catastrophe, it all went even further south. We had a date, but she didn’t show. Hours later I knew she’d gone off to be with her ex- they were even more tangled up that she & I were.
I was wretched, but decided to be logical- I had no way to really know that she was off with him. So I told myself out loud: “she could have just been caught up somewhere”.
Ping! The fifth string on my acoustic guitar snapped, where it was propped up in the corner. This is a bit odd, as you know if you play guitar…but not conclusive.
“It’s just a fucking coincidence!” I shouted out loud, desperate for reassurance. Ping! There went the sixth string!
I hopped on a bike and and pedaled fast through the night towards the Shiva Temple in the park were I did a lot of my work.
“I’m just tripping out”, I told myself, and a piece of the bike came loose, jammed the front tire, and I went over the handlebars. Man, I thought, I am so screwed.
I got the bike back together, and made it the the Temple.
Talked to Shiva, lit some incense, asked for help & guidance. Sat there, smoked, probably cried.
A clear voice in my head: “Do you want to trade?”
Voice: ”We can trade, you can be done with it”
The moon peeked through the clouds, and there was this beautiful brass bell right on top of the stone. No way I could have missed seeing it before.
“So if I take the bell, you take all this fucked up scene-energy-bad chemistry-whatever it is?”
The Voice said “Yes”.
I picked up the bell, and said “all right, you have a deal”.
It wasn't quite done, but within a day or two it was over.
I still have that bell on my altar.
Aidan Wachter, 2015