Million Dollar Spell
by: TALESNSPELLS
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The man who seemingly had everything was sitting across from me on my thrift store couch in my studio apartment …full of anticipation. It was probabaly only obvious to me that his tie cost more than my sofa. He kept coming back- I was never sure why -him being the embodiment of sharp dashingly handsome wealthy male existence- perhaps it was my creative edge that gave him a sense of hip and youthful zeitgeist. I knew I held his interest and slight power over him- and tonight I hungered for more.
It was always the same cycle of tangential relationship. My phone would ring after his string of all day downtown business meetings. “Hey stranger…” a deep seductive voice would reverberate from the other side of somewhere...... “Can I buy you a drink?”
Mind you it would be past my bedtime and I would fake alertness long enough to trade in my pajamas for some hopefully flattering outfit that I had worn out “with him” in my mind’s eye and auditioned in front of the mirror too many times before. Then I would jump on the elevator applying lip gloss all 29 floors down to the ground in the reflection of the equally shiny handrail. We would meet in a close restaurant at the bar- usually smoking too much, drinking even more- which resulted in me wanting more and asking for even less as we endlessly discussed our raison d'etre.
I truly believe that in order to attract someone, you have to have in your possession the essence of what they desire. He had never been too open with me over his “wants” but one thing that was a constant complaint (yeah, right!?) was that he could never have a million dollar net profit at the end of the year. Fueled by 2.5 martinis and inexplanable confidence in the power of my own beliefs, I invited him up for a million dollar spell....which I had no idea what it would consist of.
To make sure I had 100% commitment on his part, I asked him to take his pants off -symbolizing exposure but also a willing "buy-in".....(and it wasn't like I minded the visuals). The spell that we were about to cast, was that he would make 1 Million Dollars profit minimum by the end of the year.
Timing was perfect. It was the night of the spring lunar eclipse. I turned off all the lights in the apartment and lit three white candles at his feet to symbolize his full dedication of body, mind and soul. Then I made an herb and oil tincture that consisted of an actual dollar note (“may you magnify a million times”), "prosperity" and "high john the conqueror" oil. I said a prayer for him and myself ("may I get over him really soon") and anointed his ankles, wrists and crown with the tincture. The rest of the potion was wrapped in parchment paper for him to bury in his back yard where it would be brought to rest and to flourish.
The next morning I woke up to the leftovers of another night of heavy partying and the parchment wrapped spell sitting on the coffee table. It was finally delivered to him via the concierge of his hotel upon his departure.
I don't know if he ever believed in what I was doing that night, but I know I did.
And- most importantly-he did not make a Million Dollars by the first of the year- although he came really close by almost exactly the amount of my yearly salary after a huge year end raise- (Thanks, Universe!) He recently told me that he waited too long to bury the spell in the back yard but was eager to try the whole thing again.
I'm not so quick to pick up the phone these days-especially after 9 p.m. And that's worth more than a Million Dollars.
About the Author
The girl still continues to cast spells. She lives in downtown Chicago and is still looking for love.
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