So the other day I came home from work, and Iâm pulling my tips out of my pockets so that I can change into my pajamas for the evening. Its then that I feel suddenly compelled to put the $5 into the offering bowl on not mine, but my wifeâs altar. (I follow the celtic pantheon, she the egyptian). So I toss it up there and take off my pants before I think: Since when do I put money in an offering bowl without contemplating the reasons behind it. I take it back out and glance at the bowl suspiciously.
It is at this moment I get the strong sense that someone would like me to offer them the five bucks. Knowing a bit about shady spirits or deities with whom I may not want to associate, I say, âI donât offer anything to anyone unknown.â It was then I did a tarot draw, asking who this entity was and why the hell they need my $5.
The reading was The Page of Cups, Death, Ace of Swords with a bonus card (stuck to the ace) of the 7 of cups. To me the reading wasnât very clear and the 7 of cups made me feel as though the entity was either lying or withholding information. I declined to offer. I also had my wife pull a three card draw (in case my deck wasnât clear enough or whatever) and from her oracle deck she pulled: Resistance, Gift, and Sleep. I suspect whomever was resistant to answer the question twice, wanted the gift and that I should sleep on it. Cue 3 nights of stress dreams.
The first two were about my Exes. Thatâs fine, Iâve had a fair amount of emotional trauma from them so I assumed it was just that part of my life being processed by my brain. The last dream was work-ish related where I picked up a second job (in addition to my full time regular one) in which I was working in a fast food restaraunt whose main export was churros. Delicious right?
Well it was my first day. And I was alone. And I didnât know how to make a churro. Nor work the register. Eventually crew members sauntered in to help, thank god.So I was shown how to use the register and how to make churros by a baffled team who couldnât understand how I didnât get trained.
Then I take a customers order.
The man has brilliant light blue eyes like the sky, a dusting of a silvery beard over his cheeks and jaw, a cute button nose with pink cheeks and a horse shoe ring of short but wild white hair around his head. The man proceeds to tell me with the most intense unblinking stare he can give than he doesnât have a lot of money but he REALLY needs, and I quote, âThis kind of meal right now.â I ask him how much money he has. You guessed it.
In the dream I donât think anything of it and leave a co-worker to figure out how to find him a combo meal for $5 while I cook it up. Except the flat top isnât in. Fine Iâll use the grill. Throw meat on grill. Come back and its covered in gooey black melty crap. Someone had left ALL the black plastic utensils ON TOP OF THE GRILL. It was a hot mess. I donât know how to clean up melted plastic off a grill. And all the while, 5 bucks is waiting for his meal. Then I wake up.
So witchy tumblr, I need to know. WHO THE FUCK IS $5?
If it helps Iâve been searching for a deity to add to my main worship that deals with the dead specifically. I donât know if this is one who does or one who is taking advantage of the knowledge that Iâm looking.
