A beautiful night

Tonight was amazing, the moon at its crescent, a clear night with stars showing.. What more can one ask for a ritual night?
Especially when my alter is on a balcony in a inner city ghetto..

It felt more mystical tonight.. Has I place my blood upon my stones.. A circle of stones surrounding my alter cauldron.
Awhile back they were pure white, now they look more occultish. Brown with aged blood and oil covering them. They are a sort of connection to the past, a bonding of tradition that seen changed thru the generations and cultures before me.

I sat and meditated after my ritual to Belhpegore. I can sense a fulfillment of understanding. That I am connecting someway to those before me. From across the waters in the old country, to Egypt, to South America.. To the others who prayed to the old gods.. The key understanding is that blood, the sangría, is the foundation of it all.. Our ancestors understood that with blood was life. The human sacrifices, the animal scarifies, the self mutilation for their beliefs.. all for the purpose to spill blood for their deities.. Blood the currency of the spirit world, a substance of energy..

Tonight I read my homework assignment, and by tomorrow I shall do it