“Anything more or less is bad luck.” – My Grandfather
It is a funny thing, memory. I have been saying seven “White Rabbits” (see earlier post) for years only to write a blog post and find out from my Father that it was eight!
Now this is big news. What if I have been operating with bad luck for all of this time? What if he was right? My Grandfather was very superstitious. He wouldn’t pass on the stairs or seat 13 at the table, and he certainly would never have allowed his Granddaughter to say the wrong number of rabbits. What if I have been sabotaging my own efforts by lacking a rabbit?
If the rabbits are part of the story, what else have I been sabotaging without conscious knowledge of things? My reactions to grief surprised me recently. I have to ask what else is there in life that I just do, believing that that is the right thing? And how many things do I do without questioning why? Why rabbits? Is it really lucky? Or am I just enjoying remembering my Grandfather once a month and feeling a little bit connected to him? Did he know why there needed to be eight or was it something his mother taught him? Do lucky rabbits have a place in my personal mythology?
Yes, as long as my luck changes. Because what if he was right?
So it’s eight “White Rabbits” to you this holiday season then. (Good catch Dad!)
Ah, seven, eight, or thirteen… it’s about manifesting through practice… through ritual.
Some light candles, some chant, some make lists, collages, some pray and some dance with drums around a fire. Whatever brings your magic into the physical world through intention will work. The only saboteur is doubt. 😉
Eight White Rabbits to you!
xo