I took a trip to the oregon coast last year to stay at a beach house with a friend of mine. I had too much champagne and I was a bit heartbroken, so I wandered down to the water by myself, wrapped in a bathrobe to let the sea absorb some of my distress.
I remembered a voodoo spell I had been reading about, where you throw roses into the ocean for a goddess named Yemaya, asking her for assistance with healing or cleansing. I stood there, up to my knees in the dark freezing cold water, watching the churning waves. I poured out my problems, and waited for some sign or some change of feeling. Nothing happened until suddenly I realized that I didn't have any gift for the goddess.
I reached down and yanked off my jade necklace and threw it into the ocean, and said-- it's all I got, is that ok? Show me that you can hear me!
Suddenly, a single white firework blossomed in the sky over my head. One of my favorites, with the wide circle of sparks. Someone must have let it off from the beach houses, but they were all dark, so I couldn't tell which one. No other fireworks followed.
So, the most unusual pyrotechnics I have ever seen have been from a goddess named Yemaya as a sign that she was listening.
As a side note a friend told me about seeing a fourth of july show in Alaska when she was younger that blew her mind. Apparently when the pyrotechnics expert went to light the first round, a rogue wind carried sparks from the first pile of fireworks to two other piles and set off hundreds of fireworks all at once in the span of sixty seconds. The crowd thought it was armageddon. lol |