After a long dry spell, my good and longest friend called me tonight.  We chatted and reminisced about a lot of things from our childhood and it felt so good to have that connection with her active again.  We tend to loose touch for a few years at a time and then reconnect… I’m hoping I can be a better friend and keep up with her more.

Anyway, my friend (whom we will call Ms. C) was talking about when she first moved to MD and how it was a scary time because of the DC Sniper.  As she was talking, the strangeness of that time flooded back to me in a wave and I suddenly understood some of the oddities that happened.

At that time (2002) I was living in Pottstown, PA.  I didn’t know anyone who was living in the Maryland/DC area.  Yet the story of the sniper was something that gnawed at me and made me worry.  I had a small group at the time that wasn’t a teaching group and I decided that we were going to do a spell to help catch the sniper and bring him to justice.  This was on a Sunday night.  The next day at work, one of the girls working up front came rushing back to say that the sniper had been caught.  My friend and witchy cohort worked with me and we stared at each other in disbelief.

As it turned out, the news was premature – the sniper(s) were actually arrested on Thursday of that week at a rest stop.  I put the incedent out of my mind since my subconscious now at ease.

The next year they announced that Muhammad was sentenced to death and Malvo was to serve consecutive life sentences.  My stomach twisted in knots and I felt physically ill at the news.  I couldn’t understand my connection to these men who had done such horrible things.  The only link (I thought) was that I had done a spell to bring them to justice… spellwork connects us.  At the time I wondered if his death would be on my conscience.

Talking to Ms. C tonight, I found out I had another link with him.  She had moved to MD that year and was certain that the sniper was going to be headed toward the county in which she lived.  She was right – Malvo and Muhammad were caught at a rest stop that is three minutes from her house.  I have had lifetimes of connections with her, my anxiety and nervousness were probably spillover from her.

My need to have the sniper caught, and caught quickly, had the benefit of protecting a friend who is like a sister to me.  In fact, in all ways but blood she is family to me.  We know more about each other than probably anyone else.

I am thankful to the multitude of Deities that have worked to keep her safe and I count my blessings that I know her.

I love you, Ms. C! =)