So yesterday I decided to try that protection prayer thing everyone’s talking about before my tarot session. Honestly? I almost skipped it because I was impatient to just shuffle the damn cards. But then I remembered that weird energy drain I felt last time – like someone sucked the life outta me for three days straight. Yeah, no thanks.
Grabbing My Stuff & Setting Up
First, I cleared my tiny apartment desk – shoved the coffee mugs and unpaid bills to the floor. Dug out my purple cloth (that frayed one from Etsy), slapped it down crooked. Lit this janky lavender candle I found at Dollar Tree. It kept flickering like it was possessed already – not helpful for the vibe.
Actually Doing the Prayer Part
Sat cross-legged on my lumpy carpet and closed my eyes. Felt silly whispering to an empty room, but here’s basically what I mumbled:
- “Shield me from bad juju” – because “negative energy” sounds too fancy
- “Keep creepy spirits out” – straight up, no sugarcoating
- “Only good vibes allowed near these cards” – waved hands over the deck like swatting flies
Didn’t time it, but my knees started aching after two minutes so I quit. Sprinkled salt around the cloth because TikTok said so – now my floor’s crunchy.
Did It Even Work?
Shuffled the deck expecting fireworks or angels singing. Nothing. BUT halfway through pulling cards about my crappy love life, that candle smoke stopped wiggling sideways and went straight up. Weirdly calm. Normally I’d feel drained after 10 minutes, but this time? Finished the whole spread without wanting to nap on the floor. Even pulled The Tower card – usually freaks me out – and just went “meh, whatever.”
Gonna keep doing this. Not ’cause it’s magical – more like wearing a seatbelt. Might not stop every crash, but feels dumb not to try. Plus, that salty floor? My cat licked it. Bonus entertainment.
