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But don't let the Moon Phases hold you back: if the timing is not right, you can do the work whenever it is best for you. Pour the water over your head 9 times as you say the 23rd Psalm and name what you want.

Air-dry yourself and collect a basin of the used bath water, which now has your essence in it. Dress in fresh, clean clothes, carry the basin of bath-water to a crossroads and throw the water toward the sunrise in the East. Walk back home and don't look back. Each time, say the 23rd Psalm and name what you want. Many people find that keeping a pot of Incense smoking while they work increases their ability to break through into a spiritual space or magical way of working.

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Yet in November, after hunting for 11 days of the archery and rifle season without firing a shot, my buck of luck stepped out of the forest. Fortunate for me, not so fortunate for him. That day I'd been doing chores in hunting camp and was late to hike up the hill out back for what I thought would be a late afternoon of enjoying the sounds of the forest, which is typically what happens when I plant my rump on a stump.

Since cell service is spotty at camp, I was using the elevated advantage of the hillside to try to send a couple of text messages to my family to let everyone know I was still alive and had all of my fingers and toes.

Sometimes the cell signal comes in strong and the text messages sail out. At other times, like on this day, I hold the phone aloft, turn my body and dance around in hopes of finding a stronger signal. Thinking back, I had to look pretty odd standing atop the hill in my fluorescent orange fleece jacket with my arm extended like Lady Liberty. With that difficult task out of the way, I placed an old piece of tar paper atop a wet stump, sat down with my rifle across my knees and knocked together a small pair of whitetail antlers I've strung with a cord.

I thought my replication of the sound of two fighting bucks might pull in a curious deer. Besides, rattling antlers gives me something to do, and it adds to the illusion that I actually know what I'm doing and have some control over the outcome of a hunt. I'm guessing about two minutes passed before I saw a blur in the trees roughly 70 yards across the clearing from me and my heart immediately accelerated from 60 to beats per minute.

Red alert! As quickly as possible I loaded a shell into the rifle's chamber and raised the. There stood a four-point whitetail buck that had stopped broadside in about the only clear shooting lane on the entire sidehill.

Slowly I squeezed the trigger and nothing. In the excitement of the moment I had forgotten to take off the rifle's safety. On any other day, this would have been the time that the deer bolted uphill and out of sight, its large white tail waving goodbye as I sat cussing and discussing my crummy luck and inferior skills. But this was no ordinary day.