There are nights where the inside of Me is angry. Dark and plan pissed off. Tonight is one of those nights.

I had a few hours to Myself this evening and needed to get a few groceries. After I had finished I ran into Barnes and Noble, got a Starbucks and sat in the corner with an arm full of books that I knew I had in My mind I wanted to get.

After sitting there awhile I was returning a few back to the shelve that did not peak My interest. For some odd reason I think Barnes and Noble thinks it is funny to put the "New Age" and "Christanity" section directly across from each other.

I am standing there minding My own business when this older woman turns to Me and tells Me that perhaps I am standing in the wrong section. I turn to her confused and turn back around as I am not sure she is talking to Me or not.

She then stands besides Me and looks at the books in My hand.

To ride a silver broomstick
Solitary Witch
A witches guide to spells
Wicca and the love behind it

"Those things will make you evil" She says to Me

I look at her books

How to be a good catholic
The truth in god
And of course the one that peaks Me the most
talking to the dead.

I simply smile at her and say, as I touch the talking to the dead book.

"And this one My love was misplaced and should be in the new age section. Have a glourious weekend."

The look on her face was priceless.

My advice. Accept those around you. You may be interested in the same things they are.

Blessed be,
Goddess Isis Moon