The Mother seeks balance in all things, she seeks an equilibrium in which all get what they need, but none too much or too little. Yet some of her offspring crave excess. They crave the lassitude that bedfellows lush fecundity. But abundance is a curse. There are finite limits to quantitative goodness. The medicine transmutes to poison with just a single added drop. Too many children and you can’t feed them. Too much fruit on the trees and you’ll drive prices down, suffer rot. Too much joy and you’ll cease to feel it. Too much and you want more: an insatiable mouth, open and ever seeking, never appeased.
Too much for one, means too little for another.
The pomegranate flouts The Mother’s scales, weighs heavy on her right side. Whispers “I am a blessing” and entices with bejeweled innards. Should you for whatever perverse reason, desire abundance, here are some spells.
Fertility: Cut a pomegranate into seven segments. Eat the seeds from one segment every day for seven days. Keep your right hand on your womb or testicles as you eat. I would pair this with visits to a fertility specialist and frequent sex. In fact, painting a sex partner with juice from one of the seven segments or sharing seeds from each segment can increase the potency of the magic. Fertility doctors are necessary due to the pomegranate’s tendency to over provide. You may end up with a something more akin to a legion than say… twins.
To accumulate an abundance of lovers: Note this spell increases your attractiveness in general, people may notice you who didn’t before, but it does not attract the unwilling to you. Spells of that nature tend to end in tragedy and are a waste of time and resources. Plus it’s creepy, forcing someone to fall in love with you. We don’t really approve. Take heed, though, an abundance of lovers is quite a time commitment and generally involves a web of lies. We don’t foresee a long life for those thus engaged. Also there’s syphilis et al.
Take the juice of one whole pomegranate and mix it with either semen or vaginal fluid. Smear it all over your body, reserving a small vial. Thus painted with erotic fluids, dance under the new or waxing gibbous (but no later than half) moon to the music of the night. The spell will last until the next moon cycle starts. The vial can be worn around the neck or put in a pocket for an extra boost or when the original spell as worn off. It’s not as strong, but works in a pinch.
Financial: Crush dried pomegranate rind together with bay leaves. Write your financial goals on a scrap of paper, tear it up and add it to the herb and skin mixture. Set it on fire and keep the ashes in a large jar. Repeat every three months until the jar is full. When it’s full, bury it with the lid of the jar pointing north, or on the north side of your property if you have property. There is generally a price to pay for these kinds of spells… so before you begin the endeavor, ask yourself, is money worth a blood sacrifice? Casualties are inherent in wealth accumulation.
Knowledge: This one is risky, acquiring too much knowledge too quickly is a shortcut to a long stay in an asylum, but if you must… For this spell to work a ripe fruit must be plucked straight off the tree. Lie with your head on the gravestone of an academic, the smarter the better. Must be under a starry sky. With your fingers, peel and tear apart the pomegranate, let the juices run over you as you eat and watch the night pass by. Each seed contains a truth, and by morning you’ll know them all. Repeat as many times as your sanity can take. It’s a good idea to try a different academic’s grave each time as well.
See also the anti-fertility spell we invented which involved parents eating pomegranate seeds fed to them by their children in order to absorb them (the children) back into their bodies.
