Lakshmi came to me at the same time that her sister, Sarasvati, did. She is the Hindu Goddess of wealth, luck, and family. To me, she has always been the Queen of Pentacles, and all the groundedness and abundance that embodies.
She’s often portrayed seated or standing in a lotus, hovering over a river which flows as wealth flows, with coins dripping from one hand while the other hand is raised. She is usually surrounded by elephants, (her son is Ganesha), though she is also associated with owls.
Of course, I can’t find the legend anywhere now, but I read at one point that the sisters Lakshmi and Sarasvati were bitter rivals for the attention of the god Vishnu. Lakshmi won him in the end, and Sarasvati was married to Brahma. The legend then went on to say that because of their rivalry, and continued jealousy of each other, they cannot be in the same place at the same time.
Sarasvati is the Goddess of knowledge, music, poetry, and she’s always represented creativity in general to me. So, for that reason, we have the starving artist/scholar model. You can have wealth with no creativity or deep knowledge, or you can be a creative person or a scholar, but wealth will always flee you.
That legend spoke to me, and still speaks to me, and so I try to honor both Goddesses. It’s always been my dream to be able to make a living as an artist, writer, or other creative type, but I always end up settling for a boring, mundane job to pay the bills. I’m a practical goat. But the hope is still there. Perhaps my work on Ravenson Reagents will help me to achieve that balance.
I’ve always had a strange relationship with money. In my family, money either came with strings or judgment or control attached. When I was a kid, and then later in college, I learned not to rely on anyone else for money as I worked 2 or 3 jobs to get myself through school. Then, when I graduated, I felt like it was all worth it when I got my first serious job. I made a lot of money. 5X what I make now. But I was also miserable. My creativity was dying, I was angry all the time, and the stress was overwhelming. The things I had to do for that money, and the compromises to my personal ethics just ate away at me until I couldnt’ stand it anymore.
After a series of layoffs, I have taken less and less pay, but each time I do, I end up with more personal freedom and feeling more myself. Right now, at age 39, I’m in a job that hurts me physically, but otherwise isn’t that terrible. I have ‘regulars’ that I genuinely care about, and I also like the people I work with. However, again, it’s crushing me physically and financially. So this obviously isn’t the answer either.
In the back of my mind, I know that there’s a way to make a living that doesn’t require so much compromise on either side, but I feel like I just keep missing it. Other people seem to get it. They seem to understand how to survive while staying true to themselves in a way that I’ve never really figured out.
That’s why one of my most common spells/rituals is the ubiquitous abundance/prosperity spell. I have so many green satin bags filled with stones, herbs, parchment, and oils stashed around this house that I shudder to think what someone would say if they excavated the ruins in a thousand years. In fact, I often wonder how much money I’ve spend on prosperity spells.
As with other spellwork, your outcome depends heavily on your willingness to put the work in as and after you’ve sent the energy out into the universe. And I do work. I work and work and work, but it seems like there’s an essential tidbit that I’m missing. Some important piece of knowledge that would make it all work out for me and for my family.
The important thing is that I keep trying. And I keep honoring Lakshmi.
She’s also the Goddess of spiritual wealth and of family wealth. Those I have in abundance, and I’m incredibly grateful.
I enjoyed putting together a Lakshmi playlist on Spotify, but a lot of the hymns began sounding alike after a while. So I also added in some abundance meditations. I also have a Lakshmi Pinterest board where I’ve collected images that remind me of her.
Her holy festival is Diwali (aka Deepavali), which is celebrated in the New Moon between mid October and mid November. It’s a festival of lights, reminiscent of Yule or Imbolc, where candles are prominent, and are displayed in windows during the long, dark night.