So, we take home from the house altar in the spirit room, move him into the lounge, and set his statue up in a good place. Give him a good view, and a good open space.

My lovely wife has made him an inspired, bespoke vermouth, and we serve him cake and coffee, and fresh, cool water; present fresh flowers, candles, incense, a new beaded necklace; treat him special. We sit with him, talk about our projects, plans, wins, negotiations of challenges, and stories of getting things done.

In this house, St Expedite has delivered repeatedly and quickly for all of us, and we honour him. He’s a true champion of delivery-oriented people; strong, inciting, fun to have around.

He teaches, advises and gently challenges too – about accountability, navigating tough situations cleanly, overcoming procrastination, and many other things.

It’s more than a transactional business deal – he’s warmly welcomed, appreciated and even loved in a house of professional project delivery specialists. An aspirational short-order miracle worker.

St Expedite is mighty and fleet. Not tomorrow – make it happen today. We are ones who get it done.
Hodie! Today!

How and where things began

Simply. With a need, and a candle.

Years ago, a most wonderful friend had given me a fixed candle – part of a box of stuff from the Lucky Mojo Curio Company, shipped from the far side of the world.

I’d had no experience with, nor particular desire for, working in what I thought was an exclusively Catholic domain, or part of what I thought was a hoodoo faith. I was wrong, about this and a lot of other things in these intemperate times. These are details; foremost, he delivers.

I was nearing dead broke. My attempts at starting a business had failed miserably and understandably, with no prospects. I had no house, was living with family, and emerging from a bad breakup.

My efforts at fixing things, so far, had been ineffective, though constructively so – I’d done a lot of study, exercise, self-reflection; also Reichian bodywork and magical experimentation. I’d contacted a powerful magician, who taught me many things.

It was a brutal and necessary curative period; I’d been over-inflated, thought too much of myself. A self-centred, arrogant hotdog.

So, my life had fallen to pieces; now, amid the wreckage, I had nothing to do but sit with humility.

This was an incredible period of growth in many ways, but right now, I needed a job.

So: I lit the candle, in my room, following the instructions on the label. It burned for a long time. As it burned, I had the sense of St Expedite working, somehow. I recall seeing him, too. He was different to the picture.

By the end of that week, I had a great job. He was indeed mighty, and quick. I made the promised donation, given in his name, before even my first paycheque landed, with the last of my money.

The beginning of a wonderful relationship.

A final word, though – honour the promises you give him.

And, if he delivers for you, let others in need of speedy resolutions know about him, too.

And, above all: Do great things, starting today. Do not wait.

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