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About Mercury Dimes
Mercury dimes are the very ESSENCE of luck in conjure, and are employed for anything which Mercury provides: luck, skill, wit, intellect, talent, charm, graft, cunning, communication, transcendence of boundaries, and more.
They're traditionally carried in odd numbers, with 13 often considered the luckiest number to carry.
Mercury Dimes are 90% silver dimes produced as US currency from 1916-1944. In 20th century conjure, the Mercury dime plays a powerful role, some old-timers saying "you can't do no real conjure" without one.
My own first encounter with a conjureman that would blossom into an ongoing discourse was with Old Man Willie - a conjurer who would come by the newsstand every night and buy all the dimes in the register. I never understood why anyone would want to trade paper currency for so many coins until one night I asked him, and got put on to Mercury Dimes for the first time.
These are carried in the pocket or worn on the neck or ankle for protection and luck - loose, they can be used in a wide range of spiritual works, including road opening, stop gossip, call me now, and many more. They are fantastic in Amulets, mojo hands, on the altar, as divination coins, boiled in your spiritual baths, used to pay the spirits, added to bottles of cologne or your spiritual oils, stored with your divination tools + more.
In my own experience, I've found that carrying 13 mercury dimes seems to bring about the most improbable luck I've ever had - running into old friends literally as I'm speaking about them, having things I'm looking for offered to me by strangers, and incredible amounts of synchronicity.
About the Preparation
I approach the crossroads facing east, carrying a clay bowl of Mercury dimes, walk to the middle, and pour libations. Without a word, I dig a small hole, using the dirt I dig up to cover the Mercury dimes in the bowl, and set the clay bowl into the earth.
This bowl has been worked and fed for road opening for about 35 months, with dirt collected from this crossroads over the years. It feels right at home buried right here in the middle.
I spray whiskey infused with abre camno to the four roads, then dress the dirt of the bowl with road opener powder and gatecrasher cologne, and give it fire.
I feel the familiar presence, experience the familiar disassociation. The wind picks up suddenly, roaring, sending my heart racing. The spirit of the crossroads is often said to test the nerves before acquiescing to anything.
Staring resolutely in the swirling confusion, feeling the fear, I conjure the spirit of the crossroads, my left leg shivering.
The flames respond. I make my offering and issue my request. The roaring persists.
When it passes, I sprinkle dirt onto the flames, leaving the layer of road opener to burn like incense until it goes out.
I leave a handful of coins in the center of the crossroads as payment and collect the bowl.