An Angelic Cosplay

They brushed away the fog of dreams with their wings to clear the space between us, then backed away and bowed slightly to emphasize their presence here was not to threaten me. They are the first angel other than Wit that I have been face to face to since the fear of them was removed from me. Another time, I would have either already started running (in futility) or braced for assault (and probably started to as well).

But as my vision soaked in their appearance, I considered displaying a show of force just the same as I recognized the facade they wore. Even though I had never seen the movie “Hellboy 2”, I have seen enough clips and stills from it to recognize the movie’s character of “The Angel of Death“. (Though I had to look it up to fully identify the character for this post. And now that I have, I’m chuckling.)

They bowed. “If you were to see me as I am, you will not recognize me. I wear this covering that is prevalent in your culture that you might know what I am and that I mean no harm towards you.” They spoke in a whisper so soft that I had to strain to hear it. Even still, the force contained in that whisper revealed that if they spoke in what others would consider a normal tone, that I would be overcome by it. Continue reading “An Angelic Cosplay”

Prodigal

The sound of my footsteps scattered across the time-hardened floor despite my efforts to walk quietly. As I passed each pew, I touched its worn corner as if checking on a slumbering friend. The niche of votive candles I had already passed left me warm and fragrant. The presence of the empty church was not hostile to me as I walked between the left wall and the attending pews so I walked with slow deliberate steps to better soak in the soft atmosphere.

“So, how does it feel to be the Prodigal Child?” Continue reading “Prodigal”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 30 – Last Call

The last DoMagick challenge I participated in triggered a series of events that led to me having a ten-thousand dollar war-chest at one point (one of last year’s “Low Probability” sigiled desires even to the dollar amount) and then spending that war-chest to obtain and furnish an apartment for my daughter and me in secret until the actual day of the moveout came.

This DoMagick challenge is ending quietly and boringly. Which, when compared to the other (unpublished) shenanigans I have going on in my life at the moment, is very much okay! This month’s personal goal was not about trying to overshadow what I did last time. It was about being consistent and staying true to a daily practice of some sort. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 30 – Last Call”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 29 – Mad? Good!

The early start meant skipping yoga. But it will take a disaster to make me skip my coffee. Drawing the shoal sigil in the air with the full coffee mug requires attention and wakefulness so not to spill a drop. Life hack: Use your weaknesses to draw out your strengths. By the time I had completed the gesture, I was definitely wide awake.

The atmosphere at work was magnitudes better than the entire week combined. A situation I celebrated by invoking the shoal sigil for “Good Eats” and spoiling myself at lunch. A medium-rare ribeye with garlic mashed potatoes is a reason to celebrate and a celebration both. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 29 – Mad? Good!”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 28 – A Peer and a Fellow

Last night I came home from work too damn late than I should have. I thought the carousel discourse in the closed door meetings would be the high point of the day. I keep forgetting that no plan ever survives contact with the public.

I came home, drew the shoal sigil over my pillow for “Restful Sleep” and for once, looked forward to sleeping without dreams again.

So of course, I dreamt of work all night long. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 28 – A Peer and a Fellow”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 26 – The Measurement of Trust

More than my balance was upset yesterday at work, and after holding my tongue about the increasingly thickening and darkening atmosphere for longer than I could tolerate, I finally told one of my superiors about my concerns. I only meant to address the topics that were “safe” to talk about.

Pull one thread and unravel the entire cloth. She was surprised to hear me speak about microaggressions, casual racism, and how easy it is to gut a person with sweet sounding words. But she heard me out. She admitted she didn’t think that this office could hold such things. “But you aren’t one to say this lightly. What am I not seeing?”

I don’t know if the conversation that followed was a result of the shoal sigil’s intent of “Work Support”. But once the conversation was over, I made my peace with whatever happened and went on with the day. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 26 – The Measurement of Trust”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 25 – Nobody’s Fault But Mine

Still sick, day two. Coffee. Yoga. Contemplation of certain life choices. Not enough to stop me from going to work, though. The contradictory signals from my superiors, my peers, and my subordinates kept me confused all day long.

I was braced for someone to tap me on the shoulder at any time to escort me off the property. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 25 – Nobody’s Fault But Mine”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 24 – It Was Good At The Time

I’m going to need a weekend to recover from my weekend. I woke early despite ensuring all clocks and noise makers were deactivated. The shenanigans from the day prior were a success. “Good cheer”, indeed!

But as I entered the bend into the final week of June, and with it, the final challenge, I felt that maybe I had simultaneously set my sights too low and too high at the same time. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 24 – It Was Good At The Time”

Do Magick June ’18: Day 23 – Out Of Sight

It is good that I keep my alarm clock out of literal arm’s reach at night. I think I would have put an unplanned ventilation port in the wall otherwise. Why. The Hell. Did I plan to get up before dawn on a Saturday? As I move the shopping and action list off the alarm clock to silence it, I am reminded why.

Oh. Okay. Fired the shoal sigil prior to morning yoga, and again prior to and in thanks of my daily coffee. As I plotted out my waypoints for the wildest of goose chases ever, my daughter asks if she could ride along as one of my waypoints is also one of her weekend targets. I work full time and she is a college student, so the weekends are often the only time we can speak in depth with each other.

Or in this case, plot together. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 23 – Out Of Sight”