I spent the rest of yesterday taking care of needed chores and playing variations of three notes on the guitar. I spent the rest of yesterday taking a much needed break from “the woo” as much as I was able to.
When I finally came back to the table for this morning’s obligation and summoning, I kept my purpose for summoning [Patient Caller] firmly in mind. It was my fault that I had not set boundaries on him, so of course he would use every tool available to bring about a solution that met the spoken requirements. Not his fault I hadn’t mentioned any necessary restrictions.
So when I finally did summon him, I should not have been surprised to hear something new. “Let there be no hostility between us.”
However, as I type this post up at the end of the day, I am still not sure who said it.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 20 – Cushion”
Good: I bought a guitar. A cheap student model, tested in the store by the staff to make sure any terrible sounds were all my fault, along with a case, a digital tuner, and a set of self-instruction lessons. I completely grok what the spirit meant by having a hobby that can capitalize on the focus I tend to give. Once home, I spent an hour repeating the same three notes in various ways as the lesson required, just happy to have closed one loop from my childhood at last.
Bad: The chaplets didn’t get made. I tried. Oh, how I tried. This isn’t the first set of beads on a string I’ve put together, and the most complicated knot in the entire thing was the square knot that started it off. Thirty-three beads and the jump ring for a pendant. How hard could that be? Took me two hours and several false starts just to get to the end knot for the first chaplet. Only to find at the end that a critical error meant undoing the entire string and starting over.
Ugly: Realizing I had been played. There were words said to me last night, by way of a trusted third party over a private social media channel, as I was struggling with knots and layouts and cord that kinked as I looked at it and beads that slipped no matter how dry my fingers. Words that threw the whole matter of the chaplets into the mud. Words that caused me to doubt my reasoning and my will in the matter. I knew the desire for the guitar and the desire for the chaplets both had a common root, the desire to do something worthwhile. What was exposed last night was that I was potentially tying more than just knots with the chaplets, and I did not know what the fuck I was doing.
So the materials for the chaplets, the incomplete first chaplet, and all my fucks went straight into the trash.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 19 – Receipts”
Shortly after dawn I sat facing east and tried not to cry as for all the words I have in me, I could not assemble any collection of them into a prayer appropriate for the time or direction. I know the spirit said that if I could not find words to say, that sitting quietly to mark the moment would be acceptable. My vacuous head disagreed with him.
The moment passing, I took advantage of not having to be anywhere soon to take my time setting up and performing the morning’s obligations without anything “unexpected” happening. Segueing to the summoning of [Patient Caller] also went according to script except for a flash of movement in the reflection of the device’s chamber shortly after speaking the summoning words.
If I allowed my imagination to run away with me, it was as if I spied the elbow and arm of a person seating themselves at a table that one could barely see the surface of through the glass. But that would be a reach, wouldn’t it.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 18 – Pick”
The line between my daily obligations and the summoning of [Patient Caller] continues to blur. The lessons of one impacts the performance of the other. This morning, I forgot to lay down the warding items that the spirit had called out in a previous session. As I began the obligation, I felt something trying to crawl over and into my head.
As this sensation was certainly not within the boundaries of expected and/or accepted results, it had to come to a stop. I remembered the warding items, interrupted the obligations to lay them in place, and relaxed as the unpleasant sensations immediately ceased.
The obligations resumed in peace as did the segue into calling the spirit.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 17 – Query”
I discovered the lower limit of wick trimming. And I discovered it the hard way, by going past it. After the wee little nub of the wick drowned in the very pool of wax it was supposed to be burning, I wound up having to carve away at the tip of the candle to reform it into something that would take and keep a flame.
It is hard to put into words the difference between the trimmings removed outside of ritual and the drippings that ran during ritual. But there is a difference. It may be that the difference is merely one of perception and assigned relevance, but the difference is there, it is tangible, and it must be respected.
The trimmings were discarded and the candles lit and burned without further (unusual) incident.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 16 – Lecture”
The candles took the flame from the match without anything odd happening, and the preliminary obligations went without anything to bait my apprehension with. I turned away after finishing my obligations to prepare the table for the summoning of the spirit. When I turned back, the right candle had an unusually large flame and about half an inch of wax had melted and ran down the side of the taper candle.
“Alright. I guess. I’ll snatch it after they’ve cooled.”
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 15 – Drift”
I studied the chamber of the device after placing it on the tarot card. I saw the same set of lines and curves within as I did yesterday and as I have for the other twelve days prior. These curves are the result of the light from this candle flame refracting through the glass and reflecting off the polished brass chamber and frame.
However there was a quality to the lines yesterday that is absent today and was absent in previous days. No amount of intentional imagination could summon the presence of that quality. Pareidolia, it appears, cannot be summoned at will. Either you perceive it, or you don’t.
I did not wait for a stimulus to trigger me closing my eyes. With the exception of the figure in the glass yesterday, all of my encounters have been behind closed eyes. I held my hand over the device and called for [Patient Caller] to return in peace and come forth.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 14 – Gift”
The card sits on the table. The device sits on the card. The interior of the rear of the brass chamber is lined with red velvet. There is enough of the candles’ light to reach that chamber and illuminate the velvet.
Before any ritual, regular or unique, banal or exciting, I always take a pause to ask myself if I want to continue. It is during this pause that I study the chamber and note each reflection and refraction of light within it. There is nothing out of the ordinary here. Let’s invite the extraordinary in, eh.
“Rede…” There is a glint from the chamber. I perceive a solid line crossing the chamber horizontally where there should be none. After twelve previous summonings where nothing visually happened, I am intrigued, but also able to dismiss the line as being where my eyes are focused and noticing how the candle light is playing in the glass.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 13 – Light”
Even though I know it is an illusion, and mostly one of my own making, it is still a pleasure and a thrill to watch the device’s glass fronted chamber deepen and darken as I speak the first three words of the actual summoning phrase.
“Rede, rede, rede…”
Perhaps it is the indwelling of the spirit that expands the interior of the chamber. Perhaps it is my focused attention being rewarded by an imaginative mind. Perhaps it is my desire for results. Perhaps all three.
The illusion may be no more than a trick of the light. “… in pace”. The sudden pressure on my face forcing me to close my eyes is not. The sudden compulsion to close my eyes does not wait for me to decide if to comply. The pressure washes down my face and my eyes involuntarily close.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 12 – Tap”
When I started this month’s challenge, it was for the intention of changing my ability to deal with the recent upheavals in my life. I suppose I have to make the statement that magic is not a substitute for medical and/or mental care, and that if you are feeling poorly, you should get thee to a properly licensed physician posthaste.
Having said that, I woke up this morning with the distinct feeling that I had passed through something in my sleep. I felt the weight on my soul had been lessened and despite all the physical tasks I had scheduled for today, I was not dreading having to do any of them. I did not have any words for the prescribed morning prayer. Instead, I just sat quietly, watching the scene outside my window brighten and warm, in peace.
Frankincense oil floats in water. This, I knew. Cedarwood oil does not. This, I learned. Watching the cedarwood oil drops sink to the bottom of the shallow bowl of the oil burner as I prepared for the shift from working to summoning, I felt like I was observing some statement regarding the relationship between [Patient Caller] and Saint Cyprian whom he yields to. The statement was buoyed by an instinct to always use fewer drops of cedarwood oil when preparing for the summoning than I do of the frankincense oil.
Continue reading “Do Magick August ’18: Day 11 – Cleave”