Category: Magic Diary
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Rum And Cigars
I took the door not meant for me. You laughed and offered me a chair. I sought only advice. You laughed and gave gifts. I told you what I wanted. You laughed and gave me what I needed.
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Rising Fire
Settled down. Tucked into bed. At rest feeling the day’s issues slide into the past. Only thinking of the pleasure of sleep. Not considering the troubles that would wake with the dawn. It’s good to rest. To feel the blood in my veins, the air moving in my lungs. Engaged in the symphony of senses.
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Moving On
Set off to pitch a fire, instead found a new home. The svartalf helped me find this place, but only after days of purgings and purifications at his insistence, and by his hand. The cave didn’t look like a natural formation to me, there were too many inconsistencies given the dark granite that formed it.
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Lose Some, Gain Some
His hand was open the entire time. Twas my fear that kept me bound. I lose a name, and gain myself. It wasn’t that long ago, I openly came out and publicly admitted I am a Lokean. Twas a label I had been actively avoiding since Loki grabbed me and caught me in his snare.
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Then It Hit Me
“So you feel disconnected from everything? Like you have no place where you belong? Start with your back yard! Connect with the land. It will teach you what to do.” A frequent response to my lament of losing old support structures and being unsure of new ones. My formal rejection of Christianity made me vulnerable.
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First Fruit
I went to the gods To the wheel To the forge To the very gates And shook my fist With yells and cries and shouts of defiance
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Audacious
This is your place. Sit here. Sit there. Sit at my feet and hold them. No. I will stand.
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One Down, Five To Go
I’m confused something fierce. You see, my magic (life?) path had changed recently. I won’t be going ceremonial for some time. There are other things that have to be attended to first. The ecstatic path pulls me more and more away from plays at, and bastardizations of, western grimoric magic into the liminal states of…
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Let Go
Work is caught up. The roommates are out for the day. My daughter is attempting to break her fingers playing video games. Time to take a break, and take a much needed nap. It’s hard to wind down again. Thoughts of what I still need to do once the nap is over keep intruding. I…
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Same Song, Different Instruments
For the past twenty odd years, since I left the security of high school and ventured out into the maddening world, I have dreamed the same dream at least once a month. But I never recognized the dream. Because each time I dreamt it, the setting and roles I played would change, making it appear…