Category: Magic Diary

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

I had emptied the ultrasonic oil diffuser yesterday evening to allow it to dry out overnight. Now that I look in the chamber, I am reluctant to fill it. The spirit had made his disdain of the “complicated device” very apparent. Yesterday he politely took offense of the diffuser being present on the table and…

In preparing for the summoning of the spirit, I heard the echo of his voice expressing disdain for the use of the ultrasonic oil diffuser. If he had followed up his opinion with a command to get off his lawn, I would not have blinked an eye. Instead I noted a funky scent from the…

As I prepared the table for summoning the spirit, I had the false memory of holding a small cedar box in my hands. Even though I had not uncapped the bottle yet, I could smell the wood. I noted the hint, filed it under “optional”, and went on with the summoning of the spirit. After…

My day started before dawn and morning obligations went as expected. The little bottle of cedarwood oil smells brown (in a neutral way) until I hold the bottle close and take a deep scent of it. It takes time for all the fragrance notes to warm and be revealed when smelling it straight from the bottle.…