I sometimes wonder if my mishmash of magick styles is self-defeating. I bounce between base elemental, theurgy, thaumaturgy, ceremonial, chaos, planetary, and my own bastard spice.
I’ve assumed godheads, and yet am the thrall of a god. Quite the contradiction, it appears. Yet it works for me.
I suppose, in the end, that’s what matters. Am I doing what works for me? Yes. Then I should stop worrying about it.