When I drew the shoal sigil over my coffee, it wasn’t for the confirmation that I
was safe for human interaction had my daily coffee, it was for establishing the goal of working towards That Thing I Want™ the focus for the day. The same for when I did my morning yoga, when I greeted clients with well-practiced cheer, when I had any spare moment, really.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to go about actually getting That Thing I Want™ because I still hadn’t settled on the shape of That Thing I Want™. Besides, the shop that last made the previous version of That Thing I Want™ has stopped doing so, so not only did I have to decide what I wanted it to be, but find where I was going to get it from.
During a moment when I was supposed to be obsessing over document margins and style aesthetics, I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming need to check my social media apps. The need was almost embarrassing, with the same intensity has having to go to the bathroom. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 11 – Wish I May, Wish I Might”
The reason I went “light” for the DoMagick challenge is because I’m going “heavy” with another personal set of challenges elsewhere. The two overlapped as my body slept very well for the night, but my mind was a whirlwind of reflection, activity, and experiences. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 10 – Letting The Momentum Carry Me”
The good news is I slept like a log. The bad news is I remember I dreamt something very important, but I had no memory of that dream because of how deeply I slept. I’m going to have to set a note on the pillow to remind me to skip the bedtime firing, I guess.
Otherwise, the day went well. “Good cheer” came in handy when I attended an appointment I’d rather not. “Good eats” came along for the ride when the person I met with insisted on feeding me as gratitude for my attention. (It’s… complicated.)
The appointment ended well and contained a reminder that just because I have performed some magic for a goal, I still have the responsibility of working towards that goal. If I want more money, then I have to make myself available for receiving that money. That could be promoting my Etsy, working overtime, or taking side jobs for scratch. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 9 – Plugging Holes”
It wasn’t a ritual.
It wasn’t even practice for a ritual. It was curiosity. Scratching an itch. It was finding out what was so special about the thing and how it’s prepared.
It wasn’t the bread on the offering plate. It was learning how to cook the bread. Continue reading “Spirit Journal: 2018-06-10.01”
Before I crawled into bed the night before, I drew the shoal sigil over my pillow. Again I slept hard and deep, with only the knowledge that I dreamt a thing coming with me to wakefulness in the morning. Of all the methods of activating the sigil that I have been experimenting with, drawing it in the air with my hand has given me the most joy.
For no other reason than the order of the numbers comprising the code, the shoal sigil is drawn right to left. The technical version of the sigil includes a tight loop where one of the code numbers was repeated twice in a row. For the purposes of drawing, writing, or visualizing the sigil, I leave the tight loop out as if it were a diacritic in favor of smoother motion.
I have noticed that when I am drawing the sigil for the purposes of bringing something to me, I use my right hand because the ending motion resembles me presenting something for acceptance or review. When I am using the sigil for defending myself, or to use one of the coded desires in an apotropaic manner, I tend to draw it with my left hand. The ending motion of my left hand is if I am sweeping something away from me, dismissing a thing, or preventing something from approaching. I am not doing this as part of a deliberate decision, and I plan on exploring this instinctual dichotomy of action later.
Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 8 – Tired Of This”
I have often heard of, sometimes revealed, and twice distinctly experienced, a magical phenomenon that I call “ripples”. Where the effects of a ritual or working still yet to be completed at a future date are felt in the present. The greater potential impact of the ritual or working, the sooner the ripples are felt. As time continues its pace to the time of the working, the rippling manifestations increase in effect and/or intensity.
On June 7th, I had an industry seminar to attend. When the seminar was first announced in late April, I looked it over and thought it a minor event. Surely it wasn’t important enough for me to abandon a crucial deadline day at work just to sit around and pretend we were having fun in the middle of the desert, right?
My boss told me to go. He made sure I had a free ticket for the meet-n-greet that followed. He mocked the “suggested attire” for the after seminar meet-n-greet even as he pointed out there was no requirement for me to wear a dress. However… yea… I had to go shopping. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 7 – Ripples”
The morning started… poorly. I’m not one to play office politics, and there was no easy way to challenge the coworker’s maneuvering without lowering myself to her level and/or being petty as fuck. “Good cheer” doesn’t take sides and watching her gloat over her perceived win had me chewing my tongue for a few minutes.
Yea, I can do with that enlightenment any damn time now.
During the lunch hour, I was reminded of a very important rule of magic: If you don’t do the work, you don’t get the results. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 6 – Personal Victories”
I drew the sigil over my morning coffee to mark off the day as complete, then reminded myself from any further intentional recall, drawing, or envisioning of the sigil.
As a result, I had a Tuesday much like any other Tuesday before the challenge started.
It promptly went to shit. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 5 – Get Out What You Put In”
So about that reminder not to over fire the sigil…
It was either surround myself with “good cheer” at work or snap at the wrong person at the wrong time. This week is an important one at my workplace, with all sorts of showing off, displays of human kindness, and that sickening carnival atmosphere that comes with persuading people with more money than sense to part with some of that money while being lauded for the generosity of their attention.
Live. Love. Laugh. Lie. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 4 – Don’t Worry, Be Happy”
By God, I slept.
When I finally woke, it was out of desperation and panic. I was strangely afraid that I was out of coffee and felt a sudden urge to get out of bed to go make some.
The light was a bit off in the room, but I expected that as I had gotten to bed very late so of course I would be getting up very late just the same.
The clock told me I have been sleeping for nearly eleven hours. I barely remember two bathroom shuffles that I accomplished without turning on a single light.
I had slept like the dead. Continue reading “Do Magick June ’18: Day 3 – Too Much Of A Good Thing”