Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 9 – Smother
This week has not been gentle to me. Between emergencies at work, emotional shocks after work, and familial pressures that chose this week to unnecessarily escalate, I’m tired. Saturday would normally be the day to sleep as close to noon as my responsibilities would allow. It was very hard to fully wake up as the…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 8 – Doubt
The alarm surprised me this morning and I wasted eight precious minutes reflecting on yesterday’s vivid ritual and asking myself the question I had been dodging all day. Am I fooling myself? If something seems too good to be true, it probably is, after all. I could win a bingo match twice over with all…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 7 – The Scent of Green
I dreamt of rehabilitators moving into an area in the wake of settlers who had managed to make the decimated landscape inhabitable again. As the settlers moved in and through, they had to make decisions about keeping restorable buildings intact but unusable, or make the necessary changes to obtain shelter but in the process, destroy…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 6 – Snooze Control
An unpleasant event yesterday evening left me with barely any energy left to take care of myself, much less double check the usual things I do before bed. Emotional traumas can turn even the strongest of spines into dust, and by the time my head had hit the pillow, all I wanted to do was…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 5 – When Is Here? Where Is Now?
All night long I dreamt of performing the ritual. Laying out the gear and saying the prayers. Raising the thin brown book and my hand while reciting incantations. Lowering of the amulet and raising the knife. At first, the scene was properly linear. First this, then that. The book is lifted before it can be…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 4 – “You Are Capable”
I ran my thumb over the smoothest side of the small piece of amber, feeling the rippled surface. “Too bad I can’t smooth it with my rough hands alone.” I had originally discounted this particular piece because of its size in the store, but I remembered that the Book of Oberon, along with other grimoires,…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 3 – Apophenia
Before I get to this morning’s shenanigans, allow me to distract you with a purchase made over a month ago. I had commissioned some canvas bags of a particular size to be made for the storage of particular things. The bags were made, paid for, shipped, and received without incident. Examination of the bags revealed…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 2 – I Want To Believe
I have a vivid imagination. Visualization of fictional works comes very easy to me and all my senses join in on the fabrication. But no matter how deep or encompassing the experience, it is still set apart, still “not real”. Because of this, I like to think that I am not easily fooled by what…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 1 – I Wasn’t Ready (But I Did It Anyway)
To get to the quick of it: The notebook wasn’t complete. What was originally envisioned as a dedicated note book became something else by the end of the last day of preparation. It had become a grimoire.
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Do Magick September ’17: A Finalization Most Necessary
When I last checked in, I had given an outline of the ritual I was putting together for my Patient Caller and noted where I felt secure and where I needed more work. I now have the wording complete and have begun the process of writing out the entire matter onto paper so I’ll have…