Magic Monday. But I Did It On Tuesday, And I’m Telling You About It On Wednesday.

The potential to become a business owner unexpectedly presented itself Monday. I contacted the business owner Tuesday, and on the face of it, the terms are probably the most favorable terms a business has ever been sold under. Recognizing this, I decided it’s time for some magick to keep things real. I performed a spell, I’ll keep the details to myself for now, to keep silent being one of the key practices of the craft, but I’m sure you can figure out what it was for. Today, I was contacted by the seller to set up a face-to-face, asked to apply for a lateral move promotion at my current job, and informed that my current position will be taking on a larger leadership role in the near future, effectively becoming a new, higher position, which is essentially a de facto promotion. I’d be foolhardy in the extreme to say that I couldn’t lose if I tried, especially with so many parts still in motion which could fall through at any time, but hot damn. Historically, this would be the part where the universe gets my hopes up and then kicks me in the ass, so there will be secondary spells to keep that in line.

On a more philosophical note, I did run in to a weird place. Mentally, I’ve been very solidly in a buddhist-stoic area. Suffering is caused by expectations, and what’s outside of my control is outside of my control. This runs very counter to the idea of using magick to exert my will on the universe, and even more counter to the core idea of creating magick as a statement of intent written in the current tense, and believing it as something that has already happened. I ran into, and through, a strong mental block where my mind didn’t want to put the belief required into the magick. I don’t think I’m over it, but I got through it once. I’ll need to spend some meditation time of reconciling the two.

Full Moon Thoughts

I spent some time in meditation with the moon last night, and jotted down some notes at the end of the meditation of the things that struck me. Here it is verbatim, so excuse any bad grammar:

The beauty in the moon isn’t in its duality or its phases, but in the fact that it is singular and ties two opposites together. When we see the full moon, we’re seeing the new moon too, and so the moon illustrates that both states are the same, appearing dual but not. Totally interchangeable. The 2 are 1. The triple moon is 1, the maiden/mother/crone reflecting the father/son/holy ghost. But again, male and female, a false duality reflecting the moons phases. Reflecting a hidden one-ness. The order of the three is determined by their importance with the first being the most important to society, the second being the most important to religion, and the third occupying a unifying mystery spot. Most important in spirit or magic?

I also stepped… Maybe out of body isn’t the right phrase, but close to it, and visited some friends just to see what I saw. It was a best experience, and while I wouldn’t say I saw their auras, I definitely intuited them, which was a first for me. I see now that my hindrance in what a lot of people take for granted is in second guessing my subconscious when reading for auras, which is something I’ll need to work on. A friend called the way I practice “intuitive magick” and that really struck a chord with me, so it’s important for my growth that I get better at setting aside my rational brain.

Busy Dreaming

I’m continuing to clean and sort my life and workspace, and the dreams are continuing to come back. They’re still not long, but they’re not as disjointed, and don’t leave me feeling apprehensive. I’m looking forward to, in the next week or so, getting back to a real daily practice and having the time to update both journals daily. I’m not sure what it is about this time of year, but I have trouble walking up in a timely manner. It’s almost reverse SAD

I Wish It Was Llamas

Lammas ritual went well. My wife and I wrote it together, and focused on the Lammas theme of hearth and house spirits, rather than the Lughnasadh aspect that most people seem to be working with. A friend hosted the event, and her home smelled just like my grandma who has passed, and had decorations that reminded me of my grandma on the other side of the family. I’ve always felt a connection to my passed away grandma when working with house spirits, and I haven’t felt it strongly since I stopped my daily practice. It was a wonderful experience to feel such immediate feedback again, and I’m enjoying this second beginning to my renewed practice.

Edit On The Fly

In the interest of conserving time, I’ve decided that any extensive dream journaling I do will count as my daily log entry, barring any other magickal practice of note. This will keep me journaling daily while saving time, as well as sparing you the tedium of reading about how many times in a month I banish.

Today, I am attending a local Lammas gathering, and Saturday I am putting on my own. I put some decent time into just calling the quarters, and I’m not bragging when I say at least one person in attendance will probably cry when they’re called. I mean, I’m bragging a little, but I cheated when writing them. Can’t say why, yet, because I think I’ve given them a link to this blog and I don’t want to ruin the surprise.


I’m stuck. I’m stuck in this weird place where I can’t get a daily practice going again because I’ve got new social obligations that I’m not used to having, but all my social obligations are tied to actually practicing.

I’m reminded of the saying “if you have time, you should meditate for half an hour every day. If you don’t, you should meditate for an hour”. Easier said than done, but I’ve found truth in it before. It looks like I may have to start losing some sleep in the short term to build long term balance into my life, which I’ve been shying away from, hoping I could juggle everything long enough for life to slow down. But I don’t think that’s a thing life does, so I guess it’s time to bite the bullet.

Spoiled Rotten

I attended a masquerade ball with some pagan friends. I assumed there would be dancing and such, knowing how Renn fest people are, and you know, it’s a ball. Turns out, partying with pagans can really skew your perceptions of what a gathering is supposed to be like, even among people that most of society considers weird and over the top. But I had a good time, and made some progress in healing my wounded best-friendship, so it wasn’t a total loss.

My wife and I have began writing our Lammas ritual for the circle, and I think it’s going to be quite nice. We will likely finish it tomorrow night, and then spend some time in meditation on the message and intent, with some minor rewording to follow. We’re planning on making corn husk dolls, which is likely to be the majority of the outright magick that I perform for the ritual, as I tend to get to caught up in getting the words right during public speaking to actually hold much intent. I guess that’s something I need to work on.