The worst thing about an ambitious daily practice and escalating experimental regimen, from my perspective as a part-time writer and full-time student, is that there is way more going on than I can keep track of.
I’ve been experimenting with alternatives to the Q-Cross and LBRP. These experiments have been very successful, both in terms of aura-cleansing and space-cleansing, and in terms of not fucking up magical body so bad that saturiao is the last of my concerns. As such, I have completed my month studying Malkuth
Wand-Maker Moon has just passed, and with it three consecutive days of ritual. My Full Moon Rites were … productive, but I still haven’t finished sorting it all out. Also, this month looks like its gonna be a doozy.
I have just constructed my Yesod altar for the next stage of my ceremonial studies, which I intend to spend the next six weeks on.
Meanwhile, the Occupy Wallstreet protests are escalating, and it vexes me sorely that I can’t be there. I’m trying to figure out some magic I can do to further the anti-corporate and anti-capitalist goals of the movement, but I’m just not quite there yet in my studies of doing-things-here-in-the-mortal-world magic.
And I still haven’t gotten a chance to meditate on the Secret Sun series on re-enchantment, or Gordon’s rant on the tactics of practical magic, or any of the other fascinating things that have gone on in the corners of the magical blogosphere which I frequent over the last month or so.
Thing have gotten so frantic that even my personal journals are somewhat ashambles … again.
Fear not. I dance on, and further tales of my exploits and mishaps shall be forthcoming.