I feel like I’m always a few steps behind. Especially lately. I didn’t get my Dark Moon work written up until nearly a week after, and most of that only got done because I called in sick Friday. Then I got a day behind because I always have trouble with my internet at home, and … blah blah blah. Whine whine whine.
The real problem is that I’m sick. And you, my dear readers, already know what the worst part about been a sick witch is. You know that if you could fucking do something about it, if only you had the strength to … well, stand up, cast a Circle, and do something about it. Cause it turns out that, no, our bodies aren’t just cars we drive around. They are our prime materia. Without them, we are nothing. So, lacking the mojo to fix myself over the weekend, I stayed in bed a lot. I drank a lot of fluids. Sannafrid was kind enough to bring me soup and remind me that, yes, I have people out here in Indiana who give a fuck about me—which helped even more than the soup. I think I’m finally to a point where I can conjure enough power to try to put myself back on track. Of course, I’ve already missed the Day and Hour of the Sun, the hypothetically best time to do that. Fortunately I’m more witch than magician, and I can work around that.
But, enough about that.
Before I got sick, I was finally making some progress on that whole astral projection thing. During a fit of insomnia that preceded my dive from “struggling against being sick” into “not going to class because I was up all night blowing my nose”, I discovered that Donald Michael Kraig covers the subject in the concluding chapter of his Modern Magick. For whatever reason, the method he describes worked better for me than any other I’ve tried, and I was able to achieve what Kraig describes as bilocation: ambling around my apartment, touching things to establish my sense of reality. Which was fucking awesome. If I could actually manage to pull it off every night (Have you notice I struggle with maintaining a daily anything? Yeah. Makes keeping up with my homework a problem, sometimes.) I would probably already be fully OBE.
I even had an interesting experience just while circumnavigating the apartment. When I pushed aside the blinds to place my astral hand against the window, I saw a giant something outside my window—big enough that all I really saw was an eye. This startled me, of course, and I pulled back, letting the “blinds” drop, and then had a good laugh at myself. Until something large slammed into the house Wards. Not being entirely sure what was going on, I decided to perform my Pentagram Rite astrally, then went back to my body. After which I went to sleep and nothing exciting happened.
I (sort of) managed it again last night while struggling with another bout of insomnia, only this time I kept crashing into things and breaking them. Retreating back to my body, I descended to my Inner Temple, where I did a little bit of maintenance and chatted with my spirit guide/friend Tsu. My mind must have still been unrully, though, because we got sucked through an open door into the Elemental Realm of Fire (a la Peckzac’s Outer Temple meditations. Interestingly, I felt a lot better after we hung out in the fire for a while.
So, while I have been sick and busy and not quite up to healing myself, I haven’t been wholly inactive. Which is good. I need to stay active to go forward.
Finally, while sick, I spent some time working on one of my other New Year, New You goals: migrating this blog to WordPress. As I have mentioned once or twice, I originally wanted to blog there anyway, but the site was down the day I tried. WP is technically superior, easier to operate, and easier to customize. And then there’s that whole thing with Google’s sudden changes to their privacy policies. Heheh. Yeah. So, within the next few weeks, I’ll be moving. I’ll keep this account “alive”, of course, to better show my love to all those people who live on blogger, but it won’t be active.
Which is sad, in a way: I broke 700 pageviews for the first time last month, and I have a very good time of making it to 800 this month. I even have a few amazing people who comment regularly. Comments or no, though, I love you all and I hope you’ll come with me.