Something about this experiment in Chaos Magick has gotten me thinking about the old days. Hence the Timeline overhaul and all the post about my teenage years. I’ll warn you now: there may be more of that coming, though on different subjects.
Aside from continuing my daily banishing, most of my work this week has consisted of the shielding experiments which sent me down memory lane, which I’ll talk about in detail tomorrow.
Friday night, I began another round of mask-making. In accordance with the season, I was making another Death mask, which I hoped to sell for enough to reup my absinthe supply in time for Samhain. Sadly, the clay wasn’t quite the right consistency, and shattered as it dried. Hopefully I will have time to try again sometime this week.
I also fired a shoal of sigils Friday night. I’m not gonna lie: this was some seriously low-brow shit. The sort of thing that people get into fights about whether or not it’s beneath a magician’s dignity to do, and which, if approached from the wrong angle, could even be an ethical problem. Yeah, that’s right: I’m using magic to help me get laid. Go ahead, judge me. That’s fair.
Divining before hand, it was almost an unqualified green light. But … two 
potential problems came up. In the “coming in” position of the reading was XIII Death, last seen in my monthly reading in the 7th House; a more cautious person might have taken that as a sign not to cast. Then, 7S “Futility” and I the Magus sat together in the “final outcome” position. It seems likely that this indicates that, despite my best efforts, success in this arena will constitute a distraction from my school work.
Speaking of distractions from my school work: although the last week has been light enough for me to write this barrage of posts, things are going to get busy again after midterm. The timeline I established for Project Null was predicated on last semester’s workload. This semester’s load is much greater, and while I will strive to keep to that original schedule … well, school always has to come first.
Ironically, as I do an increasing amount of magical work every day, my meditation has fallen off completely. Sadly, time spent staring at people’s auras in the cafeteria or out and about don’t count.
I have been able to remember my dreams upon waking only a few mornings, which is probably largely attributable to the sleeping teas I’ve been relying on for the last two weeks. The fact that my dream recall has improved since I ran out of valerian tends to confirm this theory. Most oddly, the night after charging the “get laid” sigil shoal, what do I dream about? Why, the zombie apocalypse, of course, featuring a number of students from my school that I have never once spoken to.
I live a charmed life, mostly, but a strange one.
My plan for the coming week is to launch another shoal or two of sigils, finish reading Strategic Sorcery, and get back into Liber Null. I’m also contemplating how to consciously interface my sigil magic with my Web of Influence for improved accuracy and timing. So far, I’ve begun by tacking my fired sigils up with the maps that have become the visual representation of that web. I will also continue brainstorming for what, precisely, I want the servitor I’m going to create as a part of this project to do; the general thought right now is bolster my house wards and serve as a guardian/attack dog.