do magick challenge – Journey Through The Obsidian Dream

Meditative Acts: Day 10: Baphomet 1

Satyr Magos27/12/2017

Tonight’s meditations opened up the second phase of my meditative acts: devotional ritual and prayer to the distinctly post-modern god/dess Baphomet. If linear time were a thing, we would say that the god Baphomet began as an accusation whispered against the Templars — possibly a French bastardization of “Mohammed”. The goat-headed androgyne we recognize today was first attested by Eliphas Levi. (See Wikipedia for the short version; enjoy your conspiracy-greased rabbit hole of choice thereafter.) Levi was, in fact, my first encounter with Baphomet — Doctrine and Ritual of Trancendental Magic was one of the first magical books I ever bought — but, like much of the world, my relationship with the god owes more to Peter Carroll’s “Mass of Chaos B”, as presented in Liber Null & Psychonaut.

I built the altar slowly over the course of the day, but I inevitably found myself fussing with it throughout the evening’s meditations, trying to attune it so as to best please the god.

As I had planned from the outset, I opened my week devoted to Baphomet by returning to Carroll’s “Mass…” The effects were, in some ways, less spectacular than the last times I performed the rite. At the same time, I think my magickal voltmeter might be calibrated somewhat differently since then, and I now have an established relationship with the god, making a dramatic reveal on zir part somewhat unnecessary. The rite completed, I lit my candle and sat to listen.

Four things stood out.

Firstly, Baphomet’s presence in the room was far more immanent than that of Dionysos. Not that the god was closer, per se, but perhaps that zie had less distance to travel?

Secondly, I was informed that tomorrow night’s meditation is to be a return (again) to DDRH’s Baphomet Ritual.

Thirdly, I as I was meditating I became acutely aware of the attention of the other magical masks hanging in my altar room. I’m really really not sure what to do with that. Hopefully clarity will come with time?

Finally, sitting still for that lone is getting much easier very quickly. So, something of a victory there.

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Meditative Acts Day 9 — Interlude 1 : Candlemaking 2

Satyr Magos26/12/2017

Tonight’s meditative act consisted of pouring the candles for my second week of devotional prayer, which will be devoted to Baphomet, god/dess of Chaos Magick and fucking queers.

My first round of candles I poured in a single stage. Research in the interim has revealed that other kinds of wax don’t take that well, but because I chose soy it worked out mostly fine. I say mostly, because I did have trouble with the bottoms of the wicks drifting to the sides of the jars. In four cases, that only resulted in scorching the glass a little; in the fifth, it resulted in the bottom of the jar blowing out.

With that in mind, I poured the wax in two stages: melting a little in my pot, pouring just a finger’s worth in the bottom of each jar, and then carefully lowering the wicks in to the center of the cooling wax. By the time I’d melted enough wax to add any substantial amount to the jars, the bottom layer had cooled and I was able to pull the wicks taut and center.

While I waited on the wax to melt, I chanted the name Baphomet incessantly and channeled as much energy as I could into the melting wax and the vessels.

As a full time artisan, it was so easy it almost felt like cheating. That’s not to say that I had no intrusive thoughts — lovers, present past and prospective; holiday drama; shit, don’t light that on fire — but the Zone, toward which all artists strive, is only a half-step from meditative trance even under the worst circumstances. I find the Zone very easily, particularly while working on magical arts.

I think, though, that it was the correct choice. Following a week-plus-one of the intense spiritual and emotional labor of prostrating myself before the god I’ve been courting off and on for the last decade … it was both soothing and cathartic to take a lower-stakes route to meditation.

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Do Magick Challenge: Meditative Acts Day 8: Dionysos 8

Satyr Magos25/12/2017

Last night I completed the first week of the December Do Magick Challenge. In doing so, I completed a week of prayer to and meditation with the god Dionysos. I have poured wine, drank wine, burned frankincense, and offered long-burning votive candles. I have read Homeric hymns, Orphic hymns, modern hymns. I have played music, and I have sat in silence. I have felt both the presence and the absence of the god. I have been numb, and I have been reamed out, and I have been brought to outbursts of both tears and laughter.

I have been so overwhelmed by the Christmas Holiday that I lost count of the days and doubled up on the fifth without realizing it. So today was my eighth day of Dionysos. But I think I needed it.

The intensity of the experience built quickly, with each of the first four days being much more intense than the last. The next three days were less and less intense, but more and more lucid. So much so (on both counts) that I found myself doubting the experiences, as they were, in many ways, too much what I hoped for an expected. Tonight was the natural culmination of that arc, with the god saying clearly what it is that he wants and expects from me.

There are so many bits and pieces. So many stories I could tell if only I had the words.

On a somewhat technical note, I have determined that, of the hymns I’ve found so far, the ones that move me best are the Orphic Hymns as translated by Apostolos N. Athanassakis. In particular, I adore hymns 30. To Dionysos, 42. To Mise, and 45. To Dionysos Bassareus and Triennial. Together, these three hymns invite the god to show up in his/her two mixed-gender incarnations, attend the initiates, and bring the party.

Probably the most interesting to people who are not me is Dionysus’ claim to the patronage of all the arts I pursue, not just the “theatre” of my storytelling. I have always looked to Hephaestos as the patron of my jewelry arts, so this gave me a bit of pause; the ever estimable Jack Faust pointed me toward the Kabeiroi, sons of Hephaestos who were both master craftsmen and Bacchic revelers, as an intercessory force in that regard. The notion of Dionysiac photography is more interesting still — very much the exploration of myth, ritual, and identity that I aspire to pursue.

Less interesting, but more personally relevant, is the question of my relationship with the god. As someone who has very little personal background in worship, but a great deal of background in sorcery, I have often been at a loss for what the god might want from me in return for his blessings. The last two nights the answer to that has been a vague but (in theory) reassuring “what you’re doing is great.” Anyone who’s ever had a boss knows that’s not a phrase you can trust. Tonight, though, the image was made more clear. My role in this relationship is simply to worship … to drink wine, and make art, and make wine, and laugh and love and dance in his name. Dionysus does not want or need me to be a priest or a temple-keeper or an evangelist or even a satyr. I am a Maenad. I don the mantle. I perform the rites. I live and laugh and drink and dance and fuck for Dionysus. And when he moves on, I go back to my life until he returns. That is to say, he is content with our relationship as it stands, and to maybe dial it up a notch or two.

I also got an interesting sense of approval that I will be moving on from Dionysos to Baphomet. They share currents, it seems.

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Do Magick Challenge: Meditative Acts: Day 1: Dionysos 1

Satyr Magos18/12/2017

Re-Introduction:

Having lost a week to a hand injury, and a bit more time to playing catch up (plus some personal turmoil, just for spice), I actually considered backing out of this month’s challenge. As you can see, I have perservered and finally begun

As you all may recall, one of the central tropes of my meditative acts is DIYing novena candles for each of the four gods I’ll be honoring. Below are the four images I ultimately settled on. An Attic black-figure, an Attic red-figure, a Roman tile, and a devotional image of my own.

From the moment I first set this course, I have been struggling to decide whether the ritual — the casting of the circle, the offerings, the prayers — counted as part of the 30 minutes of meditation. Ultimately I decided that they did: the theme of the month’s challenge, after all, is “Meditative Acts“. With that decision made at about 8.30 this evening, I finally began.

The Altar:

I finally began building the altar for my first week of prayer this past Friday, when I no longer needed the altar room for this past week’s photo shoot. It’s fairly simple, at least to start. Having met me, it’s likely to grow to overtake the main altar. In the mean time, y’all should be proud of me that it’s not more over the top from the jump.

The Ritual:

I washed my hands and face in preparation, then changed into the all-white costume I have been using intermittently for my esbat celebrations. Cleansed and dressed, I cast a circle, conjuring each element by attunement. At the last minute, I felt called to add my chiton and wear it so that it was draped over my head as well as around my body, as many pottery images indicate was done in some Classical rituals. So prepared, I lit the charcoal and burned frankincense tears and poured the first libation, calling out “Io Dionysos!” After that, I read the three Homeric Hymns to Dionysos aloud, pouring out and throwing back another libation after each hymn. Once I was done with the hymns, I poured and drank a second-to-last libations, and lit the first of four seven day candles that I prepared over the last week.

The Meditation:

Reading the hymns and making the offerings took about fifteen minutes, leaving me half of the allotted 30 to sit and listen. The moment I sat down, I felt endued with power, as though I were doing magical ritual of an entirely different sort. The sensation grew, quickly accompanied by a growing ringing in my ears, but never quite crossed the line into the sensation that Dionysos, Himself, was present. I had a very brief vision of a paridisal forest I took to be Nysa, though, which … given my background in Lack Of Prayer is actually a pretty strong start.

Because I am terrible at meditation, I only made it about 11 minutes before I began to grow restless and impatient for the alarm.

Preliminary Thoughts:

Given the week/month/year I’ve just had, I feel good that I was able to sit down at all. Given my lifetime of Not Praying, I feel pretty good about how that portion went as well. Beyond that … well, frankly, this is just the beginning.

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Meditative Acts — Research #2: Candles

Satyr Magos30/11/20172 Comments

Aradia and I have been talking about making our own candles for a while now. In particular, though not necessarily relevant to his conversation, we have some interesting ideas regarding Imbolc and Valentine’s Day and recycling candles to light new fires for the coming year. So, when I started thinking about devotional meditations, in part inspired by folk saint rituals, it wasn’t much of a leap to DIYing the candles.

Candle making, at its basic, is simple. You need wax, wicks, and a couple vessels. A weight for the bottom of the wick is handy. So’s a clip to hold the wick still while you pour the wax. You need one vessel to melt the wax in, and another to pour the wax into. You can add dies, scents, glitter, and a variety of other things to make end result prettier, the process more involved. And I may do that as I get down the “don’t make a mess” part.

The wax and wicks arrived a couple weeks ago. In my first test pour I discovered that while the vessels I have to pour the wax into – reused novena candle containers – work just fine, the vessel I have to melt the wax in and pour the wax from – a Pyrex measuring cup – is not quite as large as I need. The larger wax melting vessel should arrive in the mail today, along with some wick clips just to make life a little easier.

When the wax has cooled, I’ll stick each candle with an image of the divinity to whom it’s being dedicated. It should surprise y’all none that between my own art and what I’ve found on the internet, I have a lot of devotional to bring to the occasion.

I’m still trying to decide, from a ritual standpoint, whether it’s better to make the candles in advance and come into each week prepared, or to make making the candles the core of the ritual for the first night of each week. From a logistics standpoint, obviously, it’s easier to make them in advance. And the candle making doesn’t fit really well into the “meditative acts” frame of this months’ challenge. I suddenly remember, though, that 4 weeks =/= 30 days. There’s room for a prologue and an epilogue. That day at the beginning gives me time to make a lot of candles and keep to framework I’ve already established.

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Meditative Acts – Research #1: Contemplation

Satyr Magos29/11/2017

I have known since September that I wanted to participate in the December Do Magick Challenge. I know that meditation is one of my greatest weaknesses. When the full details of the challenge were dropped at the beginning of November, it did not take long for me to settle on the nature of the meditation that I wanted to do.

As I discussed in my previous post, I don’t have much in the way of personal history with prayer. So it took me a while to figure out what that aspect of it might look like. In discussing the matter with Aradia, she pointed out that I had been doing weekly-plus offering rituals to the land spirits at the Sunrise Temple and, “What do you think that was?”

Oh. Yeah. Duh.

Over the course of November I also had the opportunity to listen to a couple people talk about their rituals involving folk saints — inevitably, Santa Muerte in particular. Those rituals tend to revolve around seven day / novena candles. Now, I’ve spent some time looking for prayer candles with images of my gods. They’re available, but … wow$er. I can do that shit myself. As an added bonus, doing it myself adds significance to the candle. Plus Aradia and I have been talking about making our own candles for quite some time, anyway.

So, yeah. That.

Inevitably, given two of the gods I have chosen – Dionysos, Rhea – there will be some pouring of wine. I can’t decide if Lucifer or Baphomet would prefer coffee … or whiskey. Whichever way that lands, there will be libations across the board.

Between these three points — Jason Miller’s Rite of General Offering; hand-made novena candles; libations — I think I have the basis of a solid ritual. I just need to work out the details.