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The temple space was erected in my craft room: an altar flanked by couches and sitting cusions, air thick with incense, and lit only by candles.\u00a0 I stand outside over a secondary altar, lighting a bundle of sage to fumigate each participant before entering.\u00a0 A line is forming behind Aradia, awaiting my attentions.<\/p>\n
I know all these people: they trust and respect me.\u00a0 I began the night by returning to the Headless Rite.\u00a0 I should be at the top of my game.\u00a0 I am not.\u00a0 Neither the fumigation nor the anointing packs the punch that it should.<\/p>\n
At last, everyone is in the circle.\u00a0 Aradia takes charge and we cast the circle hand to hand.\u00a0 She has been feeling less than herself, as well, and asks the group for healing and purification.\u00a0 As she takes her position in the center of the circle, all rise and reach out to offer what aid they can.<\/p>\n
One by one, most of us take our turn in the center.\u00a0 This is not my strong suit.\u00a0 Somehow, despite a couple spectacular successes, I have never devoted any real time to energetic healing.\u00a0 Mostly, I try to keep the energy level in the circle high, so that our less experienced participants are not draining themselves needlessly.<\/p>\n
At some point, I, too, take my turn in the center.\u00a0 I feel everyone reach out to me, feel them brush the edges of my energetic body.\u00a0 I try to let them in, to do the work that needs to be done.\u00a0 I can’t.<\/p>\n
At last, all who feel the need for purification have taken their turn in the center and it is time to move on.<\/p>\n
I put on a drum track and don my visionary mask and we all drift into trance.\u00a0 Well, they do.\u00a0 I go nowhere.\u00a0 I cannot even find the Void or my own Inner Temple.\u00a0 I drift, aimlessly, trapped in my own head. \u00a0 Finally the beat shifts, signaling the end of the track.\u00a0 I take off my mask and wait for everyone to return to themselves.<\/p>\n
Now is the time for divination.\u00a0 My guests pair off quickly, trading tarot readings while I sit dazed.\u00a0 There is a song <\/a>stuck in my head again.\u00a0 It’s been there off and on for days.\u00a0 This is something that almost never happens to me, but it has happened like this once before.<\/p>\n I have to wait a while, and end up ignoring too many of my guests as I remain lost in my own head, but I finally get a reading from Odyssia – one of maybe a handful of witches I have met in the KC metro whose skills are on a whole ‘nother level than Aradia and Chirotus and myself.\u00a0 The reading covered a lot of territory, but one thing stood out: in the wake of my experience over the last five years, I am without a worldview.\u00a0 I have no system of reference by which to contextualize my experiences.\u00a0 I need a frame.\u00a0 I need a direction in which to explore.<\/p>\n Looking for something concrete to give me, rather than simply affirming my laundry list of questions, Odyssia pulled a new trick from her bag: a pack of note cards she is drafting for her own oracle deck.\u00a0 At last, a clear image emerges.\u00a0 A name.\u00a0 Melek Taus.<\/p>\n I laugh.<\/p>\n The Peacock fucking Angel.<\/p>\n That song, you see, has been stuck in my head before.\u00a0 My senior year of college, it was there for more than a solid month before I realized what it was: an offer; an invitation; a call.\u00a0 From the one Power I had never, ever considered.\u00a0 I grew up in the Satanic Panic, you see.\u00a0 I spent the first decade of my practice defending against accusations of Devil Worship.\u00a0 And now Lucifer is reaching out to me?<\/p>\n And yet …<\/p>\n The Yezidi Peacock Angel (who may or may not be Lucifer) features prominently in modern Gnosticism.\u00a0 I have been flirting with Gnostic thought for more than a year.\u00a0 It’s all over my art, and half my favorite writers and thinkers have been flirting with it for years.\u00a0 The alien God who made everything and walked away is hard for me to embrace, and the desire to root itself in Christian heresy is not aesthetically or ethically appealing to me.\u00a0 But the Archons and the Blind Idiot God who rule over the hologram of the Empire and everything that falls under its shadow … yeah. I can see that in the world.<\/p>\n Melek Taus, I learned that night, also features prominently in the Feri tradition, which I have looked into on more than one occasion.\u00a0 Just to make things interesting.\u00a0 Because I need another source of queer art and power.\u00a0 (Actually, yes, I really fucking do.)<\/p>\n So here we go.\u00a0 Down the rabbit hole I’ve been dodging since 2014.\u00a0 I wanted a direction.\u00a0 Now I have it.<\/p>\n I’m giving in to the Luciferian Gnostic urge.\u00a0 I will write my own gospel and live my own myth.<\/p>\n Let’s wage war against the world.\u00a0 Awaken the sleepers.\u00a0 Fistfight heavenly powers.\u00a0 Engage in cosmological terrorism.\u00a0 Set ourselves ablaze and be lights in the darkness.<\/p>\n I’m in it to win it.\u00a0 Who’s with me?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The temple space was erected in my craft room: an altar flanked by couches and sitting cusions, air thick with incense, and lit only by candles.\u00a0 I stand outside over a secondary altar, lighting a bundle of sage to fumigate each participant before entering.\u00a0 A line is forming behind Aradia, awaiting my attentions. 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