Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Change of Mood

Isn't it funny how one little ritual, a ritual you've done a 1,001 times, done for routine reasons but with focus, can seriously change one's mood? Tonight I went from mundane to that special spiritual mood that, I wouldn't even call magickal. Just peace.

It is moments like this that makes all those rituals done before, when bored and barely focused, full of initiatory angst, really pay off.

Funny that.

For those of you that are new. Do that LBRP/BRH...a lot. If that isn't your deal, find its equivilent in what you do. Do it...a lot.

Peace.

Observation

I have been considering the difference in how magick feels given different telesma. In this particular case, the difference in feel between using various hoodoo powders vs. paper talismans, dressed candles and thought forms.

As I reach out to feel various spells whose effects are on going, I am left with the impression that hoodoo powders make the spell feel 'heavier'. I am not convinced of greater permanence or effect at this time.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Added to Blog List

Jason Miller has a new blog about taking back your mind. Jason usually has something interesting to say. The blog is on the list to the right of this space and can be found here.

As for me, I am still continue the Stavish meditations but feel that I'm in an imposed silence. Imposed from within or without I can not say.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Camping Trip

This weekend was about camping with My Gal and good friends Tami and Louie along with new friends Janet and Derrick. We had a good time in the Balch Camp area of the Sequoias. What does this have to do with magick you say? Well, I will tell you.

I remember years ago meeting some folks that had traveled here from England and said that if you can do magick here [Fresno, CA] you can do it anywhere. They said Fresno is magickally dead. The first night I was there, I ran through the LBRP in my head as I often do before going to sleep. The circle quite forcefully and naturally burned itself into the ground around me. I was impressed.

Next we went to a place called Indian Baths or something like that. The place was cool and peaceful. I did some energy raising and balancing there to great effect.

The next day we went to Hidden Falls. I reached out to see if I could feel the spirit of the river. Could I ever! He was as strong as Pan but only in his local area. He was self-aware but not aware of too much outside of his immediate surroundings. Later we went to another patch of ground and I just asked to be directed to the spirit loci. The wave of energy that turned my head in their direction was palpable.

The next time I hear of an occultist, magician, witch etc., talk about the spirit of a place, I will know what they are talking about. It is one thing to believe in such things, quite another to experience them.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

On to Fire

Well, it has been a while since my last post of any substance.

I have continued the Stavish meditations. The book is called Between the Gates. I am on water and that is my element of issue. So, I've had little result except a few confusing dreams. I am not following Stavish instructions to change each element at exactly a week. Instead, I continue until that little voice tells me I am done. I am hearing that voice now with water and switched to fire last night.

I dreamed that I was on a ranch. I had dreamed of this ranch before. My Gal is always in the dream when the ranch appears. There is a lake. In talking to the wealthy people who owned the place, I was suddenly told to get out. I was puzzled by this but I left. Someone asked what happened. I told her the woman owner asked to see the shirt I was wearing under another shirt. Then kicked me out. The reaction was that the lady did not like vertical stripes. There was a shared reaction that this was unreasonable and then the line, "Her husband loves her greatly." Left unspoken was the understanding that the love would have to be strong to put up with her behavior.

I also dreamed that I was at a large house with my sister. The house was shaped like a square with an inner courtyard. In one corner of the courtyard, there was a deep pool but very natural. This was not a modern swimming pool. It was dirty and ugly. My sister was about to walk into and I told her not to. I said, "That is like quicksand, no it is quicksand."

I find it interesting that as soon as I start moving on to fire, I dream of water. There were no water dreams when I was meditating on water.

There have been other symptoms of my water time. I felt as if the key to spirit was laying around but hopelessly overlooked. My mentor tells me that I am closer to spirit than I think but I don't feel that. The other symptoms I am keeping to myself. I simply don't feel like sharing them. As the lack of posts indicate, I am not really talkative at this point.