[on reading the musings of some elderly magicians on “urban magick”] Have they ever even MET a City? Pfff. Preposterous bollocks. Here’s a magical practice : Métromancie. You start off on a Situationist Dérive ( a “drift” where you let the signs and symbols of the City guide your steps, Continue Reading
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ENGAGEMENT, INITIATION, FAILURE
To me, it is a step across the Threshold, a taking-on of a new form of attention to the World: hard to go back upon, hard to rescind. Once taken, nothing can ever be the same. Best done in full knowledge and conscience of what the implications are, and I imagine even better done with a structure and support around one, from others further along on the Path one has chosen.
I had neither luxury: I was alone and unprepared; I did not fully measure the import of what was happening, or the responsibility I was taking on; I had no guides to teach, prepare, and look out for me; I had no Order or Tradition to look to, no fellow travellers to receive me in Ritual and in Communion.
THE BOOK OF THE CONQUESTS OF ARIÚ, AND OTHER SUNDRY MATTERS
TO begin with, the goddess Anú was born out of the fertile earth of Ariú, her land, and she lived there alone with all the beasts and all the glories of her Nature. After a time, she awoke four great kings to be her consorts: Bel, of the wind; Crom, Continue Reading
A Handwritten Note Found Folded Inside an Old Book on Yule
Christopher Strath-Gordon “As the Solstice Moon doth progress (sacred the Holly and the Flame) this b’ye month of assignation; let the Magician offer his Most Cunning and Secret Libation under cover of darkness such that no man’s eye shall see. Let the Force and aspiration persevere so that his Circle Continue Reading
HYPNAGOGIA
HYPNAGOGIA Mark Devlin <mark.devlin@XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.com> mer. 6 janv. 2021 15:22 À xxxxxxxxxxxx I just had the strangest experience. I was working on a translation, correcting it for XXXXXX. It’s a translation into English of a 1930s French Guide to Beauty. She had warned me that it was precious and over the top, and full Continue Reading
Desert Tales; Part I: Estrella, amor meu
“If AH TSA – the very bright star – appears, then, if you work with steadfastness and carefulness of mind, there will be a good result.” I repeat the reading in my head, looking over the dice laying in the box before me. Its impossible not to feel a sort of Continue Reading
RESOLVE
Stumbling to her door again in the dripping, rustling emptiness of the narrow street at three in the morning, knocking loud three times then trailing off in stutters of soft rappings as if to apologise for the intrusion, hoping she is asleep or not there, or that I will find Continue Reading
An Open Letter to Santa
Dear Santa, You don’t know me. I know, you have your list, you check it twice, but I’ve spent years fighting against the surveillance state in it’s multitude of forms. Hidden cameras, microphones, astral projection, ESP, spiritual voyeurs, all of these have been noted and combated by my efforts over Continue Reading
Cosmic Bull
December 26, 1998 – Albuquerque, NM, the airport Another holiday and another day in an airport. Waiting. Half of my life before and after I started my job has been a game of waiting and seeing what happens next. So I wait. I’m waiting for a Connector flight to D.C. Continue Reading
A Holiday Invitation
I received the summons on the twenty-first of December. “Summons” however, is not the right word. “Invitation,” in keeping with the holiday time of year, might be a better term. More accurately, it amounted to a conviction compounded of intuition and compulsion, a sort of calling, with all the Continue Reading