Breaking Radio Silence

...ever so briefly.

I've just returned from Crucible.  As always, Arthur put together a highly informative, well run and fun gathering. The only dramas (at least that I was aware of) were of the more or less scripted variety.  I learned stuff.  I hung out with friends.  I met new people that I certainly hope will become friends in the future.  I got a couple of "hey, pay attention!" flicks from the Universe.  Nothing that would raise welts or create bruises, mind you, but just in case I didn't pay sufficient attention, the Sunday newspaper, waiting for me at home had a reminder.  Jow and I had a very significant talk (although I doubt he realized the significance; I certainly did not at the time) about gates, doorways and silence, while standing at the bar at a very noisy party.  I got to drink some of Deb's home made cordial.  And during some quiet, contemplative time on the ride home, I did get some insight into some of my own behavior.

All in all, a nearly perfect magical conference weekend.  (what kept it from being perfect?  Those, baby, are my issues!)

I've no idea if this means that there will be a return to writing or not.  But I am certainly not going to sweat it.

In the famed words of Monty Python...

I'm not dead yet. 

But with the looming death of google reader, I suspect that I might as well be, even should I decide once again to write.

Should these be my last words, I will leave you with these:

Magic works, dammit.  Just do it.  Practice it.  Live with it.  Reading about it, studying about it, chatting about it all have their places, but the proof is in the practical pudding. 

Get busy and do it!

My learning experience of the week

Everyone wants to be heard.  People (whether we are referring to humans, or other "people") need to know that they are listened to, heard, acknowledged to exist. 

I am good at listening.

No one wants to feel as if they were put under the business end of an electron microscope. 

This, I need to remember.

I have friends who write books!

Real, workable (and worked!) magic from Deborah Castellano, who brings you the Charmed, I'm Sure blog, and many articles and essays on Witch Vox, The Witches Voice.  The book is available here.

After all, can you really say that you couldn't use some glamour in your life?

Initiations; Break-throughs; Change States...

A major, long term magical/psychological experiment has reached it's end.  I've come out the other side and conclusions are being drawn.  And I am shedding like a damned snake.  I've had this happen before, upon going through a doorway at the conclusion of a long term magical project.  I know of other magical workers who have dealt with far worse physical manifestations as they move from one state to another.  I just wish I wasn't so itchy.



Editors note:  I am not using metaphor, this is a very physical reaction I am describing, and it is somewhat disconcerting (and itchy!). 

Yes, I am alive!

I know this blog is practically moribund, blogging just doesn't seem to be part of my life path at the moment.  I did want to mention though, that I will be "doing" the ritual at The Witches Moonlight Masquerade  Ball this Saturday (October 27th).  If anyone reading this in the general area of New Jersey and is on Facebook and is interested in attending, information can be found here:  https://www.facebook.com/events/226430980818301/  (please note, I am not running or administering this event).  Having attended this Ball several times, I can say it is a lot of fun, and the money raised goes toward two worthy charities (one for humans, one for animals).

As for this years ritual; all I can say is, if performing it is anywhere near as interesting as writing it was, it should be a very interesting evening, indeed!

A framed art nouveau depiction of gotterdammerung just fell off my wall, sending shards of glass (more shards of glass than the picture frame had glass originally, I swear) everywhere. What do you think this is a portent of?