Sunday, February 26, 2012

thoughts on faith and object constancy (when magick and madness collide)

I remember asking, through a haze of trance and candlelight, "how do you believe in anything?"

It sounds accusatory, or skeptical - it was neither. It was desperate. It was pleading. It was, and is, a question central to the journey I'm on, however broadly you'd like to draw that map.

How do you believe in anything?

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Words to Eat

My dearest darlings, have I ever fallen behind.

It's not that I haven't thought about writing, or that I haven't been doing any divination or ritual work or dreaming any interesting dreams or making any progress. It's just that my schedule, here lately, has eaten me alive and spat back out something that I am not entirely sure is still me, something I'm not entirely sure I recognize.

Something smaller, with softer edges, perhaps.

There is much to discuss, but let's start at the top.

It's Valentine's Day.