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wolven7Tori Amos - [Bells for Her]--- This name will probably mean nothing to all of you, but I saw Betsy, today. I haven't seen her in at least 4 years... One of those people who was friends with... acquaintences who later want to be friends, or at least act as such, when they see... Well. Whatever.
Nine Inch Nails - [Terrible Lie]--- In any event, I saw her, today, and a spell solidified. Those of you not interested in magical practice or theory can stop reading... Now.
I've been thinking, for the past several days, about a spell whose components are tatters of the past and fragments of missed and misapprehended opportunities, but I couldn't figure out what kind of spell it was, until, now. It is a spell to better apprehend future opportunities. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that I had a severe crush on Betsy, at one time, having just come out of a relationship, at that time, but I got over that, a while ago. (Curve - [Perish]). But like Johnny Truant, I don't think I'm ever really free of the way people made me feel. I think a very small part of that's mine, forever, want it, or no. It's that initial twinge, when you see someone, and it's there...
But the point is this: Take two fragments of missed and misapprehended opportunities (a letter from/to an unrequited interest, a flower petal, a piece of jewelry) and combine them with a piece of something irrevocably lost (a childhood illusion, an idea, a picture with a friend, now lost), and destroy them, together, if they're destrctable (and everything is, if you try hard enough).
Tori Amos - [Way Down]--- Take the ashes, pieces, powder, slag, or whatever residue is left, and place it in the palm of your left hand, while contemplating future paths, plans, and/or who you are and want to be (For a more visceral internalisation of the process, combine the remains into a paste and place into the palms of the hands, in whatever forms have greatest emotional, mental, intellectual, or professional significance to you.). (The Dresden Dolls - [Half Jack (Live)]). Take remains and bury, throw into the sea, burn, or scatter to wind, as appropriate. Having intrenalised the past while contemplating the present, and planing the future, all paths will become more clear.
This is the first "Spell" I've ever composed, you know? The majority of magical practice I've ever done has been in such a way that it's the brute movement of will and world, against or with one another. I figured I should take a crack a formalised endeavour.
Also, think about the fact that magic is an act of will, of working in concerted tension with existence, as a harp, or a bow, or your muscles, or the geosystem, or ecosystem... (Nine Inch Nails - [Head Like a Hole]). Certain ways use more or merely different words, than others, to capture it.
There was something else that flashed in my head, something else of Heraclitus, and the meaning of tension, release, and action, but it's gone, now.... If i remember it, I'll tell you... Something about the systems themselves needing to work in concert, the context and framework of a thing being the latice on which we build, or the trellis on which we grow the roses, or whatever the fucking thing... Ah well.
Anyway, there it is. A spell, for you, with the usual caveats and so forth. At least 3 of you now probably think I'm completely batshit insane, and I can respect that, but remember this: I never hid things from you, about what I thought, felt or believed. My magical practices and theories are there for everyone to see, come what may, as your thoughts and feelings should be able to be.
A Clockwork Orange - [Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Second Movement - Abridged]-- It's called integrity. Everyone has it, everyone should try it.
Later.
Nine Inch Nails - [Terrible Lie]--- In any event, I saw her, today, and a spell solidified. Those of you not interested in magical practice or theory can stop reading... Now.
I've been thinking, for the past several days, about a spell whose components are tatters of the past and fragments of missed and misapprehended opportunities, but I couldn't figure out what kind of spell it was, until, now. It is a spell to better apprehend future opportunities. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that I had a severe crush on Betsy, at one time, having just come out of a relationship, at that time, but I got over that, a while ago. (Curve - [Perish]). But like Johnny Truant, I don't think I'm ever really free of the way people made me feel. I think a very small part of that's mine, forever, want it, or no. It's that initial twinge, when you see someone, and it's there...
But the point is this: Take two fragments of missed and misapprehended opportunities (a letter from/to an unrequited interest, a flower petal, a piece of jewelry) and combine them with a piece of something irrevocably lost (a childhood illusion, an idea, a picture with a friend, now lost), and destroy them, together, if they're destrctable (and everything is, if you try hard enough).
Tori Amos - [Way Down]--- Take the ashes, pieces, powder, slag, or whatever residue is left, and place it in the palm of your left hand, while contemplating future paths, plans, and/or who you are and want to be (For a more visceral internalisation of the process, combine the remains into a paste and place into the palms of the hands, in whatever forms have greatest emotional, mental, intellectual, or professional significance to you.). (The Dresden Dolls - [Half Jack (Live)]). Take remains and bury, throw into the sea, burn, or scatter to wind, as appropriate. Having intrenalised the past while contemplating the present, and planing the future, all paths will become more clear.
This is the first "Spell" I've ever composed, you know? The majority of magical practice I've ever done has been in such a way that it's the brute movement of will and world, against or with one another. I figured I should take a crack a formalised endeavour.
Also, think about the fact that magic is an act of will, of working in concerted tension with existence, as a harp, or a bow, or your muscles, or the geosystem, or ecosystem... (Nine Inch Nails - [Head Like a Hole]). Certain ways use more or merely different words, than others, to capture it.
There was something else that flashed in my head, something else of Heraclitus, and the meaning of tension, release, and action, but it's gone, now.... If i remember it, I'll tell you... Something about the systems themselves needing to work in concert, the context and framework of a thing being the latice on which we build, or the trellis on which we grow the roses, or whatever the fucking thing... Ah well.
Anyway, there it is. A spell, for you, with the usual caveats and so forth. At least 3 of you now probably think I'm completely batshit insane, and I can respect that, but remember this: I never hid things from you, about what I thought, felt or believed. My magical practices and theories are there for everyone to see, come what may, as your thoughts and feelings should be able to be.
A Clockwork Orange - [Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Second Movement - Abridged]-- It's called integrity. Everyone has it, everyone should try it.
Later.
