I hope the readers that stumbled upon my previous post about the 3 of coins and spring found it delightful and useful, here it is if you would like to read it. Right here and right now, I want to share a few things that are developing.
I started this site as a way for me to open up about myself, a way to force an articulation of my inner thoughts, a dialectic between myself and whomever found any of my words relevant. Since that humble beginning, much has transpired. I have grown in my connection to the tarot, taken classes with the wonderfully precise Camelia Elias, moved to the far-away Pacific Northwest, learned to detach more effectively from constructs (both cultural and self-made). I have also deepened my magical journey, the journey of enchantment. I realize now I have come full circle the deeper I go, as mentioned a few weeks ago, while improving in constancy with working in the realms of the unseen. In other words, I have effectively gotten braver as I have stepped into the unfathomable waters. I am happy to mention, in passing, that I have begun my “friendship,” conversation, dialogue, with Saint Expedite, today April 19th, on his feastday. This has been a couple of months in the making. I like where this folk catholic journey is taking me. I appreciate and feel a connection to the permutations of catholicism within the everyday magical approaches of the past. It gives me a sense of connecting to my ancestors, while also allowing me to see the varying vectors of magic that evolved from the interaction of the everyday folk and the formal structure of the catholic framework.
I stumbled, through a variety of ways, first by way of “reading the cards like the devil,” and then via Runesoup, on Jose Leitao’s grimoric The Book of Saint Cyprian: The Sorcerer’s Treasure. Added a link for those curious. This has been another work in the making. I have been reading it slowly, taking my time, while also aware that once I am done I will start reading it again. The depths hidden within this book are profound. It unlocked the floodgates, and I find myself reading more consistently. Both in search for the strings of connected magic, the framework underneath all that is seen, and also as a way of formulating and composing my own myths and mythic structure. This, in and of itself, is an ongoing never-ending quest. Aside from Leitao’s powerhouse of a book, I want to add a few more books I have recently read or am reading, Gordon White’s Pieces of Eight and Starships, Stephen Flower’s books on Runes and Runology are always on hand and close. Lastly, I am re-reading Samuel T. Coleridge’s poetry, with John Milton on the wait-list as the followup. So many roots and byways have opened with the beginning of this year, initiated by virtue of taking the journey serious, that it is sometimes overwhelming because I want to devour it all, but I am reminded constantly to pace myself as I am also of flesh and bone.
As all this percolates within and without, I find myself considering the role of knowledge, true wisdom in my life, as I see it, and the purpose of cohesion. Even though I am always reading, I have become tacitly aware that true ancestral wisdom, that which stems from the deep tide of civilization spanning back unfathomable centuries, is inherent. It is something we carry unconsciously, that is unlocked when we take the time to truly consider reality, unreality, progression, destruction, the stars, birth, life, living, humanity. It is something we glean in our inner realms, like a small iridescent rock that is accidentally unearthed from the deep dark earth. I find myself thinking about this small iridescent rock, wanting to draw it nearer, to know it, and to see it clearer. Knowing that the true magic, that which lies in the unconscious, is universal.
As I mark my one year anniversary, I am thankful for all the spirits and forces and gods and goddesses that have enriched my life, passed by, destroyed, helped, guided, taunted, looked on, and overall changed me and my surroundings in some way. And I am thankful to you, the reader, that for whatever reason, stops by this small space on the internet to read my words. Thank you.
While the road continues, I hope to create narratives that are pertinent, precise, and poetic, slinging the cards as always.