Well, this blog is certainly overdue for a post! Luckily, my Domagick summary is incredibly easy this time around.
In short, I invoked spirits daily for thirty days. All of my invocations were what I would deem effective. In other words, I sensed the invited guests with at least some success each time. That doesn’t mean that it felt like fireworks were going off every time. Sometime the sensations were slight. Moreover, I tended to let my day-to-day needs dictate who I communicated with (plus why and how), without any plan to guide my work. By month’s end, the work felt choppy and disconnected because of it, and I had to take greater care with my balancing.
Near the end of October, life events drew me towards working with Lucifer and Verrine for the challenge. Besides invocations, I invited them into my life through art and tried to capture my impressions of them quickly on paper. I wasn’t worried about how well I drew here, but rather getting down what I saw.
All in all, this was a scattered challenge, and I need to attack the next one with a better plan in mind.
Earlier in the week, I stopped on the way to school to gaze up at the harvest moon. Huge and full, it floated effortlessly across a still dark sky. It was a beautiful but bittersweet sight, somewhat like catching a quick glimpse of a treasured friend I might not see again for a while. My studies have kept me so busy that I’ve often felt like I’ve barely had time to eat and sleep. I’ve managed to keep up my rune work (very barely), but my attempts at meditation have been scattered at best. It’s been a humbling experience.
I’ve been asked many times in the past how I manage to find the time to do magick every day. I’ve always answered the same way before now: magick is important to me, so I make time for it rather than find time for it. This is definitely harder now that I am no longer my sole boss. I’ve always had to answer to the needs of my family, but previous to this I was just self-employed. Now I have to meet my teachers’ deadlines as well as my own, and that makes fitting magick into my schedule much more difficult. I realize now the luxury of time I had before and appreciate my spare moments all the more.
I also realize that having less time means doing less, whether I like it or not. At least for me, it does. I will have to put some of my more complicated magickal ideas on the back-burner if I am to get through the busy nine months ahead. Instead, I will have to focus on the true bones of my practice–the foundation that must remain in place–when I can’t do as much. For the DoMagick
challenge in October, I am going back to basics and will simply invoke my patron, Amducius, daily and sit in his presence. It may not be exciting for my readers, but this work has consistently and regularly produced the results I have wanted before, i.e. connected me with Spirit and improved my life. With things as chaotic as they are right now, simply completing the challenge is all I can really aim for at the moment.
I am not going to lock myself into a specific style of invocation, as they will vary depending on where I am when reaching out to him. I will undoubtedly have to do this on the go as well as incorporate my artistic schooling into it, and that means I have to keep my options open and think on my feet.
Good luck to all participating!
Every day this month, I have been invoking Belphegore and drawing his energy down into myself. This has been an attempt at self-alchemy. I have wanted to transform myself into someone stronger, both emotionally and professionally. In thanks, I am writing a piece of fiction for him.
I always find the success of these workings in the emotional realm hard to judge, especially when I am in the midst of them. I continue to have my bad days and my good days, with stress getting to me on some far more than others. Isn’t that the case for everyone? On the other hand, I’ve also realized that there are certain factors in my life that I currently can’t change. Writing or trying to get any concentrated work done is impossible for me on the weekend, yet I keep trying. Come Sunday, I haven’t gained much ground and I’m much more frustrated than I was before. It’s just not worth it anymore. I have to surrender to the situation.
The same could be said for the story I am writing for Belphegore. I started on one plot, got about 3500 words into it, and knew I was going the down the wrong path. I had the right character (mostly), but this was the wrong story for her. If I kept going, the result would feel forced and lackluster—nothing I’d want to offer to Belphegore. Even if I could salvage what I’d written for another project later on, I knew I had to start his story again. So far, I’ve written 4500 words of it. I’ve been keeping record of my invocations and offerings in brief on Instagram, Tumblr, and Facebook during that time.
Really, it’s fitting that Belphegore is an earth daemon because this story feels like being on an archeological dig. I started in one direction, thinking I knew where the buried treasure was, only to discover I’d been traveling the wrong way. Once I got back on track, the route to the treasure remains strewn with rubble. Each day I clear away a bit more, revealing another glimpse of my characters, and I have to take notes on what to go back and edit to keep it in line with what I discovered. I usually am a planner when it comes to writing, but I am “pantsing” this one. Neither is better—either way, my output remains painfully slow.
Be that as me may, I promised I would share snippets from what I am writing. As the story is meant to honor Belphegore, I’ll start with this: