Domagick Meditativeacts Days 8 – 10

I’ve rarely missed days blogging in any of the Domagick challenges I have participated in before, even when I have been under the weather. This time I decided to give my body a break and concentrate of trying to feel better. To be honest, I didn’t have much choice. It felt as if jackhammers were going off inside my skull at one point. I meditated for a short period each day, but sinus pressure often made it difficult to concentrate. Here are the highlights:

Day 8: Amducius underlined that he is part of the Asmodai, but I haven’t been honoring him as such lately as much as I used to do. I saw how I need to rearrange me altar and devotions.

Day 9: Whapped about the head in regards to my priorities.

Day 10: Realizing that the whap about the head is a good thing, and completely needed.

So it was a productive three days away, if very stuffed up. Achoo! Today I am grateful for cold medicine!

 

Floating with Amducius

Today proved again to me why daily practice is important. I didn’t expect anything special to happen when I sat down to meditate this evening. If anything, I thought that my session would be rather lackluster. Since I’d put in a couple hours editing a piece I’m working on and I was tired, I didn’t think I’d hear Amducius very well. I decided to simply concentrate on relaxing my body’s muscles instead, focusing on sending compassion to all the spots where I was aching. I was tempted to skip meditation altogether, but magick is a habit now. I keep plugging away.

In short, I let my body know that it was all right to feel whatever it what feeling, piece by piece.  As I moved from head to toe, the pains of the day slowly backed off—as did other pains I suffer on a more regular basis. That surprised me. I didn’t realize how I’m resisting some of the sensations my body deals with every day. I think I’m clenching my muscles to fight off some of those feelings, which only makes them worse.

My body and my mood continued to lighten as I approached the end of the meditation. By the end of it, I felt so buoyant that it was like I was floating, joy coming off of me in waves. I’ve experienced this sensation before when meditating on the Void or the All, but rarely spontaneously like this. I gave thanks to Amducius when I was done. I certainly hadn’t expected that result, but I felt much better for it.

Hearing the Horse

By the time I finished my work today, I felt wrung out. Instead of talking to Amducius, I decided I simply wanted to sit in his presence for a while. If I did hear anything, I would take that as a bonus, but it wasn’t the point. I just wanted to relax with him.

I did hear something, however—a strange distortion in the nature MP3 that I’d chosen to put on. I almost always meditate on Amducius in complete silence, but for some reason today I left the MP3 going. I’ve listened to it many, many times, but I’ve never heard what I thought I did today: the sound of an animal walking through the rain and eating the leaves. My first thought was that it was a horse or a deer. Now that I think about how Amducius is supposed to appear in the Dictionnaire Infernal, that makes me laugh a little!

I’m glad we didn’t have an actual rain here today. It was nearly warm enough for that, with old man winter giving us a brief reprieve.

Amducius and Chill

Domagick Meditative Acts Day 05

Today the real challenge for me was fitting time in time for meditation. I managed to squeeze in a little work before my appointment this morning, but afterward I felt like I was playing catch up for the rest of the day. The piece I am editing is going terribly slowly, with only fourteen of twenty-three pages completed in two hours. That’s only the first edit too, and that’s just one thing on my plate.

When I did get down to talking with Amducius, my thoughts kept wandering back to my to-do list, making his end of the conversation difficult to hear. This is why I do my best to fit it in at the beginning of the day, but sometimes it simply isn’t possible. I felt better for even trying, and that’s why I know it good to put in the time and effort, even when the results don’t manifest how I want.

For now, I am going to kick back and listen to some of the tracks on the Calm meditation app. I need to chill for a while.

Amducius: Unicorn with Hands

Domagick Meditative Acts Day 04

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A picture of Amducius from Collin de Plancy’s DICTIONNAIRE INFERNAL. Art by M. Jarrault.

I love unicorns due to the picture of Amducius from Collin de Plancy’s DICTIONNAIRE INFERNAL. Now that is a unicorn that may stab you with its head! Check out those hands. Bizarre. Admittedly, Amducius has never appeared to me this way, but I wouldn’t put it past him. Maybe I will write about him a unicorn one day.

My normal schedule is thrown off by my partner being at home this week, recovering from surgery. This morning started off with an appointment—as will most of the other days this week. I’d usually try to meditate with Amducius first thing, but for now I have to work our conversations into my free time in the afternoon.

I did manage to spend longer with him today than normal, however, and walked away from our talk in a far better mood than I had before. I even sent some energy to a friend that I’ve been worrying about for several days, in the hopes that Amducius could clear the obstacles from her path.

Now that the afternoon is coming to a close, I find myself extremely grateful for the leftovers sitting in my fridge. I’ve fallen into the habit of cooking larger meals that will feed the family for two days. It gives me a break from the stove after a busy day without us having to order in, and that helps our waistlines.

 

Scattered Thoughts of Amducius

Domagick Meditative Acts Day 03

Errands and other obligation played with my meditation’s timing today, pushing it until later in the afternoon. Because of that, I decided to fit in some other ritual work first—which was a mistake. The rite left me far too jazzed up to concentrate on my conversation with Amducius. My thoughts kept drifting to other things. Thankfully, I have many more days to return to our talk.

Perhaps I will light some incense and appropriately colored candles tomorrow as a way of focusing my attention on Amducius’ qualities. According to Dukanté, Amducius is associated with the color orange, but I tend to use fiery colors of all sorts for him. Maybe that’s just because red is one of my favorite colors. Either way, back to the drawing board tomorrow.

Talking Death with Amducius

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This is an alternate sigil for the demon Amducius. I first encountered him through the hierarchy Dukanté set out in his grimoires. Amducius’ enn is Denyen valocur avage secore Amducius.

Domagick Meditative Acts Day 02

It was easier to relax into my conversation with Amducius today. Now that my partner is home from the hospital, my attention is less scattered than it was before. Still, I find myself dwelling on my own mortality. This is perhaps natural for someone studying (at least in part) to be a Sem or Death priest. I have to figure out what I believe about the afterlife and my place in it. No one has the final answer until they pass, of course, but it is still something deserving of contemplation. He didn’t give me any answers, but I listened.

Today I find myself grateful for the technology that allows me to connect with other Daemonolaters all over the world. Sometimes Facebook messenger can be flakey as all get out, but it allowed me to keep in touch with my buddies while friends were in the hospital and give them updates all along the way. And without long distance charges too!

Month with Amducius

Domagick Meditative Acts Day 01

Today I sat with my patron Amducius for thirty minutes. I had to do so later in the day than I originally intended. My partner came home from the hospital this afternoon, so the majority of the day revolved around making sure he was all right.

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This is the sigil of the demon Amducius from the Ars Goetia. He name can also be spelled Amdusias, Amduscias, Amdukias, etc.

I had some time focusing at first. My mind was still elsewhere, and the noise from the room next to mine wasn’t helping. I considered asking them to turn off the TV, but decided to try be in the moment anyway, exactly as it was. I sat with the noise, sensing where I was in relation to it, and simply felt it in my body rather than focusing on the past or future.

My level of anxiety had backed of significantly a few minutes later. I felt calm and more centered, able to not only hear my own thoughts at last. I could finally tune into Amducius too, and we started our conversation from there.

I said I would close with something that I am grateful for today. I am drawing my primary inspiration from the challenge linked below, which I snagged from a friend ages ago. I am grateful for the scent of mint, in all its many varieties. I’ve been using it in dream” recipes lately, and I adore the smell of it in its raw form, especially when fresh.

 

Man Plans, God Laughs

I argued with myself for a couple days about this entry. I’ve started it many times because of it.

Have you ever committed to something and then immediately wished you hadn’t? As soon as I said I would meditate on the runes for the next Domagick challenge, I had a feeling I should have picked somet other type of meditative acts. While I do need to return to the runes someday to uphold a promise to Odhinn, the busyness of my schedule kept saying now isn’t the right time. I’d overstepped myself.

Then, on Monday, I learned my partner will be going in for surgery right away. That left me even more conflicted about whether or not to go forward with my original Domagick plans. I know some people bought rune sets to follow along, and I didn’t want to let anyone down. I wanted to make everyone happy, but that’s just not possible.

I know I could working with the runes later in December instead, but later in the month isn’t it any better for me schedule-wise. More importantly, the runes deserve more than a bloody month when I do return to them—and I do have to dedicate six months to divination as part of my seminary work later on. For someone always struggling to fit what I want to be doing into what I need to be doing, I need to stop fighting against that flow and go with it, even if it means making readers wait. For now I have to concentrate on other priorities.

On top of being here for my family, my published works will count towards the 200 pages I must hand in before ordainment, so I have to get that next book out. I hid myself away in November to pound out the rough draft of several projects. With any luck, I’ll edit them in December and January. I should hopefully release Daemonic Dreams by March 1, with the fiction release of The Devil’s Marks to come in mid-summer 2018.

Of course, neither of those books finalize what I’m going to do about the Domagick challenge in December. While I re-commit myself to that work and the other aspects of my seminary training, I been charged by one of my fellow priests to scale back on my other magickal work for the month. He asked that I simply sit and have tea with my patron each day. Just Amducius and I, having some quiet time.

After a test run, I realized this is best done in the morning. If I want to spend this time in conversation, i.e. speaking and listening, it’s easier when I have the house to myself given the size of our apartment.  The weekends will be the real test.

And that’s it. That’s not really a challenge. I already make time for my patron every day, but I admit that of late I’ve been putting more into the relationship than I have been taking for myself. That is not because there hasn’t been an energy there for me to receive, but because I have been in constant do, do, do mode… and not really stopping for myself at all. It’s a bad habit, and one I need to curb before I go any further into my priest work.

I’m not sure what about that I can share, but I will try. Something I will share here is something I am grateful for each day. As we move into the month of December and the darkest time of the year, I think it will be helpful for me to shift my awareness towards what I have rather than what I don’t. Maybe it will make that long Canadian winter seem a little shorter.

The Rune of Me: Planning #Domagick #Meditativeacts

NaNo! NaNo!runes runeyoga domagick gladr divination tarot lenormand norse No, I haven’t been conducted by Mork from Ork. I just decided I need to focus on writing rather than blogging this month. The last book I released was Daemonic Shamanism in July 2017, so I better get my act together if I want to publish in the new year.

Unfortunately, my commitment to seminary eats up the deal of the time I could use to produce work for the public. My main goal this month is to complete my portion of the next training program available through the temple of which I am apart. When I have my rough draft done, I can submit it to the other members of the clergy keep a review. I’m not able to discuss it at this stage in great detail— and I probably wouldn’t even if I could!

While some writers find speaking about their work in progress for some on, I have far more reluctant to do so with anyone other than my closest friends and family. Until I have finished a project’s rough draft, I tend to act like a nervous new mother with her first pregnancy. I won’t discuss my child until it passes through that worrisome and often difficult first trimester. Until then, I don’t want to risk any outside influences affecting or—I’ll admit it—jinxing the creation process. If I speak to you about something I’m writing, especially if I ask your advice, it means I trust you deeply indeed and respect your counsel.

And if I ask you to back off…

Well, to be truthful, the creation is messy. Writers may be likened to gods in some ways, forming our individual little worlds and people from the clay of our dreams, but it isn’t as clean as the myths make it it sound. I can’t speak for Ptah, but I get a lot of dirt under my fingernails while trying to scrape a planet together. It feels less like sitting down at the potting wheel at this point and more like slinging shit at the wall and seeing what sticks. I don’t necessarily want anyone else around while I’m flinging my own poo, you know?

Needless to say, I haven’t forgotten about this place. I haven’t backed off from using the Lenormand daily, either, though I’m not creating as many new spreads as I was last month. At the moment, I’m sticking to three-card draws, reading them both as a past/present/future spread and the triplet to form a sentence. As I approached the end of October, I found my daily practice shifting towards spending more time with my ancestors in the death Daemonic the divination. It’s the season, of course—and will continue to be the season for me until approximately the middle of November. The veil that many Pagans speak of thinning or opening at this time of year did not simply snap back shut as soon as Halloween finished. I personally find the optimal time for spirit communication last until approximately Remembrance Day. I’ll take on my altar and began preparing one for the winter season then.

This might seem early to some. After all, they’re only 12 days of Christmas and none of them are in November. Be that as it may, Odin poked his head in during and my meditations on the Death Daemonic, so could be that Jolnir and the holiday named after him is simply on my mind. It is one of his many aspects.

My friend over at Invoking Belial recently spent a month exploring the Elder Futhark, better known as the runes. I asked him if he would might be taking up the torch, and we spoke briefly about the possibility of interacting with the daemonic through the symbols. The truth is, I already have to some extent. I was using the runes as my primary divination system back in 2009 when I first began to work with Lucifer in a focused way. He reached out during my journeys and I read the runes to both make sense of and verify his messages for some time. Later, when I wanted a larger symbol set to communicate with him, I switched back to Tarot and other card-based oracles. I’d already read cards for over 20 years by then, so they were familiar friends. Since then I’ve continued to use the runes, but mainly for magickal work specifically involving the Norse deities.

When the Domagick challenge for December came up, I realized that I can return to my rune  studies and engage them on a far deeper level than I ever had before. In preparation, I’ll be rereading my original rune divination texts, an ancient copy of Gundarsson’s Teutonic Magic and Thorrson’s Runecaster’s Handbook. I will then build on this knowledge by working through Futhark in December, also by Thorrson. During that month, I will meditate on each of the runes while singing the sounds associated with them, or galdr. I will attempt to do this will standing in the shape of the rune as well, a technique known as runeyoga or stadhr. If my body doesn’t permit me to hold that position, I will concentrate on the sound instead.

Immediately following the meditation, while I am still full of the rune’s energy, I will paint it on bristol board with red ink to which I’ve added my own blood. From that point forward, I will be the only person able to read and handle with the runes I produced. This is standard practice when creating a set of runes. In Daemonolatry, a ritual tool created this way is considered bound to the maker, and so it is here. If anyone else wanted to consult these runes, they would ask their questions, and I then would shake the bag or cup that the runes are in and consult the fates.

This may seem counter-intuitive to those who are normally asked to shuffle the deck themselves during a card reading, but with runes it is the castor his or herself who connects with the Norns or Fates to see the future clearly. He or she is the one who interacts with these forces, and thus the only person who should touch the runes. Those wishing to call upon these beings and undertake their own readings need to make a personalized set.

Because I wasn’t a Daemonolater when I first use runes, I never reddened any of the sets I purchased thus far with anything other than red ochre. In the past, I fretted using blood. In the years since, I have bloodied many bindrunes for magical purposes to excellent effect. This will be the first full set of the Elder Futhark I have made completely traditionally, I want to see if they work better for me. Back in ancient times, runes tended to be carved most often into wood and stone. Should this method give me better results, I will eventually sacrifice the entire lot to Odin and create a more permanent lot with similarly.

I’m also considering conducting a 9-day ritual for Odin prior to meditating on any of the runes, but that part of my work remains nebulous at this stage. It has yet to come to me in a fully formed way, so I don’t want to commit to anything.

For the same reason, I find myself unwilling to promise blogging here with any regularity during November, except that I’ll make an effort once a week during my month “off.” Good luck to anyone participating in NaNoWriMo and the next Domagick challenge!