DOMAGICK DAYS 22 and 23
When I started this challenge, I said that if I lowered my anxiety at all I would consider it a win. I still experience some panic but I’ve discovered situations that make it flare up. My heart pounds whenever my family’s financial future gets mentioned. Put me in a living room with five friends, and I’ll worry at least once that I’ve scared them all off.
Continue reading Trigger Points
DOMAGICK CHALLENGE DAY 10
My entry today will be extremely short as the majority of my practice will occur too late in the day for me to write about it until tomorrow. After dinner, I will be attending the first part of the Five Warrior Syllables workshop, and that’s where I’m focusing the majority of my energy. I may have to play catch-up all weekend, if not right a huge entry on Monday with very brief ones in between.
Continue reading Satan as the Fifth Element #domagick
DOMAGICK CHALLENGE DAY NINE
Last night’s sound healing class was as fantastic as the first. I found it easier to open up this time around than I did previously, possibly due to having met each of the participants once before, but more likely because we spent a portion of the evening sharing: song, stories, and tea. I was in a good mood when I left—and intrigued but a new idea. We’d talked about how the word ‘holy’ connects to the concept of ‘wholeness;’ in some traditions, healers do not consider their patients broken at all. It’s certainly something to ponder in regards to my personal domagick challenge.
Continue reading Anubis – The Holy Jackal #domagick
DOMAGICK CHALLENGE DAY 1
Last night, I participated in the first of four sound healing circles. One thing I learned about myself is that I don’t play crystal bowls very well yet. I also discovered I can make a wide variety of animal noises. However, neither of these things was as important as my third realization.
The evening came to a close with an art exercise meant to integrate our new knowledge. When asked to contemplate what part of my picture disturbed me the most, it wasn’t the negative faces I’ve drawn surrounding my body that bothered me, but the paintbrush and pallet I held. I couldn’t understand why. I’d intended to draw myself as creative and happy, and my dancing figure seemed to portray all of those qualities, yet my eyes grew wet as I stared down at it. All I could think was, “Why didn’t I draw a pen in my hand or show myself holding a typewriter? Why didn’t I draw words flowing out of my hands? I’m a writer, aren’t I?”
Also accomplished today, as per my original agreement with myself:
- Six hand-written pages on my novel, while listening to the soundtrack I made for it.
- Sang the enn of the daemon Salleos while in the shower and ran his energy through my chakras as I washed.
- Took a photograph based on the #developingyoureye photography challenge, which you can find above. I titled it “Home Away From Home – The Flock.” It is meant to represent the Axis Mundi which stands within every one of us, the core of power around which our personal universes spin. I’m learning mine may not be what I thought it was…