Okay. Okay. I’m back from my ancestral suburban home on the coast and comfortably situated once more in my suburban apartment near DC. What a trip, let me tell you. And now that I’m finally getting myself off the holiday chocolate/chowder/booze diet, I’m starting to feel better (read: I can poop again comfortably). And what a windfall I got from Christmanukkah! So many books, including a copy of Sefer Ha-Razim (a Jewish third or fourth century text on angelic/Kabbalistic magic), the Picatrix (most important treatise on astrological magic ever), and a variety of other books. I’ve got plenty to study and apply now, as if I didn’t have enough beforehand.
I intended on fasting between when I got home early Thursday morning and New Year’s, but then I ate a whole pizza, a quarter box of Andes mints; drank a huge can of Monster drink; and porned it up twice. Pretty sure I hit a snag somewhere, but whatever. Now I’m getting back on that track. Really, I mean it.
I also intended on jumping right back into my schedule and daily magical routine I had to forego over the last week due to a lack of privacy and peace at my parents’. Well, after waking up at 11 yesterday and spending the day eating and getting adjusted to my surroundings again, you can guess how well that went (it didn’t). Getting back into a routine is difficult, as we’ve all known, especially when it involves prayer and meditation and shit that, though fulfilling and important to any mage or mystic, just aren’t as exciting as the Internet. I mean, I made a todo list and everything!
And then nothing happened. And then yesterday also slipped by with most stuff being put off again, save for the article on geomancy and taking out the trash, and then I went out to a friend’s and had far too much wine and hookah. So, tonight, I’m ringing in the New Year happily and determinedly, getting off my ass, and stop putting things off. It fits pretty damn well, actually with Deb’s most recent prompt for the New Year, New You project about stopping putting things off. However, as there’s not much to write about, the prompt is more of a call for action, i.e. GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS, POLYPHANES, AND DO YOUR SHIT.
Since we’re on the topic, my routine, let me show you it. It’s enough to keep me in line and isn’t too demanding, and is really more of a good starting point than anything else.
- Morning routine (roughly 1 to 2 hours)
- Writing down dreams
- Shower, aspersion with holy water
- Prayers to the Almighty
- Prayer and offering to my Natal Genius
- (Occasional) Prayers and offerings to genii locorum and/or the planeta diei
- (As needed) Banishing
- Evening routine (roughly 1 hour)
- Headless Rite
- Thanksgiving and atonement prayers to the Almighty
In addition, I’m joining a small group of working mages that’ll be meeting regularly to discuss and review our own work. It’ll help keep me in line with a few projects for the coming year, and if this group works out well (I’ve got every hope it will), it’ll be a wonderful tool and resource. Now that things are settling down again and I have plenty of materia and supplies, I’m starting the year with a few decent projects to give good reports on.
Okay, okay, I’m doing my work now, for real. I’m preparing for calling a bunch of my friends and having some glasses of champagne and vinho verde (<3 the bubbly) at home once I finish the rounds around my neighborhood: I’m going to make proper offerings to the genii locorum of the land and park where I live, a number of other spirits and gods, the dead at the local graveyard, and to all the memories, egregores, and people who’ve helped me get to where I am. I made some offering cakes from the book Hermetic Magic: The Postmodern Magical Papyrus of Abaris from flour, frankincense, benzoin, rosewater, honey, milk, and olive oil, and I got some good wines and mead to pour out.
Have a good New Years, everyone! Ring in 2012 right, and have a blast blasting away 2011! Look good, feel good, do good, and all that other happy bullshit. Make your play your Work tonight, and have fun!