haloquin: A painted icon of a young biracial King Solomon (Solomon)
The past 6 months I've been adding Solomonic magic into my witchy studies. (Never ending studies, just the way I like them.)

I say "Solomonic", knowing that's a potentially nebulous category, but, following Sara Mastros (whose book I had to get after a lucky invitation to Italy led to me sitting her class on one of the Key of Solomon pentacles...) Let's say it's magic involving or crediting Solomon the Magician King. Like the pentacles in the Key of Solomon.

For a long time I have focused on more intuitive methods of magic... But as I child I longed to discover the "magic words".

Can't quite believe it's taken 28 years for me to make a serious study of these magic-word based pentacles.

Though admittedly my sources as an 11 year old in the mid 90s were somewhat more limited than my resources now, and the skills and learning I have now are proving useful. So that's good right? Better late than never?

One thing that put me off the effort of understanding and using things like the pentacles is that most of the material I could find encouraged creatively writing your own magic words, and it worked! And then realising that there was no consensus on what was the "correct" language/correspondences/interpretation/etc just meant I decided that there were no definitive magic words, so better to put my energy into skills rather than extra academic, conceptual study. However, now I've finished my philosophy PhD it turns out I really miss this side of things and I was feeding my Talking Self with my uni studies, but it still needs feeding after the silly black hats have been thrown and the certificate is on the wall.

So here I go!

And thinking about that time frame... can anyone say "Saturn Return" for my witchy self?

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Foolish Fish Review of "Sorcery of Solomon by Sara L. Mastros: https://youtu.be/3xBYeR6zbNk?si=pxDVkk3r-f8Ucwtd

Luckily for me I've managed to wrangle a spot on Sara's course so that should keep me on track! https://mastroszealot.com/lessons
haloquin: Photo of Halo in snow, long red coat, looking cheekily at camera while writing in a book... (Default)
Originally posted here

Emerging

Many things make up who we are - what do you share and what do you keep precious from the world? When do you ignore the 'sensible' and leap into what you love?



How often have I tried to hide?

I know it would be safer to keep my head down, to keep my lunacy separate from the rational academia in which I’m slowly-slowly carving a place for myself, and yet I also know that to hide is to deny myself.

So I shut my eyes and I leap.

I see a scary thing ahead, and I take a deep breath and tell my Sensible Self to close her eyes... and then the moon-kissed heart of me steps off the cliff and trusts the wind to carry her.

It’s never dropped me yet.

I know as well as you do the risks of being seen as crazy – it’s a not-so-secret fear of mine, you know? – if they see me and dismiss me I’ll be left out in the cold. If they think I’m crazy they’ll turn me away... I’ll lose friends and opportunities and it’ll all be for nothing.

So says my Sensible Self. She has good reason to believe these things, and yet I know that even if the worst happens, the Wind will not drop me. At least, he will not drop me far!

I’ve friends who have seen me star-struck and moon-kissed and standing on edges. I’ve friends who’ve stood beside me as I’ve opened doors and boxes which Sensible Me says would be better left closed. In leaping I’ve found people who encourage me to fly, even in the most unexpected places.

Those who shake their heads and sigh do not need to know my heart, but as long as I follow it, the Wind will carry me when the ground falls out beneath my feet. Those that know what flying means will soar with me, even if they ride another breeze.

And only those that understand dreams of flight are worth sharing my secrets with. Only those who already share a spark will understand what I say.

And so I come full circle.

No longer do I hide, but neither do I need to tell everyone I meet my deepest, brightest secrets. That those lights guide me is no reason to announce it to the world.

My dreams, my passions, my obsessions filter into my academic work, and you’d be amazed at how often people ignore the bits they do not understand. It’s not easy to have a touch of the irrational in a world of rationality, but they feed each other and both grow stronger from it.

I am me. Every day I learn to be more me, I am always becoming, and I do not hide...

But I do keep secrets.

haloquin: Photo of Halo in snow, long red coat, looking cheekily at camera while writing in a book... (Default)
I, at the request of my child-self, took a break from packing. I will momentarily be going to find a cup of tea, or something equally soothing. Surrounded by half full boxes and scattered belongings I read this:

"If you want your stories to find you, you must call them with all the love and longing in your heart. They must know you need them. You must want them more than anything in the world. When you can’t live without them, they will come to you. Call them like a child calling his mother in the middle of the night. Like a lover calling her beloved when he returns from a long journey. Like your lungs calling your breath home." ~ Hira Boga

http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/call-your-stories-home/

Funny how I posted about stories yesterday. Whenever I write about something it starts showing up in my life. I stumble across blogposts on the same topic, so beautifully written they make my heart ache. Part of me then thinks "they've done it so much better than me! I shouldn't have bothered." I hug that part of me, then, gently, firmly, remind it, its ok. I'll get better. And besides, theres something in how I write that strikes chords for other people, the same thing needs to be said in many ways, many places, by many people. Firstly so we can hear ourselves say it. Secondly so others can hear us say it. Thirdly, because everytime we speak, we learn to express ourselves in our way, just that little bit clearer. Our message gets clearer. Our voice stronger.

I wanted to share some beauty, and here I've shared more than I intended. Isn't that just the way of things?

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