Month: November 2012

The last time I posted original content on this blog was August 8th on the Feast of Thoth. I have performed no major work of magick in over a month. In that time I have slid on just about everything in my life that requires willpower, except my job. It’s time for this to change.

Last night, to celebrate the Day of the Dead, I travelled astrally to meet my ancsetors. I owe them more than this. I don’t need to be a great writer, or a great magician, but I need to realize more of my potential. The balance still eludes me, but I am willing to go looking again.

Friends, learned men & women, if you really find the idea of magic ridicuolous and you’re not just scared in your slave heart that the Devil might be… g-gulp… real, go now to your local bookstore or to Amazon.com and find a fucking recipe book – Phil Hine or Doctor Hyatt, Ramsey Dukes, Peter Carroll or Aleister Crowley, if you can stomach the language – follow the instructions and watch it all happen as real as any bus turning up. And if you don’t even try and prove me wrong, you’re a chickenshit god-fearing Neanderthal.

Grant Morrison (The Invisibles, mail page, don’t remember which issue)

In Adoration

ginandjack:

Anointed in spirits

Anointed in honey

i yield to You, Dionysus

Who makes me come undone

i pray without ceasing

i can not quench my thirsty soul

But am rejoucing in Your taste

You trickle chrism unto me

And in it i hear prophetic utterances

Of broken hearted, headless men

Those who fear You know mercy

Those who follow You taste honey

Honey

Honey

Always honey