Month: April 2013

Did you listen when I called on the things that do not fear the dark? That come from the dark? Did you listen when I called forth the things lurking in the pit of my mind and gave them form? Those things that you call demons, that even ones who claim to have thrown off the didactic shackles of their Christian upbringing still call anathema, did you hear me speaking with them?

Looking over the serene field of snow-covered tombstones, I worked simple magick. The cemetery gates would be my portal to another dimension. Some quantum theorists believe that every time we make a decision, we make a new time line. All of these alternate time lines exist. Somewhere there’s a world where you turned left instead of right. You said no instead of yes. You never failed that test. You never fell in love.

He was naked. In perfect posture, back straight, his muscles taunt but not trembling, he looked amazing in the morning sunlight. The clarity and power he put into the words invoked admiration. I knew those words. This was the Star Ruby ritual. An exercise magicians practice, a form of meditation designed to increase concentration and open the spirit. Besides a few Youtube videos, I had never seen magick performed by another. Despite years of solitary practice, I never found the need to seek out others. The majesty of it floored me. Pangs of jealousy crept up, as I believed my own stumbling rituals could never inspire such awe. He seemed perfectly in the moment of it, in ecstasy.

In my temple, from sundown to sunup, I chanted the invocations, made sacrifices of great clouds of incense, wrote scrolls worth of prayers, collected and kept sacred beetles, and subjugated myself before Thoth’s image. After a week of this, things began to happen.