thehoneybeewitch:

I was told once, or I read it once (in a fantasy or an autobiography, but really, what’s the difference?), that witchcraft is double edged. Maybe a soapbox preacher screamed it, or an old romance murmured it, or a too-tired woman with fever bright eyes whispered it to me at a new age festival she didn’t belong at. Maybe god told us in the bible, that a witch sells her soul, or maybe we all learned it the first time we lit a candle and made a wish without a cake.

But it’s nights like this, with jittery hands and lips that mouth apocalypse apocalypse apocalypse without permission, that you realize your soul isn’t yours anymore. It’s split now, a thousand shards to a thousand places- to the fairy mound, to the bonfire dance, to the pathetic bookstores and the fairs and the dirty waters and the dark forests, and the smallest part left over is yours. When the gods of gods weave the fingers through your hair, promising insanity for a flash of vision, and maybe we’re all predisposed, call it depression, call it madness, call it inspiration…the cycle repeats. In something as inane as this blog, you can see it repeat, as I tear off the girdle, only for it to grow back around days and weeks and months later. 

So tonight I fly, on smoke and sex, to the sabbat mound. Tonight I taste the wafer of my souls receipt, bitter and rich, and remember that the only saving grace for me is the one I bleed and scream for. No Christ lamb will take up my soul, no man-faced gods will promise me life after death. I die, we all die, sisters and brothers and cousins, each dark moon, and so we fly from our bodies and ride each others backs, and revel in the knowledge that at least we chose this for ourselves.

The moon is dark, and the grass is cool. We are all one at the sabbat. 

By the archaeological evidence, magick before civilization was practiced by tribal men and women, who learned to talk with spirits, both alien spirits and spirits of the dead. The term shaman originally referred to the wise men of certain Siberian hunter-gatherer tribes, but it has been adopted to mean any wise person from a tribal culture who uses altered states of consciousness to travel to other realms and contact spirits.
     They were the lynchpin of tribal society, responsible for maintaining the tribe’s social bonds. Since they could communicate with the ancestors, they served as their representative, passing on traditions and keeping the tribe’s history.
     They also maintained the bonds by leading group ritual. The shaman talked to the plant spirits and learned the properties of plants and the processes of turning them into a sacrament. The sacrament almost always consisted of a mixture of alcohol and psychedelics. The shaman used the sacrament in their own spirit quests, and distributed them to the entire tribe in times of celebration. Using ritual that contained dancing and drumming, the tribe would build a communal consciousness.
     The shaman also provided healing and divination for the tribe through contact with the spirits.

Frater Threskiornis, Emergent Magick

Emergent Magick (EMK) views the practice of magick as an evolving art form starting from the very beginnings of the Homo genus. Archaeological evidence shows that even Neanderthals honored their dead. The tombs of our ancestors show that to some degree, we as a species have always known something exists beyond what we can normally perceive.

In this view, magick progresses from era to era in different forms. However, even though the practice has evolved, it does not make older forms of magick less valid. While EMK provides the most useful philosophy of magick for modern magi in our current culture, there remains much to learn from older forms of magick. They continue to reveal their secrets through advances in archaeology and history. They also benefit from being practiced in a culture that universally believed in magick and having the best minds of their eras tasked to the magical arts. While EMK takes a progressive, postmodern approach to magick, it also seeks to learn from and in some ways emulate the shamanic magicians that practiced magick for tens of thousands of years of human pre-history.

Frater Threskiornis, Emergent Magick

I believe that the spirits are your parents and their parents and their parents and their parents and they are in your bloodstream, and they run through your body constantly. Because they want you to live on, because they want to live on. And they’re trying all the time to tell you shit and if you just spend a few minutes listening to yourself, you would hear them.

The Emergent Magick book is on the downhill slide. The first draft is close to complete. Which is why I have been putting up some more quotes. Please don’t hesitate to ask questions if you are interested in this new magical philosophy.

“I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation.” ― George Bernard Shaw.

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PROTOCOLS OF THE ORDER OF EMERGENT MAGI

1)  
MAGICK

Magick is the art of altering
consciousness.

2)  
PRACTICE

The citadel of Emergent Magick is
built from stone mined through the disciplines of yoga.

3)  
PSYCHEDELIA

Once you lick the eye of god you can
never forget the taste.

4)  
PHILOSOPHY

Magick done without drugs, isn’t.

5)  
AEONICS

EMK is the slow magick; the long
invocation.

6)  
GRADES

The Order of Emergent Magi does not
employ a grade system. Certain members may take the title of Primary
Narrator (PR).

~ Frater Zentra El