Did seven minutes of rhythm meditation as prescribed in the first exercise of Liber F. Smoked some of the herbal remedy and just sat down on my futon with all the candles on my ancestor altar burning for All Souls Day. I was playing a small rattle, hand made by Sator Mordeci Sova, my mentor in the IOT and a bad ass witch. I owe so much to her. The rattle is made out of the jawbone of some small animal, or maybe a small deer. It has a cluster of tiny brass bells wired to one side which Mordeci herself had painstakingly attached to this piece of road kill she had stripped of its flesh. She was that hardcore! I watched her die right in front of me. A heart attack. She died on a camping trip, surrounded by the people she loved doing the things she loved – communing with nature, and magick. We held a massive party in her honor that night.
She taught me so much both before and after she passed beyond the veil. I am so blessed for knowing such an amazing magical practitioner who now resides in the realm of spirit.
I played those bells for her tonight, and for all of my family.