⊱❀.FROM THE RAVEN TO THE WRITING DESK❀ ⊰

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Magick, is any act designed to cause purposeful and intentional transformation, modification or change; a conscious evolution through directing energy towards a goal or intention. To clarify magick, is a separate process and story altogether, as it does change per person of what they consider IS magick and their personal levels of advancement in magick and mind capabilities. Magick is about focusing more subtle, non-physical/material energies, focusing and directing them to manipulate/create change. An endeavour of magick is to prepare the mind, by harnessing and making more consciously obtainable and accessible higher senses and faculties as intuition, inspiration and the creative imagination, and by drawing on the power of the unconscious – to use more than the 10% of our brain, that only most ‘typical’ people use in normal society (aka, the sheeple). Acts to improve our body and support the mind, to attune and balance, enabling us better to perceive and wield more subtle energies is: meditation, breath control, voice work, body work, visualization, drama, ritual...etc. Work/practises which remove ‘energy’ blockages; remove tension built up in the body. Blockages may prevent us from working with energy effectively are: yoga, bodywork, tai chi, dance and massage.

In regards to the spiritual growth in comparison to many other religious beliefs and customs is that magick is more ‘dynamic’, and places the prominence on ‘you’ to work for change, it rests in no other hands other than that of our own – relatively and loosely speaking, there are no gurus in magick, only those who speak out from their own magickal journey and enlightenments- what it really comes down to, when broken down... is, it all comes down to personal training, our own limitations and personal action. Yes, there are fellow students with different perspectives and experiences – but we all learn from each other, as we all do in all walks of life. Experiences.

"O'Beautiful Earth, clandestine keeper of the secrets and mysteries, of dirt and ocean, who, together with the stars and moon, follow on from the flambeaux of daylight, who knows all that is of my designs and who aids me in my healings- from the rising Earth to the heaving Sea. Mother, who furnishes her children with powerful herbs, roots and bones to weave their medicine. By tender breeze to powerful tempest that adorns the skies with trident titanious spears against adversary and tyranny. High Mountains, to the whispering grasses which bow and weave in the twisting tendrils of those ancient tongues to offer protection and santuary in loving embrace. Oceans, Waterfalls, Rivers, and Lakes which stream past your circles of this world where hence springs the glory of life and takes the dead to your outstretched arms. Sky Father, Forest Mother, Earth Mother, Sea Lover. Great and Mighty Ancient Ones, look kindly upon my undertakings which are given in your honour and always with respect upon the path I walk, in your sacred and arcane names.

The Eternal Flower: Mother

'Neath the opalescent Moon, basking in the silvery brilliance of that omnipotent radiance. The Priestess, the beloved, the dedicated servant and daughter of the beauteous one, the Great Mother of the Earth: "Who am I to be seen in your eyes? Who am I to be seen in my eyes? What shall be the symbol of such fondness, this adoration I express for you?" So she, The Creatrix of Life, Mistress of Nature... answered her daughter, her most sacred of children. Bending down, her lips gently pressed to the ear. A radiant opalescent flame of rhombus-diamond tendrils- like vines of everlasting affection for all of Nature embraced within those earthy hands upon the ground shrouded by the essence of night.

Her bountiful physique in convex to accept respect and veneration, for the love of lovers & the soft tender velveteen white roses whose thorns never perforated the flesh, nor caused sanguine drops through flesh like the fountain of life that could spring from her veins, rubies of rain. Her mellifluous step not hurting the delicate vegetation beneath her soft step: "You know who you are within my eyes for the image is the same as you see within yours! We are one and one the same, one heart, one soul and one mind. The sign shall be my ecstasy, my medicine, the awareness of the permanence of continuation, the omnipotence and embodiment of my body, my blessed Universal womb which houses all life and cradles all of darknesses in order for it to be born into the light".

In the silence of the night-tide, where the wind gently blew to stroke the cheek in loving touch; the priestess retorted to the Queen of the Earth, the Great Mother and the celestial spheres that ascended like eternal arms towards the star-strewn sky... kissing the exquisite brows and divine lips of her Priestess, her treasured Daughter. Crystalline resplendent dew of divine light bathing her whole body like a sweet-smelling perfume of spicy floral accolades: "O My Shining Mother! Mother of the Earth in all your glory and guises! Continuous one of Heaven, Lady who governs all life upon this earth- let it be known forever thus; that men converse not of me as One but instead as None; should this be, then let them not speak at all of me in the shapeless forgotten memory of their way, their faith lost to time and faded papers of archaic ways... since you are continuous, my eternal flower, daughter of my blood, child of my womb... then that is how you shall be remembered and revered by me, your Eternal Mother and this place where you and I both respectfully walk".