There is something strange going on lately and I don’t know what is causing it. It’s the fifth or sixth time now (within a month, maybe month and a half) that I have a weird encounter with a totally unknown person who will start behaving in a really odd way the moment they lay eyes upon me.
It all started one Sunday morning, when I was out trying to find a suitable crossroads to dispose of some offerings and other stuff that needed proper disposal. I had walked a few blocks from my apartment (mainly because it’s a busy area and I was walking until I could find a spot with no pedestrians for a moment or two so that I wouldn’t draw attention to myself). I wasn’t really in the best of moods, and I looked like a mess: unwashed hair and wearing the most unattractive clothes I probably have in my wardrobe just because they were the first thing I grabbed when I reached inside for clothes.
Note: This is part I of the series about magickal links. Click here if you want to go to Part II
The topic of this month’s Blog Hop is one I consider very important for the success of most spells and workings: ritual links. Many people spend a lot of time looking for the right spell that will accomplish what they want. They buy the best, most expensive materials or spend a lot of time and effort to make their own materials, carefully taking into consideration things like moon phases, planetary positions etc. Yet they fail to do the most important thing for the success of their working: actually link their magic to the target!
Is it weird to love a city like a living being? If it is, then I suppose it’s even weirder to believe that a city loves you. I don’t know. All I know is that it’s totally different that liking a city very much. Not like how people say “I love Paris! It’s such a cool/romantic place!” for example. It goes way WAY deeper than that.
I just got back from a trip to the city that actually loves me more than any other place I’ve ever been to (and believe me, I’ve been to loads of places!). To me, this city is a living organism, consisting of other living organisms. The way the human body is a compilation of different kinds of cells, bacteria and other substances that somehow cooperate, each with their own consciousness, yet still part of the bigger consciousness that is a human. All cities are like that, but this is the only one I can perceive so clearly. I don’t know if it’s because of the city itself, if it’s more conscious or more social than other cities, but whenever I am there, there isn’t even a moment when I stop feeling the living being that is the city: huge compared to me, powerful, wise, loving. Really old, yet very modern, ever-changing, ever-evolving. I can reach out with my consciousness and feel the boundaries of the city, where it starts becoming less and less of the city and more of something else until it’s not the city anymore, until another consciousness is reached, one that belongs to a different place. A different being.
There was a recent discussion about morning routines, so I decided to share mine here:
- Wake up. I have a different schedule every day, so wake up time is usually somewhere between 7 am and 9 am.
- Switch alarm clock off and stay in bed for a minute or two, making sure I won’t forget what I was dreaming about.
- Get up and switch laptop on.
- Make coffee (one sugar, lots of milk).
- Write down the dream I had (if I can remember it).
- Drink coffee while checking for new e-mails and then facebook and different blogs, forums and other pages for news, mainly stuff related to magic or politics, as well as anything else that seems interesting or important.
- Morning practice: 9 Cleansing Breaths, Pillar and Spheres, some stretching combined with moving energy in different channels. Some kind of Inner Heat practice (usually Fire Breathing). Invoke the elements and what I want to bring into my world, setting my intentions for the day. Offerings (usually glass of water and some incense), done inside, mainly to spirits that mostly come out in the morning.
- Get dressed and head out while listing a minimum of 5 things I’m grateful for.