I used to get a lot of comments and they were my favorite part of blogging. Now no one seems to be commenting. /sigh/ I suppose I’ve just been gone that long. I look forward to your all’s comments starting back up.
Much love — Rachel Izabella ~~~~~(~@
“I’m a devotee of Hekate. There’s no such thing as overkill.”
Something I said the other day.
Thank you so much to all who wished me well in the comments after my post about losing my beloved cat Wednesday and being depressed! This little post is in lieu of saying the same thing again and again to each of you.
Love you guys! (That’s the sum of all that I could say to all of you.)
I don’t read the news, but yesterday via social media I learned that the US is/is about to start bombing Syria. The Fukushima nuclear reactor is releasing huge amounts of radiation into the Pacific Ocean. And someone somewhere — don’t know who, don’t care — said that Chelsea Manning getting raped in prison will be good practice for her becoming a woman. —Fuck you, human race. I resign. Where’s the fucking Singularity when you need it?
(It’s hyperbole, folks, but how else save via hyperbole can outrage sufficient to these times be expressed?)
‘The genuine artist does not traffic in fictions. The daemonic powers that he sings, speaks, or forms, are *there.* In plastic embodiment the wave is image *and*event.—The cosmic epic poet reunites that which has been sundered: the epic world-poem to the “ardor of the eye.” He steps out of the modern age and spins the golden threads of the eternal flux. A god and a lightning-bolt will not suffice—the entire history of the gods must unfold before his gaze’ – Ludwig Klages
Thanks are due to Craig Slee for sharing this quote. —Rachel Izabella
“The Arte Magical is of sufficient potency and origination that it need not model itself upon the artifices of fantasists; nor is the sorcerer bound by the experiences of others in effectively penetrating the vastness of his own. The Inner Nature of Witch-Cult is such that it has long recognized Imagination as one of the greatest incarnative powers of Man. This faculty, especially in the past four centuries, has been suppressed, manacled, muted, and assaulted in the profane order; content to atrophy in the Station of the Ape, it is thus become, in our present era, a Forbidden Art.”
Daniel Schulke, Lux Haeresis
“If today you had to choose one of the two thieves crucified with Christ as a friend or think about which of the two you could sooner put your trust in, it’s certainly not that whimpering convert. No, it’s the other one, he’s a real man with character. He doesn’t give a hoot about converting, which in his situation can only be pretty speechifying; he travels his path to the end, and doesn’t act like a coward at the last minute, renouncing the Devil, who must have helped him up until then. He’s a man of character, and people of character generally get short shrift in Bible stories. Maybe he’s a descendant of Cain. Don’t you think so?”
– Max Demian
So I can knock out a freelance article in just over an hour — no more excuses not to blog. But what to blog about? I’m going through a fallow time in my practice. Maybe the fallow times and how to handle them?
I have had a migraine since late morning, my first in a month or so (I think). Thank you all so much for all the comments. I’ll answer each of you as soon as this darned thing is over with.
Love, Rachel
Well, that didn’t take long. A wonderful suggestion re which “back to basics” book I should read and practice, the subject of my last entry here. —I just checked my Twitter account and two friends — Polyphanes who writes the blog The Digital Ambler and Balthazar Blacke who writes Conjure Gnosis — both strongly suggested Agrippa’s Three Books of Occult Philosophy. Everything since, they say, is derivative of that. And the thought would never, ever have occurred to me. I even own the book, though I’ve used it thus far only as reference. I like the idea. That’s really going back to basics. I think I just may give it a try…
The recent adventure isn’t over yet it seems. —It’s the Stele of Jeu for me tonight, followed by some heavy Saturnian work in the wee hours. Details sometime — if they’re fit to print.
I had a Visit the other night. My Visitor told me I needed to STFU about a certain topic. This won’t affect the blog much, just one topic. To tell you what that topic is would be contrary to my own well being. My blabbing here and elsewhere may have contributed to my crossed conditions.
So I have crossed conditions. I can deal. But today I go for the Uncrossing Oil and it’s gone bad. Nothing else, just the Uncrossing Oil. That is so not a coincidence. I can still deal though. —My natron bath last night plus the Adjuration of Metatron & Preliminary Protective Rite from the Book of Abrasax ended my daylong panic attack and the feeling of ants crawling all over my body. I see a repeat tonight. In fact, I see frequent spiritual baths for the rest of my life.
I just did the Day of Saturn & Hour of Saturn Call from Advanced Planetary Magic. About 20 minutes ago. I can not at all describe how I feel now, afterwards. Words fail utterly.
Phone calls, scheduling tours of apartments, finding papers, making copies of papers, beginning packing — this is my life of late. This is the reason blog posts have been so few and far between. I greatly appreciate your patience in the meantime, for the blog will rise again. Eventually.
