Archive for December, 2009

Secret Lore of Magic

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

“You must say the words quickly, and not in a high voice. And if there is any fear in you, or any doubt, this will not happen. For you must learn that doubt is the destroyer of works of magic, and thus be careful of your processes and your fear.” - Idries Shah, The Secret Lore of Magic. (1957)

Doesn’t that just say it all? “Doubt is the destroyer of works of magic” - so the requirement is to find a place within the self strong enough to circumvent it. A place beyond doubt - perhaps not entirely without doubt, since that seems difficult to believe in, but a place where doubt has been met and answered and (at least temporarily) satisfied.

And I also like being careful of your fear - not negligent of it, in other words. Fear can be paralysing, but being careful of it seems to give it a place to exist without letting it run the show. Not to pretend these things - doubt and fear - don’t exist, but to acknowledge their potential crippling powers, seek to understand them and thus remove their influence to clear the path for magic. For magic is intrinsically change, and both doubt and fear inhibit and stonewall change.

Happy New Year!

Rainy Summer Mandalas

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

It’s been raining here ever since our Summer Solstice ritual - which is great, our water tanks are full and all my new little plants are looking very happy. During the ritual itself, it stopped raining for long enough for us to dash outside and create our annual Summer Mandala, around the base of our MayPole.

Instructions for how to create your own Summer (or Winter or in fact, any-time-of-the-year) Mandala are up on my Solstice e-zine page… www.janemeredith.com/espell.htm …  I find making these mandalas very peaceful and beautiful, and particularly strong when it’s an activity shared with others, with a joint intent.

Jeanette Winterson’s Art and Lies

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

I finished Jeanette Winterson’s novel, Art and Lies, that I’ve had on my unread shelf for many years. I love her work, sometimes passionately, sometimes serenadingly, but I found this one difficult to get into (thus waiting around on the unread shelf for so long). It’s not such an easy read as The Passion or Lighthousekeeping, both of which I loved unreservedly, but in the end it’s rewarding reading. All the seguing (I may have made that word up) between past lives and present lives finally catches up with itself, resolving all the (sometimes obscure) knots of the plot elegantly and satisfyingly.

I reccomend her writing to anyone who loves the written word. She also wrote the best short story I have ever read, The Twenty-Four Hour Dog, which I believe is published in a book of her short stories, The World and Other Places.

One of the best things about holidays, as far as I’m concerned, is the chance to read fiction I love - that sometimes I’ve been saving for ages, whilst battling through worthy and edifying non-fiction… Happy reading!

Summer Solstice Ritual

Monday, December 21st, 2009

Yesterday we celebrated the Summer Solstice with a small ritual- small in numbers rather than intent or energy. It had been raining all day and the previous day, but managed to stop for long enough for us to go outside and create a Summer Mandala, around the base of last ritual’s maypole. Each one of us offered something of ourselves to the Earth, whilst pouring seed or grain into a mandala pattern… there was white rice, red lentils, yellow (unpopped) popcorn, soup mix, buckwheat and several others, all composed into a five-pointed circle/star pattern. Then we each offered a wish for the earth as well, adding to the mandala something special we’d brought - a perfect, tiny scallop shell, a handful of cinnamon sticks, a special fluted stick and other things.

In the earlier part of the ritual we chose people to play the Summer God and the Earth Goddess, by a random method - it ended up being my son (who’s just about to turn 18) and me.  That felt really special, a sacred moment of us acknowledging the unbreakable bond between us - of blood and life - as well as our ease in composing and enacting ritual together. We sang the lines of one of Starhawk’s songs as we ritually paced through my giving birth to him (We are the power in everyone), joining as God and Goddess in dance (We are the dance of the moon and the sun), the sacred death of the God (We are the hope that never dies) and the Goddess’ circling though another turn of the year, towards rebirth again (We are the turning of the tide).

White Cockatoos in Kether

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

Swimming down the river, gazing up at some tall gum trees I realised that trees (like the Tree of Life) have crowns, those wavey leaves right up the top. So I was imagining myself up there, in Kether, waving around in the breeze and beathing for the rest of the Tree…

The next day there were white cockatoos screeching around the house and they settled in the crown of a tree nearby… They are one of my absolutely favourite birds and I’ve always identified with them and felt they sent me messages. A few of them swooped onto the top verandah railing and started screeching there… when my partner went up they flew off but left me a white feather. They returned to the tree where there was some kind of berry they were eating and fluttered around, their yellow crown/crests blazing (the colour for Kether is white but I can easily imagine it with a golden crown!)

Today I heard one screeching outside the back of the house - when I went and stood on the paving I couldn’t see anything - there was another screech above me (as if it were saying ‘look up!’ and when I looked up, a white fluffy feather was fluttering down towards me. I put out my hand and it fell into my palm. I am definitely in Kether, and I think the white cockatoos are there with me.

Malkuth to Kether

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

Last night in my Kabbalah Tree I moved from Malkuth, right down the bottom, all the way up the Tree to Kether. From the Kingdom to the Crown, or the Bride to the Bridegroom.

As I was actually doing the transit I felt as if I was on one of those really fast trains - you can see that you’re passing through stations, but their names are just a blur as you pass by. I could see all the Sephiroth I was moving through - their colours and shapes, I knew the track I was following, of the lightning strike - but actually there was nothing in my head about the meaning of each of those places, whereas I had thought I would be fully conscious of each Sephiroth I touched on. I rested at Binah - so I registered that, and Malkuth, where I had started.

Once I was in Kether, when I turned around it was a 180 degree shift, as well as bottom-to-top and South-to-North. I felt magnetically sealed to Malkuth - as if there was no distance at all between us, yet everything was contained there (all the other Sephiroth) as well. I felt alive and as if every breath I exhaled went all through the whole Tree… and maybe I was drawing them in from the Ain Soph. I didn’t really expect to like it much in Kether (too removed, I thought) but I feel really alive and connected!

Aphrodite’s Magic Proofs

Monday, December 7th, 2009

I am currently facing the Second Proofs of Aphrodite’s Magic: Celebrate and Heal Your Sexuality. Proofs is an interesting concept: Proof that my book exists. Proof that it will be coming out in a solid form. Proof that it’s in the process of transforming from a Word Document into an actual book.

I’ve had a whole crisis about sub-headings - realising that they were completely inconsistent throughout the book - they made sense to me (the author), especially within the context of the different parts of the book - but they were clumsy, really, when taken as a whole. I guess it’s ok to realise that kind of thing at this stage - but not at the next stage (past the proofs). So the pressure is on to get it all exactly right, not just as the author but as the editor and as the reader, as well…

On the website, it looks good… and I am excited about it! Will be even more excited when I have finished the proofs. 

http://www.o-books.com/obookssite/book/detail/565

Middle Pillar

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

Talking about the ‘central colomn’ as being an energetic colomn of light/energy/divine force that runs through the body, beside, beneath or within the spinal colomn, I met with my Middle Pillar compatriots (Kether, Tifferet and Yesod) last night for an informal consultation on what we are learning about this Pillar.

There seems to be a simplicity - a clarity - purity/essence associated with these positions, as compared with those on the other pillars. The Left and Right Pillars seem to contain more human characteristics and concerns - possibly with Yesod as a discrepancy, though the three of us who’ve held that position so far have widely differing experiences of it. I experienced it as a kind of maelstrom, perhaps that chaos just doesn’t suit me, whereas others have found it either dynamic and active, or dreamy and filled with potential.

The Middle Pillar also contains Da’ath, which we have acknowledged without really working with it (yet). But it’s interesting that it comes between Kether and Tifferet, which otherwise could have a straight-forward link between spirit and the heart; thus suggesting that link is not straight-forward at all.

I am finding Malkuth muddy. On the earth and of the earth, but a little bogged down and requiring a lot of slogging through, not necessarily with brilliant directions. I can see progress being made, in all of my various projects, but it is not brilliant, startling or very decisive. Oh well. I’m trying to finish off a few things because - from reports - Kether is far beyond such mundane concerns…