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I don't know what to say, really. I was here on WF and inadvertently stepped sideways. That there are spirits here, that these familiar forums can amplify intent, that sometimes an errant word will be taken up and acted on by such beings as listen, none of that is here nor there because in the past four weeks my entire life was effortlessly, effortlessly and definitively...what? I have no clue. Blown to shit, and then reconstituted maybe, through weeks of what the I Ching laconically refers to as Kǎn (Hexagram 29). Water flowing over an Abyss. Well, at least someone wrote it up because I'm in the after-glow with my hair blown back and still smoking after being dragged through the gen-z bardo glitter of a Valley girl with two strip-mall beauty parlors and a thing for Haiku. So much for not being able to find a Witchtok anything even with GPS, cause it sure as hell found me...bright and early in the morning, on Beltane, no less, the upshot being that I have become a walk-in to my own narrative...a narrative that is no longer my own and which makes absolutely no sense to me anymore. I outgrew my own heuristics, my epistemology, my co-ordinate mapping and meanings; left now with a discontinuous continuity of form. And really, if I stopped doing magick at this point I don't think it would matter, and if magick were music I would let it play me. It was never about theory or praxis for me anyway. It was always like Muddy Waters jamming the Blues with Keith Richards -- all soul and beer and smoke and bad lighting. I have come to inhabit that, to be recognized by the magick which is our world, no longer choosing between safety and truth.
And for the edification of the newly befuddled, myself included. Here's an experiment you can fail to try or try in failing. If you fall into "compressed temporal phenomenology" that's on you though. CPT is a thing. So is letting your magick go feral. Here is a simple way of doing it:
On a wild night when the veil between the worlds is thin evoke (or invoke) your spirit of choice. Once contact is established come thee hither to the chaos logic of the WF (which is a hypersigil, and which does have an egregore -- a seriously scary looking little fucker). Leave the current running hot (don't dismiss the spirit you called on). What you are trying to do is to create two frames of reference, so as to generate a complex field. Next, find a post that really pushes your buttons and write a response, with intent (but you know...not so that the mods will take you down. Be incandescent with discretion. This alone will increase the voltage). BUT...and this is where the stepping sideways comes in...embed within your response something completely off the wall and totally out of context. Then hit send. Grab a beer. Pretend nothing happened.
Welp. Reminder to self: don't ever do that again.
And for the edification of the newly befuddled, myself included. Here's an experiment you can fail to try or try in failing. If you fall into "compressed temporal phenomenology" that's on you though. CPT is a thing. So is letting your magick go feral. Here is a simple way of doing it:
On a wild night when the veil between the worlds is thin evoke (or invoke) your spirit of choice. Once contact is established come thee hither to the chaos logic of the WF (which is a hypersigil, and which does have an egregore -- a seriously scary looking little fucker). Leave the current running hot (don't dismiss the spirit you called on). What you are trying to do is to create two frames of reference, so as to generate a complex field. Next, find a post that really pushes your buttons and write a response, with intent (but you know...not so that the mods will take you down. Be incandescent with discretion. This alone will increase the voltage). BUT...and this is where the stepping sideways comes in...embed within your response something completely off the wall and totally out of context. Then hit send. Grab a beer. Pretend nothing happened.
Welp. Reminder to self: don't ever do that again.
