No more drawing sigils on myself until after Thursday morning

It’s a work thing that involved me being in my skivvies and will involve me being in my skivvies again on Thursday. I realized in the john that I had one of my recently posted sigils plus one I kind of intuited last night. If I hadn’t used my nice pen, I doubt I would have felt self-conscious about them. The nice pen makes the sigils streak.

Cheap-o ball point pen ink stays put. Maybe I’ll just switch back to that. 

systemofaclown: A shoal of sigils I made the other day.  Not sure why I didn’t share it at the time, considering how much I liked this particular set, and how especially “right” the ritual I did felt - I tried a few new techniques (most of which I made up on the spot), and it felt really productive.I think one of the reasons I don’t often share is because my sigils look so raw, and the perfectionist in me feels the need to recreate them in a vector art format to make them look clean.  But that completely goes against every magickal instinct in me, because I feel that (for me, east least), chaos magick is being done “right” when it’s a little dirty and frayed around the edges.  Spending too much time fucking around and making it “perfect” feels like a kind of fruitless waste of time - I’d rather be firing that shit off into my inner headspace and then start living the example necessary to transmute it into reality.Anyway, I am finding that, as with many things in my life, each time I try a new ritual, I get better at it, get better results more quickly, am more comfortable with ditching my conventions and trying a new way of going about it, and most importantly, ENJOYING THE PROCESS rather than LONGING FOR THE RESULT.  That last bit is absolutely crucial to success, in pretty much any endeavor, I think.
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systemofaclown:

A shoal of sigils I made the other day.  Not sure why I didn’t share it at the time, considering how much I liked this particular set, and how especially “right” the ritual I did felt - I tried a few new techniques (most of which I made up on the spot), and it felt really productive.

I think one of the reasons I don’t often share is because my sigils look so raw, and the perfectionist in me feels the need to recreate them in a vector art format to make them look clean.  But that completely goes against every magickal instinct in me, because I feel that (for me, east least), chaos magick is being done “right” when it’s a little dirty and frayed around the edges.  Spending too much time fucking around and making it “perfect” feels like a kind of fruitless waste of time - I’d rather be firing that shit off into my inner headspace and then start living the example necessary to transmute it into reality.

Anyway, I am finding that, as with many things in my life, each time I try a new ritual, I get better at it, get better results more quickly, am more comfortable with ditching my conventions and trying a new way of going about it, and most importantly, ENJOYING THE PROCESS rather than LONGING FOR THE RESULT.  That last bit is absolutely crucial to success, in pretty much any endeavor, I think.

xaos:

Some magickians cast little ‘instant magick’ spells to boost their confidence for five minutes or ‘make sure’ the train is on time; other magickians just breathe and concentrate on their centre, and trust in the journey.

Damn it. Tumblr is still losing my text. Anyway. I have always disliked that sort of use for magic. I’m trying to overcome anxiety, especially about things like commutes and other “time-wasters” so it’s counter productive for my self-improvement. If it’s fun, go for it I guess. Not for me, though.

The magic of screaming obscenities

mrsoddly:

The ritual generally starts out in frustration already. Some piece of equipment whether mechanical or technological decides it’s gonna be wonky and it has gotten on your last nerve. So you tinker with it’s usual fixes and still no go and of course you are running out of time and bellow out a ” GOds dammit, son of a half breeded bitch WORK! ( ok, well, maybe it’s just me)

Actually, It’s not just me. I have witnessed this ritual many times as my car was being worked on by a former boyfriend. I have heard this ritual ensue in my house with my Dad while he was working on just about anything and even out of my husband’s usually mild tongued mouth. (yes, I am the one with the potty mouth over here. We should have a swear jar, but I fear we couldn’t afford it even, on the penny level) I call it a ritual because that’s what it is. It has a setting and set up. It has a raising of energy and a release. The energy is directed released and the ritual is closed with either a satisfaction of results or the consultation of an esoteric expert. So I figure, if it walks like a ritual and quacks like a ritual, it must be a ritual.

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And for anyone who’s wondering, I did start work on the paddle

This is going to take approximately forever. If I had power tools to work with, it would be much faster. I suspect that’s contraindicated though. Which is just as well. Dedication.

I looked at my nail clippers last night

And consciously made the decision not to add them back to my pocket. Usually I bring them everywhere but for some reason I decide, “Nope. That would be silly to pack them for tomorrow.”

 Of course, I had a major nail incident at work today. Need to learn to trust my instincts.