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One of the most pleasant aspects of middle age in my case has been the utter shedding of any concern about what people think of me or how many I influence. For me, it is now about quality over quantity. I feel freed to be my quirky, oddball self in ways I have never felt before, and with this freedom comes a great locus of control. Your cringe has no power over me.

I believe my Pledge to Say the Pledge (of Allegiance) helped in some small yet significant part to save America from four to eight years under Kamala “Quid Pro Hoe” Harris and her word salad, heels-up approach to diplomacy. Our battles over here in the States are not over — in fact, they have just begun, so that is why I would appreciate anyone willing to say the Pledge of Allegiance every day, envisioning the American flag in their minds, to lend power to that astral pyramid. The observant will notice I said absolutely nothing about Donald Trump, Kamala Harris, Joe Biden, or any specific political pundit in my Pledge to Say the Pledge essay. I don’t allow any celebrity or politician to live rent free in my head, not even to pity him or her, and neither should you. Any given politician or celebrity is a temporary diversion and the end product of a dream. The dream itself is what matters.

I will now state the obvious: Britain is in big trouble. Most of this trouble is coming from masses of people imported from elsewhere, some (not all) of whom are violent, stupid, and backwards with no hope of redemption. There is already talk of civil war and calls for one side to retreat to the countryside in order to cut off supply chains to cities. The kind of guerrilla war this would ignite is not of a sort than anyone wants — the current goings on in Israel and its Gaza strip would be an eerily prescient preview of Britain’s future. Nobody will win.

Call me Pollyanna if you will (it’s really funny to be this much of a goody two-shoes dork after 20 years of nihilistic atheism) but I think the only way through here is to focus on the positive. Britain has a great deal going for it, and if we are going to save it, we will only do so by building up its spirit.

Calling all Anglophiles

If you are British or like me, a non-Brit who likes Britain and British people, you are cordially invited to lend your power to Britain in this time of need. Every day, please listen and/or sing along to the British National Anthem, God Save the Queen.





God Save the Queen lyrics


God save our gracious Queen,

Long live our noble Queen,

God save the Queen!

Send her victorious,

Happy and Glorious,

Long to reign over us;

God save the Queen!

O Lord our God arise,

Scatter her enemies

And make them fall;

Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks,

On Thee our hopes we fix,

God, save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store

On her be pleased to pour;

Long may she reign;

May she defend our laws,

And ever give us cause

To sing with heart and voice,

God save the Queen!

Occultists know that Christian occultist Dion Fortune (1890-1946) is probably the reason why Britain and Europe are not speaking German today. Fortune deduced that early Nazi victories seemed to have uncanny help. High level Nazis were whispered to be using magic to overcome resistance and clearly it was working. Poland folded like a paper napkin. Anywhere the Nazis stormed, nations cucked. For a time, Britain stood alone against the Axis powers.

Fortune and her small band of like-minded souls gathered at the holiest place in Britain, Glastonbury, to fight for Britain in the only way that works: on the plane of egregores and astral pyramids. Eschewing any mention of politics and avoiding all forms of physical, direct action, Fortune and her Fraternity of the Inner Light did a weekly discursive meditation ritual in order to bolster the British spirit and to call down the Divine for assistance. Why she emphatically chose to warn all her followers against strapping explosives to their chests was clear: you don’t do the Work on the physical plane because the physical plane is downstream of the imagination and the spirit, not the other way around. The physical plane is the realm of effects, not of causality. Meatworld is an illusion. If you want to make actual change, do it in the realm of causality and call upon wise and powerful beings who are much smarter than humans for help.

But Kimberly, I’m neither a mystic nor an Inner Light frat member…

You don’t need to be. For the next year, every day take a moment to keep the best aspects of Britain and its natives in your heart. You can do this by singing along to God Save the Queen, but you can also express your gratitude for the Britain of old in a thousand ways, none of them which involve anger or vengeance towards the invaders or the current British elite who are their Not-see puppeteers. Fly the Union Jack or wear it as a T shirt. Watch old reruns of Black Adder. Laughter is powerful medicine against horror. Have a pint and pour an ounce on the ground in honor of the Queen. Confound their knavish tricks by building the light within you. I know this seems goofy and silly but to my mind it is the only thing that truly works.

Godspeed and God save the Queen, my noble men.

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This is the third time Trump has won the presidential office, to my mind, because I believe his 2020 term was stolen by deliberate Covid hysteria and good old fashioned fraud. Don't tell that to the left! Their programmers are instructing them to leave the country because of Trump's white supremacy/gay persecution/anti-semitism/fill-in-the-blank. I am not about to argue with them. If they must expat, it is 100% their loss. Good luck in Uruguay.

For the past decade, we have played a game of "Everything the looney left does, they accuse everyone else of doing." If we are Nazis, they are überNazis, working themselves into a frenzy as they dream up a Final Solution for all who disagree with them. If we are liars, they are the lyingest liars who ever lied, using the entirety of the corporate media to broadcast fibs, falsehoods, and fabrications 24/7.

Leftists seem to hate the concept of democracy despite claiming it is precious. Then we have the cheating, and it's not just in the voting booth. The Covid debacle was one of the biggest heists ever pulled, with the clear winners being Big Pharma and the stock portfolio set. The true vaccine believers don't know they've been had. A nagging voice wheedles them from the pits of their suppressed nightmares, giggling and gibbering that maybe (just MAYBE) the debilitating weakness, shaking hands, heart tremors, early onset arthritis, constant flus that daisy chain together and last a month instead of a week, and reproductive dysfunction was caused by the MRNA shots.

To this day, the left is still passing off biological males as females in sports, robbing women and girls who have literally worked their entire lives to become top athletes of their awards and accolades. If you mention this to one of them, they will find a way to remind you that you are a fascist who wishes to LARP The Handmaid's Tale.

It's the economy, stupid

Nevertheless, the primary reason Trump won was the economy. Fossils like me remember Jimmy Carter, another one term president who left the American economy in tatters. I remember my father complaining bitterly about gas prices. There were scenes on the news of people queued up at gas stations because fuel was being rationed. Nobody wants to live in Weimar Germany or 1989 Argentina. They will always vote against the party that made eggs and bread into luxuries.

After Trump's no new war lull from 2016-2020, seeing a gazillion taxpayer dollars flying every which way except to actual Americans stung. The botch jobs in Afghanistan, Israel, and Ukraine did not give Americans confidence that our leadership had our best interests in mind. Now that the senile puppet is lobbing proxy missiles at the gonads of the Russian bear, we all have to be ready to put our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye if the wrong leader takes him seriously. This is not how I wanted my estimated income payments to be spent.

Watching migrants flood into police stations -- several Chicago police stations have been inundated with migrants who have lived there for years -- it kind of begs the question "What are the police supposed to do with them?" The electorate has thankfully answered this question with "Deport them." There are dozens if not hundreds of small towns across the US that have been ratioed by 2:1 and 3:1 with "newcomers". These recent imports often have a thing for sacrificing and eating geese, cats, and dogs to whatever entity is masquerading as their god. They chomp the heads off of squirrels as if they had just emerged from evolutionary caves. Worse are the Venezuelan thugs who have set up a gangster's paradise in every major and minor city that will have them, infesting apartment buildings like human termites.

To add insult to injury, the Democrat-in-chief ignored the Appalachian hurricane victims -- tell me how a hurricane that ends up affecting the Appalachian mountain range is not sketchy in a geoengineering way... I'll wait -- as more tax money flowed to Ukraine. Some of the donated supplies were tracked. It was found that FEMA confiscated them and handed them over to illegal migrants.

The gaslighting!

If there's one thing that brings out my latent serial killer, it is gaslighting. Not only have we been told the sky is green and the grass is pink, we have been brutally censored if we claim anything to the contrary. Most people who are decent have never considered ending the life of a gaslighter. I will leave you to deduce the kind of thoughts I have when someone attempts to gaslight me. Gaslighting is the matriarchal form of bullying. It is a soft method of shifting perceived reality to suit the designs of the narcissist's agenda. Those who insisted the shots were safe, the economy is better than ever, and that normal Americans are Nazis have earned a banquet of consequences. Trump's re-election was a mere appetizer to the feast that awaits. Average Americans are PISSED because they cannot afford to LIVE. At this point, removing the gaslighting bullies who insist on their version of reality is a survival issue. Those of us who do not want to subsist on dehydrated cricket cookies for supper and who don't wish to rot away in Wall-E micropods have decided it is do or die.

The bullies may have died

Democratic voters were far more likely to take the Covid shots than anyone else. At this very moment, there are some people who wander about in grocery stores, theaters, and down random sidewalks advertising their Democratic political views merely by wearing masks on their faces. To their chagrin, the trickle of information about the dangers of MRNA shots has widened into a deluge. No amount of suffering or circumstantial evidence can convince a leftist who got the quaxx that it is the smoking gun behind 14 year olds stroking out on the soccer field. Every town in my heavily MRNA-vaxxed area resounds with the whine of ambulance sirens. A non-vaxxed friend recently took a vaxxed person to the ER and was shocked by the number of babies and toddlers present. The reaper and his cousin, the handicapper, has really been making the rounds since 2021. Yet to the TDS suffer, denial ain't just a river in Egypt.. From what I have noticed, nearly all who got the MRNA vaccines have suffered at least one health setback, and quite a few have become utterly debilitated or are now dead. For some, the slide into vaccine injury takes the form of aches, bladder inflammation, insomnia, or stones. For others, it is a hacking cough that never lets up. For children and teenagers, it seems to prefer to take the form of super intense seasonal flus that threaten pneumonia every time. For young adults, it takes the role of fertility disruptor. This is not surprising, because those of us who were awake in 2021 knew the spike protein lodges in reproductive organs. For those who manage to conceive and bring a baby to there awaits a huge uptick in congenital deformities. Nevertheless, there was no grisly vaxpocalypse of the sort imagined by Van der Bossche and Delores Cahill. Instead there has been a trimming; a lopping off of years, especially towards the end. For the elderly, a shorter life at the very end isn't always a bad thing. I have had two elderly relatives die of what seems to have been vaccine-assisted turbo cancer.  Far more concerning are the effects of the MRNA vaccines on the young who have their whole lives ahead of them.  

The demise of the New Normal


2024 had marked the first year that has been free of what was supposed to be the New Normal: shuttered businesses, masked cuckolds rushing from Zoom meetings to Target and and back again, and the perpetual glorification of the virtuous upper middle class.  That scheme has fallen apart.  Roads that were formerly bare of traffic on school days (kids stuck at home in remote learning) are now clogged with cars again.  Blue collar workers were never spared even in the height of Covidmania, so for them, nothing has changed except they are no longer forced to wear masks.  Overall, from late 2023 onward, all of the Covid protocols that greatly assisted the Biden "win" in 2020 have been beaten back.  Their absence may have helped Trump win in 2024, along with a large chunk of the Democratic vote dying off or being stricken down with MRNA vaccine side effects.  

The fall of Hollywood

The seething underbelly of Hollywood pedophilia and kompromat was exposed in 2024 in a way it was not anytime before it.  As it turns out, our favorite celebs were wallowing in poop a la mode on various yachts.  There is more than a little credence to the rumor that rap stars sacrifice foster children at 3am in luxury bunkers beneath the Playboy Mansion.  Supposedly there is video circulating in the dark web.  So vast and devastating are these exposes, Hollywood has been cancelled.  All of the king's horses and all the king's men and their gaslighting and their twerking brigades could not put Kamala's campaign together again.  She raised over a billion and still ended up 20 million in debt.  

Whatever spell those Hollywood types had on the plebes is gone.  Nobody wants to watch a bunch of egomaniac illiterates who got "lucky" via nepotism or the casting couch.  We don't have sympathy for those who were molested as children who turned around to do the same thing to other children.  At some point, somebody has to say "No."  We can make our own music, entertainment shows, and eventually, our own movie industry, thank you very much.  

The class war

I'm like a broken record, always repeating the part where I insist this is and always was a class war.  On the Democrat side, we have the salary class/Professional Managerial Class and its aspirants.  In other words, we have snobs, elites, spoiled suburbanites, Karens and former hippies who reneged on every working class value they purported to have.  A great, abominable hatred of the poor and working class has been fomented among these people, even among those who are still stuck in the working class but aspire to be "better".  This hatred recently crystallized in the form of bigotry towards the mostly white, mostly poor victims of Hurricane Helene.  Sadly, this was far from the only way it manifested its ugliness.  

Over my lifetime of 51 years, the Left and the Right managed to completely switch sides.  The Left was once the party of the working class, anti-war demonstrations, worker's rights, free speech, and incisive journalism.  The Right was the party of the comfortable oppressors, war hawks, and censorship.  It is truly odd to witness how much tables have turned.  Never did I think a middle-left reality TV star would ascend to POTUS... twice.  Never did I suspect that the idealistic, high-minded Democrat party of my youth would go so full-on fascist.  

The media of my misspent youth revealed a certain bias against simple, working class folk.  We saw it in The Beverly Hillbillies, Deliverance, and later in the People of Walmart.  All this time, snobs have been conditioned to peer down their educated noses at the common hordes who sweat out decisions between a grocery trip and paying to heat Mom's trailer.  I plan on discussing earned vs. unearned wealth again in a future essay.  The bias spills out of its flimsy confines when a Tik Tok hysteric points a finger while shouting "RACISM!".  Translation from the Bulls**tese: this behavior is a projection of the hysteric's own guilt.  What it is actually saying is this: "I marinate in my hatred of those who were exploited to put me in this position of privilege!"  It also says: "I cannot fathom my own guilt as an oppressor, so I will pretend my fellow humans in lower economic rungs are the guilty ones!"  Trump is one of the few elites who does not seem to share in this projected guilt and hatred of the lower class.  Trump's whole slogan, Make America Great Again, implies there was much to love about the common American to begin with.  Of course such a notion makes Trump likable and popular and therefore too much for snobs.  How dare he become more liked and popular than them!  How dare he not cede the contest!

The book club that changed my whole life... I'm sorry you missed it

My entire life has been transformed by a single book club.  I didn't even go to the book club in person because it happened online. In 2020, John Michael Greer ran a discussion of The Cosmic Doctrine by Dion Fortune.  The Cosmic Doctrine is an obscure book by 20th century British occultist Dion Fortune.  Most people do not know that Fortune mounted a magical campaign to defeat the Nazis during the hot years of WWII.  She never laid a hand on a single Nazi, nor did any of her group The Society of the Inner Light, and yet clearly the Nazis lost.  Fortune's anti-Nazi magic campaign was documented and preserved by the brilliant Gareth Knight in the Magical Battle of Britain. 

The Cosmic Doctrine was Fortune's own contribution to the trend of spirit dictation as embodied by Madame Blatavatsky's The Secret Doctrine and Aleister Crowley's The Book of the Law.  She "received" it from an entity in 1923-1924.  Like the other aforementioned books, The Cosmic Doctrine is especially difficult to understand at face value.  In his usual fashion, John Michael Greer took the concepts of the book down a notch so dummies like me could understand them.  To my credit, I already had a few years of daily discursive meditation under my belt which greatly enhanced my understanding of The Cosmic Doctrine.  

TL:DR is that Fortune and her group may have defeated Hitler and the Nazi regime by mentally building up the British egregore.  They did this via focused intention sessions, i.e. magic, and direct appeals to divine powers for help, i.e. prayer.  In Cosmic Doctrine, the source that Fortune allegedly dictates from insists that in order to overcome negative evil (that's another discursive can of worms for another essay) you must build positive force until the positive force can overwhelm negative evil.  Ironically, fighting negative evil only strengthens it by activating and emboldening its polarity.  Those leftists who felt the urge to punch a "Nazi", preferably in the form of a poor white male only strengthened the poor white males with their hatred.  This strengthening of the hated is exactly the dynamic in play when leftist screaming banshees went up against the entire lower middle class with hatred in their hearts.  The lower middle class hated them back, which only fueled the fire.  What cinched it for the lower middle class was strength building via the encouragement of American nationalism.  This feeling or spirit, if you will, became strong enough that no outside force could tear it down.

The Thrust Block: I know you are, but what am I?


Another crucial concept Fortune introduces in her book is the concept of the thrust block.  The thrust block is a form of weaponizing the enemy's polar force and using it as an energetic shield and stepping stone for your own unique purposes.  Long established is the fact the Right memes better than the Left.  Memes are typically classic thrust blocks.  They take a particular emotion and distill it into an easily digestible form, which in turn siphons the energy of negative evil and sends it back to the creator of the meme and his friends.  Trump's memes have a certain signature humor to them, whether in the form of a picture, video, or song.  Pepe the Frog is a good example.  Pepe symbolizes the Everyman navigating an absurd and confusing world.  He's relatable.  Every time the Left tried to clumsily assert its own power via images of bearded ladies and militant rainbow butch space army cadets, the opposition responded with a fusillade of savage mockery in the form of memes.  Of course these memes were deadly: the left cannot take a joke.  The result was the popular imagination remaining firmly in the camp that feels the rainbow terrorists are aberrations who should be laughed at.  We all know the agenda was to normalize extremes: tween sex change surgeries, anything goes classrooms, and biological men in changing rooms were supposed to be accepted by now.

The thrust block of a meme, usually created by pure instinct, lies in the exploitation of the secret shadow the enemy projects.  All of us, including Kimberly Steele a.k.a. Yours Truly, hate ourselves in some way.  The more out of touch we are with our own consciousness, the more likely we are to project our own self-hatred onto the Other.  The Other can be a person, a place, or a thing.  

The left's shadow, as I have mentioned, is its snobbery.  This self-hatred leaves the average leftist in an emotionally crippled state of hating nearly everyone and not being able to do much about it.  The other side won this time around by using the left's snobbery as a thrust block and more importantly building camaraderie among its own ranks.  

For my European friends suffering the likes of Herr Keir Starmer and Emanuel Macron, please pay attention to what I am about to say.  Memes are powerful magic, especially when they poke humor at the other side while building morale and the sense of common interest on your side.  While leftists were busy sticking fingers in the dam of censorship, Trump supporters danced to hilarious meme songs.  When leftists NPCs aped whatever Pfizer wanted them to say and do, the opposition went around them.  In 2021, I co-founded a group with an area mom called Speakeasy Illinois.  Speakeasy Illinois wasn't an activist group.  Instead, it was people telling other people where they could shop, attain medical treatment, relax, work, and go to school without masks and MRNA vaccines.  Every single country with a Keir Starmer or Emanuel Macron needs Speakeasy groups.  You have to know where your people are and support them economically and spiritually.  I believe the thriving network of Speakeasy establishments and businesses is why Illinois did not fall into the same communist disarray as its sister states, California and New York.  

When leftists screamed in the digital mirror and filmed it for TikTok, the other side turned it into a set of tasty metal riffs.  When leftists resorted to rioting, lawfare, and assassination attempts, the other side said the Pledge of Allegiance.  When leftists pushed their vile, DEI/DIE Disney filth, the other side made the critics more famous than the shows themselves.  When leftists paraded womanhood as a costume and minstrel show in the form of Dylan Mulvaney, the other side made competing beers great again and tanked Budweiser's profit margins, possibly for eternity.  

This, along with Elon Musk's hostile takeover of Twitter and a thousand other strategic wins, is what helped win the election.  The crux of the win though was that we loved America far more than the left could hate it or Trump.

If you are not an American living in America and you want to see similar changes in your own country, please get busy.  Don't waste a single second more imagining Starmer's head on a pike, as satisfying as that image may be.  Instead, fire up your meme cannons, find or create a Speakeasy network, and spend a tiny, miniscule five minutes putting real thought into what it is that makes your country great.  The energy generated from those specific actions and thoughts helps far more than you know.  Dion Fortune and her gang likely saved the Western world from speaking German in the darkest and most hopeless of times.  You've got far more to work with.  Hail Britannia!  
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We live in a time where the concept of magic has become foreign and remote. Magic, the materialists claim, is a figment of the imagination. It is confined to mind tricks. Any time it works, it must be a coincidence put forth in a random, chaotic universe. The most bothersome statement to the devout atheist is "As above, so below", because that bon mot, originally written by Hermes Trismegistus, implies an ordered universe where God the highest is reflected in everything. It also implies there are beings capable of understanding it or at least figuring out a small part of it. The atheist would like to believe he or she sees it all, because only what is obvious is allowed to be truth. Magic must therefore be relegated to the denizens of make believe worlds. Magic could not possibly be in everything and all around us at all times: that would mean too much is possible and it would also mean that everything has sentience. Nope: magic must conform to Harry Potter expectations. "If it ain't levitating brooms and bastardized Latin, it ain't magic!" cries the atheist. All that is not plain as the nose on my face and easily grokked by materialism-indoctrinated humans is simply not magical -- this is what the Scientism believers claim.
 

Yet anyone who has given the study of Western magic more than a cursory once-over knows there is more to magic than meets Harry Potter's bespectacled eye. For when you open yourself to the possibility that perhaps neither you nor any human will ever be the smartest being in any given room, a transformation occurs. You begin to listen instead of constantly gibbering about your own expectations and needs. If you do enough occult work (none of which includes killing animals, doing drugs, or chanting in retarded Latin) you may even become so good at listening, a message from better beings than you might get through your thick skull. You might find out these beings have been trying to get a message through your thick skull this whole time.

Mundane Magic

The magical is everyday and every day is magical. Mundane means "before the temple". It is no surprise that we have come to see our entire lives as one long, mundane slog of Eat, Work, Sleep, Die. There are large forces and astral pyramids intent on keeping as many humans as possible in a materialistic trance from cradle to grave. The cleverest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing people he does not exist. But the mundane is the magical. Magic is the inception, process, and reverberation of intention. It is not about Doing What Thou Wilt because Do What Thou Wilt is a grandiose assumption that human will comprises the whole (of the Law). Instead, human will is a drop in the ocean of wills. As mere drops in the Ocean of Intention, we humans would do far better to work with natural forces instead of the alternative. Go with the flow, baby!

If scientismists still believed in actual science and observed the world around them like they did in the old days, they might notice the world as we know it is ruled by seasons. As above, so below being what it is, we can presume the great is reflected in the small. Just as there are seasons that play out over the grand arcs of millennia, there are seasons in the year and seasons of the week. It is the seasons of the week I want to look at in this moment and how to work with them in daily, mundane life.

Astrological Rulers of the Day: Timing Really is Everything

Each day is ruled by two main factors: planetary influence and status of the moon. Though there are smaller divisions of gradation known as planetary hours, I am going to omit them for the time being to keep it simple and to the point. Each day has its own planetary ruler. "Planet" is a generic term for celestial body in astrology. In order to court beneficial planetary influence, we can make a daily study and devotion of our own mundane activities by tuning them to the planet of the day. By this form of subtle adjustment, we become human radios, combing through the noisy static so we can find the good music and vibe to it.

The second factor is lunar status. Is the moon waxing or waning? The moon rules water and tides. Humans are mostly made of water, and that means we are profoundly affected by the moon whether we realize it or not. When the moon is waxing, it is a good time for starting new projects, expanding influence, and doing active work. A waning moon is better for resolutions, endings, tamping down energy, and doing quiet, secretive work.

MONDAY

Monday is ruled by the moon, hence the Mon- prefix. The moon is generally passive and receptive. Laundry is the most basic and passive of tasks. It is tailor made for Mondays because it involves a great deal of water. Another lunar aspect of laundry: it involves repetitive sorting and patience. Sorting, cycling, patience, and repetition are lunar. Like the waves of the ocean itself, they ebb, flow, and repeat ad infinitum. If it is repetitive and requires a chill attitude, maybe save it for Monday. Monday is my preferred day for walking meditation.

TUESDAY

Tuesday, ruled by Mars/Aries, is fiery and energetic. Tuesday is well suited to intense physical activity, strength building exercise, and reconnaissance of old skills via the defeat of one's own mental weakness. Tuesday is a day for facing your own regrets, debilities, and mea culpas, gritting your teeth, and overcoming them with stern determination. Invoke the fire necessary to torch your own bull**t on Tuesdays. Tuesday is excellent for take-no-prisoners cleanouts, especially of the type that involves heavy physical exertion. It is a great day to begin new, positive habits that require willpower to maintain.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday is ruled by Hermes/Mercury. It is a day to contemplate, analyze, and communicate. Hermes is the god of communication and commerce. When you need to add power to your own written words, remember Wednesday is the premier day for writing and language. Buying and selling are also easier on Wednesday. Shopping online or offline, publishing on the internet or in paper, and engaging in discourse are a little easier and more productive on Wednesday. If you are lucky enough to be near a good library, Wednesday is the perfect day to visit.

THURSDAY

Thursday is ruled by Jupiter. It is vast, expansive, and fatherly. Anything legal or law-related is best done on a Thursday. If you want to have justice done (while being willing to accept the personal consequences) Thursday is the best day to pray for it. Thursday is a day of teaching, learning, mentoring, and being mentored. Tutoring is especially blessed on Thursday, whether you are on the giving or receiving end. Mediating conflict is easier on Thursdays, especially when you have made the Jovian connection. Thursday is great for encouraging your own will in daily practice. If you are in school, you might try implementing better homework habits starting on a Thursday. If you are a musician, Thursday is ideal for getting an extra hour of practice. For those who work with their hands, Thursday is perfect for extra work as well as cooperation. For instance, if you knit, sew, or quilt, Thursday would be a great day to host a sewing circle.

FRIDAY

Everyone looks forward to Friday. Ruled by Venus/Aphrodite, it is the sweetest day of the week by far. Friday kicks off literal and metaphorical shoes and gets footloose. It is a day for partying, celebration, and romance. Aphrodite is the restorer of the etheric body. She alone is the arbiter of true satisfaction on the material plane, as no physical urge can be satisfied without the cooperation of the etheric. Aphrodite is the most interactive of the gods. You can invoke her by simply keeping your living space clean and tidy and by thanking the items and spaces you use during and after their use. It goes without saying that single people are advised to do the majority of their exploratory expeditions on Friday night, preferably during a waxing moon.

SATURDAY

Saturday is a day of accounting and accountability, deliberate simplicity, and grace. Ruled by Saturn, Saturday is the true Sabbath and the week's blessed end. If I was Queen of the World, Saturday and not Sunday would be subject to blue closure laws. I would close everything on Saturday and give everyone the day off except for police, firefighters, and emergency medics. Saturday is for rest but it is also for closure. I have gotten decent results from scheduling my tax dealings on Saturdays during waning moons. Saturday is an ideal day for gardening and working with soil. It reminds us of where our food comes from and where are bodies go when they die. It is also a great day for paring down material possessions and either donating them or throwing them away. I prefer to donate to my local homeless shelter on Saturdays in hopes of gaining Saturn's potent blessing for the people I am trying to help.

SUNDAY

Sunday is the true beginning of the week. I always plan on working hard on Sunday, whether it is paid or unpaid. Ruled by Helios Apollo, who BTW bears a striking resemblance to one Jesus Christ, Sunday is a day of benevolence, understanding, and forgiveness for all. "Everything under the sun" is Sunday's motto. Of all the days, it is the most robust and varied in its activity and influence. Sundays are remarkable for their clarity: write down your grocery list, plan your projects, and contemplate the near and far future. Though I have often made Sundays lazy, I believe they should actually be full of activity and outings. If you need to travel, Sunday is the best day to do it. The Sun's influence is broader and more expansive than Jupiter's. Sunday is the finest day for friend and family gatherings. Sunday is great for its eclecticism. It is a "You do you" sort of day where you can be yourself and still enjoy your moment in the sun.


One word of caution... none of the suggestions offered here, or in anything else I have ever written, should be taken as gospel. If you do laundry on Tuesdays and found the love of your life on a Saturday, by all means full steam ahead. These suggestions are food for thought. Try them and see where they take you.

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Consequences of the Craft

It serves me right to be the recipient of anyone's ill wishes because I used to wish ill upon others. Not only did I used to engage in the prideful sin of throwing curses, I was good at it. Of course I could be wrong, but I believe I was able to rain hell on people. My secret weapon was my perception of any given target's Achille's heel. In order to nail someone to the wall on the astral plane, you must be able exploit their primary weakness. In most cases, people wear their primary weakness upon their sleeve and do not even bother to try and hide it. If you can intuit someone's worst choices and tendencies when pressed, you can influence them to choose the worst of all options offered. If someone is a reckless idiot and an attention whore, you can push astral forces to make their stunts more dangerous. If someone is a bad driver with road rage, your ill-wishing will make them more likely to be stuck behind a slowpoke. They will be more likely to overreact and speed through a yellow-going-red light, potentially T-boning a car full of sixteen year olds. You can push a lazy hedonist towards more of the same, and lo and behold he will give himself cirrhosis of the liver from his hard drinking or his husband will leave him and he will be destitute. This is what may happen if you were as good at it as I am. If you're not good at it, and most people don't have the talent, you'll do the magical equivalent of pooping where you eat. All of the above results may happen to your enemy, but like a grenade, you'll detonate your own life, worsen your own weaknesses, and generally bring nearly immediate misfortune to you, your family, your pets, and your circle of friends. You will create an invisible miasma around yourself that others, despite the endemic condition of spiritual retardation, will sense and draw away from.


In the days before scientific rationalism when astrology and astronomy were one and Western doctors addressed the subtle and material bodies as one larger ecosystem, people were often labeled as witches and summarily tortured and/or executed. If you look in old books about superstitions, you will find a wealth of charms against the evil eye both in cultures around the world. Christianity has often been a religion of hysteria, and the persecution of so-called witches was often waged for faulty reasons such as grabbing the witch's resources. Nevertheless, sometimes it was a matter of punishing someone who was throwing his or her horrible energy around and making life hell for the locals. In spite of Christian ignorance, the masses used to have a higher overall sense of the spiritual ecosystem than they do now, hence their awareness of the evil eye and the use of magic to combat it.

Malefic Witchcraft: You're Soaking In It

Magic is the formation, process, and reverberation of intention. We all do it, and by "we", I don't just mean humans. Everything on this planet, including the forces we humans cannot perceive or see, possesses intention and in that way has its own life. The wind has intention to blow in a certain direction and it is countered by the intentions of objects standing in its way like trees and houses. The tree has intention to drink sunlight from above and water and nutrients below while exhaling oxygen. The human has intention to drive his car to work and the car has intention to be recognized for its labors as it hurls through space. Intentions cooperate, bump, and clash all the time. No intention exists in a vacuum and there is no being outside of a god who understands the multiple symphonies of intention going on at any given time in any given place. The world is no less magical than it ever was, it is that we humans, especially those of us in the industrialized West, have become utterly retarded when it comes to sensing, recognizing, and controlling intention.

Enter the people who think of themselves as clever: politicians. Politicians are clever because they force proxies to do harm on their behalf while walling themselves off in fortresses. They dwell in luxurious bubbles, which is the first clue they do not operate on behalf of the common man. The most powerful politicians are infamous for sending hitmen to literally kill their enemies. Most politicians would not be caught dead without a toothy grin on their faces. This is to hide the price of being a politician, which nowadays is to sell one's soul (not literally) and to claw one's way to the top of a pile of bloody and messy grifts. The politician wishes harm upon all while pretending to operate as a "public servant" LOL for personal gain and power. The average citizen has the urge to see the politician's head on a pike like the average Christian had the urge to see the local Karen put to death in 1600.

Magic has always been the weapon of otherwise powerless people. Hatred can be weaponized on the astral plane, otherwise known as the plane of images and imagination. Those who say the astral plane does not exist are morons who have yet to contemplate that an airplane does not just appear from nowhere: it was invented by men who put images in their mind of a flying machine and combined enough images on the astral plane to make a flying plane. Back in the day, women were far more powerless and were more often doing witchcraft. Intention is neither septic nor clean by default. It is what it is. The same sorts of images that make planes fly can load them with working bombs. The people who are good at malicious magic often feel disenfranchised and have a great deal of stored hatred.

I used to be amazing at weaponizing my hatred on the astral plane -- I was a prodigy and a natural. I had the aim, the power, and the temporary ability to dodge immediate consequences. Bad, bad things happened to people I did not like. I stopped and I am glad I did. There is an energetic state one has to occupy to be the equivalent of a torturer/assassin on the astral. It's not a happy place. It's also not a grateful place. There is little room for gratitude when you are constantly worried about your own Achille's heels and are constantly focused on the faults and vulnerabilities of others.

Another reason I stopped is that I got tired of worrying about causing collateral damage. Let's say I believed my enemy deserved his accident or his diagnosis. No matter who I was targeting, the ultimate result impacted his or her loved ones and dependents. When I was still fully atheist, I had the urge to curse someone and then realized she had lots of pets who depended upon her. She was a good pet parent and probably still is to this day. For once in my ridiculous life, I stayed my hand and just let her be, not for her sake, but for the welfare of her pets.

You're a Witch! She's a Witch!

Unless you are genuinely sweet to your core, you have likely aimed some of your own bad intentions at others and gotten results. This is a mere fact of life. Perhaps the intentions of others got in your way, perhaps you suffered immediate consequences, and perhaps you got away with it. The hard truth is that you have people aiming their bad intentions at you right now and you are likely suffering the consequences of the bad energy that made it through. I have been a writer for a long time and a jerk for even longer, and I reliably field would-be witches attempting to assault me on the astral with their malefic energy.

When you have malefic energy being thrown at you, you have choices. In the case of normies, they do not know bad energy is being thrown at them at all because they deny it exists, they deny it has power, and they deny the astral plane of images it comes from because they are too deliberately ignorant to attempt to research occulted knowledge. Let's call these people the ignosophers -- they love ignorance and we will leave them to it. They are dismissed because the grown ups are speaking now.

When you are an Evangelical normie, you believe that all bad energy thrown at you comes from Satan and that those throwing the energy are agents of the Dark Lord. You are wrong. The friction produced may be coming from within you and your own uncontemplated dissonance and misunderstanding. Some of it comes from the fractured spiritual ecosystem in which you dwell and some of it comes from other would-be witches trying to hex you. Because you produce malefic energy yourself, you will attract it on the plane of images as like attracts like. Your invocations of a deity you make pretenses of serving while acting in the opposite manner of what that deity stands for will likely invoke other things that are not Divine.

When I was an atheist witch with no banishing rituals in place, I believed that I was immune to the bad energy being thrown my way and exempt from consequences. I was wrong. The more I threw hatred in response to hatred, the more lathered-up and vulnerable I became on the astral plane. The astral plane is the same one we encounter in dreams. My dreams were full of drama, hags, and shadow men, the last two being parasitic entities who are attracted to malefic energy and feed off of drama. By reacting like a clueless idiot to various stimuli, I painted a kick-me sign on my butt on the astral plane and dragged my energy lower than it needed to be.

Most people are somewhere between atheist and Evangelical. I would call them the casually religious. When bad energy gets thrown at a casually religious person, she often does not know it explicitly. She senses it. She knows something is not right. Perhaps she knows who it is coming from and will react in her mind with hatred, wishing the person would just go away. This sort of impotent energy has almost no effect on anyone or anything except for her as it makes her sad. If she is a bit more towards the feisty end of the spectrum, she will wish harm on the person in her mind, seeing them step on a rake in her astral replay or hoping they'll get a good and hefty dose of what they are owed. This more focused energy will disrupt the hated person's life if she is a natural witch. If she is actually into ritual magic and does ritual magic against the nuisance person, she can deal out a great deal of harm because of the added power a physical ritual lends to the force of images. Those on the more religious end of casual cause harm by praying for others without their permission. Prayer is really, really gross when aimed at people who do not want or ask for your prayers. A prayer aimed at the unwilling is the equivalent of camping out on someone's lawn and pooping on it and then throwing that poop in their open window. No sane person makes that kind of effort, and to add insult to injury, the prayerful moron tries to invoke great power in order to throw crap.

In my own case, I have been public about having done the Sphere of Protection every day without fail for the last seven years. The Sphere of Protection is a banishing ritual that takes about 5-10 minutes and acts as an astral shower or bath. I also tend to bathe every day, so it's no surprise that I fell into the habit of the same sort of thing on the plane of images. The Sphere of Protection is great on its own for cleaning up one's astral plane existence, but when combined with the mental plane practice of discursive meditation and serial attempts to get the advice of the gods through regular divination (Ogham in my case) it lends a powerful set of shields when someone tries to hex me. I also pray to several gods and I never, ever pray on someone's behalf without their express permission. This is also protective.

She Hexed Herself LOL

When a would-be witch tried to hex me recently, a few of her blows landed on me despite my walls of astral, mental, and spiritual defense. I was able to figure out what she was up to via divination. It is highly unlikely she consciously knew what she was doing. As a result of her malefic energy, I had a couple of klutzy moments and a day that had every opportunity to turn septic had I let it. A loved one who does not have a banishing ritual suffered a minor flesh wound that needed a Band-Aid. In other words, it was a nothingburger that I easily handled. By throwing her crap around, I'll bet she had a string of terrible days. I'll guess she made herself sick or did the same to her loved ones, and overall ended up worsening her personal relationships and causing herself far more worry and anxiety than she was able to project onto me.

If you want to defend yourself against the bad energy of conscious or unconscious would-be witches, I suggest at the very least a daily routine of prayer to gods and discursive meditation. Obviously the Sphere of Protection or another banishing ritual such as the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram is advised as well. Once this routine is in place, it is fairly difficult for the average semi-skilled witch to get through. By being unlike the witch, I sent her energy glancing away from me and towards the Unmanifest that Dion Fortune talks about in the Cosmic Doctrine. I was unlike the witch because I refused to react to her with hatred. I don't hate the witch because I don't care about her. When I see her in my mind's eye on the astral plane, I see a sad, desperate, anxious person who doesn't deserve my contempt or my compassion either way. In her vain pride and self-importance, she sent blows that sailed past me. The banishing ritual I do ensured it along with my lack of interest in her and her life. Her problems arose when the energy blew towards the void and found their mark in entities that feed on human drama. We call these entities demons in our lack of understanding. By trying to hit me with her best shot, she painted an All You Can Eat sign on her house and opened the door to whatever nasty thing from the lower astral who wants to walk in. Demons cannot get in without an invitation.

The most repulsive and defensive part of my wall is my gratitude. Whenever I have anxiety or begin to covet a thing or situation someone else has, I play the Glad Game and imagine A. How my situation could be worse and B. Why I am lucky and grateful. Somewhere along the way in the last seven years of banishing rituals, discursive meditation, prayer, and divination for myself and others, I became a more grateful person. Gratitude is trust in the Divine. I trust the gods to provide for me and I am not worried or anxious like I was when I was actively hexing other people as a stupid atheist ignosopher. I am not at all afraid of death and I am certainly not afraid of some piddling little wannabe witch.

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The ancient notion of humors that pertain to the elements is utterly ubiquitous in nearly every great world culture except the modern industrial one.  Unlike Western medicine, traditional Chinese and Indian medicine never discarded humoral diagnosis and treatment.  The humors pertain to the spirit of place in the most obvious of ways: the weather.  The spirit of place is a type of weather.  It is a set of conditions that characterize the place and its ecosystem.  The hot dry end of August pertains to Fire.  The cool, crisp time when crocuses burst out of ice scrims in front yards pertains to Air.  Nothing could be more Water than an ocean or a lake in Autumn.  As far as Earth, an underground stash of apples and squash in the winter cellar as the snowstorm rages outside fits the bill. 


I think one of the reasons our culture has such a difficult time recognizing the magic of humors is because it is so plainly obvious.  Though it has been a few hundred years since mainstream medics understood the importance of the humors, they are still a part of our language.  To describe someone as “sanguine” means he or she has a positive and uplifting outlook.  “Choleric” still means irritable and bad-tempered.  I would argue that we never lost the ability to sense humors; we just forgot about them for the most part.  Superstitions stuck but on-the-ground analysis flew away. 

It is my opinion that it is high time we westerners reclaimed our own majestic traditions, and that includes the restoration of sciences like astrology, homeopathy, and alchemy that come to us from Western occultism and provide a hand-on glimpse into Renaissance insights about the Universe. 

The Tarot, whose first wide usage came about during the European Renaissance, is divided into four suits that relate to the elements.  Swords for Air, Wands for Fire, Cups for Water, and Disks or Pentacles for Earth. 

The Tarot are a perfect gateway towards understanding how the elements influence our daily lives. Let’s say I do a daily three card Tarot divination.  For the most immediate or Me card, I get the Three of Cups ill-dignified.  Cups rule the emotions, so I’ll be conscious of how emotional I am and I will look for emotional imbalances to root out.  Am I snippy or butthurt when one of life’s inevitable setbacks occurs?  Am I depressed for no reason, or am I suppressing the way I feel with too much force?  For the Situation card, I draw the Queen of Disks well-dignified.  Disks rule Earth and day-to-day dealings like making a living.  From this card, I know that my material living isn’t likely to be in any significant jeopardy for the duration of the reading.  I also will see that it is a day to reflect on my own past materialism.  For the Outcome or Karma, I draw The Star ill-dignified.  The Star is ruled by Aquarius or Air, so I will look for imbalances of my own ego: too puffy or not strong enough?  The Tarot may be warning me that I’ll have a not atypical day of being an air-head where I miss obvious social cues or act like a ditz. 

It is helpful to assign stereotypes – yes, stereotypes - when we are dealing with the character traits of the four humors.

For the Air humor, otherwise known as Sanguine humor, we’ll invoke the stereotype of Mr. Popularity.  Everyone likes him.  He’s the class clown and has been known to get in trouble on occasion, but his humor is never aimed at anyone directly and he does his level best not to make fun of people who aren’t as popular as he is.  He effortlessly pulls in good grades as a young person and has no trouble supporting himself and his family when he comes of age.  His problems tend to come from a puffy ego, false transcendence, and imagining that all problems can be solved if everyone in the world adopts his friendly attitude.  He tends to be a solutions guy but often blunders through life situations with the assumption that one size fits all.

For the Fire Humor, otherwise known as the Choleric humor, let’s visit a tormented young artist.  She dyes her hair bottle black as an adolescent.  She is at once crippled by shyness and the urge to make her creative mark on her surroundings.  She has an extremely dynamic personality and is a most loyal friend, but her strong approach can be off-putting.  Most normal people keep her at arm’s length for fear of what lies beneath.  She can be extremely socially inept.  She is an artistic genius with extraordinary willpower.  Because she tends to be intense and passionate about whatever she is into, it is crucial that she curates and limits the people and activities in her life with extreme care, because she doesn’t do anything half-assed.

For the Earth humor, otherwise known as Melancholic, we can imagine a high strung, conscientious, perfectionist young man with several anxiety disorders and nervous tics.  He often has trouble getting along with other people, including within his own family.  Though he is not a natural leader, he can be an exceptionally driven worker, especially if he is able to work with his hands.  As he ages, he tends to shun other humans.  He will either have one special person in his life or none at all.

For the Water humor, otherwise known as Phlegmatic humor, we have a fun-loving, vivacious, well-liked girl who suffers from frequent mood swings.  She is more of a follower than a leader, but as they say, sometimes you can have too many chiefs and not enough Indians.  She may have a potent desire to be the star of the show, but chances are she will always either be backstage doing the real work of production or an equally necessary member of the audience.  She may have trouble that stems from her natural tendency to be promiscuous, whether or not she acts on that tendency. 

Every human has bits and pieces of these temperaments.  Western medicine used to employ them as diagnostic tools for treating mind, body, and spirit at once.  Traditional Eastern medicine such as Ayurveda and TCM retained their holistic humorism.

Though Western medicine wisely discarded barbaric practices from its elder days such as trepanning, it has enthusiastically replaced bad with worse.  Stomach stapling, tricyclic antidepressants, and MRNA hijackers mislabeled as vaccines represent complete ignorance in the classic sense of key pieces of knowledge being ignored to satisfy bias confirmation and profit motives.  If you've followed the writings of this blog, you know I've railed against modern medicine any number of times, so I will nix any further ranting for now.

Humorism can be used in natural magic as a map to navigate which forces are being affected or potentially affected.  If the humors fall into four basic categories of Air/Intellect, Fire/Drive, Water/Will, and Earth/Stability, natural magic can also be partitioned roughly into four humor-corresponding categories.

Natural Air Magic

The most basic natural magic practice that affects the air is burning incense.  The smoke of certain resins and herbs has a purifying effect that reverberates through the planes.  Ancient religions knew this, and that is why old Catholic cathedrals and old Muslim mosques veritably reeked with incense pouring from censers.  Wearing any form of scent, or otherwise controlling one’s scent such as the use of antiperspirant and deodorant, is natural magic.  When I prevent other people from smelling the natural pungent odor of my armpits by using antiperspirant or deodorant, that is a form of natural magic.  If I wear too much perfume and cause someone to have an allergic reaction, that is also natural magic.  If I boil a pot of water with orange and grapefruit rinds with a dash of lavender essential oil to make my house smell fancy, that is natural air magic. 

Anything sound-related falls under the category of air magic.  When I practice piano or guitar, that is a form of air magic.  I am practicing in order to improve my brain utilizing sound and electrical signals traveling from head to hands.  Bells are air magic.  In ancient times, the sound of church bells was thought to dispel evil spirits and vampires.  A common superstition about wind chimes is that they attract ghosts.  I talk to the spirits of the dead all the time – I have never noticed any prevailing opinion among the dead that they are attracted to wind chimes.   

 

The cacomagic of television is mostly air magic.  Televisions create noise pollution, especially during commercials which are purposefully louder than aptly-named programming.  The sound of television is designed to hypnotize and demoralize so its victims will buy more stuff. 

Natural Fire Magic

Fire magic has been used nearly since the human race climbed out of trees.  Candle magic is the most self-evident, which can vary in forms from simply lighting a candle in honor of a person or a god or formally dressing a candle by anointing it in oil and addressing it with one’s intentions. 

Cut and clear spells often use fire with great efficacy.  Fire is the ultimate cleanse of energy, which is why monotheist religions become fixated with the idea of destroying the wicked world in a ball of flame.  The basic fire cut and clear involves writing a person’s name on a slip of paper and jumping over it while it burns.  This is obviously better done outdoors in flame retardant clothing.  

 

Cooking is fire magic. Whether it is by stove, air fryer, solar oven or (gasp!) microwave, the transformation of basic ingredients into sustenance is an alchemical process. The energy that goes into the growing, harvesting, chopping, heating, processing and serving of the food can all be considered fire magic.


Natural Water Magic

Any form of bath done with intention is water magic, including showering.  A hot bath to relieve stress at the end of the day is magical, but so is the quick shower.  The hoodoo bath with its cold, ice-temperature water, vinegar, salt, and hot-peppers is the most intentional and potent of all baths.  When we stink, we take a shower or bath.  Remember that the etheric body is one grade more subtle than smell, so to remove the pungent outer layer that is causing a miasma also strongly affects the etheric.  Swimming in a lake or a pool is a form of bath.  When I was a child and my extended family went on a hotel trip, we kids would entertain ourselves by jumping from the cold swimming pool to the hot tub over and over again.  Little did I know this is a form of etheric stripping.  Many cultures around the world have their own version of the etheric stripping as a health practice.  In the Japanese on-sen or bathhouse, bathers scrub themselves clean with a brush in a cold shower before climbing into the extremely hot pool or hot spring.  The ancient Finnish practice of sauna involves repeatedly going from heated sauna to dips in icy lakewater and rolling in the snow, potentially dozens of times.  The practice is so revered that it spread to Sweden and other Nordic countries.  The sauna is perceived as the ultimate cleansing ritual.  Before the era of hospitals, women often gave birth in the sauna. 

Home cooking also counts as water magic.  The crafting of soup especially is nothing less than a magical potion formed with intention to nourish and heal.  This is why homemade food is often more nourishing than prepackaged food that was canned or boxed in a factory. 

Natural Earth Magic
       

Any activity where you work with your hands is Earth magic.  Making the bed, vacuuming and sweeping, sewing and needlework, cooking, woodworking, painting, decorating, and handicrafts are all Earth magic.  Gardening is absolutely Earth magic as it involves working with one’s hands and literally moving dirt around while adding blood (hopefully in the form of blood meal and not from your own mishap), sweat, and tears. 

Construction, repair, and remodeling are Earth magic. All three can range from a few minutes unclogging a sink to years constructing a building, but the magical intention is often the same: manipulate the etheric plane via improvement of the physical plane.

The spirit of place as a concept falls under the realm of Earth magic.  When we allow ourselves to respect material things and mundane activities that come and go in our daily lives, the result is anything but idolatry, or at least it is anything but idolatry in my personal case.  As I appreciate and become grateful for my cup of tea, the result is not a worship for the cup of tea or the tea farmer.  Instead, I become aware of the effort it took for the cup of tea to arrive in my hands.  Gratitude is a kind of awareness.  It is waking up to the divine from the shallow trance of materialism in which we take all our privileges for granted.  The gratitude I put out there diffuses into other areas of my life and gently and slowly improves everything around me.  

 
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I was hagged yesterday morning. I was walking down a flight of stairs in a dream. A shadowy thing was headed in the opposite direction. As we crossed paths, it forced me through itself and latched on to my back. It tried to force me to invite it into my body. Of course I said no. I called on Poseidon via my memorized Orphic hymn -- it clung on despite my invocation, though not as strongly. It was still there when I woke up, slithering around my neck and head and chattering away in my ears.

I took a hoodoo bath immediately upon rising, deeper than usual, which was a rude wake up call. (I've gotten soft due to my lifestyle of modern suburban luxury.) The bath seemed to dislodge the Thing that wanted to go for a ride. During that morning's Sphere of Protection, I saw it ushered back to the Abyss by two tall figures and a third in the background.

Despite doing the Sphere of Protection every day for nearly three years, discursive meditation for over three years, daily prayer, and divination, I still have scary bouts on the astral. Approximately three weeks ago, another entity slimed me in much the same manner as today.

I had my first vivid astral travel experience/lucid dream around the age of four. The experience was remarkably similar to this morning's hagging. Just as some people naturally draw mosquitoes more than others, I draw incorporeal entities of all sorts. This was the case when I was raised Christian, when I became Wiccan as a teen, when I discarded Wicca for a long stint of atheism, and it is still the case now as I study Druidry. Nothing has truly changed about my attractiveness to entities fair and foul except my ability to shield myself via Druid rituals and mind-strengthening, and for that shielding I am eternally grateful.

The abilities I have with unseen beings can often be of great comfort and a source of happiness: because of my natural ability to communicate with the unseen, I have been able to assist dead loved ones and friends with crossing over. I walk into the forest preserve and I get the same rush a natural extrovert gets from walking into a crowded party -- I talk to trees, houses, bodies of water, patches of air, and I'm beginning to be able to talk to certain animals. Sensitivity, I have learned, is a balance. I have always been extremely sensitive and only Druidry got through to me enough so I could learn to harness it.

I'm not alone in my sensitivity, of course, but I am one of the lucky few sensitives who was in the right time at the right place. Druidry was my saving grace; Christianity simply didn't work for me and I have no passion for Eastern religions such as Shintoism or the practice of yoga. Sensitives like me tend to get sucked into believing we are "star children" or worse, being lured into atheist demonolatry with its edgelord posturing and improvised black candle spells.

Both the Rhonda Byrne-esque positivity movement and atheist "witches" have much to answer for in the current state of the astral plane. We are in an astral cesspool. Banishing ritual or not, there is precious little between us and a boiling bog of eternal stench. The Professional Managerial set and atheist warlocks/witches have chosen to swim through without even the benefit of a raft. Antifa/BLM and the Magic Resistance gleefully slide down the chute to the sewers with their foul toxic feminism, their inability to discriminate a blunt hammer applied to public discourse (their penchant for gaslighting and foul language), protests (riots), and magic (demonolatry). On the other side, toxic masculinity bleats about the importance of reseeding and restoring Christendom, never understanding that wasting away in front of a computer screen is perhaps the best possible route to loneliness and sperm dilution. In their minds, the blame for all of the world's evils lies squarely upon slutty women, cuckolds, and the great globalist cabal. Add to this stewpot the dire reality that almost all work for pay is horrendous drudgery. Teamwork? That's Bulls**tese for a pyramid scheme designed to fool suckers into providing enthusiastic labor for a greedy fat cat who vacations in Aruba and is on his third trophy wife. Attitude? That's the term the corporate zombies who control your life use to gaslight you into believing you didn't work hard enough when you are downsized. Commitment? That's what you are supposed to give endlessly to your boss without the faintest hope that you'll receive the basics of yesteryear in return: health insurance, vacations, the ability to afford a small, modest home. If you do land a job where you are taken care of, expect to trade no less than your immortal soul for your prosperity: the more you make, the more people are gunning for your position and the more you have to spend to fit in with others of your high class.

Now combine all of the aforementioned sludge with profound religious ignorance. I truly hope Christianity of the old fashioned stripe such as Old Skool Catholicism and Greek Orthodoxy makes a big comeback, because we need all of the exorcists and Christian mystics we can get right now. I hope the yoga people who have been thrown out of their suburban studios because of silly COVID rules head to the forests and start talking with the trees. I hope the vegan atheist Instagram witches get sick of personal and political blowback and start becoming serious Manly P. Hall quoting occultists. I argue that we need people interested in non-Harry Potter, antiseptic magic and prayer more than we need permaculturists and green wizards, and we need permaculturists and green wizards quite badly.

I'm doing what I can. Though because of my business, I must keep abreast of the politics that affect me, I have largely removed myself from politics and politicking. I recently did a big double hoodoo vacuum of my Studio (not a floor wash because it's got lots of carpeting) and I'll do a series of blessings on it in the following weeks. I'm praying and playing Orphic hymns every day. I'm wearing a red bag amulet. Making charms for around the house. Cups of vinegar and bowls of salt. Please pray for me that my measures will be adequate.

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