While I have been under radar for longer than I care to admit, the Work continues.
Down here in the land of harsh beauty, I am dealing with strange currents of land and air. Even the wild life is foriegn to me. The crows are monsterous and steal all sorts of things. Yet it is the reoccurance of the smiling coyette that has me the most baffled.
At least 3 times a week, a coyette will cross my path or make himself really known to me (standing on a butte not 200 feet from me) look at me and smile. He then turns and disappears into nothing. Ther are small tumble weeds out here but really not much flora to speak of. He/they just disappear. Yet, they are sure to make eye contact and let me know that they see me. It is very odd.
The other day I was having particular difficulties for a talismanic bit that I was working on. Suddenly, a hawk feather just sort of floated down and landed at my feet. I was in an area known for hawks but did not see any that day, just the feather. All I could do was say "Thank you Horus" accept the gift and move on.
Strange place the desert.
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to assist with a bit of magickal seamstressing. It is some of my favorite stuff. The magickian in question wanted to dedicate the piece to Bacchus. While I will not explain the specifics, I questioned the wisdom of the young magickian as to why this piece should be so dedicated. Yet, my Hamster was insistant that I stay silent.
The young magickian was in luck his seamstress had a copy of several dedications to Bacchaus due to my fun with the Morrision ritual. So as he burned the Frankinsence and recited the ode, the Hamster was again humming.
I went to sleep and left a cabal of magickians in my living room. That night no one had any wine, there was only good Scotch Whiskey. While there was sacramental wine in the house, it was not touched. In the morning I awoke to a very sick magickian despite only having a glass of Scothc and the Hamster explaining that it is not wise to inkoe a diety and then not have good sense of mind to imbibe correctly. Scotch as he explained is NOT wine or grape. I think that it is a worthy lesson and one that the young magickian will not soon forget :)
Well off to enjoy some quality time with bedroom before I prepare to Work tonight. I must clear out the dust bunnies or NOTHING is getting done.