I think I might actually be getting more done!

Conflict can be an opportunity for discussion, exploration and discovery

or

an opportunity for becoming shrill, and self righteous, and sulking off to our respective corners.

That’s a free choice, but it’s also clear which is the intelligent and productive choice.

To surrender the personality and let the Soul ascend, the receptive partner must  know they are adored. The act of Adoration makes one worthy of perceiving that Soul when it becomes manifest.

Both require the bridge of confidence.

In our astral travels, we greatly reduce our awareness of our surroundings in exchange for vivid hallucinations which reveal both our inner world and that of the Human dreamscape.  Sounds sort of schizophrenic to an outsider.

In our hearts, we direct our love of the Godhead, personalize it into an entity, and consult with it on important matters. We take each event the world brings us as a personal message from the Godhead, and eliminate the idea of randomness. In the material world, this disassociation can lead to narcissism and following the poor advice of inner demons and old wounds.

In the Abyss, we are reduced to our lowest point, lost, abandoned, and depressed to the point of suicide. Survive, and continue.

And in our old age, we are The Fool again, blissfully unconcerned with the opinion of the outside world, with the challenge of remaining connected to others and communicating clearly on multiple levels at once. Sometimes it seems like a spiritual senility.

So, Magick is a powerful force, and like all powerful forces can be used well or for ill. Choose wisely, back up when necessary, but don’t lose focus and perdurabo (I shall continue until the end).

The more you open, the more you can hold…

Both require self knowledge. Knowing our True Will is a process, not an event. The Future builds on the past, and the builder plans construction with a knowledge of the available materials.

Divesting ourselves of distractions gives us room and materials to build our Spiritual Temple in life. We get one moment at a time, and a limited supply of them. A little planning, reflection and intuition can guide the WORK to your own Path to Perfection.

In some ways, cutting out the social component has allowed me to focus on The Still Small Voice without concern for other’s ideas or emotions. But it has also sapped some of the energy and creativity I’m used to bringing the the WORK.

The circumstances have been amazingly consistent, so I decided to stay still and listen rather than get loud and demand something from the Universe. There is a natural ebb and flow in the WORK, and one must wait like a mountain so to be ready to pounce like a tiger when the time is right.

I’d say more, but the book beckons, and I’m write more after an introductory read.Kudos, Jerry, 93 / 93

I’m not a big fan of anger, but I embraced this one, and at first tried to control it within myself as I went about the daily business of picking up the pieces. I felt other members of my family even more damaged than I, and put my own feelings into cold storage so I could function.

But the anger ate away at me, and even minor annoyances and disagreements unleashed feelings beyond what that current situation called for. I recognized how wrong this was, and took a variety of actions to address it.

Rainbow Darkly taught me years ago “Feel what you feel, admit what you feel, but do what you think is best.” I’ve tried to follow her guidance.

One of my approaches was the creation of  a talisman painted on a plate locking in my displaced anger, which I then smashed (using ritual equipment) in sacred space, saving only a fragment. That fragment has been in a blue glass goblet covered with fresh water in the West of my Temple for the last several years. Part of my regular ritual activity has been it’s care and tending, making sure the anger remained covered by waters consecrated to the Angel Gabriele. As the years have passed, when I needed motivation to continue, or dig into the laws of a foreign State and case law, I’d take it out, finger it in my hand, draw the strength of my anger, then return it.

This week our long case ended, with complete victory.

I am already planning the long awaited ritual in the next few months of bringing that last fragment of my anger into the woods by a stream, where I will meditate and slowly grind it down to dust, and let nature’s Waters carry away my pain.