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Mmmm...good stuff, Lep. Wise comments about Jack not being worship-full too. There is something about "the Current" that does not jive with worship but with participation, even entertainment. It's an extremely party-hardy atmosphere, in the Dionysian or Pan-ic sense - PUN'KIN' GO NUTS. Hence all my ramblings about random ecstacy and the crackling thrill of it all. Seems to be how it moves, at least on one end, rather than sit-down worshipful work.
Which doesn't mean I don't burn candles, meditate on it, the occasional incense stick and lots of invocation. But the more formalized the ritual, the "worse" it seems to turn out. Freestylin' has had the best results so far.
...which brings me to my intellectual segue on confusing a signifier and its signified. I have to frequently work at jarring this relationship and not thinking of the "false idols" (ie representative concepts) when dealing with the Autumn Current energies or the spirits therein. Segue out....
The other end of the Current's movement took place today: quiet, rainy, gloomy. "Bauhaus" day. An Autumn of sweaters, hot cider, the curious comfort of the grey sky and the chill under your clothes. The crackle isn't there, but the first breath of winter is - the exhale of silence, of Guede in scarf and hat, of trees bare and white.
Oh, the other night's ritual. RIIIGHT. Well there are two of those to mention.
On Monday, having a holiday from school, I went out to work on a farm with my roommate. The focus of this place was indescribable. Pulling up the drive, next to the 200-yr-old house underneath towering oak trees, towards the crumbling barn, the yard and ancient wagon laden with pumpkins...and that was just the start! I spent the day free of much duty - as there was little to be done - and wandered the local woods before coming back to actually contribute something. While in the woods I went into a trance for some time, was covered in falling leaves, and had several dramatic conversations (which, it being a trance, I don't quite remember now). But on the scale of such things - which I do often - this was one of the more powerful and intense interactions.
The rest of the time I spent picking squash, hauling hay, picking Concord grapes and nearly going insane in the small farm store - the Queen's country, all aged wood, musk, apples, dried wheat, honey, cinnamon, a slight candle...
While there I held no "formal" practice aside from the trance, but once home I did! It had to be something big. So I took off on my bike to a nearby island which is mainly forest. In my pocket was an orange - didn't have any apples. The island is closed after dark and guarded. I asked Hermes to guide me safely there and back, tearing through fog and mist and cackling the entire time, and in exchange would make a crossroads offering upon returning. He did so - slipped RIGHT past the gate both in and out with being seen or stopped - I went into the woods by the island's shore and began reciting "Silent Scream." It works so well it's uncanny. Afterwards I halved the orange, offered it to the Autumn and to the King and Queen, squeezed some of the juice onto/into my mouth, placed it on a tree stump and took off.
Once home I made a concoction for Hermes - milk and cookies (why, I don't know, but he does like them...) - and poured it, with a small ceremony, at the crossroads nearby.
Wednesday I had been carrying three coins for Hermes all day, charging them up as an offering for travel and communication blessings - a group of friends and I were going to a lecture the following day via 2-hour bus ride. Finally, near midnight, I went out to the local crossroads (in the wealthy, creepy, old-mansion-older-cemetery part of town) and rode in circles, calling quarters, (bike magic!) while reciting a personal invocation. Then I formally offered the coins, placed them in the center, closed and split.
As I completed it, turned to go, a single leaf drifted down from a cluster of overhanging trees in my path. As I rode through there was an overwhelming scent of sweet vegetable rot - just in that area.
(The bike as magical tool is an essay in the making...)
The results were PHENOMENAL. Not only was our trip excellent and safe but the communication that took place has, with no exaggeration, changed our lives dramatically and strengthened our friendships 10-fold.
So rock the Autumn. QRTI LSHE PRUM CODAWN!
Midnight and the witching hour has come
Rain streams from the rooftops
Faint shapes in the fog, shimmers in the puddles
The wind is quiet
October 16th is one minute old now
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Nothing like floating on a nice thick bed of Theta waves only to have them yanked out from under you - your brain snaps back like a rubberband.
Oh.) Yeah, so I'm gonna go ahead with that.