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The New City Magick Thread

 
 
Tim Tempest
05:41 / 21.01.07
Alright, here is my situation: I've just started college in a large city near where I live. I'm using the bus system now for transportation, and I'm unsure of which gods to work with. Do I work with Hermes, the God of Travel, or do I work with Ixat, or do I make one up and decide to work with it? Or do I even need to work with a god? I realize that the who's and what's aren't as important as the why's, but I am really just...well, I'm lost.

The ultimate goal is that I am trying to establish a living relationship with the city that I will now be spending so much time in. I want to get to know the city, and I want it to able to open up to me...(Ugh. I never know how to word these things without sounding silly)...

I am really fascinated with City Magick, and have made contact with Ixat a couple of times, and I am really just looking for a direction to take my practice in...So I come to you, Barbelith.

Now, I hope I haven't ticked off anyone by starting a new thread on City Magick, as there are quite a few of them out there, but they all seemed to be a few years old, and I thought that perhaps a fresh start would be needed, since this is a new frontier for myself, and I'd imagine, at least a few others.

So, I'd like to hear from you all.
 
 
Princess
11:27 / 21.01.07
Not to sound trite but, why not just ask the buses? I mean, if you are working with the place rather than just shoe-horning your own practices onto it, then surely they would be the first people to know about it?

I've started doing something similar in good ol' Aberystwyth. I realised that the place makes me unhappy, and I thought that trying to understand the place might help somewhat.

I went on a drift, and I've been keeping a tab on general synchronicity. Aberystwyth just seems so threatening now. It took me to a place that really terrified me, and made me feel unsafe and watched. Then it showed me another power-spot that only really seems suitable for suicide/swimming. Water is so big in this town, and more than one person has said that they can feel their happiness being sucked out to sea. One of my friends jokes that the town is Insmouth and Cthulu lie just off the coast. I've also noticed that my poetry about the place often suggests that Aber itself is underwater. Like the story about that town that sinned and so sank under the water. I'm not sure why this might be. I suppose the point of the excercise is to find out.

I've also bought a bike, and found the cool graveyard. It's so over-stocked and dangerous. There are all these warning stickers everywhere, and the monuments look just like a city. I think spending time there might be an ok way to connect with the place. I like the graveyard and I suppose a town is really made of all the lives that have happenned in it, so the dead might be a good place to start. I'll root around and see what the Barb has to offer around the subject of non-ancestoral dead.

My next job is to attend a football match at the ground. I could here the drumming and chanting everywhere on my walk, and it did form the axis of my path. Not really my thing, but I suppose I could put on my man trousers and play at heteronormativity.

Also, there is a bush that has a stupid number of birds in it. They will get fed.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
16:46 / 21.01.07
Asking the buses is a good idea. Another thing you could to is go somewhere near a road, in some location that smacks to you of a journey's beginning (a bus stop, maybe), and hang around there reading car number-plates as they go by. Just see what patterns develop.

You can also talk to the ubiquitous Trash. Trash is a very powerful city spirit and has all kinds of messages for you if you stay alert. (She can also be very generous--some of the better furniture in my home was a gift from Trash.)

Then there's crossroads magic. Find a crossroads that resonates for you and pour out a small libation (I understand that rum is traditional in African-diasporic trads, and the NT Gods don't seem to object to it either. I don't know what Hermes likes. Wine, I suppose.) leave a few coins and ask Whoever happens to be running that sort of thing in your neck of the woods to open a way and guide you. Eventually you'll probably find that a particular Power makes Him or Herself known to you as the face of those crossroadsy Mysteries in your region, and you'll be able to start working with that being in a more personal way.

City wights can take all sorts of forms. One of my oracles--now, alas, no more--was a decomissioned ATM, very much graffitied-on and stickered and rather disconsolate at having been severed from the Big-Money spirit. Another is a graffito depicting a TV, unplugged and burning; I swing by every so often and see what's on the telly--what other graffiti has been added within its screen.

Learning the runes has been a very productive addition to my driftwork. Runes, man, they're everywhere.
 
 
kowalski
21:34 / 21.01.07
Another interesting tack is to approach your city's monuments, especially the ones with representations of human figures. While these typically get very little interest nowadays, they do have a strong connection to times past when they were empowered by the community with a lot of thought and reverence. I've been working on establishing a relationship with a historical figure from the first half of the twentieth century, regularly leaving something of significance to him at his feet whenever I happen to be passing through the area on other business. He's already opened one door for me, so I'm optimistic about the future of this one.

As for buses, I'd stay away from libations, at least while on board. They're sensitive to people making a mess of them, and can react quite violently in response. The other week I watched a guy sabre the bottle of Pina Colada he was trying to open on sharp edge of the emergency window release handle. The genius' hand was cut quite badly. Something in the street though could work, I haven't tried any physical contributions in my work with buses. Curbs are powerful as they are a liminal, threshold space, so are bus knuckles -- the sunken ruts in the pavement caused by bus-after-bus taking exactly the same line as it makes a stop -- because they're a physical manifestation of the vehicle's passage.

Other things... creeks are powerful creatures that we spend far too much time ignoring. Glacially wise, they don't react well to sudden requests. Trees too, but you have to spend time working out what they are, what they've been through and how to approach them. Short-lived street trees are best viewed as a network, sort of like the barking network (ahaha) in 101 Dalmations. They pass things on along the wind, ground water often being inaccessible to them. Older trees, solitary and grandiose, are much more complicated. And trees growing in forest fragments, in parkland or ravines, are best to simply provide some small respect to and then move on, for we alienated them long ago and their suspicion of your motives lies concentrated in that valley or fenced in corner.

If you want a place to start with the city as a whole, get up as high and unsheltered as you can, on a rooftop or construction crane or escarpment, whatever you're comfortable with. Where the city can see you all at once and get to know you outside of the everyday.
 
 
Liger Null
22:04 / 21.01.07
(She can also be very generous--some of the better furniture in my home was a gift from Trash.)

I've gotten some great stuff from Trash as well. My favorite was a square pillow-thingie with a fairy on it.

City wights can take all sorts of forms. One of my oracles--now, alas, no more--was a decomissioned ATM, very much graffitied-on and stickered and rather disconsolate at having been severed from the Big-Money spirit.

One of my oracles is the church message board across the street from my place (fittingly, near a crossroads). Every week the church people put up a new message on the board, and I often find them to be pertinent to what's going on in my life at that moment.

I remember getting some loud and clear advice one night while walking home with my boorish then-boyfriend. The message on the board was "Resist Satan and he will flee from you."

I stopped taking his crap, and we amicably broke up soon afterward.
 
 
Liadan
03:11 / 24.01.07
Besides the buses, don't neglect the road itself (that is, the pavement, and the land lying underneath it). I haven't experimented with this in cities themselves, but I've sometimes gotten interesting responses talking to stretches of highway.

The city likely has its own "genius locus" (sp?) as well as a number of smaller ones within it, for different neighbourhoods or whatnot. One needn't talk to any gods, especially since so many people nowadays are not in the locations that those gods were attached to (not something I'm very picky about in terms of general worship, but when we're talking about building a relationship with a place, well...).
 
 
Princess
09:13 / 24.01.07
"Genus loci" I think. But I'm not 100% in that.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:21 / 24.01.07
The singular is genius loci. I'm not sure how the plural--spirits of places--would go. Paging Haus!
 
 
Earlier than I thought
18:09 / 24.01.07
Leave offerings, like everyone said. Cigars and coins at crossroads, in lonely phone boxes, behind sinister electrical things (don't annoy them though).
But be careful; the first time I did this, I suffered a terrifying string of coincidental accidents at crossroads. Two cars I was in were written off, including one by a local (see?) authority van which reversed violently for no good reason (the driver was baffled as to why he'd done it). Ask nicely all the time...
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
18:24 / 24.01.07
*nods* Yeah, junction boxes are a good place to leave stuff. Sometimes graffiti or other signs on or around the junction box will clue you in as to preferred offerings. Stuff you leave could be messages and such or little sorcerous packages. Offerings can be anything.

Case study: There is a junction box in my town that someone sprayed a skull on and the word "DINERO" so I decided it was Very Important. I started leaving small denomination coins there. Not long after I started doing that, I had a couple of small money-related bits of luck. I started dressing the coins in money-drawing oil and Ven Dinero Powder. I saw orange peels on top of DINERO a couple of times so I started adding orange oil to the condition oils I was using. Things slowly got better financially. I did a toy €500 banknote up as for hunting money, wrapped it round the next batch of coppers and left it there; shortly thereafter I picked up a new client. (I should add at this point that I frankly suck at money spells, so this kind of success is actually pretty good for me.) The coppers I leave there are the offering to DINERO, whereas the pretend hunting money is the petition for his help.
 
 
Haloquin
21:04 / 24.01.07
Oh yeah, on similar lines;
When I did the halloween-fairy-dust scattering I remember getting a very strong impression that the Old Building, a space on campus, didn't want the fairy-dust, although it accepted an offering of coins and chocolate and let me enter the space.

Some places just don't want to be fiddled with, and don't like certain things.
 
 
ghadis
23:43 / 24.01.07
One particular type of crossroads that i am always drawn to in my magical rambles are bridges over water. They've often played a huge part in my ritualistic trawls around London, the middle of London Bridge for me is a huge magical 'hotspot' and i go there again and again with intent or not. Also the smaller bridges over streams and canals. There is a small bridge over a stream in a park near where i live now which is incredibly important to me.

I've also found in the past that certain places where i've felt it important to stop for a moment and do something have been on a road over a buried, hidden river (Effra i'm looking at you baby!)

The thing to do i think is just go out and ramble. I don't know where you live but in a huge city, like London, the instinct is to shy away from the size of it. I think this is why a lot of people take public transport everywhere. Even short walkable distances. I did this for many years in London before i realised that it is quite easy to walk those 4 or 5 tube stops in half an hour. An underground tube system is quite interesting as it both shrinks and expands your idea of the scale of a city.

Ramble around and converse. Ask questions maybe or just take it in. Street signs, graffiti, snippets of overheard conversation, found items etc.

Also, don't be shy to engage in conversation with people. A huge part of city magic i'd say. People are, of course, the other half that makes up a city. I think you have to be a bit careful of course. It's not a good idea to go barging up to people at 3am asking bizarre questions because you are likely to get your head punched. And it may also not be very nice for the people you approach. But engaging with the people around you can be very important.

Following MCs example...

Case Study: I'd been on an (afternoon) ritualistic walk for an hour or so and picked up various items and words. One of the words was Rambert which i'd derived from chanting the word Rupert (which i'd gotten from a thrown away newspaper and felt right) over and over. It turned into Rambert through repitition. Rambert struck something in me from my childhood so i kept repeating the word under my breath. I was walking down a busy main road. Then to my left was one of those little cul-de-sac garden encloves you often get on london streets. Small square of grass with 4 or 5 park benches round the periphery. So i sat on one and carried on the mantra. Looking over the grass, Rambert turned into Rambert Fields.

Then i set off back down the road. Shortly down the road i kick myself for not leaving some offerings at the 'field'. I suddenly thought i should have done more there. But then looking up across the road is see a pub called 'The Temple' so figure thats the next place to go. I left a couple of offerings outside (a plastic bit of a bike saddle and some of the newspaper) and went inside and asked the barman if he knew where Rambert road was. He didn't so i asked about Rambert Fields road and a guy at the bar said that there was a Fielding Rd near. Just down the road on the right just past the lights. So off i trot and not long later i'm in a charity shop buying something that has huge significance to my magical practice and my life.

Sorry to go on but i luv this magic lark! There is so much you can get up to if you engage with your enviroment.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
00:31 / 25.01.07
Excellent stuff.

Thrift stores: definately places of magic. I find it is useful to find two or three that you can build a good relationship with. A well-established thrift store is a nexus, a veritable powerhouse of different influences coming and going. Visit your preferred stores regularly, leave offerings in the form of donations when possible. General thrift store karma can be built up with voluntary work. I have a particular store I visit fairly frequently, and my Guys use it to drop off goodies as rewards for me. Like a bit before the hols I was mooching past 'my' store in a foul mood, and got very strongly poked to go in and have a look around. Even though I didn't really want to go clothes shopping that day, I caved under pressure and went inside.

Minutes later I was exiting the establishment in much better spirits and bearing a bespoke tailcoat (€15).
 
 
ghadis
01:07 / 25.01.07
They're another crossroads aren't they. Charity shops, thriftstores, second hand bookshops, antique shops, rubbish bins, skips. Places of transfer. Passings on. Death-rebirth. Those marginal points. Those points where magic comes alive really because (i feel) that is what magic is all about. That crux.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
07:58 / 25.01.07
Totally. Them and 2nd-hand bookshops.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:05 / 25.01.07
...Which I now realise you've just said.

*headdesk*

Everyone just ignore me, I'm plainly not all there.
 
 
Quantum
09:59 / 25.01.07
Having just moved, I donated thirty or forty books to the Amnesty bookshop and untold bits of stuff to the Alzheimers shop, so I'm hoping next time I go looking the thrift gods will bless me. Also, new bit of city to befriend and explore, w00t! I'm using the local pubs (named after local features and landmarks of course) as the anchors for my mental spiderweb, but it's early days.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
12:03 / 25.01.07
Another interesting tack is to approach your city's monuments, especially the ones with representations of human figures. While these typically get very little interest nowadays, they do have a strong connection to times past when they were empowered by the community with a lot of thought and reverence. --kowalski

That's a very good point. As well as having historical significance which can be tapped into, such monuments may also have symbolic value which would make them good places to honour the mysteries they symbolise, or deities/spirits connected with those mysteries. For example, a lot of cities will have a sculpture personifying that city, or representing it in other symbolic form. This might make a good place to set up communications with the city itself. Allegorical figures representing concepts such as Justice, Victory etc. can also serve as useful ritual foci., either to work with the abstract concepts themselves or to contact associated spirits.

I imagine that statues of historical personages could be employed to make contact with those Deadz, ut I can't say I've ever tried it that I recall.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
12:12 / 25.01.07
...and of course if you are really lucky someone will have bunged up a public statue to one or other of your Gods, which would just rock.
 
 
Ticker
14:30 / 25.01.07
yes indeed I've been wandering around and had a public statue suddenly be inhabited. Maybe it was inhabited all a long but the experience of darshan out in the city is pretty fucking fantastic.
 
 
Princess
15:31 / 25.01.07
I'm continuing to walk round Aberystwyth. It's actually quite nice, which I hadn't realised. If anyone's interested there's an account of a walk here.

It's hardly revelatory, but I wanted to share without gunking up the thread. Aberystwth is actually quite, nice. But at the same time, full of quite frightening places.
 
 
ghadis
15:48 / 25.01.07
I grew up not far from Aberystwth and i always thought it was a pretty cool place myself. One of the pubs had the most fantasticaly rude landlords ever. He was famous for it. Dead by now though i'd guess.
 
 
Earlier than I thought
19:50 / 25.01.07
Way back up there Haloquin mentioned offering chocolate and coins to a University building. Which is slightly odd because I became convinced that this was all that the Arts Tower in Sheffield ever wanted...nothing else seemed to do the trick. Of course, it also has the legendary Paternoster (endlessly repeating lift thing) which was always like a giant prayer wheel you could ride in as far as I was concerned.
 
  
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