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Black & Orange Magic: 2008

16:43 / 30.10.08

It's that time of year again, get your pumpkins out!

My Mom Thinks I'm Cool

21:09 / 30.10.08

I tried to have a proper party with pumpkin carving and hot cider and rum and scary movies. but my friends are all boring. so I will do it alone!

I got my pumpkin today and plan to carve tonight. there's plenty of cider and rum left.

for magikyness, I usually do some checking in with the ancestor spirits. I'm having trouble finding stuff to set up a proper altar in my new apartment so far though.

trouble at bill

15:09 / 31.10.08

get your pumpkins out!

Oh dear... Carry on Samhain here we come!

Uh, I'm just gonna be putting on my robes and heading off to a Muggle fancy dress party. I'm not a great observer of the Wheel of the Year because my life turns according to an altogether more buckled wheel.

IIRC Crowley fell out with someone back in the day for wearing magickal attire to a fancy dress party. But I don't care, I'm teh baaadass mage me, and I'm not even scared to break Uncle Al's rulze!!1! In fact, Uncle Al is my bitch. In fact, I'm so teh badass mage dat you're all my bitches too, bitches!!1!!

22:45 / 01.11.08

Wow. Haven't posted here in years.

Didn't do much of anything in the 'costumes and parties' department.

DID put together a working that I considered somewhat important. I haven't done much of anything magickal in the past few years. But I did make a job change, get out of some bad situations, drop some bad habits, and re-think life in general.

Just last week I was let go from my job, which sucks. However, I was in a career field that's drying up and dying anyway. I was looking for a way out but couldn't seem to find one. So I tended to just let it drag on, making a living but not really bettering my situation. Things are going to be a bit rough for me now, but at least I have both the time and the incentive to get started in a new direction.

With all of this in mind, I held a sort of funeral service for my old self. It helps that my former job required the use of a pseudonym or "professional name." So it wasn't my own funeral. It was a service for THAT GUY and his bad habits and his dead-end existence. Too bad I had to bury him. But I have to get on with MY life.

10/31 seemed just the day for it.

trouble at bill

13:14 / 02.11.08

Good for you Yagg! Only, can we not call it 10/31, it makes it sound more like a date of a terrorist outrage than a magickal festival! ;-)

In fact, I'm so teh badass mage dat you're all my bitches too, bitches!!1!!

Now, regarding this, I would like to formally apologise for calling everyone in the Temple my bitches. I don't know what possessed me to say something like that. Well, I do know, actually, most likely it was one of those nasty Voodoo lwas crawled out of its Qlippotic gutter and insinuated itself up my astral, wrapping it's nasty little tentacles around my etherial brain stem and making me say nasty sexist, power-crazed rubbish. They do that sort of thing this time of year when the veil is thin. But I've done twenty-three banishings and scrubbed myself thoroughly with New Age bodywash so you cam all rest assured, I am myself again now. Phew!