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11:44 / 02.09.02

I've lost my sack.

I'm in trouble.

I lost it in Newcastle, this Friday. I was out drinking with some friends, put my rucksack down somewhere, forgot to pick it up, rang back around all the places it might have wound up, and it's not there.
You all know what this means.

It means some filthy little scrote's got their filthy little hands on my sack and they've RIPPED IT OFF, GODDAMMIT!

Okay, joking aside, this is fairly serious. The sack has various things of value in it. There's my CD player, with my copy of the new Doves album in it (which I had just really gotten into, which makes me quite pissed OFF to lose it), but I can weather that loss, and I have my regulation Shitty Alba Walkman and a raft of cheesy home-made compilation tapes to tide me over until I can afford another one. And there's my copy of Penczak's 'City Magick', but hell, you can buy that anywhere these days, so I'll have no bother replacing it.
What concerns me more is the loss of my notebook, which contained poems, cut-up excerpts from my dream diary, and some sigil designs (including one rather embarassing idea for a succubus working); and the material basis of a servitor I've used for five years now, since I started doing the magic. Obviously that last one has big emotional value, and, moreover, would constitute a strong magical link to me, which is why I'm anxious to get it back. The chances of the link being used against me are obviously very remote - the bag's probably been half-inched by smackheads who just want to sell the CD and wouldn't know a servitor if it bit them on the arse - but if it was used against me it could probably really fuck me over. So I'm in a bit of a tiz right now...

And what I thought I'd do is request a little magickal assistance from you guys. God knows I'm gonna be using everything in my power to get at least the servitor and hopefully the bag itself back, but hey: if there was ever a time for me to call on the 'Lith for help, I figure it's now. So give my efforts to complete Mission: Get Back the Sack a boost, with sigils, conjurations, or just random blasts of helpful energy.

Avengers Assemble! Etc...

12:45 / 02.09.02

Sending you good mental energies; I'll work on getting a sigil together for you. Peace.

13:09 / 02.09.02

Here for you dude.

Which way do I aim the MOJO?

~MT

14:11 / 02.09.02

Aim for Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Damn, I really do need help with this...Just tried a city magic style sidewalking expedition to find the thing, and completely bollixed it up. Jeez.

If i wind up having to sever my link to my favourite servitor because of this, I am NOT going to be pleased...

15:54 / 02.09.02

I'm sending a big cloud of finder antennae and tentacles your way.

Meanwhile, you might want to talk to GEK?

21:23 / 02.09.02

Man that sucks...

Really hope this works for you. Big findy vibes - your way.

18:31 / 03.09.02

My mum ran over my sack today. In her Landrover. My poor lil PDA

I had to buy beer cos it made me sad. The cumulative effect of one horrid day that I'd like to forget ever happened.

12:34 / 04.09.02

Still sackless, I'm afraid, but I'm beginning to look on this as one of those Inanna-in-the-underworld things, where you lose your treasured possessions before beginning a new life. A lot of my stuff - items of jewellery, leather cuffs, &c, has gone missing lately, and I'm starting a new career next monday, so, y'know...It's not a great conceptual leap.

The theory I prefer, though, is that, after six years of semi-independent existence, the servitor was starting to get ideas above it's station - trying to break away and gain independence. It's interesting that all the stuff that went missing was stuff I was sure I'd put in the bag, but which I never found again.

Obviously I can't have a former servitor wandering about on it's own or falling into the hands of someone who might want to curse me, though, so I have - regretfully - had to carry out a ritual to sever my link with the servitor, and reabsorb that part of my ether it contained. I feel like one of those guys who has to put down his favourite dog 'cause it's gone rabid...It's a shame, but what can you do?

But as I say: new life, new career, new servitors, new godforms, new attitude, etc. Perhaps the loss of the bag is a sign that it's time for me to put the finishing touches on the self-reinvention project I began earlier this year. Why not? And so... VVV2.0: insert cheezy comic-book 'new beginning' line here.

I'd like to thank everyone who tried to help out with Mission: Get Back the Sack magickally, though. Don't consider this a failure: consider it as one of those instances where you try to do something against the flow of magick, as it were. I'm sure your mojo'll help with my rebranding...

13:27 / 04.09.02

That is so cool Velvet!

I am glad this is not all a loss.

Congrats on your new career and wonderful transformations!

~MT

15:19 / 13.09.02

Just a quick note re. the sack-loss. The 're-absorb servitor' ritual has definitely taken effect. Last week, while I was doing a few simple chakra exercises, I felt an absoloutely hugemoungous serge of energy, much more than I normally feel doing that kind of thing. The past week has been pretty strange: I'm getting up at 6:41 for my teaching course and barely feeling tired (this, btw, from a very definite night person), and I feel much more sensitive to the 'dance of endorphins' when I'm down at the gym: I often feel more energetic, but lately I've been feeling positively high during workouts. Marvellous stuff.

I've also been wearing some serious suits in the past week, to project the requisite air of authority in my new educational role, and I'm starting to seriously like it. So my new self has a new costume, at least - even if it is strongly reminiscent of KM during Invisibles V3...