Magic Monday

[ecosophia]

It's just on midnight, so we can proceed with a new Magic Monday. Ask me anything about occultism and I'll do my best to answer it. With certain exceptions, any question received by midnight Monday Eastern time will get an answer. Please note:  Any question or comment received after then will not get an answer, and in fact will just be deleted. (I've been getting an increasing number of people trying to post after these are closed, so will have to draw a harder line than before.) If you're in a hurry, or suspect you may be the 143,916th person to ask a question, please check out the very rough version 1.0 of The Magic Monday FAQ here. Also: I will not be putting through or answering any more questions about practicing magic around children. I've answered those in simple declarative sentences in the FAQ. If you read the FAQ and don't think your question has been answered, read it again. If that doesn't help, consider remedial reading classes; yes, it really is as simple and straightforward as the FAQ says. 

The picture?  I'm working my way through photos of my lineage, focusing on the teachers whose work has influenced me and the teachers who influenced them in turn. Last week's honoree, Violet Firth Evans aka Dion Fortune, had the great advantage of coming of age when the British occult community was close to its apogee, and she had plenty of teachers. Some of them, such as Moina Mathers, have already appeared here; some of them, such as Maiya Tranchell Hayes, apparently didn't leave any photographs behind -- but there are several others, and this is one of them: Frederick Bligh Bond, who was the official church archeologist at the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey between the two world wars, and discovered a whole series of lost features by digs that just happened to go to the right place. Then it turned out that there was no "just happened" about it; he was using spiritualistic methods to talk to the spirits of long-dead monks, who told him where to dig. The church threw a fit and dismissed him, but he went on to publish several volumes about his experiences, at least one of which can be downloaded for free (here). Dion Fortune studied with him for a while and also did trance work with him; her connection with Glastonbury continued to the end of her life, and in fact she's buried there.

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***This Magic Monday is now closed. See you next week!***

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

The cherry wood carved portion of your dream sounds like it was focused on your having been given the ability to comfort someone from afar in his desperation over an unfamiliar transition, which he no longer had any means to guide or steer. In practice, any sufficiently deep healing will end up feeling like a scary transition to an unfamiliar state, even though it's just a return to a forgotten level of health and balance.

Those uncarved planks that the attunement brought back into your awareness have reminded you what you were capable of when someone you cared about was in acute distress. Their being uncarved this time reminds me of a blank slate, waiting for you to carve out entirely new stories. Now that you've been reminded about your aptitude, what would you like to do with your natural gift for distance healing? Hospice is just one of the many varieties of compassionate healing you could focus your talents on.

I hope you will find it endlessly interesting as you begin discovering how the metaphor of the cherry planks, which your soul has so generously shared with your conscious mind, ends up unfolding. Will blank slates appear whenever your healing powers are called for? Will planks carved out with a story directing you to a person in need appear instead? Will you be able to call up the planks at will to watch your healings play out and assess when they are accomplished? What sort of profound healings will you be able to effect simply by following that 'off-camera' voice's prompts? So many undreamed-of questions yet to even be asked... let alone answered. Don't you just love the start of an unexpected new adventure?

- Christophe