Magic Monday

[ecosophia]

It's getting toward 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. I'm currently tracing my Martinist lineage. Papus and Chaboseau, the honorees of the last two weeks, each got their Martinist lineage by a tangle of mostly forgotten figures, so we can jump straight back to one of the founders of the tradition, Louis-Claude de St. Martin. St. Martin was born in 1743 in an aristocratic family and became a student of the elusive master Martinez de Pasqually, learning the distinctive system of theurgic magic Pasqually taught. Later in life, after Pasqually's death, he focused more of his attention on Christian mysticism, studied Jacob Boehme's writings, and penned a series of influential mystical tracts under the pseudonym "The Unknown Philosopher."

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

Comments

Re: Baby teeth & Disposal questions

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks! In the latter case, the tree is now hundreds of miles away (I held onto the feather when we left, to make sure of a clean escape!)-- might it be good enough to inquire of a more local oak tree if it would take it?

Re: Baby teeth & Disposal questions

[ecosophia]

Yes, you can certainly ask another oak. They share the same group soul.

Re: Baby teeth & Disposal questions

[(Anonymous)]

I have noticed that they have similar personalities.

FWIW as a datapoint: since someone else downthread asked about energy vampires, that was what prompted the exchange with the oak tree. We were on an obligatory visit with faraway relatives, stuck in the house for a week, and as always happens when we visit there... we were all lethargic and kind of depressed. I don't have any special abilities when it comes to figuring these things out-- for all I know they just have poor ventilation and low oxygen in the house-- but I was desperate for some relief, and found that the further I was from the house, the better I felt. So I found a friendly oak to sit under each day and work on my homework (an extensive stack of liturgical music I needed to learn), and each day I'd ask Jesus and his Mother to bless the tree, and I'd thank the tree for its hospitality. Harmless little yellow bugs came and perched on the pages of my book while I worked-- the tree sheltered a thick blanket of moss and seemed to hold court with a whole mini ecosystem of tree sprouts, insects, lichens, and fungi in the tiny domain under its branches. I was careful not to step on the tree sprouts, and by way of thanks, I'd break up any dead branches into small, digestible pieces and leave them on the ground for the fungi. By about day 3 the situation indoors was intolerable-- no sleep, no energy, no will to do anything (until I forced myself outdoors). And for crazy synchronicity reasons, I have to back up a little-- I had been reading Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys, and finished it that morning. A major plot point in the story is a manky feather, gifted by a supernatural being, tucked into a hat, and used later to free someone from an enchantment. And for anybody who doesn't know, Anansi is a spider/god/trickster character in African folklore. So anyway, I got out there, made my usual petitions, moved out of the way of a very large brown spider (I was raised never to harm spiders-- we leave them alone, or relocate them when they move into a bad spot. Hippie parents and stuff), and then went and put my head against the trunk and sort of... I dunno. Listened to it mentally. Felt for its patterns (This is how I talk to trees-- but I lack words for what happens). Spent some time with it, then talked to it about the house situation, and asked if it could help. I opened my eyes and on the moss at the base of the tree was a raggedy, vivid blue jay feather I hadn't seen before. So I picked it up, thanked the tree, tucked it under my bandana, and wore it around for the rest of our stay. Three nights running, I still couldn't sleep... and then remembered, kicked myself, and put the bandana-with-feather back on and went right to sleep. Wore that rig around like a magic helmet until we left. It helped a lot.

No idea if any of that's useful to anybody else, but I highly recommend treating trees with respect, and trying to make friends. Always be polite ;)