Magic Monday

[ecosophia]

Midnight is almost here, and so it's time to launch a new Magic Monday. Ask me anything about occultism, and with certain exceptions noted below, any question received by midnight Monday Eastern time will get an answer. Please note:  Any question or comment received after that point will not get an answer, and in fact will just be deleted.  If you're in a hurry, or suspect you may be the 341,928th person to ask a question, please check out the very rough version 1.2 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.  And further:  I've decided that questions about getting goodies from spirits are also permanently off topic here. The point of occultism is to develop your own capacities, not to try to bully or wheedle other beings into doing things for you. I've discussed this in a post on my blog.

The image? I field a lot of questions about my books these days, so I've decided to do little capsule summaries of them here, one per week.  This was my sixty-first published book and my third anthology of short pieces, including all my best essays from my post-Hermetic period (the Hermetic essays were released earlier in my 2019 book The City of Hermes). It's probably the best one-volume introduction to the whole range of my ideas and interests, for anyone who wants to risk plunging down that N-dimensional rabbit hole.  It also includes my most widely cited essay, "How Civilizations Fall: A Theory of Catabolic Collapse." On the off chance you're interested, copies can be purchased here if you're in the United States and here elsewhere.

Buy Me A Coffee

Ko-Fi

I've had several people ask about tipping me for answers here, and though I certainly don't require that I won't turn it down. You can use either of the links above to access my online tip jar; Buymeacoffee is good for small tips, Ko-Fi is better for larger ones. (I used to use PayPal but they developed an allergy to free speech, so I've developed an allergy to them.) If you're interested in political and economic astrology, or simply prefer to use a subscription service to support your favorite authors, you can find my Patreon page here and my SubscribeStar page here. 

 

I've also had quite a few people over the years ask me where they should buy my books, and here's the answer. Bookshop.org is an alternative online bookstore that supports local bookstores and authors, which a certain gargantuan corporation doesn't, and I have a shop there, which you can check out here. Please consider patronizing it if you'd like to purchase any of my books online.

And don't forget to look up your Pangalactic New Age Soul Signature at CosmicOom.com.

With that said, have at it!

***This Magic Monday is now closed, and no more comments will be put through. See you next week!***

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you so much for that principle! I was still missing one essential piece of it. For years now, I have exaggeratedly pantomimed my silver-spoon partner's affected posing and posturing, as though he were an expectant courtier at Versailles, complete with a befuddled expression of incomprehension that his contrived poses weren't having their desired impact on the assembled audience, which more often than not was just me. Expecting kudos from Kool-Aid-drinking members of his own class was one thing, but performing that stylized Kabuki crap at me — what on earth was he thinking?

Somehow, I had never put it together that all of that affected posturing was not actually directed at any of the rest of us, but was instead directed at the issues, dilemmas, and burdens he was facing. His contrived performances were simply to placate all of the energetic parasites and imbalances his parents or friends or enemies had managed to lodge within him long ago. That shouldn't have been that hard for me to figure out, since my own pathetic posturing tends to rear its ugly head whenever I'm faced with my own unresolved parasites.

At last, it finally makes sense why all the globalists and deep-staters are so clueless about how revoltingly they come across to the rest of us. They don't actually notice us, and they're not performing for us as their primary audience, nor in fact are they performing for each other. They're simply posturing in front of all the myriad problems they carry around inside themselves, which any real-world dilemmas just tend to reactivate. They’re habitually reenacting a practiced set of ritualized poses and genuflections that have consistently failed to free them from their captors in any way. But hope springs infernal! Thus, they keep endlessly trotting out the same exaggerated postures no matter what real-world dilemma they happen to be facing.

That explains why Que Mala's shrieks of joy fell on deaf ears in the real world, while perfectly posturing at all the worries and parasites eating away inside her and members of her failed class. Thank the gods for healthy magical practice and making the changes within oneself that one would like to see out in the world. Without some kind of spiritual/magical practice to restore balance and clear away accumulated parasites, any one of us could easily crash and burn as messily as Que Mala. May our failed courtier class learn to heed the dire warning that Que Mala’s shrieking really ought to be able to teach them. Don’t bet on it, though!

On the bright side, my partner’s clearing away of internal imbalances has never before progressed so rapidly, and his contrived posturing has reached an all-time low. Most importantly, he can now laugh about it, rather than just falling into a state of grumpy denial. Often, he even succeeds in mimicking my own affectations back at me, leaving us both rolling on the floor laughing. I wonder if that might be the real kind of joy that Que Mala convinced herself she could somehow shriek into existence?

— Christophe

[ecosophia]

Thank you for this -- at once a useful commentary and a very, very funny one.