Do you remember reading something like this long ago?
Eye of newt,
Leg of Toad,
Blood of Bat,
Pinch of woad.
Three times left,
Three times point,
Have this desire,
And never say want.
This witchy ditty is typical of many coded spells written in days of old. These beguiling verses, boiled in mystical brews, require you to do some hunting. In the universe, the intensity of thoughts is doubly efficient when transformed into words. The thought (lightening bolt) is imprinted. Mind energy has changed into matter. You have made a definite move to claim whatever you created in your imagination. It is transfigured. This is the power of a spell. A fool can utter sentences and hurl them at the moon, but a fool cannot catch the meaning of what has been done. A thought was performed, and will seek its end. Nothing is muffled in the eternal space. To modern people, seemingly laughable spells could not possibly work. Sophistication snubs the ancient arts, ignoring the vastness of the mind, yet the forces of eternity are ever prompting and instructing us. The trail is laid. Never disregard the tiny, even unseen matters in life. You will find that detail is the basic ingredient of any potent infusion. One needs acute concentration, and a devotion to lift the Higher Self. The scrolls are closed to those who are skimming for amusement. Develop your five physical senses, feeling for what must be used. Stimulate them by slowing down every action, observing how life proceeds. Cultivate a garden of herbs and get into that soil everyday. Know that unborn seeds are rising, wiggling to enter the sunlight so they may produce life for you. Chop up wet, chilled parsley. Smell it, glide it over your face and throat. After a while, it will speak to you. Do the same with lavender. Soon, you begin to hear, inside and out of your being. Use water frequently in bathing and drink. It is necessary to the spark in your soul. Fondle every part of a rose. Dance on the grass when the morning star passes over. Taste the utterly fascinating midnight air. Thrill to starlight, capsules of energy. Can you bear the stillness? This is how we first walk our senses. Acquire your personal book for the writing of notes, and anything that might vanish before you record it. Special moments occur which you must hasten to jot down. Your book is yours alone. Keep it secure. Manifest your own grimoire, perhaps on handmade paper, embedding the whole with vibrations, which is to your advantage. Paste onto the pages little things that you pick up here and there that seem to call out for your attention sprigs of herbs, a poets flower, seeds, photographs. Whatever you feel is part of you. Look again and again. Keep an inkpot and pen for the journal. A wooden shaft on the pen that you can engrave and embellish will indicate to your mind that whenever you use it, you are within the magick circle of a ritual. This is the purpose of sacred instruments and garments. They separate you from the heavy, earthy aspect that our physical bodies need to exist. What we are doing is entering a spiritual dimension. This is where our soul longs to be for nourishment. It is the most natural place for our minds to be. Look to the well of wisdom. Who are you? What are you declaring? What would happen if you appeared as your true self? These are mighty questions, but you know them all. Enter the Higher Self which lives forever within the inner of the inner chambers. Forget not that the physical you might be interested in the price of bread, but your Higher Self craves knowledge. Full graphics version here |
