No Frills Magick – Finding Lost Items

In my last post, I spoke about the practical, no-frills way I approach magick. This week presented me with the opportunity to “practice what I preach.” My friend Jamie has an amazing job that affords her the opportunity to work remotely. She has taken full advantage of this by spending the last several months travelling to the Czech Republic and South Africa. Jamie was home for three months, but left to continue her adventures on Sunday.  Sadly, Jamie posted that her luggage, pretty much everything she owns in the world, was lost during her flight to Prague. Nothing a little magick can’t handle.

I asked Jamie to describe something that was in her suitcase and she mentioned her travel altar, a small box carved with the image of Nuit on the front. She posted a picture of it in our study group when we were discussing altar creation. I studied the picture until I could visualize the box easily.

I sat at my altar, lit a single black candle, and asked the Goddess to guide me on my journey. I visualized the box in my hands. I felt the smoothness of the wood, the rough edges of the etching, and the power of her ritual items pulsating through the wood like a heartbeat. Once I knew I had the visualization “solid,” I looked around me and saw that I was standing in an airport in a small office just a few feet away from a row of luggage carousels.

I allowed the visualization of the airport to fade away, but kept my mental grip on the box firm. I then visualized my friend Jamie. I saw her standing before me. The relief of getting her belongings back washing over here. I handed her the box and allowed the vision of her and the box to fade from my mind.

I brought my awareness back to my room. I grounded the excess energy into a piece of hematite, thanked the Goddess for her help, and extinguished the candle.

Yesterday, Jamie posted that her suitcase was found and would be delivered to her. Sure, it’s extremely plausible that this would have happened without magickal intervention, but I’d like to think I helped clear the path for it to happen.

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Magick is Seldom Spectacular Because It Seldom Needs to Be

This quote from Donald Tyson has been the tagline for my blog since I first started it several years ago. It perfectly summed up my view of magick. I repeated it this past week when talking to a friend about magick. My friend asked about my magickal technique and was surprised to see that it wasn’t as theatrical as he expected them to be.

To be fair, I’ve done my fair share of theatrical magick. Once, the coven I used to work with mixed sulfur with incense and pushed our fears into the mixture. When we “sacrificed our fears to the cauldron of the Goddess (a cauldron of hot charcoal)” the blast from the sulfur lit up the night. It was amazing! Another time, I littered my backyard hundreds of tea lights and bowls of dry ice for a full moon ritual. It was awful to clean up, but it created a magickal ritual space.

As I have gotten more comfortable with my practice, my reliance on the proverbial bells and whistles of magick has decreased. That doesn’t mean that I don’t use them, but most of my magick is based in simple breathing exercises and visualization.

This works for me specifically because the magick I use most often is for practical purposes. Since most of these things happen when I’m away from my altar, I have to rely on the most important magickal tool, my mind. When I need to avoid traffic, I imagine that everyone else on the road take an alternate path. When I’m having an issue with a coworker, I charge a packet of sugar with loving thoughts and add it to my coffee. When I need the weather to cooperate with my plans, I simply pray for it to change.

For more on how to use magick on the fly, you can check out Instant Magick by Christopher Penczak.

My Magical Saturday

Today was the best Saturday I have had in ages! It was absolutely perfect, magical even. I’m exhausted, but somehow refreshed at the same time. When I try to sum my day up, only one word comes to mind – glamourbomb.

A glamourbomb is a magickal act that is meant to enchant a place to help create a sense of magick and wonder for people who pass the “detonation point” of the bomb. To be fair, I don’t actually think that I encountered a glamourbomb, but I do think my day has been absolutely magickal and incredible.

This afternoon, I visited the Chadwick Arboretum today with two friends. Not only does the arboretum feature amazing plants and flowers, but it’s home to a beautiful labyrinth.

Walking the labyrinth was a great experience for me. As I began walking, I wanted to focus on myth of the Descent of the Goddess, but I was quickly distracted by little pieces of trash I was passing. A bottle cap here, a rubber band there, and tons of cigarette butts. I picked them up as I walked and was distracted the entire time. When I got to the center, I paused and realized the metaphor the Universe gifted to me. At so many points in my life I have cleaned up the messes of other people. I put their needs before my own. I let everyone else’s needs, opinions, and drama distract from what I needed at the time. Once I connected to this message, I closed my eyes, put the trash in my pocket, and simply finished the walk. When I exited from the labyrinth, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulder and that I had literally walked through a veil.

Each of us took time apart from the group to gather our thought and just enjoy nature. While walking around the arboretum, I found a beautiful tree that just seemed to beg me to meditate beneath it. When I took my friend Jamie to see the tree, we heard a noise. We looked up to find a deer about 20 feet away from us. The deer let us take a few pictures before it wandered off. It just felt like she sensed the connectedness we both had established during the walk.

After lunch, the three of us headed to a local pagan shop. I bought a few stones and went to look at the more expensive items in a case near the register. I have recently been in the market for a crystal ball after getting a crystal ball reading from Kelly-Ann Maddox. When I bent down to look at the selection, it felt like I was at the pound looking for a new puppy. There were beautiful crystal balls made of crystal clear quartz, blue-black onyx, bright purple amethyst, and shimmering citrine. They all seemed to beg to come home with me. That’s when I noticed a quartz crystal near the back. It was clear quartz, but was filled with faults and inclusions. The others seemed to sing to me, but this one dared me to buy her. She, yes she, seemed old, wise, and had no time for anyone’s shit. I loved this. When the clerk put her in my hand, I knew this crystal was mine. I can’t wait to learn more about this crystal ball and begin working with her. I’m sure I’ll post more on this topic as I progress.

After a short break, I met up with Jamie at our favorite craft cocktail bar. We shared stories as we drank our delicious drinks and shenanigans seemed to break out around us. First, a table of frat boys sat next to us and started a conversation with us. Although it was completely a random and not necessarily the most intellectual conversation, I have not laughed like this in months. Then, we noticed several people walk by in onesie pajamas. Apparently, there was a pajama-themed bar crawl going on. Again, completely random, but amazingly silly and a great ending to a wonderful evening.

Tonight was just what I needed. It made me remember how awesome my life is and made me remember just how magical the city of Columbus can be.