Picture this scene.
Me coming out of my office, I take a look inside my wallet and then find myself short in cash for my return trip home.
Luckily enough, I had enough money for the longest part of the trail, but still short of one more ride. I had not choice but to walk the rest of the goddam way…
I decided to try out something I haven’t tried before. It’s not that this is the first time I ever walked that kind of distance (it isn’t, I’ve walked farther under worse circumstances), I just wanted to add a bit more excitement to my self-destructively long walk. I sat down by a spot under the shade of trees, picked up my pen and a sheet of paper sigilized the heck out of my Statement of Intent, made a sigil, sigil-line and even a mantra to help activate it. Then I pulled out an old diary of mine where I had a poem written for such a purpose. In an impromptu ritual, I went ahead and visualized the LS and took some energy out of it, funneled the energy into the paper where I drawn the sigil and the mantra. Then, I folded the paper into a small triangle that would fit in the palm of my hand.
And I began to walk my way home, chanting the mantra as I go, lulling my poor, tired, dehydrated brain into Gnosis.
|Le Space Warp Telesmansen!|
What happened was I was eventually able to get home, but right near the end, I realized that I remembered only crossing two bridges when I can swear there was supposed to be three. When I went back to work the following day, there really was only two. Plus, some places got mixed up somehow, like the local hospital, was not supposed to be anywhere near the church there, but lo! It’s there for some reason! (Not to mention the fact I was seriously disoriented at specific points during the journey, though that one might be because of the hot sun beating down on my head.)
I shared this experience with the cool people at the Chaos Magick FB group, and one comment from the admin there said that “I hope you didn’t pop all those people in the houses near the third bridge out of existence, though. That would be uncool.” That thought got me thinking, did I simply compress reality into a shorter version of it, did I stretch reality to a critical point that it would result in it snapping back, causing irreversible location shifts, space compression, etc. Or this is just me slowly devolving into madness, my mentality, not my reality is being warped? What’s the difference? Are schizophrenics not living in hells they have created?
In any case, experience taught me that whatever you experience directly is the only truth that you could rely on. That puts a paramount importance on practical application. I love the occasional pontification or two on magical subjects, but it’s all meaningless if you don’t do it. It’s less fun too, so double whammy to armchair mages.
Anyways, I’ll post my space-warp sigil here the next time I get the chance. So long for now!
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The Black Squid
EDIT: Added Space Warp Talisman, finally! 04/19/2013