ENTRY #19
How to survive seeing your world shattered to pieces? That’s why I’m asking. Over the last three days I’ve done five rituals. I’m not really thinking about it. I did it fast, dedicating the least amount of time possible and calling it a day. I’m not lusting for results. I’m not doing anything. I’m not even impatient. I just AM.
That should be great, right? Well, it isn’t. I’ve the idea fixed in my mind: the more results I get, the harder will be to keep my understanding of the world unscathed. And at some point, I’ll have to deal with something that fills me with anxiety: what if I am wrong? What if I have always been wrong? What if all my fucking atheism was for nought? What if the damn afterlife does exist in some capacity? What if the so called spirits are not archetypes? That’s horrible.
I refuse, by all means, to bow or to kneel to anyone. God, demon, angel, spirit, king, president or general. This is kind of a cultural thing, I know, since I’m from a country that was invaded by four empires and survived a bloody dictatorship. But then, what?
I keep reading here the idea of not one afterlife, but many, and that sounds way better. Maybe find a desolated place for myself and construct something? Yeah… but that sounds like fiction to me. Shouldn’t be a problem, a year ago all about magic was fiction to me, and here I am, doing rituals, trying to doing divinations and casting spells and even having some results. How can I not believe in magic? I fear I will eventually say “How can I not believe entities exists as their own individuals?”. I keep thinking and thinking and thinking about entropy and the end of all things. And the more I read the more I hate myself for not understanding something, it seems, everyone else has already figured out.
I envy so much some of you, guys, who had talked with spirits from a young age. And I hate past-me for thinking people like you were a bunch of inferior morons not worthy of my time. Sorry, that’s what I thought. And I mean it: I am sorry. I don’t think I’m a better person now.
Anyway, that’s for an update on my identity crisis.
The things I want from my latest rituals:
-More power to my magick (time will tell).
-Some extra money to buy new clothes (not as shallow as it may seem, I really need to buy new things, I have a pair of shoes that will be a decade old any moment day now).
-Protection for my house (some guy entered the other day without my consent; I just invited him to my front yard, he followed me to the kitchen while I went to look for something).
-New working with Satanachia for the big one. She hasn’t really failed me. The more I think about it, the more it seems there wasn’t a path for the magic to work, so that has been taking into account for this new chapter. But I’m afraid I may be idealizing someone. And that’s never a good thing.
-And to make a neighbor less noisy. Which may be redundant, since I was just informed today they were being so loud since they have some people staying at their house and everything will be back to normal in a couple of days, top.
In other order of things, I toyed today with the bestseller project. Tried to take a few notes, but I couldn’t deal with myself (it happens sometimes) and ended up writing the first page. I don’t like it. I can do better, so I think I’ll just erase everything, or at least I will do some heavy re-writing.
And that’s enough occultism for a day.