There is an axiom in the rooms of AA which goes like this:
“If you want what I got, you have to do what I do.”
So I’m reading the threads of this and other forums. I am seeing a lot of “you don’t have to’s”.
“You don’t have to do that. . . "
Or "you don’t actually need that. . . "
Funny. So these things the Mages (who wrote the grimoires) share aren’t necessary? Really? One can just sit on the couch and develop relationships with gods, spirits and the dead? No links, no tools, a thought will suffice? Hmmmmmm. I don’t think so. Nature just does not function like that. If it doesn’t rain, the crops don’t grow. Them’s the facts. Period.
I have studied intensively over the years. I have sat naked under the Full Moon in an open field in January doing a 15th century ritual as my entry into the Craft. I’ve buried many things at “my” crossroads. I have gone out in the middle of the night doing workings in the places of power. In the rain, cold and dark facing fear of all sorts I made my introduction and offerings to the “spirits of place”. Meeting the Gods, Spirits and even Death face to face where they live and act.
To get what the teacher, author or grimoire is offering, you have to do it. The doing is the teaching. The experience is the teaching. The DOING. The doing is the Craft. Otherwise, you are just an academic theorizing what might be or a dreamer. Dreaming of things to come, never actually doing anything more than thinking about the things. Personalizing a ritual for me means changing something minor to suit my taste or intent.
It isn’t easy, the doing. It takes effort. It’s difficult. It’s supposed to be, difficult. It takes commitment. It’s work. Hence why “rituals” and “spells” are called “works”. Make the commitment. Do the work, meet the Gods and spirits where they reside. Go. Go into the fields, forests and other places of Power where they can be found and experienced.
“If you want what I got, you have to do what I did.”
Oh, and I’m looking for the grimoire that has me summoning spirits and manifesting my every desire from the altar of my couch.