Tuesday, May 11th
I’ve been meaning to buy an actual physical Bible, and thought about ordering one online, or worse, going to the bookstore and buying one. Instead, I came home this weekend just past with a “family heirloom” King James bible which my parents gave me. Seems like it was given by my great-grandparents to my dad’s parents, as a wedding or engagement gift, perhaps. The pages still bear all their worn gilt edges, but the glue holding the leather cover to its bindings has long since worn away. Still, a functional book.
On the first inside leaf, is an inscription,
"to [nickname] and [nickname], from Mum & Dad.
"I love the sacred Book of God,
"No other shall its place supply,
"It points me to the Lamb of God,
“and bids me from destruction fly.”
If I look up this rhyme, I find the hymn it seems to have been based on —
I love the sacred book of God,
no other can its place supply
it points me to the saints’ abode
and lifts my joyful thoughts on high.
Bless’d book! In thee my eyes discern
the image of my absent Lord:
from thine instructive page I learn
the joys his presence will afford.
But while I’m here, thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of his love:
I’ll read with faith’s discerning eye,
and thus partake of joys above.
…On the title page is also the rough rectangle I cut out of the book when I was sixteen or seventeen, so I could try using it to roll a joint. So, I suppose I’ve marked the family heirloom bible myself then, in my own way.
Free food again today. And a few days past, a blatant signal of movement from another goal I’ve been working towards. Other inner things, self-concept and such, have been doubling their returns.
I have been making offerings to Bune/Bimé over the past few weeks, and had a few fruitless attempts last week at making some witchy concoction for a spell jar, which I fucked up two nights running (burning the bottom of two saucepans ) before deciding fuck it, I don’t need to brew a tea, and just throwing most of my ingredients into a jar I’d already prepared with blood. Some of the other ingredients I’m leery of adding. I intend to seal the jar shut with wax, and yet I recognise it still probably needs to be aired out every so often, and adding those other ingredients would only increase how often that’s needed.
I used the Oraculum/Napoleon’s Book of Fate to look into my future (although, truly, I believe we cause our own futures. Which is why I’ve put the tarot decks aside for the time being, although certainly others’ readings for me have proven to be true…).
Question: Will I be successful in my future endeavours? (My long-term goals?)
Answer: “Interest will procure thee preferment to great trust”.
Sounds good to me.
I’m still kind of on hiatus, except for my Law of Consciousness workings and little experiments, and the occasional experimental pathworking here and there.
With my primary focus being on the Law, it was a bit odd to reconcile my continued dabbling with rituals and other workings. Despite that, I personally think the Law is the mechanism underlying all rituals and magical workings, so it’s no longer really a challenge or anything I grapple with. The Law is used for my overarching goal, and rituals are used for “smaller” things – things I want/expect/intend, but don’t wish to depart too far from my Law workings to focus on them.
Wednesday, May 12th
Today my boss called me into her office and told me I was getting a pay rise.
Let’s recall – I’ve been giving gifts and offerings to Bune here and there for a few weeks, no formal calling on her. Just leaving her oranges and sparkling wine, lighting a green candle and incense.
Last night I burned a green candle over the jar to seal it. After it had burned for a while I got impatient with its lack of seal so I tilted the jar and held the soft wax to the flame to get an even seal.
It was very surprising when it dripped down one side of the jar and turned completely black:
Didn’t know quite what to make of this. The candle I burned over the jar is a very pale green. You can see below, on the left, the translucent green on one side, and on the other, uniform black wax. I haven’t seen anything like this before.
For this spell jar, I didn’t do much. I adjusted my thoughts about money, and simply reminded myself I am abundant, a conduit for wealth, have more money than I can spend, and am never left wanting. I didn’t meditate over the jar, or really focus on channeling intent into it, I just threw it together and decided this object was the focal point of my general intent… does that make sense?
The spell jar contents:
- Menstrual blood (my menses still coinciding with the new moon), as a symbol of rebirth and clearing out the old to make way for the new;
- Water, for the flowing and ever-changing nature of wealth, for its capacity to shape itself to any given vessel,
- Cinnamon, for appeal and attraction,
- Cannabis, for the feeling of dual circuitry, and to make distinct the mind-body connection,
- Mullein, as a carrier,
- Mugwort, for dreamlike ease,
- Skullcap, for effortless relaxation,
- Coffee, for quickening the working.
I thought about adding sparkling wine and the juice of a fresh orange but I didn’t want to have it ferment and therefore require regular airing out of the jar.
So, thank you Bimé, and may our future endeavours be as speedy and successful.