The sigil embedded in our logo above was created through CamRev’s Trinary Web-App.
In the West, it’s pretty stereotypical for school age kids to be assigned the dreaded “What I did on my summer vacation” task upon their return in the autumn. Since we collectively took a break from the blog, we thought this would be an interesting way to let everyone know what we’ve been up to. The twist…? Well, it’s occult oriented, duh 😎
This summer I’ve been working with local wildlife, observing them and befriending some whilst pondering the nature of familiars and animals in the craft. My garden became a haven especially during the UK heatwave. My neighbors even commented on how animals seem to naturally gravitate towards my garden.
I had a beautiful encounter with a young deer (though this was in the woods). I’ve had several visits from a peacock. I have a pair of robins that come by each night to sing their evening chorus near me.
A magpie I befriended last year now knocks on my window if it’s raining on my laundry and sometimes brings me shiny objects in exchange for mealworms. The latest items include a 5p coin and a small piece of anthracite, a bunch of very productive relationships so far.
I’m not much of a traveller. I mainly can’t be arsed. Occasionally I will make the trek to Blackpool to gob at the gulls, but I consider that more of a pilgrimage than a vacation. Sometimes, though, you just need to get away from it all, so the other day I packed some sandwiches and a salacious paperback and wriggled off on holiday underneath my bed.
It was the holiday of a lifetime – no sun, so sand and no sea, although after one too many pina coladas I had an uncomfortable encounter with an imaginary cocktail waiter and before I knew it, I was up the duff. After a brief gestation period, during which I almost did a wordsearch in chat, my jaw sagged and my guts rose and I hawked up an infant all over the clues.
We regarded each other with some suspicion and then he slid down the mag in a log-flume of afterbirth and swaggered off downstairs with my fags under his arm. And that’s how I met my familiar, Baby Mumps, and how he came to live in the cupboard under my kitchen sink, with his bumfluff ‘tache and a flick-knife down his nappy and a stash of Razzles behind the bleach. He said he’ll give me anything, if I’ll only give him love and suck. And because I am a mother now, I said “We’ll see”.
I’ve been working hard on the next update to https://www.chaostarot.com/app/ Besides new features, it’s going to be an overall upgrade to layout and navigation. I’m almost done.
Chaos Tarot – Trinary: The Magick Web-App
For sigils, tarot, runes, i ching, rituals, gematria, pathworking, and dreamachine.
In addition to the standard esoteric functions that Trinary Web-App has become well known for, the upcoming updates will allow the user to subvert some seemingly mundane things for magical purposes (playing cards, dice, coin flips, keyboard sigils, and a magic 8 ball among others).
Users can also expect some general improvements in relation to layout and navigation along with the option for dark/light modes, a dyslexia accessibility font and different URLs based upon the particular function.
Before we talk about the start of the occult summer vacation, may I begin with: Huh? What summer?! In this corner of the world, “summer” starts with the seasonal monsoon (and with it seasonal depression) double distilling my non-magickal laundry. Downpours notwithstanding, I spent it having long side-splitting chats on The Occult Living Room Discord server, finally discovering real connections with some delightful people. Suck it, time difference!
By the sheer power of friendship, magickal thoughts now no longer bounce off the walls of my cranium, instead they gently suggest, advise, counsel me while my meatsuit sleeps, and I’ve woken up with objectively brilliant (to me, because here I’m all that matters) little practices and rituals.
On its muggy breeze, southeast Asian summer also wafted in a newfound appreciation for local customs which had sadly made their way into my blind spot over the years. Next year, Imma gonna take non-shitty photos during Hungry Ghost festival (for you, VT!).
And that was my occult summer vacation, now excuse me I need to take in my laundry.
I dedicated myself to creating a five dimensional sigil. This, as I’m sure you’re quite aware, is an act that requires metaphysical prowess beyond that of the common man. The first step, naturally, is developing the ability to conceive exactly what the fifth dimension is and how to master it. Secondly… Hm. I’m rambling about things beyond your comprehension. Okay, long story short, I gazed into the space-time continuum in an effort to seek divine answers for questions that have plagued humanity since its inception. The answer, by the way, is that Mississippi pot roast in indeed an abomination.
What have I done on my occult summer vacation? A little bit of everything! Mostly I’ve been reading and chatting with others to enrich my occult knowledge, refining my practice as I go along, and working on a few small projects, namely:
– A follow up to my first (only) article.
– Reconstructing and upgrading an ancient psychomechanical weapon of mass destruction.
– Creating my own tarot with some extra cards.
– Battling chronic Duḥkha with the power of positive (string theory) vibrations across 11 dimensions and 30 aethers.
– Creating a new altar to better reflect my current understanding.
– Trying to name the Dao that cannot be named (I like Michael, but suggestions are welcomed).
– Refining my alphabet of desire.
– Dying in the MEST to clear your thetan (you’re welcome).
– Patching a 2.0 of my city of pyramids.
These holidays were amazing. I planned for two weeks of doing absolutely nothing at the beach and, as expected, I got bored on the third day. So I turned to magic in a way I had almost forgotten, free from the daily rush that comes with having a job and several pets, free from any expectations about progress or results, free almost from the personal factor introduced by my usual self. I turned to magic just to enjoy and to learn about it, which resulted in also learning about myself.
By the end of the vacation, I had managed to listen to the voices in the breeze, sing to the pebbles at the beach and dance with the waves at sea. The sun was jealous so I let him play on my skin (always use protection, kids). I have rediscovered a world filled with magic beyond candles, prayers and offerings, and I have found myself to be a part of it. So I came back home feeling more complete and better understanding my own path, with the addition of a new member to my (magical) family!
So laugh if you want, but my one goal over the summer was to give up this nasty little addiction known as doomscrolling. I came to the conclusion that mindlessly consuming social media is basically the polar opposite of meditation. Um, I don’t have the precise stats on that one – however I felt it was convincing enough to warrant me putting the blog on hiatus and requiring everyone to take a mandatory (paid, obviously) vacation.
In addition to my attempt at non-doomscrolling I also worked out of The Book of the Hidden Name [M. Avery] which is an angel grimoire containing the Shem HaMephorash. I did several operations over the summer with the most notable one leading me to permanently adopt a vegetarian diet as a
side effect benefit.
Here in southern Finland, the summers can have up to 20 hours of sunlight so the onset of the autumn comes as a bit of a relief. Lately, I’ve really grown to appreciate “night” – to cherish the night thoroughly as a way of… Well, that was going to lead somewhere but as I searched for a synonym, one thing led to another and I doomscrolled again – at least for a few minutes, damn it.
I really love the summers here, my yard turns into a beautiful sanctuary for many plants, animals, insects and of course, for my family. I’ve spent many mornings sitting with a dear friend, an old silver maple who I’ve bonded with since moving to the property. I’ve been spending a lot of time with the local spirits in general this summer… learning from them, bonding with them, and now I have begun incorporating them into my healing, post surgery.
I’ve also been exploring different creative aspects of my YouTube channel, trying to mold it into what I dream it to be… to push myself out of what feels safe, and to just allow myself to create without limitations. Summer has been a full season for me! But now, fall is creeping in, some of the leaves are already beginning to turn red and the nights are growing colder here… I will be sad to see the summer go, to harvest my plants and say goodbye to so many good friends.
This summer has been filled with magical moments. but I look forward to the smell of crackling fires, warm drinks and cozying up in the comfort of fall.
Rather fittingly my summer break has led me to spend more time outside than in, escaping the temple and finding those places of power that lurk out and about. This means finding the secret places that let the magic out. I have a regular walk that takes me over bridges, crossroads, and leads me by special trees that have either provided me with wands or that have been designated places to leave offerings. It also takes me past graveyards and into a local heath.
I’m learning where the spirits like to hide and where they want me to go to learn from them. My reading has all been about expanding my understanding of Goetia and also lots of Neoplatonism, ATRs/Kimbanda and the mystery cults. This has led to learning some metal work skills and some amateur blacksmithing. Linked to this and my return to the wild has been more research on stones and plants as part of my practice. As has been commented by several others, I’m turning all witchy in my old age! A useful development has been the use of spirits in those preparation tasks like collecting water or preparing plants.
As a result I have several projects that need completing and which I’m looking forward to writing about over the next few months: water containers, chopping boards, mirrors, rings, wands and knives. This will include lots of practical advice for those interested in contemporary cunning.
In light of the dark setting the tone of this year’s fall, I’ll mark the end of bright days with this little blurb. Summer is the time for outside adventures. It’s the movement of getting the heck out there to embrace others. The retirement of hiding inside ourselves and home.
I didn’t get the memo as I was too busy looking for my head. I made nice with my cold concrete space. Spent long cool damp days within the dwelling of me, myself and I.
It kept my attention to the rolling sound of my nagging head trying to escape the site of the sun. Cheers to the end of the summer that did not reach me and I welcome the dark days with open arms so I can find my head once more.