What I should have said is that I don’t just make absinthe. I ritualize the making of it, so that when I will finally drink it, I will drink the gods.
As tonight the Dark Moon is approaching her conjunction with the Sun, also conjunct the fixed star Algol, I thought that it was a good time to ask for something.
Not many want to approach this star, Algol, as it has a habit of making heads disappear. In astrological cosmology Algol, Ras al Ghul, or the Demon Star, is the head of the Gorgon Medusa. Perseus decapitated her simply because she was a terrible monster, turning anyone who would gaze onto her into stone.
Of course, Medusa was not always the maiden with hair made of serpents, and angry with all men. She used to be a beautiful woman in the temple of Minerva, but when she gave birth to Chrysaor and Pegasus by Neptune, Minerva didn’t like it, hence turning her into a demon.
In astrological parlance, whenever Algol is conjunct anything, you can be sure to experience a loss of heads, more often literally than merely metaphorically. But there are instances when Algol conjunct the Sun will give victory over one’s enemies. We can all use that.
In my magical understanding, however, there is no terrible power, or a power that’s terrible enough to frighten us. Power is power. Neither good, nor bad.
The best is to get a sense of how we can be in the proximity of power without losing our heads between our legs.
So tonight I thought I’d make an offering to Algol in the form of making absinthe.
According to Agrippa, The Picatrix, and a few other old grimoirs, the herbs sacred to Algol are hellebore and mugwort, so I wasn’t so sure why I wanted to throw wormwood into it, as this herb is the main plant that goes into absinthe.
That’s the whole point of ritual. To get us to a place where we suddenly realize that we rather like our lives such as they are, and especially when they are not under dictations.
Let’s face it, how many would endorse any activities that are not consecrated by what the neighbor has to say? Most of the time we plod along, doing what there is to be done, and making sure we don’t fall too much into cultural disrepute.
So, while enjoying this life that makes me think of stars and fumes, luminaries and planets sharing house with the greatest celestial female force – not that the mortals get that, what with most still being frightened of what women might be up to, disrupting the neat social order and such – I got to divine with my cards, as usual.
I can never get tired of the perfection of the way the cards fall on the table.
I can never get enough of musing about just how much power there is in just sitting there and contemplating The Sun, The Popesse, and The Devil, presiding over my absinthe mix, and listening to my legs dancing wildly under the table, provoked by the tunes from Wardruna.
Algol found a sister in Algir, one of the rune stones, and I could tell that my mix got more and more exciting.
The Popess mediating between the two heads, Medusa’s heads before and after, as it were, knows what she knows. With her book on her lap, she gathers in it the brilliance from the Sun, and the Devil’s bidding.
Being flanked by light and dark forces is not too bad.
A very good evening indeed. It gave me the opportunity to lose my head in my jars, in the music, my own drumming, and the sacred smoke. The she-dog Goddess Frigg approved.
Happy New Moon to everyone.
Note on the cards: Carolus Zoya, ca. 1790, facsimile of the original deck in the collection of K. Frank Jensen, by kind permission.
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