On the poetry of performing black magic on an excellent day, when the stars and the moon aligned just right.
When your significator is none of the usual suspects.
Yesterday I posted an image of my celebration of the New Moon on social media with this text: ‘Whatever inspiration you hatch, make sure it’s the inverse of what is expected.’ This made a student in my Marseille course class and Nonreading program ask: ‘What’s the deal with the New Moon and the setting of intention? IContinue reading “NEW MOON MAGIC”
SHOES SPELL ♠ The A, the E, the I, the O, the U Mirrors dissolving on my tongue, Eclipsing my breath. I AM . . . dot dot A pot of luck Next to my best shoes on my altar. Is it tonight I sink that boat Of my last judgment? ‘Not I’, said I,Continue reading “SHOES SPELL”
Truth has one fate only: It tends to die a horrible death.