Hiroshige: New Year’s Eve foxfires at the changing tree, Oji, 1857
This is actually the best thing I have ever seen. Love, love, love.
fantastical
May 26th
6:03 PM
6:03 PM
these are my first snails in over 10 years. I used to keep them as pets as a kid, but I had not stumbled across a full-sized garden snail since then. When I accidentally dislodged Henry (the top photo) from where ze was hibernating in between the steps and the stone wall I figured it was time to keep them again. Courtette was the second resident of the SNAIL MOTEL when we found zir yesterday along the path - ze was nearly stepped on before we noticed. Courtette is the only snail currently living in the MOTEL that has a shell lip, which supposedly indicates full maturity.
Mother of destruction, Kali.
so cuuute!
May 23rd
12:57 PM
12:57 PM
so I had this weird waking-dream thing last night
and it was about all these occultists all being high school students at the same school
Crowley was the king of hipsters and was always smoking cigarettes in the halls and making out with just about everybody to piss the teachers off.
Gardner was a really nerdy dude who had a bunch of really nerdy followers and they were always sneaking out on the football field late at night and accidentally burning circles into it.
Cochrane was the way too intense guy who stole all the frogs from the science lab and spoke gibberish at anybody who tried to stop him from doing anything. No one was his friend but there was a group of middle school girls who secretly worshipped him. He also tried to fight Gardner every morning before class, but it never actually happened.
Anton LaVey was the really wimpy dude who got picked on incessantly through Freshman year, then came back from summer with a tattoo and a shaved head and a college-age girlfriend and a band.
Edgar Allen Poe was even there, even though he’s from the wrong time period. He dressed up as Edward from Twilight but didn’t tell anyone that’s what he was doing. He would just smear body glitter all over his giant head everyday and glare at everyone. The guidance counselor thought he was trying to make some kind of gay pride statement and kept encouraging him to start a Gay-Straight Alliance chapter, but Poe would just make a dramatic face and run away without saying anything.
Austin Osman Spare was king of the art department but the school wouldn’t let him display his art in any of the school art shows because there were just too many titties.
Would Anyone Recommend Crowley…
…to someone who isn’t into/doesn’t do ceremonial magic?
His work seems interesting to me from what I’ve heard of it, but I don’t really wanna spend (very limited) money on something I’m not going to get any/very much use out of.
Oh god no don’t go spending money on Uncle Al. You can find the majority of his most important works online (and lots of his least important work too) without any need to resort to piracy. I’ll find some sites tomorrow if a Google search doesn’t produce anything for you. Honestly though, if you’re already to a point where you make up your own practices and techniques and frameworks for magic there’s probably very little for you in his writings, unless you happen to respond to some of his poetic imagery.
Yiss.
Honey Rock Dawn: Why I'm Not Vegan.
Going back to the original question, how can I invest so much care in a orphan calf, or keep a hypothermic calf in my house, when I know it’s going to die anyway? Because I love each calf. Because I have so much respect for these animals and am so grateful for them. I will live in service to them because I know they will die in service to me. And in the meantime, I want their lives to be filled with respect and freedom and peace.
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It is from this ethos that springs my real, deep, dislike and anger toward people who treat The Art and The Craft as though it’s Dungeons and Dragons 2nd edition. The struggle to grasp even a single thread in the tapestry of the spirit world is a serious one, and the effort devoted to it is very real. Discarding that, or pretending toward it strikes me as anathema (like burning books, painting an antique table with high-gloss latex house paint, or inviting yourself to a bite of my dinner).
To approach my niche in the world is like approaching a foreign kingdom. One travels through the villages of the smallfolk first - and one would do best to treat them as kings in their own land. And eventually, one meets the various regents and nobility. And perhaps, by that point, one has truly earned the right to be among them - to entreat or speak with them. And hopefully has learned to behave in a way that does not lead to beheading or imprisonment.
Because it’s best to remember that even the most noble, altruistic, and righteous king has in his retinue some fellow or other that is hot tempered, slow to forgive, and carries a large, sharp, axe.
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