Crisis Magic Part II: Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.

These notes are from Convocation a few years ago.  Enjoy.  This outlines some of the broad brush strategies for surviving a crisis using magical operations and what skillsets you should have if the there is a catastrophic absence of  order or a catastrophic increase in order.  Some of our more lighter brethren may be offended.

This was the pdf notes for a no-holds barred and honest discussion about what you need to do in those situations.  Honest, and from my experience.  Its a rough Draft of a presentation.

Given how many of us are feeling, this seems app as hell.



PDF Summary of the presentation.
http://andriehvitimus.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Crisis-Magic.pdf


PDF of what skillbuilding to use, and how to use Hands On Chaos magic.

http://andriehvitimus.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Crisis-Magic-Handout.pdf

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Cleansing and Clearing Meditation (Video)

Meditation for the new year ( testing out webinar software), but this is still a powerful #meditation to cleanse, heal, and clear the pain of the last year and absorb the lessons.

We talk a little about clearing and lessons and dive into the meditation around 18:00.  This includes a fair amount of chakra work, and the meditation is very powerful.  It should work even now in March to bring the good to the rest of 2016.  In reality, I will probably move this blog over to primarily video blog ( with links) outside of the tales of magic.

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Stories of Magic: It wasn't THAT long of trip

"It wasn't THAT long of trip."

No. A short jaunt and I was trying to go small on the spellwork. Not that my intention that makes a difference at times. I brought my coffee and candles to the ancestors and Pierogi. Some of the ancestors love Pierogi, love it.

I walked up to the altar purposefully. I can always feel their presence, just outside of where my mind can reach even in the waking day. Maybe, it was the frankincense pouring into the air from the resin filling the sea of the empty space. Maybe, it was the candles flickering wildly in the still air despite the lights being on. Maybe it was the right alignment of the planets. I walked up to that altar purposefully, and I asked for help to deal with an annoyance.  I can pay my rent, everyone is fine, school is ok... the family is doing well.  Just sometimes, the annoyances get under your skin.

There is a guttural vibe that washes over you when spirits wish to communicate. It is hard to describe, maybe it starts with a rumbling in the stomach or a whisper in the ears. Oh they knew what I was asking, but you could almost feel them smirk for a long delayed second. Looking in the mirror, and feeling the love, there was no malevolence towards me. Everyone thinks the ancestors are oh so serious, but I know how many of mine would secretly put together charms in the 1950’s when they first got here. In the old country, Ukraine, people would come to them. Monsters and Saints. Nobles and Kings, walking the stretches in the deep Carpathian mountains.

In that flash, I reached out to the stick I offered to one of the older ancestors. I have not had time to wood burn it yet, nor get the natural wool cloth to decorate it, but I got the stick. He watches me day in and day out in my perm haze of sleep deprivation, studying, magic and work. This time when I picked up that stick, my body shook.

For a second, things went black. The energy surged and singed around me. Mists forming out of the darkness. Ancestor after ancestor joining in. Like riding on sea of cracking gold, a chaotic symphony of colors destroying, creating as the threads of life itself start to sound and change their notes for my benefit. We kept going. We were doing, we were one. At the end, my ancestor reached up and patted my on the shoulder. He was still smirking. This smirk was I just taught you something smirk. The precursor to those aha moments that come on the path. The scene faded, and I was back at the altar. I did not know how much time had passed.

Shaken, as if I touched a live wire, I knew something was done. I did not have hours to sit at a wall, processing. Now a days, that is how the magic works, get it down, ground fast and get back to what needs doing. I called a friend. I gave them no information just asked for a reading to do some confirmation work on what the impact was. I didn’t even tell the friend I had done work.

He stopped halfway in and said “Wait, the spirits said you walked up and asked, you already know the impact.” Just like that. He was right, I most certainly did.

----- Andrieh's Stories of Magic that is his life.

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Refocusing the Blog.

So its been no secret that I have not been blogging like I should.  Between grad school and the shapeshifting course, all my time has been eaten up.

Plus that, I like interacting with my readers but I dislike the he-said-she-said-he-said blog wars about some minutia point or about various culture wars or even just trying to steal the thunder for publicity.  It just isn't me.  I know this is a way to get "noticed", but really they get personal and I am wholly uninterested in conflict with any other authors.  It's not worth my time and I do not really see it as "discussion".  I will get over that and "discuss things" next year.

But I have found a few areas, that I really want to explore and will move that way.

First, weird shit always happens in ritual to me.  Its so common place that I honestly have to take a step back.  So much so, that I have had to step back and write fiction about it.  The first attempt at that was with the Good Luck Bath.  Normally, I won't be selling anything with the fiction.  Most people do not realize, I was a writer first, and then fell into being a magician.  Getting acceptable at magic well ate so much of my time.

Now I need those tools to get out of the normalization of the weird shit.  I know "weird shit is happening" is never a problem, but it is a problem when it causes the mystery of of it all to get well.. dull.  I have been really busy, and the weirdness makes things dull.  Fictionalizing it, is a way to see it from a voice of wonder.   A place of wildness, and weirdness.

The words matter and the magic in the words I am returning to.  I saw I lost 3 subscribers, so I hope the rest of you will like those stories.   I will be doing a lot more of those stories.  Even if I am selling something, I guarantee there are real lessons embedded in the "fiction".  Real lessons for those who know to look.

Secondly, I will be doing more combining magic and cooking, cooking being a hobby of mine.   I plan to post various recipes and ritual pictures ( that means FOOD PORN), as well as the intensions I used with the ritual embedding.  Mostly, that will be just cooking with real focus and intention.   BUT I am going to go get a "ritual Apron to take on a magical persona", while I am cooking.  Mostly for everyone's amusement, especially my own.

Third, I will continue to post technique based posts, but if I see a topic goes beyond 5000 words over a coupe posts, I will bind this up in an ebook, so those posts my disappear.

Fourth,   While I have a proof of concept with the Sleepy Time Meditations and Physical Exercise based magic, I am going to go back to these for fun.

Fifth, maybe a few general posts.

I do not know if I can keep up with a weekly schedule, but I will try to get one out every two weeks.   Know that I appreciate you my fans, and look forward to connecting in the new year!!!

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The Good Luck Bath

The slow creeping shadows of dusk and then quickly night enveloped me.  Only the silvery moonlight bouncing off the chilling droplets of mist guide your footprints.  I need to get the water from the stream.  

Usually, the stream is only a couple inches deep.  Over the last week, the deluge of rain, soaked the area.  The stream was high.   Normally, you could see the areas to skip across it.   So many prayers uttered at the stream.  Today, the river carved into the landscape 4 feet cliffs created me in the moonlight.   I can’t see where the stream ends and there are some deep pockets.

I connected deeply.  The familiar whispers the leap from the stream whisper ecstasy and sorrow.  My body always shakes and the cold cuts to the bone.  Sometimes the mist envelops you.  These spirits are my friends, but they have tricked me before.  Today, the snow falls gently.  Today I do not know how deep the stream is and the moon’s silver rays bounce hither to and from tricking my eyes.

The spirits know.  My knees hurt from the cold.  I am scared a little with the stream so overflooded. They can feel it, but this is their stream.  TheY grasp me whispering.  Draw the water right here.   The ground is solid, my knees still not.  I lay on the ground holding my heavy wrought iron pot to collect the water.   I pay the spirits for the blessed water, I can feel their smile through me, with me almost.  They miss me, and graduate school takes so much of my time.
I walk back to our basecamp.  It is getting colder now.  I need to make a fire.  I have a student with me.  We try to cheat and dose the logs with rubbing alcohol.  Of course, even with tinder, they don’t light.  We can both feel the laughter around us.  The tangible unmistakable presence all around us  watching and meddling for their amusement.   Their shadowy fingers move in and between us.  At least we won't have to call them forward.

We start over.  This time we do it right.  1 lonely match.  Tinder.  Dry leaves.  

A blessed fire is an unusual thing.  You can’t just order it or really demand.  You have to entice it and it is very much alive.  These are things of spirits.   A temporary imbuing of life and spirit from the essence of fire.  We are making magic here, the bath needs to grow in the living fire.  We coax, we connect, we pray.   Piece by piece the fire builds and its spirit grows.  We build it to be a great fire.  The flames and the warmth reaches out kissing and caressing us, lovingly.  The fire is born.

Still, we have most of the ingredients from the forest.  Some from the store, we have prayed over for seemingly hours re-enlivening them..  We know this will work.   One ingredient remains.  Pine.  

I know this forest and on one of the many hills, way in the distance, a tree hums.  This tree is larger than the rest.  It hums gleefully and willingly, shining almost as if the moonlight itself dusted the tree with stardust for the great beyond.  We know this is the tree.  This is tree needed to change luck.  6 of the baths are accounted for, but not the 7th.  This bath, well maybe it is yours.  I have to go alone.  

I walk up to the tree, shadows dance whisfully around me.  I have been in this place before even though I have never talked to this tree.  The essence of welcome drags me deeper.  Talking to spirits for me is never straightforward, it is never linear.  The spirit of this tree is older than I am. Always the pools of memory, reflect and tear.  Flashes, insights, deeper outside the waking world.  I am in the dreamland and this spirit is here.

This tree is right.  It is the tree today that will change the bad luck to good luck.   I fall to a knee.  The tree has to work on me too.  Weaving in and out of me like strands outside of time echoing when two spirits communicate.  Weaving the gold, and taking the lead.  For a moment, we are entwined.  I and the tree are one.  We are.  We give the needles for the bath, we break the bad luck, we bring the good.

The mists keep rising.  I shake off the moment.  I have what I need and there's still so much to do. The spirit of the fire still strongly beams.  It too is gathering strength.  More shadows dance and move.  The slow rhythm of the moonlight and the shadows speeds up.  We are in the rhythm.  We cannot back stop.  We are in the dance.   I put my blessed cast iron pot right into the living fire.  I pull out our rattles.  The chanting has started, we fast become lost in the sea of infinite.   The dreaming is here. 

The spirits are here. 

The ritual has begun.

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