Magic in, Magick out

7/9/2021 reap what you sow

“What did it feel like to be smoking a cigarette on top of the rectory’s roof, at the tail end of a messy, vile relationship, entering into a transitional state, no solid ground? Perfect. As all things ‘past’ by the nature of their condition must be. Was I drunk? Most likely, the Beast was better at negotiating the untenable than I. Frequently, I saw unidentified objects hovering and defying physics from this vantage point”

Funny. When I try to slip into the Magick of Now, automatically past or future come up. Working on it!

Con/Jur/d, 7/9/2021