intimacies: dramatic lighting

day nine - devotion

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I light my green Spica candle and recite her prayer before reaching for my stack of journals. I open the one I read every day and start somewhere new. I remember opening my soft Winnie the Pooh journal for the first time. I was 11 and I was grading my day. A generous A+++. I remember locking it and thinking, I can’t believe it’s not against the rules, to write whatever I want to. I still feel that way.

This one has my manifesto, notes on the Gnostic God, and remediation for my Pluto transit. I wrote, “When coal becomes diamond, the change is structural, not decorative.” I stare into the flame, a talisman made using astrological magic by Sphere and Sundry. Spica is a fixed star associated with the successful cultivation of one’s gifts. It’s conjunct my Venus. I think, thank God you gifted yourself eroticism. Enjoying change changed my life.

I flip a few pages and read, “A mythmaker’s emotions have dramatic lighting.” I think Spica makes it beautiful. I pick up my Honeycomb Astrological Almanac. It’s time to cast electional charts for projects, choosing the quality of time they most desire to enter the world. Every moment is alive but I ask myself, to which god is my sculpture devoted? I flip to the end of the month and look at every day, searching for the moment I believe it belongs to. I always feel relief after I’ve chosen an exact electional chart. Almost like time gifts you with ease for having prayed at its altar.

eros, always,
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I work privately with people seeking erotic transformation, desire, creativity and mythic depth. Mentoring and natal chart readings are available.