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The Magick of 50 Trips and Fire Today was a
beautiful day. Perhaps one of the most beautiful of the whole
year. It was wonderfully comfortable in shirt sleeves. Even
though I was up most of the night at the hospital, having been called in, I
managed to muster enough energy to spend most of the day outside, soaking up
nature's goodness and burning leaves in preparation for the Yule bonfire that
my family would celebrate at my house on the 22nd of Dec. Now there are
way too many leaves to think that I am going to burn them all, but I swept
the decks and raked the leaves away from the house. Cleared a safe
circle around the fire pit, dragged out the bottomless, metal garbage can and
began to burn. At first, with
the leaves in my yard being what seemed to be a foot deep in all directions,
I was apprehensive about burning, fearful of a spark igniting my whole yard
full of dried vegetation, so I kept a water hose handy. I made a few
trips cleaning up around the fire pit itself and realized quickly that I was
a novice at this sort of thing. Suddenly, to my
total fascination, I realized that I had more *connections* through who I was
than I realized. I had the power to call upon the elements and after
having spent the first part of the day ironing out my fireplace with the help
of a technician, I realized that this day belonged to Fire. With this
revelation, I called upon the element of Fire to be with me in my labors of
the day. I had been
drinking coffee laced with Mexican cocoa and tequila. Now before you
think I have totally gone daft or drunk, I do believe that sometimes, we need
something to put our *sensible minds* away so we can make room for the magick
that is about to befall us and befall me it did! With the
uttering of the blessing and thankfulness that comes from deep within the
soul, I looked up into the jeweled blue sky and gave my heart to the spirit
that had so blessed me and called upon the love of the element of Fire to
join me in my labors. What followed was nothing short of magick.
Suddenly, the
fire in my metal can burned with the efficiency of a furnace.
Instinctively, I knew how to love it and care for it. It became and
automatic response and over the coarse of more than 50 trips, I loaded
up leaves into a bin the size of a large laundry basket and carried it to the
fire. Beautiful white yellow smoke would bloom up before it then burst
into flame, consuming all the leaves to ash before I would stare in a
meditative glance, then return to loading up the bin once again. The
day was one of shear beauty and warmth. I was alone but felt totally
loved, blessed, and cherished. I felt one with Fire. In this
day, I felt as though I was given an amazing gift along my journey of leaning
to be. Peace and
wonder, Phoenix Rysing (Kat) |
Fire Magick
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The day was one of shear beauty and warmth. I was alone but felt
totally loved, blessed, and cherished. I felt one with Fire.
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Dispatches: Volume 1 No. 7 Yule/Alban Arthan/Mean Geimhridh/La
Ceimbroadh 2006 |
