Update Approaching Winter Solstice

I set up the Studio at home yesterday.  We haven’t totally decided on that name yet.  Rachel was there, she sat mostly in silence, alternately snooping on padded paws and playing a wonderful counterharmony to my blurry productive positivity.  Sitting here now I realize it as a Magical Space, a convergence of powerful primordial forces at Play.  The Work Bench, the Stool, the Coffee Table, the Rocking Chair, the Bust, the Arm Chair, the Stereo, the Record Collection, the Lamps, the Bath, the Lantern, the TV, the Internet.

The room of my conception.  Interestingly, the Bed used to be just about where the Work Bench is now.  The Bath is the same room my Mom got sick in, twenty maybe thirty times a day, for most of the time she was pregnant with me.  The brass bust of my grandmother, an object far older than I, sits beside her Lamp and her husband’s Arm Chair, and a blown up slice of Gustav Klimt’s Poppy Fields.  Above the Rocking Chair is a print of John Atkinson Grimshaw’s Iris.

This is the room I first remember betraying my parents’ trust in.  This is the room where I first jumped on a Bed.  This is the room I first watched Akira in.  This is the room where I first heard King Crimson.  This is where I slept away from nightmares.

It’s dishonest to exclude that this is the room my Dad ran off in, the room where he floated away into a virtual world.  But this room has been cleansed, metamorphosed since then.  New paint, no carpet, cleaned up and cleaned out, new fixtures for the Bath and new blinds for the Windows, a new purpose and a new vibe.  We’re trying out a few new working titles; “The Studio,” “The Lounge,” and “The Workshop” are all in the running, thus far.

The Grimoire is moving along quite well, developing both structurally and organically.  Invocations and evocations have been moving along quite well, and soon perhaps we will have peer-edited results.  After an Invocation of Selênê, an Invocation of Gê and an Invocation of Ennoia, a concert of which I have dreamt for more than a decade is finally happening (and I have tickets!), my employment scenario is opening up, and after an invocation of Helios and an Invocation of Logismos, my more animal needs and desires started to align with real potential for Serious Gratification (read: ::lascivious grin::).

Not to mention the wonderful Tarot Project I’ve become involved in, right From the Horse’s Mouth.  The progress in R&D there is simply astounding, truly.  There is tumult stirred as well–drama, high emotions, high tides–in the rising dark.  But is it not that with every generation of Light there is also the resulting awareness of Darkness?  Can there really be one without the other?

I think we know better than that.

Pax et Lux,

11:2/V:.I:.T:.R:.I:.O:.L:./999

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