Twas the Night Before DoMagick

(Originally posted in Facebook group, but here for posterity)

Twas the Night Before Domagick,

and all across the net,

the magicians were readying,

to take up the bet.

30 days of the month, and 30 minutes each day,

meditations aplenty, right through the holidays,

Their research was plenty, their resolve wound up tight,

in hopes they could manage the goal in their sight,

when what to their pondering eyes did appear,

but a parody poem full of holiday cheer!

And though many were solemn, a few kept on reading,

to see if the poem had any deep meaning.

For the author had started, intent to reveal,

how they'd been meditating for days prior to establish a feel,

for when it would stop, and when it would start,

and all the inner characters playing a part.

The Fury! The Statue! The Angel! The Child! The Serpent! The Dancers! The Masks of Denial!

But as the words had traveled from finger to key,

a title appeared that had filled them with glee.

“Twas the Night Before Domagick!” Now that has a ring!

And perhaps would be wasted on a blog posting thing.

So instead, filled with madness, convinced of it's merits,

They dreamed up the rhymes, and worse, they would share it!

For the holiday rush that approached is not kind,

to those who were looking to quiet their mind.

For guests all arriving, for shopping not done,

for fourth quarter work firmly under the gun,

for inclement weather and seasonal blues,

for embarrassing questions of religious views,

will work against all our thought present acts,

sights, sounds, & smells, and tastes that distract.

In the face of this yuletide, of holiday fare,

How can we stay true to our 30 day dare?

So I imagine it all, all the foods, all the lights,

the songs, and the parties, the magical nights,

and the snow falling down, cold quiet and white,

and it bury it all in the silence of night.

Barren, plain, cold, and quiet.

May each of us quell the holiday riot.

No need left for toys from elves,

we'll find our gifts within ourselves.

Merry Do Magick 30 Day Challenge!

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If you're still tuned in, the impetus for this silly rhyme was wanting to elaborate on my meditation practice, specifically the third part, with inner worlds and spirits and such.

So, inner worlds. Essentially our minds, and maybe our souls and bodies, carry a universe within them. In my own experience, spirits within these inner worlds can be just as powerful and meaningful as any astral god or spirit. Often, these entities work like parts of ourselves. In particular, I've discovered certain one's at work within myself.

The Fury: A demonic rage beast type thing. Seems to shield me from things that would threaten me. Somewhat, a kind of armor. Found a whole lot of buried stuff in this guy, mostly forms of things that have made me afraid in the past.

The Angel: A secret self, the part of me that just wants to help and heal. Cheesy, but true. Afraid to be seen.

The Other Angel: Hyper dimensional, powerful, representative of what I could be versus who I am.

The Child: Playful weaver of dreams, they live in a sort of biological space where flesh weaves and forms into anything imagined.

Other Forms: I've been building a lot of alternate astral bodies and forms for my use in various works. Sometimes it's just me in a costume, but some of them seem to have distinct personalities I can contact and interact with.

Other Other Selves: These are kind of too numerous to count. The every day sort of selves we put on like masks. The Work Self. The Family Self. The Friend Self.

Past Life Selves: Not really gotten deeply into this, but not ruling it out at this stage.

Special Guest Stars: Sometimes spirits and gods visit, invited or not. Well, we'll see.

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