My June article — “Life: A Magical Arte” — is up at Pagan Pages.
The title of my monthly column is Oak-corns & Apple-thorns, and it’s a reference to a two-part riddle I wrote which goes, “Which is the tree that bears the corn, and which the apple that wears the thorn?”
Do you know which two North American plants answer the riddle? Can you figure out how they might be somehow related?
This article is fascinating and informative. Just try to ignore the way the writer uses the words “magic” and “mysticism” interchangeably. These two things are not the same as I pointed out in a previous post.
Try not to let it annoy you when he clearly believes in the pop culture version of Rasputin. For the record, Rasputin didn’t cast spells or work magic (at least not consciously). As a religious mystic he used prayer and faith healing to keep alive young Alexei, the Tsarevich, when the doctors had no treatment options. Remember, Rasputin was loyal to the Tsar and his family during a time when the Tsar was very unpopular. Almost everything written about “the mad monk” was written by people who despised him.
For an positive look at Rasputin I highly recommend Rasputin: The Untold Story by Joseph Fuhrmann. Great book.
It’s amazing what you can get done with a candle, a scrap of paper, and a little ink.
So it was 7:00 am and I had a busy, stressful day ahead. I guess most folks would have an extra cup of coffee, make an ironclad To-Do list, and get on with the day.
But I’m not like most folks. I had the coffee, made the To-Do List to end all To-Do Lists, and then got out a candle, a scrap of paper, and my quill pen.
On the paper I wrote, “I will maintain focus on goals and objectives.” I then put the paper under the candle and took a seat on my prayer stool facing the candle (prayer stools are the best thing since screen doors — I made my own but you can buy one or improvise. While traveling I usually flip over the hotel ice bucket and use that. I’m not kidding). I then spent ten minutes looking at the candle and imagining that my desire for total focus was being sucked up by the candle and beamed out into the universe along with the candlelight.
I had a great day. Did the Universe hear my plea? Or did I just self-hypnotize myself into being totally focused on what I had to get done that day? Does it really matter as long as it works?
Well, I think it kind of does.
Partly because the Universe doesn’t give a crap if I live or die, fail or succeed, unless I do. But mainly because a Universe that hears me if I take initiative and approach Her respectfully is a much more pleasant place to live than a dead Universe that cannot hear.
I do this kind of stuff all the time. Try it — it’s fun and it works.