Absurdly, I do not journal every day.
As a writer, and a lover f words, I understand that my mind processes things best when I can write through them. Yet despite my incredible advances in personal growth through study of the esoteric arts, I shirk this one necessary practice.
Why?
I suppose I do not attribute the time spent journaling as productive. I could be working, or researching, but more likely I am surfing facebook or pawing through my email for the eighteenth time that day. Before wasting time on any of these little trivialities, I must ensure that I have had the time to download my thoughts through my fingers by logging into this private blog and journaling.
I have the ritual at my hand for subjects; draw a card, out of my new Giant Rider-Waite deck, and contemplate it on my life. There is plenty to discuss on this once a day and can be done in ten minutes.
A new commitment, then. As I must learn a new deck, and move into a lost habit, I will journal on a card once every morning.
I am satisfied with the meditation portion of my morning routine; I now have a series of rituals to go through, and now that I have included the Middle Pillar in the lineup I feel more cogent. Daily practice of this ritual, while necessary for Golden Dawn proper, is not recommended by the Modern Mystery School. I find it inappropriate to banish this personal invocation of power from daily use, especially when it is essential to the work and craft of magicians from such a closely related order. On a tangent, I have stopped doing the 7-directional pentagram every day, since it banishes forces in my sanctum that I don’t wish continually cleansed. The daily cleansing of sage, yes; in nomini padre, yes; but this pentagram cleans the space in a way that leaves it stale, and I need a magical batina in my personal sanctum.
I have a project stirring around for a more comprehensive website, based on magickal arts and study; a resource, full of pages of SEO optimized content, with lots of hits and affiliate programs and advertisers on all of the pages. Maintenance of this site would be an easy job to maintain while living in the tropics.
Now that I am in the element of Air (my first time through Amanda Jones’ elements series), possibilities are openeing on all quarters. My wife has fallen in love with the idea of Costa Rica, and for more reasons than I can list, this is the right move for our entire family. Now, I must manifest it.
Now, I must describe the life I wish to live. The man I wish to be.
I visualize the future, fluently.
We live in a villa just minutes from the ocean. I run down to the sand every morning, performing my rituals in a secluded little space I have laid claim to. I swim in the ocean to start my day. I come home and eat fruit and coconuts with my family, and we laugh and play in the sunshine.
I get to work when I feel like it, and I love my work. I spend a few hours on the computer, being creative and communicating with my contacts back in the states. Skype is essential to my livelihood. After a few hours of tinkering with my websites and delegating tasks to my team, I take siesta with my family. We laze in hammocks and talk about the world, numbers, myths, and history. We speak in three different languages in the house. We have a grand time together, and we all enjoy our fun.
Then my wife and I leave for a date, and we stroll through San Jose, enjoying our new community and culture. We are seen as the exotic, magical couple, and peopla are in awe of us. I like it that way.
I live a life fuilled with ease and prosperity. I love my life. I love my life.