Last night, I entered the element of Fire.
In Amanda Jones’ Elements Series, we progress through each element for 2 weeks. Earth and Water sucked, Air felt more familiar than I expected, and now, I am in my true element: Fire.
This morning, I rose at 4:30 in the morning to drive down to Eugene for a job interview. I got a job offer yesterday for a lesser-quality job; cold calling in a cube for 8 hours a day. A good environment to invoke the element of Fire. I am optimistic about my career prospects with this assitance.
After sunrise, there was a mountain ridge to my left, and I pulled into a rest area. Crossing the freeway on foot, following a path to a fence, nimbly hopping over and walking across the dewy grass, I looked up to the mountains before me, and watched the sun rise over it.
The shafts of light to either side of the mountain heralded the growing light that was on its way. Their angles changed, and the skyline on the ridge began to glow bright white. The silhouette shifted above and below the ridgeline, so I would alternately see a line of white, then black, then white, that matched the rugged curves of the mountain, overlapping and shifting above it.
Then the first pinpoint of light came over, and I felt the touch of Fire.
It was not blazing hot, as I had expected; it was more like the invocation last night: gentle, steady, warm. The flame, not the spark.
It grew slowly, and my eyes were faced with something greater than I could comprehend. Literally. I squinted my eyes and watched through my watery eyelashes, and a long streak of white light came down from the sun to the base of the mountain. Although I knew it to be a refraction of my own eyes, I still smiled at the Sword as it manifested in my vision.
Then some amazing things happened with color. The white of the sun became enveloped by flashes of purple, and the pyrotechnic display reminded me of the ‘flashing colors’ I have read about but never employed. Except here, it was not two colors set side by side to create an intentional visual effect; this was the effect itself, happening within the majesty of nature.
As the sun rose to the top of the mountain ridge, the colors stabilized, white, blue, yellow and purple, crowning and cradling the newborn sun. I drank in this majesty for a while, then stepped into my day, accepting the bounteous gifts of nature as part of my birthright.
Technical notes: I cast a circle, performed the Calling Upon and the Qabalistic Cross. Rather than perform more rituals in the field, I opted instead to set the space and allow nature to interact with my magically-heightened senses.
It’s a big step for me to use magic, not as a force that I try and inflict upon reality, but instead as a container within which I can examine reality.