March 8th, 2016
March 7th, 2016
A Weekend with guest presenters Vere and Lita Chappell at William Blake Lodge, Baltimore, Maryland.
July 6th, 2015
I recently got in touch with my uncle's ex-wife, my Aunt L. I figure she's still my aunt, even if they divorced years ago. She's the mother of two of my cousins. She's been dishing about her life, which has been handy for clarifying and correcting information on that side of the family tree.
Yesterday I learned that my maternal grandmother committed suicide. I always thought it was odd that she died the same day my grandfather died. She was 10 years younger than him. My mother told me they both died of cancer, which is apparently untrue.
Aunt L says: "He [my maternal grandfather] died of cancer, R [my maternal grandmother] called M [my cousin, who is 4 years older than me] to come over as he was at home and she was afraid he was dying. When M went in confirmed he was gone, and went to the other room to call the police and hospice who had been taking care of him she went into the bedroom and shot herself in the head. I'm in SJ, M is with your grandparents at their home in Marina and being handcuffed by the police due to the shooting. I called B [my uncle, her ex-husband](a huge rarity) finally got thru the wife and got him on the phone and explained the situation - he didn't want to go there as he wasn't talking to them. Finally agreed and went and explained the situation, as well as the hospice nurse showing up and saying yes Mrs. M always talked about suicide if he died before she did.... It was truly an ugly, ugly situation. They were both cremated and their ashes scattered down the Big Sur Coast where they used to go for a ride most evenings and listen to the opera which she loved. Hope you have heard some version of this before, if not hope you are not too shocked. Don't know if your Mom even knows about how this happened or if Bill ever told her."
This isn't as much of a shock as you might expect. That side of the family is filled with mental illness, secrets and lies. My grandmother gave birth to my uncle when she was 17 -- that was under age to marry in California, and I've never been able to find her marriage license in all my genealogical research. My mother thinks she must have lied about her age and/or name to marry.
Still. I'm not in shock as such -- it's more just trying to process. These are grandparents I never met. I know there was stuff wrong with them I know my mother grew to adulthood with all kinds of issues of her own, which she took out on me, my sister, my father, and others. When does mental illness in a family get fixed? I'm so glad that neither I nor my sister chose to have children. I suffer enough with biolar depression, and I wouldn't want to visit that on anyone else.
How terrible of my grandmother to visit that upon her grandson. How terribly, terribly selfish.
June 21st, 2015
We got a couple of odds and ends at Walgreen's -- where he was again super helpful, trying to help me calculate the least expensive dishwasher detergent. While that may sound advanced for a 6-year-old, he actually did pick out the least expensive sliced cheese at the grocery store before. He's really trying to help.
Then a quick stop at Dairy Queen, and errands were done.
We later learned that Will really loves tater tots with cheese on them. I can't argue with that. If I'd known that I would have bought 2 bags of frozen tots! It's hard to get him to eat sometimes, but these he had two servings.
May 25th, 2015
Dealing with a lot of pain and fatigue.
Thinking isn’t all bad. I mean, I get ideas.
I still want to pick apart the video for “A Different Story.” As I said to R, I feel kind of a kinship with Peter Schilling, perhaps because of bipolar disorder. He had to be committed briefly. I know that magicians swim where madmen drown and all that, but madness may sometimes be what happens when one understands too much too soon.
Can’t be too soon for me. I am already 50. I only have but so much time left on this planet. Admittedly I want to live to be at least 93, but wanting and doing are not the same thing.
Anyway, a friend once described K&C as getting a full download of all the world’s knowledge, all at once. Wouldn’t that make someone crazy, if that person wasn’t ready for that knowledge?
Do I think I will go crazy, as some say Fr. Achad did? Nah. Do I think I’m sane by “normal” standards? Probably not. On the other hand, my prescribing psychiatrist seems to think I’ve got a good head on my shoulders. Maybe I am swimming. The trouble is I need to move on to the deep end if I’m to get anything serious done.
So, for now.
- Journal dreams. I haven’t remembered dreams in forever. I need to do that. My dreams have always been amazingly useful. They give me premonitions and they are often better guides to what I need to do than almost anything else.
- Get back to some basic everyday practices that I’ve let fall by the wayside. It’s all very well to devote myself to my job and my health, but there are limits. I can’t just do those things. They matter to me, obviously, or I wouldn’t work on them. I just need to get back to the Work.
- Do I want to do the Abramelin working or something like it? I think so. I like my HGA. I’d like to get to know him better.
- I’d also like just to spend more time doing magick. I like magick.
- I might want to work more on goetia. I mean, I’ve only done a little, and I feel that with it comes the possibility of hubris. The power to command spirits is heady. But come on, everyone has that power. Using it without losing my head about it would be wise. I’m 90% sure that’s something I have to be able to do effectively to accomplish the Great Work.
- I want to be a better couponer. Not that we are penniless or anything, but the money I save on groceries is money I can spend on travel.
I friended my aunt (one of my mother's brother's many ex-wives) and cousin on Facebook. Of course my aunt immediately asked about my mother. I responded with contact information but was as noncommittal as I could be, because she doesn't need to know I've decided just not to communicate with my mother anymore if I can help it.
I’m sure I had other thoughts, but “Beautiful Creatures” was on TV and I wanted to watch it.
April 29th, 2015
Mal is sleeping at my feet. Freya is sleeping by G's chair. Tabasco is sleeping on his "orthopedic" cat bed. Sammy is sleeping on a pink pillow.
I'm sort of half watching film noir with the sound off. I love those cars.
I'm sick with what is either allergies or a virus. Sore throat, stuffy nose, misery. Took guaifenesin
Calls I need to make tomorrow
- Vet for Freya's distemper shot
- Larry & Sons
- Eye doctor for new glasses
For now, sleep!
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