October 6th, 2005

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Octembermas is here, and I am reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, and the upshot is that I wannnnt to go to Ennnnnngland.

(Everyone knows that England is where Christmas lives. Also, according to JS&MN, crotchety wizards. But after spending my college years dealing with loopy Wiccans, crotchety wizards are nothing.)

I also keep being reminded of a couple I knew in college. One of them had called up a demon in high school, and it followed him and the friends he called it with, creating random cold spots and feelings of dread and killing someone's pet bird. That experience gave him plenty of training in the magical arts, so by the time he got to college, he was the center of a sort of underground railroad for persecuted spirits, and his bedroom was sentient. He met a freshman who went to my school, and the spirits told them that they were fated to be--they were the Consorts. The Consorts promptly married and set off on their life's work of being leaders of the spirit world. They also took on a leadership position in the real world, and made hash of it. Just as they altered the magical world to their will, they expected the mortal world to alter to their will, and took it with bad grace when it didn't, and went down with almost as much trouble as they went up.

Next year they moved to Florida.

Temporal power is usually inversely related to magic. The more temporal power you have over a situation, the less magic you feel a need for. Most of the people I've seen who took to magic as a lifestyle confirm the theory; if they're pleasant to be around, they're ineffectual and passive, if they're not ineffectual and passive they're assholes, if they're not assholes they're insane. Having either hamstrung themselves or lost the only real source of power humans have--the ability to influence other people--they claim to have great magical power. Only one or two out of a hundred have impressive temporal power as well, and this pair belonged to that percentage. They were young, attractive, charismatic, intelligent, and, apart from the minor case of folie a deux, quite sane. It was a weird contrast to the other magical types I met that year. I've often wondered how they did--whether the magic complimented their native abilities, whether it got in the way, whether they finally gave it up altogether, whether there's a cult somewhere in Florida with their names on it.
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"Immanentization of the Eschaton" is my new favorite phrase. It's a reason to do rituals; a dickering point for esoteric types; and a sort of Hermetic "peace out." But what does it mean, really? ...Oh, don't look. These things are always so boring when you learn their English translations. Just enjoy it: Immanentization of the Eschaton.

Immanentization of the Eschaton.

Immanentization of the Eschaton.

-- For the Immanentization of the Eschaton,

Issendai
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Deep thoughts from the Godawful Fan Fiction Forum

Nerdanel, on gays being banned from the priesthood, wrote:
Look, the decision makes perfect sense. It isn't that hard to resist the attractions of women. However, seductive, well-muscled gay tempters in tight black leather that caresses their buttcheeks and... Um, it is clear that we heterosexual men find celibacy far easier and therefore make for better priests.
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David Bowie's Area surrounds us all

David Bowie's Area

"Once we had discovered that David Bowie's Area is all around us every moment of our lives and everywhere that we go, two primal urges filled us: To learn as much about David Bowie's Area and Its interactions with our known universe as we could, and: To share our profound and intimate knowledge of David Bowie's Area with as many new minds as possible."

My mind is expanded. I just read the Beginner's Guide to David Bowie's Area, and... it's true. It's all so, so true.