Once a month, for the last three months, my Saturdays have looked much like this:
It doesn’t look like much, but that’s a lot of divination, prayer, and contemplation laid out on that floor. I began in the morning and spent hours into the afternoon talking through things with spirit. That is one of the things that I have hard time expressing with my discussions here about geomantic work; the signs are a vessel for spirit to speak, a vehicle into which their voice can enter, and that isn’t always the same thing as interpreting the signs according to prescribed meanings. The rules for the generation of these signs and their transmission along the lines all play a part in the message and form a piece with the interpretive work that follows.
I suspect that tells you more about my spiritual temperament and court than anything else. Still, so much of the work is finding what works with and for you.
The summary of that work looks something like:
The titles are spirit talk, so they serve to reveal and conceal; vessels again. I recall Blogos talking about decompressing spirit communication and sometimes fertile obscurities like this seem to be about the compression algorithm. You (I, at least) pull them in ritual, compact and dense, then let them unfold outside of it in your life. Some of the rules you can make out int he chart, but some of the rules have to do with the generation of signs on each level, occurrences which give special meaning to seemingly identical moments on the diagram.
This sort of experience makes me a little suspicious of baroque ritual practices; the simple, the humble also seems to be particularly good at compression and transmission. The more baroque and elaborate things get, the more likely it is that I will start wondering if I’m running into noise instead of signal, or if I’ve glitched the signal and instigated a bad loop. No hard and fast rules, though, just a sense to run with.
I have been talking about this and will be talking about this, but I wanted to show a little of the work, even if the pictures are a poor representation of the time and effort with which they intersect. It doesn’t often feel like that work is meant to be shared someplace like this, but this little bit here feels right.
Strange times we’re living in, no? Take and nourish care. Be well.