I think most of you know that there was a badass astrological opportunity last Thursday. It was my privilege to be able to take advantage of both the morning and afternoon openings.
As is my custom on Thursdays, I got up before dawn. Rather than go to the cafeteria, however, I made myself breakfast at home while readying my space. I cast my circle at the crack of dawn and the beginning of the Hour of Jupiter, and by the time I was done consecrating my space* and preparing a Jupiter incense of dandelion, clove, sage, and nutmeg, the election was upon me. Due to a shortage of resources, I printed a paper talisman across two sheets of paper. One side bore the Jupiter image provided by the generosity of Christopher Warnock, the other bore my Glyph of the Moon and a pair of glyphs representing my intention: bestowing myself with the Favor of Kings; in between, I scribed my birth and magical names on the reverse sides of the sheets, sprinkled the same herbs I used for incense and a drop of Abramelin oil, then glued the sheets together. I blessed the talisman with the Picatrix Jupiter invocation Mr. Warnock provided with the image, anointed the image deliberately with more Abramelin oil and inadvertently with wax from the candle I had dedicated to the purpose.
That done, I left the image and the burning candle on my altar as I dashed off to Yoga, a second breakfast, Ancient Greek class, and lunch. Those “mundane” tasks out of the way, I returned home for the second election.
Here in the Midwest, the afternoon election was infringed by some minor Lunar affliction that no one really got into and which I couldn’t identify on my astrological software. Good enough, Mr. Warnock said, but not as good as the morning timing. So I chose something much more targeted and immediate than the talisman construction: a direct appeal for aid in my meeting with the Registrar, which would come almost immediately after the election ended. I sigilized my desire using the Kamea of Jupter, performed another invocation and lit another candle, and went off to meet with the registrar.
To make an otherwise uninteresting story short: the registrar agreed to take all my transfer credits without further complaint, won the lottery for the weaving class (which “never happens” on your first try), begged for and received an extension on the ancient history paper (formerly) due tomorrow, and this afternoon’s meeting with the Financial Aid office took less than thirty seconds to sort out a paperwork issue. When I descended to my Inner Temple over the Dark Moon, the Favor of Kings glyphs were glowing on the walls.
So far it looks like the Jupiter rituals (including the previous sigils) have worked, and worked beautifully.
*Tuning it, more accurately. “Consecrating” implies that there was something unsacred about it before I got there, and I don’t truck with that fallen world theological bullshit. But that’s a series of posts for another day. In the meantime, see Phil Hine.