When I came back to school in the fall of last year, I enchanted heavily for a few things. Some of those I doubled down on over the course of the semester. I mostly used sigils, though there were also a few planetary rituals, and a few projects that started over the course of the semester.
Sigils for Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
These results were mixed.
One sigil was specifically aimed at getting people to give me weed for free, and that worked splendidly: I was given some smoke to bring back to the temple with me from KC, and when that ran out I was able to make it through the rest of the semester on the generosity of friends when I visited their homes and on shake and roaches provided to me by my neighbors. Hell, I’ve still got some of that left. That sigil is DEFINITELY getting recharged.
Another sigil was targeted at convincing people to give me booze. This, too, worked like a champ: people brought booze to my house and abandoned it, they bought me drinks at bars (even when they didn’t know me), and I was even able to get a couple commissions for my homebrew operation. The effects even continued over winter break, with two different people handing me large quantities of honey to ferment. Another sigil for the permanent collection.l
Finally, and this may be part of the problem, I had several sigils aimed at getting laid. I took several different tactics: my sexual needs are met, people feel comfortable approaching me for sex, I have generous and intelligent lovers … all to no avail. The only people to grace my sheets last semester were my partners Aradia and Sannafrid. Unfortunately, they were each only there for a week at a time (not the same week; my life isn’t quite that awesome) out of the eighteen week semester. I was getting a little desperate by the end, and as things stand I have no new prospects for this coming semester. (Anyone reading this blog is, of course, welcome to volunteer.)
Sigils for Health and Happiness
Again, results were mixed. I specifically enchanted that I be “sound of body and mind”. Perhaps that wasn’t clear enough. I also enchanted for the solidification of old friendships and the establishment of new.
Physically, I was healthy for most of the semester. I was laid up with a fever for a couple days, once, but it wasn’t that bad. What really fucked with me, though, was the bouts of insomnia.
Mentally, things were much worse. Maybe it was the Chaos Magic. Maybe it was the absence of friends on campus. Maybe it was Saturn in Scorpio, combined with the psychic backlash of Aradia’s Saturn Return. Whatever. I spent the majority of the semester depressed, neurotic, and struggling with paranoia.
I didn’t make many new friends this semester, but I did make one or two, and I was able to really solidify some existing acquaintances. These are good things.
Sigils for Wealth and Prosperity
These enchantments were utter failure, at least in the short term. I tapped every resource I had and called in every favor owed me, and I still had to beg for money from friends and family to make it back to KC for winter break. The school actually threatened to not let me come back next semester unless I paid them part of what I owed them before the start of this semester.
Now, that’s all been worked out. In fact, I may actually end this semester ahead rather than behind. But it took a lot of enchantment—some of it by friends of mine—and more than a little hard work in the material world to get there. And I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Sigil for Academic Excellence
I haven’t been invited to Phi Beta Kappa yet, but I did earn an honors GPA this last semester, despite being on the verge of mental collapse. 3.69 for the semester is nothing to sneeze at, particularly given that I was doing two dead languages at the same time.
These, made toward the end of the semester, were a resounding success. Coming back to classes this semester, in fact, it’s been a little bit of a shock to me to realize that I actually need them at school more than I needed them in the mall. Apparently, at least right now, I find the psychic miasma of adolescent angst and the occasional authority-abusing professor to be more toxic than the capitalist nihilist malaise of the indoor mall environment.
So, overall mixed results for manifesting my will last semester. I got most of what I needed, but not everything I wanted. Two sigils, though, proved so effective that I’m going to turn them into semi-permanent talismans, which is a definite win.
This semester, I have set myself a challenge of launching a shoal of sigils every Sunday. For myself. For my friends. For politics. For the world. For whatever. Three to five sigils every seven days.
Let’s see how this goes.