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ORGANIC TECHNOLOGY
How to Do Ritual Magick
God won’t be mad at you. Promise.
She was a tall 45-year-old neurosurgeon with long raven hair, standing alone in the middle of a dark field.
The fact that she was a successful medical practitioner about to embark on a magical journey out of space and time didn’t seem at all odd to her. She knew what she was about.
She carefully calibrated her position, checking her orientation facing east before she raised her hands to the sky. A small fire burned in a pit lined with rough stones behind her as she closed her eyes and began speaking, rhythmically, and with quiet intensity.
Hail to the spirits of air, the guardians of the watchtowers of the east. May your breezes caress my skin as you dance through the trees, bringing fresh insight and new ideas to inspire my thoughts as I work with my people to solve the problems that we all face. May the light of the dawn break upon a new day as I turn to nature to find answers I am not able to create alone. Hail and welcome.
The remaining stations of the circle were addressed in turn. The spirits of fire to the south were called upon for their passion and heat. The spirits of water to the west were asked for help facilitating flow. The spirits of earth to the north were asked to…
