"Occasionally, if you want to call yourself a sorcerer and not a ‘student of magic’ you have to let it all hang out there. And I don’t mean endless cascades of words you found in books and your opinions on them, though that certainly isn’t the worst thing you could do. I mean you have to give up the safety of convention and see how far your juju can carry you. You have to test the model of the world you have unconsciously constructed in that meat machine against the chaos of the world as it is. I miss the heady days of dangerous magic and dangerous magicians."
- Ryan Valentine, "A Brief and Terrible Intermission"
I read that the other day as I was making some final preliminary decisions. Twenty-fourteen has been dubbed quite often by me as "The Year of the Chaote (2014)." Don't tell R.O., but it was somewhat inspired by his own metamorphosis. This isn't necessarily the same thing, of course, but that's the magic of the phrase "inspired by" (what's not magical are those shit "inspired by such and such" music albums - they fucking suck.).
|It's really good. Really.|
Now, I'm getting a raise next week, steady employment (about as "steady" as you can count in this current economy), 401k, health benefits, I can pay all my bills, and save some money, too. Other than some body modification (which is going quite well, thank you; while I'm by no means a cow these days, I am 5 pounds lighter, a 3 inches trimmer around the waist), most of my 2014 plans were largely based around researching esoteric stuff, doing esoteric stuff, and ruffling some feathers with the Black Dog Arts crew.
But to be honest, a lot of it was academic in scope, which I do love, and it was a way tide me over until I went back to school for graduate studies. What the fuck? That's it? No risk? No danger? Well, that won't do.
"Year of the Chaote" isn't going to work while always being behind a book and/or closed doors. I WANT ADVENTURE.
So it's time (more concretely this time than the last) to do rock music again. There's a name, but I want to get a blessing first. I've already ordered the equipment to update pieces of my recording rig, and I've found myself some remixing opportunities for possible future release (because my focus is industrial rock after all). I'm going to attempt to do more with it than write a few songs of my own and call it a day. I have to throw myself into this. My library/ritual room now doubles as my writing/recording room. Some magicians will probably argue against this, but I think this is a good thing since I'm going to be fueling this endeavor with magic anyhow, including tapping into couple of excellent chaote musicians, and maybe a few other mystic musicians among the dead (not to write the music, silly - okay, maybe to take part in sometimes as well). I mean, that's what sorcery's for, right?
My type of Fairy Godfathers.