how strange
Back at home from Mardi Gras. It's gonna take me a minute to process the trip. The energy in New Orleans is amazing all the time, and Mardi Gras is just wild unrestrained madness.
In Atlanta, the magic is slow moving. It makes you work for it. Almost like a machine that gets caught on itself, it speeds up then slows down. There will be a week of intense magickal work, then nothing for a while, and the pendulum of energy swings wildly upon the spinning of the earth- the seasons and tides of the moon.
In New Orleans, the magick flows freely and unabated all the time.
Being back here is like trying to run in mud after being on a high mountain road.
Cities have their own spirits and egregores. Atlanta belongs to me. But Nola wants me there. I am torn in spirit.
In Atlanta, the magic is slow moving. It makes you work for it. Almost like a machine that gets caught on itself, it speeds up then slows down. There will be a week of intense magickal work, then nothing for a while, and the pendulum of energy swings wildly upon the spinning of the earth- the seasons and tides of the moon.
In New Orleans, the magick flows freely and unabated all the time.
Being back here is like trying to run in mud after being on a high mountain road.
Cities have their own spirits and egregores. Atlanta belongs to me. But Nola wants me there. I am torn in spirit.