Bless The Work of My Hands

Divine Triumvirate for the Lay-Person

We need deep magicks for the lay-person.

I realize now, like right as I am typing, that this is the core desire of my work. To equip the everyday person, the passing by person, with knowledge that can be of both immediate and future as well as long-term assistance. It’s not that the deep magicks are lacking, or that mysteries can’t be put into lay terms. It’s more an issue of combatting misinformation, reframing the “what” and “why” for today’s needs, and then delivering responsibly without strings or powerplays. Generosity does not require a perfect recipient, power recognized within the self does not require external affirmation. The work is supposed to help others clean of the need to reaffirm your own choices or fears.

Mind work, as simplified as I can make my understanding to it, is slowing down. I spent two or three years working on the internal question of whether or not something was a reaction or response, and if a reaction then why? If a crafted response vs natural, why? I experienced traumas and personal cycles that left me a bundle of curated images and fried nerves way too familiar with Smirnoff and moscato. I was angry, scared, insecure, defensive, prideful, disappointed in myself. There was (and remains in spaces) a lot of circuitry to navigate. The response versus reaction cycle was several years ago but it remains a tool in my kit. With this, weeding out and naming cycles of wounds. My old mentor - simultaneously predatory and very helpful, I still have mixed feelings to this day - gave me some really helpful keys. What are the origin points of a wound, to the best of your ability to find them? What was one of the first times you were ignored, betrayed, neglected, embarrassed? What were the responses to your anger growing up? Were your creative offerings received or discarded? Don’t overwhelm yourself with this all at once! I’m writing now at 30 about things I was approaching from 19-23 or so. I was bombarded with a lot of tools around discovering and uncovering myself, and learned the hard way that you have to be gentle with you. I was like a ram in a porcelain shop with my excavations of myself, leaving gaping wounds where the surface was already raw. I’m healing from my own work on me, reviewing smooth scars and reading them like runes. What I have done is done, and if the road is already laid then whoever follows will have less to worry about paving. I want to offer the work of hands, the work of heart, the work of mind as roads that weave together but don’t always have to be applied together; as means of work that support one another and are intrinsic to one another but may be called on separately as needed.

The work of the mind is lifelong, it is the embodiment of the long game, of Saturnian dedication. The work of the mind is literally the work of shifting perspective and reality, the work of time jumping, of not only resilience but forward motion even when against the current. The work of the mind is the forge.