MAGICKAL PRACTICE
Just over seven minutes meditation. Aware of my Tongue, saliva, noise from a TV Sherlock, pressure on left foot, the odd random itch on face.
Tuesday three minutes, interruptions from Lara (pet Dobermann) and my right eye becoming spastic.
Managed six minutes meditation, started to veg out, almost hallucinating. It was very weird.
During a recent trip to the cinema, movie The Grey, I meditated while waiting in the quiet, but not quite dark screen room, I was able to screen out the mindless chatter of a couple on the row of seats behind me, but was mirthfully brought out of my meditative state by a comment from an old chap who was just entering the screen room, he asked his wife, 'what's this movie about?' she replied, 'wolves' he asked, 'what's it called' she replied, 'The Grey' he then asked, 'is it any good?' I found Magick, and humour, through his questions, humour because he had no idea what movie he had paid to watch, Magick because that's what going to the cinema should be about, the occult, the hidden, the unknown. When watching a movie for the first time you, I, shouldn't know what it's about, the Magick comes from the viewing, as I sat there in the dark, the various adverts and trailers keeping us patient folk entertained I considered the Magick of this experience. I was sat in almost darkness, though I did consider that cinema's aren't as dark as they once were, are they? I considered the other patrons of the cinema surrounding me, all of whom were strangers, and though surrounded by strangers how easily, I at least think, it is to forget you're in public and to just disengage this fact for the duration of the movie, if of course the movie itself is engaging, and to become so relaxed I feel as though I'm at home watching the movie shortly to be presented to me. There's Magick and ritual in attending the cinema, it's almost sacred. I, if the movie is good, find myself caught within the fiction of the story, I embrace myself in the plot, when the movie ends I consider what happened next, in my dreams, later that night, I continue the story, the next adventure. Movies are Magick, well fiction is Magick, even bad fiction. I gladly worship at the altar of make believe, just like religious folk do.
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