Wednesday, February 25, 2009

February 24



Yesterday definitely was the Futility.

I was trying to get a lunar talisman done for the new moon (today). Stuff kept piling on, and I was resisting doing it. Arguments, fights, scheduling conflicts, distractions.

Finally I realized it was futile. I wasn't going to wrap my head around it that day. And, it eased. I dealt with the issues before me, which were immediate but not necessarily urgent. I connected with folks I haven't talked to before, a new lady I'm interested in, my current lady who's very appreciative of the attention. I basically turned the energy outward.

And it helped.

Now, I'm revising my idea of when the Lunar Talisman has to be constructed. Perhaps I need to take a look at my talisman creation books, but I think I can construct it between new moon and 1st quarter, consecrate it between 1st quarter and full, and use it during the waning (probably the climax of consecration at full).

HGA prayer and conversation is still ongoing. We're getting used to each other. Seems we've sort of been doing our own things for a while now. Cleaning out of the Lunar Sphere proceeds apace.

Psalm 35

Plead my cause, O LORD, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me.

Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help.

Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.

Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.

Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the LORD chase them.

Let their way be dark and slippery: and let the angel of the LORD persecute them.

For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.

Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall.

And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD: it shall rejoice in his salvation.

All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?

False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge things that I knew not.

They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:

With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.

I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people.

Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.

For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.

Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aha, aha, our eye hath seen it.

This thou hast seen, O LORD: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.

Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

Judge me, O LORD my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me.

Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.

Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.

Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the LORD be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.

And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.

4 comments:

Rufus Opus said...

I have the same kinds of problems with Lunar Work. Same manifestations of annoyingly irritating bullshit. (Can I cuss on a Monsignor's blog!? Yes!)

I've said for years that Gabriel hates me. I'm wondering now if I have something that just needs to get blown out and consumed. Problem is, it's a watery thing, not a fiery thing. I don't mind the Solar work, it's hot, it purifies, smelts, tempers.

But the waters... I'm afraid to go out on a boat beyond where I can see the land. Drowning is a terrible thought. Water-boarding should be a capital offense. I get nauseous watching the part of Pirates of the Caribbean III where Will is being held underwater in Saufang's hideout. Same with the Bourne Ultimatum when they're breaking him.

The watery depths of the moon stir up a lot of negativity in me. Seeing the same kind of crap stirred up in you brings me some peace of mind though, oddly enough.

Gordon Finn said...

Water smoothes out the jaggedness, calms the over-excitment, softens the hardness and dissolves the gathered. Water washes away the crude (and crud), bolsters with its malleability, cuts with the sharpness and precision of a laser and comforts with its gentleness.

Gordon Finn said...

It's very likely that a part of you wanted to get some things cleared out of the way, so they wouldn't have an unwanted influence when you make the talisman because they wouldn't be in the back of your mind. The more 'purified' a talisman is at the time of its creation, the greater its effectiveness.

I have found that doing any mystical work any time during the first quarter of a waxing/waning moon works about as good as starting at the beginning/end moon cycles. There isn't that much of a difference in the long run. Continued cycling through the moons will still bring it back to a full recharge when the moon cycle starts over.

Monsignor Scott Rassbach said...

@RO: I love water. I'm a water sign all the way around. I am at the parish of St. Gabriel's for that reason (Plus Madison is surrounded by lakes). St. Gabriel and I have an understanding, from a working that was accomplished a few years ago.

The problem with water comes when I try to fight it. Sometimes, it just has to flow, and although I can direct the flow, I can't stop it or fight it. If you try to stop it, pressure builds until the dam bursts.

@GF: It does wash away a lot of bullshit, I agree.

*Can the Monsignor cuss in his own blog? Yes! It is not always comforting, though. I get RO's point aobut it being scary to work with, because it's unpredictable. When it's at flood tide, one can see a whole series of edifices washed away in moments. A hurricane can wipe out a city. Water, especially combined with air, is incredibly dangerous, which is how ideologies and NLP techniques can come through and throw entire civilizations off their rockers.

But yes, certain things had to be cleared away before I could continue, and certain other projects had to be watered so they could grow.