A Wet Solstice
I tend to forget. I forget there's a reality we don't see, and even when we only access it quickly and even half-heartedly, it still has an effect. The invisible light shines through us, whether we can see it or not. Yesterday, we did a very, very fast ritual. There was rain, not sun. There was an inability to light a candle, keep the incense going. Nothing worked right, it seemed. We dealt with it with as much humor and good nature as we could. But the invocation worked. The angels were with us: I Reign over you says the God of Justice, in power exalted above the firmaments of wrath, in whose hands the Sun is as a Sword, and the Moon as a through thrusting fire which measures your garments in the midst of my vestures, and trussed you together as the palms of my hands, whose seats I garnished with the fire of gathering and beautified your garments with admiration to whom I made a Law to govern the holy ones, and delivered you a rod with the ark of knowledge, moreover you ...