A photo of Anna, she is against a white wall wearing a black dress, looking down towards the ground. Her face is mostly obscured by her hair.

Love Letter

As soon as I have published here I will compose a love letter. This relationship has struggled greatly over the years but after much work and willingness to change, it is now very secure and nurturing.

With my fountain pen, on heavy paper, I shall compose deep compliments and excavate my most tender feelings.

I will re-state my utter commitment to uncondintional, everlasting love. I expect I shall embarrass myself a little bit with my earnest phrasing.

Sometimes, the truth is bigger than words. I know I will come up against the limits of language.

As soon as I have published here I will compose a love letter to myself.

It’s time I put it on paper.


A traditional Anima Sola image on a small picture stand, with a shot glass of clean water and a lit tea light candle in front of it.

Memento Mori

Memento mori. Or, remember: you will die. Possibly today.

The idea, central to Socratic philosophy has been practiced for centuries and is currently espoused by celebrated modern thinkers.

And as an happy aside, it obviously combines effortlessly easy with ancestor worship; getting dead relatives on side powerfully supports magical growth.

Currently, this anima sola receives my morning ritual. Soon after my feet touch the floor as I rise from sleep, and certainly before a drop of liquid passes my own lips, I offer refreshment - cold, clean water - to the dead.

To my grandparents and great grandparents, uncles and cousin, dear friends who have passed, and the ancestors I never knew. I remember them, and ask them to remember and look favourably upon me.

To the dead whose bones we walk upon as we move about our life. I remember them.

To those long dead souls with none left to remember them. Their fate belongs to us all. I remember them.

To death itself - be a friend, walk with me, help me to die (release) every day and be fully present in this beautiful, miraculous incarnation, in every interaction with the people I love and the activities I engage in.

The morbid tone certainly appeals to the nineteen year old goth in me, but the practice also brings clarity, focus and motivation to live every day as if it were our last, through the profound question:

If this day were my last, what would matter?


Magical Consciousness: a primer

I’m keen to write about miracle farming, but first it is important to speak about magical consciousness.

You have heard, I expect, of the reticular activation system. Personally I have been lectured on the subject by uninspiring business coaches of various stripe, the most usual example given, being: we purchase a particular model of car, and suddenly we notice the same model wherever you go.

The lesson being: whatever you prime your mind to be alert to, you will be alert to. Imagine!

This is deeply and undeniably dull.

However!

We can also apply the reticular activation system to joyful synchronicities, hilarious plot twists and enlightening messages from unexpected sources (including animals and inanimate objects), which is altogether a far more compelling proposition.

(Those of us with prior experience of psychedelics and/or mania will be at a positive advantage, but I have every confidence that it is within the grasp of everyone with an imagination.)

Here is an introductory exercise. Go for a walk, today if you can, with no destination or purpose in mind. As you walk, focus your mind on considering questions like: what is the meaning of that bright blue string, tangled in a fence?

What are those birds letting me know by flying in that formation? What does that snippet of a song, heard from a passing car, mean to me?

What are the Gods saying through those images in the clouds? What wisdom are the trees singing, in my direction?

Say: this a dream - I am the dreamer of this dream.

Allow your eyes to widen and your jaw to drop slightly at the incredible realism in this absurd hallucination where _everything_ is loaded with meaning, as you walk with loose, dreamy limbs towards yet more unexpected messages from every corner.

The more deep your sense of wonder, and the longer you can sustain it, the better.

Soon, your mind will start to present the messages, synchronicities and signs to you, instead of the sensible family cars it had mistakenly believed you were interested in.

Is it real magic if you’ve purposely generated it? Of course! Of course not! Either way, It doesn’t matter. The beauty is, you decide. Repeat this exercise as often as necessary.


A pearl necklace on a wooden dresser. Interspersed with the pearls are eight Howlite beads carved into tiny skulls. In the background is a small offering plate with a bright feather, another necklace strung with a white tooth, and a small white horse figurine.

Skulls & Pearls

Daily affirmations. (*groan*) I KNOW. Although it pains me to deploy such a hackneyed trope, I am also forced to admit it has been remarkably effective.

Five minutes three times a day is the goal. Twice a day is the reality.

I added these howlite skulls to a freshwater pearl necklace with a dual purpose; first, to add a little more shadow to the jewellery, and also to use like prayer beads, or a mala, to count off affirmations rather than resorting to an electronic timer to interrupt the mantra.

And of course I wear the necklace for client calls or any other time I wish to feel formidable in a Babayaga way. Because not only am I wearing a string of skulls around my neck, it has also absorbed those hundreds of recitations of the outcome towards which my work points.


A semi-rural street intersection in Kent, UK. The intersection is a crossroads with a 'god cake' on one junction. A god cake is a small triangle of grass found at some rural junctions in the UK. The crossroads is a traditional site for many magical rituals.

Renewal of Word

When my magic doesn’t work - when I’ve been trying to create something for weeks and nothing seems to be incoming - it’s time to renew my word.

You see, in order to be a powerful magician, our word must mean something in the world. If, in a fit of masochism we decide to commit to jogging every day, or to decline second helpings of pudding, but give up in the first week, our word is broken.

Nobody is harmed! - except, of course and most importantly, our own relationship to our will and commitment.

I’ve been taught to treat commitments very seriously, and include an element of ritual to strengthen my word if it is broken.

This is the ‘god-cake’ at a nearby crossroads where I go when my goals are not met or my commitments broken. I leave an offering of coins and recite an invocation to Hermes to strengthen my will and my word.

July’s commitment was to desist from controlling and complaining: as you can imagine I was there often, and the neighbourhood children are all riding new bicycles.


The Helter Skelter traditional fairground slide on Herne Bay pier in Kent, UK. The sun is shining on the ride but there is a brooding, stormy sky behind it.

Helter Skelter

To begin practicing magic, you will need:

- a vivid imagination (even if slightly atrophied from under-use)
- the ability to concentrate for short periods of time
- a willingness to make mistakes and laugh about it.

Now I see it written down, it strikes me that it’s similar to the list of requirements for starting up in business.

It can help to throw open your wardrobe and mine it for the clothes, shoes, accessories that have the best stories attached - but only if that is fun and easy for you. It’s just to tickle up the imagination. A devastatingly glamorous headdress will serve the same purpose.

Pick a spell or ritual. There are many interesting titles around 025.431 in the Dewey Decimal System at your local library, or wherever else you may turn for information.

Avoid money magic to begin. It works, but can provoke watching and waiting (leading to more watching and waiting).

You don’t need any special equipment. Use what you have. Don’t wait until you’ve purchased the blue candle or six quartz crystals.

Magic is a practice, so best to make a start, then refine. And it *loves* a workaround - a shared language, you see.

You must keep a record of your experiments - note everything from the date to the intention, your mood, the day of your cycle, the astrological weather, your tarot card of the day.

Study yourself: for now you are a magician.

“We do not need to know how magic works, only that it does. We prove this by doing the work, recording the results, and sharing our information with other magicians.” - Grant Morrison