A beginning is the time to take the most delicate care that the balances are correct.

[Pseudo-Diogenes]

First, I didn't know that lucid dreaming, leaving the body at night, precognition, and communicating with angels and the dead was anything unusual.

After a particular nightmare and frightening my parents several times, things were shut down for many years.

I discovered Wicca in high school thanks to the mother of a friend, a retired high priestess. May she rest in peace.

I discovered ritual magic, the OTO, and drinking heavily in college.

Not surprisingly, I attracted a parasite or two, converted to Catholicism, and left magic behind forever.

During monastic discernment, I met the man of my dreams, and went Episcopalian.

I was a student of one of Culadasa's disciples for several years, and made significant progress on samatha-vipassana meditation.

It's taken some time to get back in the magical groove, but I recently realized I had to overcome some hurdles before I could seriously progress again. Burn off some old karma, so to speak.

Now, here I am!

I know nothing, my life reads like a manual of what not to do in magic, and I'm pretty sure my Guardian Angel is on benzos at this point having to put up with me.

Let's chat.