Cat Magick
I have a tick. A nervous, gutteral tick that shimmies and shakes that takes hold among my long Portland walks...
When I see a cat, I have to pet it.
Often leading me chasing unresponsive ones around stranger's premises. Because , I won't let up until I get that cat. I can't. Otherwise my day is doomed...
I understand how ludicrous that may sound, but I often liken it to be a tad more practical than saying a few "Hail Mary's" to atone for sins. Right?
I was raised Catholic for the first half of my childhood, and Jewish for the latter. The only things the two disparate-but-equal religions instilled is a sense of supernatural causality. That the most mundane routines will change the outcome of ethereal events. Superstition became a superpower to me. Like a man channeling the voice of absurdity to manifestation.
I keep a manifestation log. Usually, when I awake, I jot what I want to seize in the day. Don't think this is the grocery-aisle philosophy that's behind "The Secret." I only write down the practical outcomes that may await, i.e. "Tonight I will perform a fully focused and well-recieved musical set that will garnish more listeners for future events." I end it with "This is my manifestiation for [insert date here]." And sign it. Forever cementing my intent for the day.
Because intention is the only thing that marks a creative voice.
I believe we all have to account for ourselves. That hard-earned responsibility has helped me find the intention behind these odd exercises, whether it be having to pet every cat I see, manifestation logs, meditation in the shower (not what you think, well, maybe), or praying. Simply praying. I pray. I pray every day that my intention to be a realized creative force in this world manifests. I don't blame ethereal weight for keeping me down. I blame myself for any inertia manifested.
Recently, at a boutique here in Portland, I came across this shirt in the window:
And Ultra-Culture posted this in their Facebook feed the same day: "Cat magick cast out all drones."
These two experiences happening "coincidentally" on the same day I often refer to "Fat Magick", or the appearance mundane causality:
This sense of empowerment was not heaven sent, obviously. I've spent a lot of my youth a drug addled thief and amoral terror. I learned the hard way. Or, I just pet enough cats.