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[content warning: one mention of a suicide]

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The first time I tried doing mag!c, it was my 39th birthday.

Interestingly enough, my *40th* birthday happened to be the day I had my own Abducted By Aliens In Katmandu moment, where-- with the help of the four incredibly powerful edibles my fellow Mortuary Science classmates had gifted me, which I ate all four of in a row, having no idea how they worked-- the world slowed down to individualized comic book panel moments; I made the mistake of peeking between the panels; and I was found by what I can only describe as "the Fae," who would have me still, if it hadn’t been my birthday. They had to let me go, because it was my birthday. There were RULES, I was told.

But, that's a different tale, for a different campfire.

Back to the day of my 39th trip 'round the sun. Two weeks prior, I'd had an acquaintance of mine call me out of the blue, claiming they had a gift for me: their last words-- soon after which, they proceeded to blow away everything above their neck with a shotgun (which, I must say, being on the other end of a phone call like that? Not a fan; zero stars out of five, and I wish I could say that was the last time something like that ever happened around me).

Understandably, I was suddenly *very* mindful of the fact that death could come for us at any time, if we were determined enough. So I had an Idea-- one that managed to cross that Abyss you spoke of. What if I could call upon fictional Pokemon characters as guardian beasts for those closest to me?

I told twelve friends of my intentions, and asked them what their favorite Pokemon was. Receiving three "I'd rather you didn’t"s (fair enough!) and nine different Pokemon as my answers, I went about finding a collectible card game card of that particular Pokemon to stand for that friend in the protection spell I intended to cast.

I won't go into too many details as to how I cast the spell, there on my birthday, as I was playing the whole thing by ear *any*how, but. My friends and I gathered, just them and me, throughout the day; we held up the card representing each of ourselves as Pokemon; I cast their part of the spell over them, pinky-swearing to each other that we'd never kill ourselves in each other's presence; I gave each of them their (laminated, for durability) Pokemon card; told them to keep it safe; the day came to an end; and I rested, inexplicably exhausted.

My own card remains in my fireproof safe. I took this mag!c *very* seriously.

But I never expected to be told the spell had worked. A few times by now, in fact. People with the most analytical minds, who believed in no sort of mystical tomfoolery, told me, over the four years since then, how something or other had driven them to the absolute brink, to where they began to plan How-- and suddenly, the friend felt my Pokemon (an Umbreon) there with them, and they knew they couldn’t go through with what they were about to do, because they'd made a Pokemon promise that they wouldn’t.

I remain all flavors of grateful to have been able to nudge reality in this way, however small. I'm so glad my friends and I exist. ❤️

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Very excited for this! I'm currently immersed in reading a series of books by "Denning & Phillips", a pair of occultists with (what seems to me) a very practical take on ceremonial magic. Less didactic than the Golden Dawn, less fond of edginess-for-the-sake-of-it than the Crowley people. But most of my interest in this stuff is due to having read Robert Anton Wilson, Alan Moore, and Grant. The overlap between magic and art is powerful stuff.

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