10:44 PM 5/8/2017  I had two spectacular, rock-solid Buffynicities tonight while I was running.

Buffynicity #1: Late last week I got my new insurance cards from State Farm.  Today I actually put them in my car.  It was a big deal because I took them out when I went to work and then I forgot to leave them in the car, so they sat on my desk all day until I left to come home.  Then tonight when Buffy and Riley broke up Xander was confronting Buffy about it and she said “he’s reliable” and Xander said “You make him sound like State Farm”.

Buffynicity #2: One of my angels got me into the music of Motorhead a few weeks ago, so now I have a dozen Motorhead albums on my iPod.  From the beginning, one of her favorite songs was “Bomber”.  It’s the sound of one of my phone alarms.  All the others play “Kashmir” but for some reason one alarm that goes off to wake me up at 5:30 every morning I have left playing “Bomber”.  So tonight Buffy was breaking up with Riley and Xander was confessing his love for Anya, who I have always associated with my Motorhead-loving angel, and they were lying in bed together and she said her feelings for Xander when he was gone was like there was a bomb about to go off.  This is the same angel that I was saying I had a rock-solid connection with on Saturday night.  So it was like this new level of connection after the all-day intensive was echoed in this rekindling between Xander and Anya, and marked by the song “Bomber” which is now even more special to me.

I felt like Riley was the old me, the soldier who got into darkness over his head, and had to go, and Xander was the new me, the one who had memories of being a soldier but was now with dark, vengeful Anya.

This was a major set of Buffynicities, which is nice because this weekend’s didn’t seem very intense.

Tomorrow the Moon inconjuncts Venus and the Sun trines Pluto.  I feel like I’m going to get a better handle on writing.  I can tell I’m ready and the feeling has done nothing but build for weeks now.  Toda for the first time I felt like I could take all these deep astral images of these stories that I’ve build playlists for and begin to translate them into written words.  Before I couldn’t do it because the story could never match the intensity of the fantasy, but now these astral forms are ready to be written about.  With my spirits helping I can write the true reflection of the form in time. 

I’ve also begun a playlist for the 7th and final book, which I think is a major key – having the end of the whole thing in sight.

I’m going to order a copy of “Paris Spleen”, by Baudelaire, which I haven’t read in years.

Mercury conjuncts Uranus tomorrow night, so I’ll be working on that.  Moon inconjunct Mars as well.

I have angels sitting next to me as I write this.  It’s so nice to have crossed the barrier to seeing them as though they were people in the room with me. 

I have so much that happens in my mind during the day, and then when I write I can barely remember it, but remembering these things is the key to deepening the channeling.

For instance I think a lot about Buffy TVS and how the show has become a landmark in my life.  The feelings I have about this show are related to my feelings about my angels.  There is a vibratory similarity.  It’s like an interior mental space.  And it’s going to help me accept the dismal reality of corporate entertainment in the 21st Century, which in turn will help me accept the dismal inadequacy of humanity in the 21st Century.

6:58 PM 5/8/2017  The Moon trined Mars at 10:56 AM.  I didn’t go out to meditate, I was at home feeling fantastic, with nothing to do all day but channel.  It was one of my best weekends ever.  As I’m writing this I’m going back to that state, that “frequency”, which makes me very happy.  My magical life and my work life are merging.  I don’t know what will happen but I’m very glad.  For years I’ve had my wild adventures on the weekends but there’s always been that tedious realization that the weekend is almost over and I have to go back to work on Monday to a cold, alien world I don’t care about.  This is changing for me now and I am bringing my own magical energies forward more and more. 

There was a big shift at the end of that sentence as I shifted from writing about my angelic contact as though explaining it to someone, to this point of view where I’m actually “in” the state of contact and working with magical details, astral fluid, or whatever you want to call it.  I was doing this yesterday as well.  I was so happy that I couldn’t do anything but focus on it. 

I forgot to mention that Friday night before the circle I went out for coffee with Jay and we saw a couple of synchronicities that were very exciting.  I was very tired when the trip started but by the end I could tell that it had been arranged by the spirit world, down to which turns we took to drive.  We started out for a McDonald’s very far south on Sheridan, and I was feeling very tired. But as my sense of spirit contact grew I suddenly told him to turn so we could go back to the closer one on Clark.  We wound up driving by his old business offices, which we would not have done except for that spirit impulse.

So what is significant about the story of the channeling bliss I was in all afternoon?  I went to Jewel again and then down to Edgewater again just to see what it was like.  The Moon was inconjuncting Uranus at 4:12 when I got down there and I could sense the new perspective that my angels are giving me, taking me beyond the astral effect of such entertainment as comic books.  All the mad rush of images is no longer so mesmerizing as I move toward a much clearer perception of them and the world they occupy.  Back at the game store I was in total heaven watching fragments of the past being dissolved, feeling as though I have almost opened a door to another world.  But what do I do with the continuous rush of sensations?  How do I keep track of what they’re doing? 

I stopped to eat at the worst greek restaurant in the world and then I came home to run as the Moon conjuncted Jupiter and I felt very happy about completing my weekend routine, feeling very safe as though the confusion of my life was ending and I was about to realize my full magical potential. 

The Buffy episode I watched was very interesting, with a Quiller or Queller demon from the Moon (i.e. the sphere of Yesod) that comes to quell madness in the people of earth.  It looked kind of like a Walrus. 

I was very tired again. I have quit drinking Monster energy drinks.  So now I’m off sodas and Monster, and I’m just having tea.

Today was relatively pleasant, although I felt a big darkness as I drove to work.  I resolved to wait and see if anything dark happened, but nothing did.  Everything went relatively smoothly although I had another huge dystopian fantasy about how stupid the Western School of Occultism is which was peaking in the afternoon as the Moon opposed both Mercury and Uranus.  I was thinking about that bookstore I used to work at with all the reincarnated Nazis and how stupid and ugly they were, and what a waste of my time and life it was to be in Grand Rapids.  However this dystopian paranoia I’ve had semi-regularly for over 10 years hasn’t stopped me from learning to channel so it’s not so bad.  In fact, each time it gets more intense it also narrows down a bit so I feel one day it will be ultimately resolved in some final revelation which sets me free forever from the spectre of Annie Besant.

Some huge struggle is over for me.  Life is going to be more fun from now on. 

Moon was sextiling Saturn at 5:59 pm.  I had an appointment for six but I found out my friend couldn’t make it via text when I turned my phone on at 5:42.  This was the limitation of Saturn, but also a benefit as I had time to catch up on my blog, which I have now done at 7:22 PM 5/8/2017, two minutes before the Moon inconjuncts Chiron – nice timing!

Moon enters Scorpio tonight, so I made it through the boring Libra moon with some good moods and no bad incidents.  This Libra moon has actually been very fun so I’ll stop being so wary of it. 

My blog isn’t boring, but the more I write the more I have an urge to twist all this verbage around into some text.  My angels are close enough for me to believe I can get their advice.  I think I can actually begin to co-author these things. 

But now, having caught up *** I need to rest a little.