Abramelin, day 4

Morning ritual performed. What continues to strike me is how simple everything is. I also feel like this has already been going on for at least a week and I’m only on day four.

We don’t really have holy texts in my faith; the closest would be the Homeric and Orphic hymns, or Hesiod’s Works and Days and Theogony. I just purchased Robert Calasso’s Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony for my Kindle along with a Hesiod book collection. I have Calasso’s book in paperback and have read it a billion times since Apollo first came into my life, and it may be one of the few genuinely inspirational spiritual texts for me. Having them on my Kindle is pretty useful. I read fast and I can take it with me on my work commute.

Evening ritual went fine. One thought, though. Well, several. One of the repeated warnings about this rite is that eventually you can fall into one of those “dark night of the soul” things where everything feels like it’s not working, it’s all stupid, etc etc. I’m coming into this from an incredibly masochistic perspective given I’ve been battling the nastiest one I’ve ever had for the past few years; I figure at this point it’s “do or die”, and I’d rather thrive than merely survive.


I’ve been reading and rereading other people’s Abramelin accounts, and I find them pretty interesting. I wonder how similar or different mine will be in comparison with others’.


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