Field kit book of shadows (Bare minimum requirements for the Hierophant Operating the machine)

As a psychic, I am sure that Dharma and her overlord, our Commander-in-Rage, Judas Trump, have wondered how practical my study book would be for combat magick.

Not a weapon in sight.

Honestly, if I had to bug out for the Aliens are here, I would not be reaching for my big old study book. No, it would be the lighter book on top. Peek inside. Go on . . . 

I have been found clean of sin, Osiris and Thoth.

I have not profited from grain shortages.

I have not reduced rations.

I have not belittled the god of my city. 

I have not made impure the waters of the temples.

I have not stolen the offerings of the gods.

I have not disputed the rightful king of the nomes. 

I have not slain the sacred cattle.

I have not poisoned the ears of serfs.

I have not increased the rents of the priests.

Call this my Zombie Day--Book of Shadows.

Honestly, the big fancy Book of Shadows are great for lodge and OFM (Open Full Moon) work; but as an experienced slinger of the mystic arts, I planned ahead. Brought a book.

A smaller book.

A coffee house friendly book. 

A field kit book.

A minimum god form requirement book. 

Here's your first look at it. You will be seeing more of it later. I promise.

Simply because the Pop-Up nature of the Forty-Two Judges section in the Jewish start of the Golden Dawn 2025 was fun to make, it's not field practical. Not bonfire safe. 

Yeah, not bonfire safe. 

Remember that I am forced to be "exclusive to Khari." And she loves Fire. Bonfires.

So, that study book, the back of it will have parts of it redone to reflect my experience: 

Pop Ups art a Shakespearean Bitch!

Nevermore!

Says the artist, Artemis Ravenspell

Nevermore will I attempt a Jewish artbook!

Pity the widow's son, who never got to be a proper rabbi, I wanted to be a Freemason--and they said, No! Very loudly. Why? Who knows? My guess. My book sales? Grin. 

It was most definitely not my suggestion that they learn to write bad fictional knock-off "tell all--not a word of it is true because Brother Amos doesn't exist" stories because they might actually sell more copies than truthful Fremasonry is about being a better man. 

Oh, for some strange reasons, there is a species of writer who believe that you should not make up things to make a dollar . . . and they all get upset when they learn that you do.

Not about Freemasonry. Not at the time. But since then I have thought about it. And I do have all the so-called "Fake not Real Rituals" released material, so it is not the real thing, right, if it falls into the Copy, Cut and Paste Cauldron of Thirty One Mystery Spells.

What? Oh no . . . I seem to have an honest reader out there. No, honey--sadly, all spell books are fake as my grandmother's legs. Sorry. It's a sausage mill out there, and I am one of the butchers. This is what my entire life has lead up to cranking out a minimum wage.

My job is going to be codenamed . . . MacDonalds . . . or something . . . I live in a cranky community that says it's wrong to be a pirate. You should see some of their cars, and the thing that they consider eatable. Sad, it was. Anyways, I did not lecture poor woman.

No, instead I blog to you that I can Fake Spell Ritual Thirty One Secret Freemason Rituals for Success and Money, along with two other titles--and never have to eat spoiled lettuce. You might have had to be at the ritual that this Car-Rat ruined to understand my annoyance. This Car-Rat drags every event that she shows up to down into the sewer. 

My problem is that I write "throw up in my mouth" erotica.

I will not say any more than that. Because I should not have to. I have been paid as a writer every year of my life since I was twenty. At least twenty-five dollars. My willingness to dirty myself is what separates me from those who do not make a living as writers. I understand that some products sell better than others. 

Same goes for my potter artist wife. Over the years, her product line has changed to reflect what sells. Things that I could not sell disappeared on their own because Khari herself could not sell them, and the other pottery was moving so much better. 

Runic power plate.

But there have must definitely been points that I want to scream that my current poor state of being is merely an illusion. That I am in a brief pause, a vacation in my earnings which is allowing me to perhaps reduce my student loan debt; but once past forgiveness (or not), back to earnings, I will go. With me, owning the rights to my characters. 

Except that I did not want to explain that even last year, the year of my death, that I earned enough to be classified as a professional author by some union standards. 

Every day that I punch in, opening up my keyboard, typing up a little bit more story, whether it is erotica, or science fiction, is just adding to my stock. My earnings potential. 

I wanted to tell this Bag Lady woman to suck up her worst tragedy, write it up, and earn from it. Yodi has turned Dark Side in me--this Car Rat brings it out in me. LBRP me.