It appears my recent enchantments (following a few minor adjustments) have come to fruition. I’ll be signing on for a much, much better gig starting next week right in the Ancient Roman heart of the City of London…. A veritable sorcerous bullseye.
So I was hoping to get to Paris for a little ‘me time’ before all the craziness began.
Paris is out.
This blasted World Cup meant no Eurostar tickets available at sane times. 5:20am on a Sunday is not a sane time.
Besides, I couldn’t quite make all the constituent parts ‘work’. I wouldn’t be staying in the ‘right’ arrondisement, I wouldn’t be able to make it to Le Sancerre, etc. I could force my way into Paris but I wouldn’t really enjoy it once I got there. (Clarification: Force my way into Paris the city. Either way, I stand by what I said about enjoyment.)
But I still want to do something. It seems important to me somehow to ‘lock in’ a new level of wealth or fitness or whatever. (In this case it’s wealth.)
I guess it’s an extension of that Crowleyan advice to ‘appear’ wealthy and take yourself out for oysters and champagne and so on until you have convinced your brain that you are all blinged up and then it happens.
Here’s what I came up with:
1. Tie it back to the results in some way
It’s going on two years now that I have lived in London and in all that time I have not had a chillaxing vacation. I’m too ADD and Europe simply has too many castles and vineyards to visit. I return from most holidays absolutely exhausted and looking forward to going back to work so I can slow down.
So I have booked into a 5.5 star hotel right near St Paul’s in the City. (Tip: You know those ‘mystery hotels’ you can buy on lastminute.com etc? The ones that always sound truly amazing but make you too suspicious to buy them? Not even three minutes of Google searching their description and you can work out exactly which hotel you’re buying. I am so looking forward to using this trick when I next get to New York.)
I’m going to wear fluffy bathrobes, take a few schvitzes and have some cocktails somewhere filled with City high-fliers. Then I’m going to spend the weekend visiting my favourite city markets (Spitalfields and Borough) because they’re both easy walking distance.
I like the symmetry of this because I will be starting my new gig a half mile up the road. So I’ll be ‘locking in’ my new level exactly where I expect the results to manifest.
2. Buy some shit
Because I feel guilty about leaving Dave Lee off my book list, here’s a Chaotopia! quote:
“Wealth is abundance where and when you want it. To be wealthy is to live your life the way you want to. The condition of wealth is the experience of confidence, relevance and abundant pleasure in one’s material environment. Wealth magic is driven by desire; money magic is more closely related to insecurity about survival… Money is a Spirit, an elemental; Wealth is the attribute of a God.”
(Sidebar: I highly recommend the book.) How do I want to live my life? Going in and out of occult bookstores in fabulous locations, spending crazy sums, drunk on expensive wine. Maybe with a nice haircut.
So I bookshopped. And at the markets I’m hoping to find something that will serve as a talismanic embodiment of my recent magical success.
3. Bring the spirits along with you
It’s not just a party weekend. More beings than just me get to share the credit for my success. So I’m going to bring them along with me and incorporate some thanksgiving into the festivities.
My guess is that London will be awash with enormous amounts of energy as drunk football fans wander the city like riotous zombies following England’s first World Cup game. (Win or lose, there will be zombies.)
It will be a veritable buffet for some of my less salubrious spiritual assistants. And if not, well I’ve never met a spirit or right thinking person who didn’t like a Dirty Martini.
A final thought on celebration
Got nothing to celebrate?
The fact that I currently do have something to celebrate has made me look once again at the whole notion of gratitude and celebration.
MC Dryden on the mic will wash away your blues:
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Fingers crossed I can lock this in as well.
Now I’m off to get my hair cut.