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Insomnia, Toowoomba (2025)

31/12/2024

Welcome to 25 Insomniacs!

As the first light of this new year graces the sky, may it kiss your spirit with warmth and renewal. May the sunrise awaken in you a heart full of gratitude, for the moments shared and the love that continues to grow. With each passing day, may kindness be your guide, weaving a tapestry of gentle strength and compassion.

May this year bring forth a wellspring of hope, nourishing your dreams and illuminating your path with clarity and light. As the sun rises higher, let it carry you toward wholeness, where every piece of your soul finds its place, and every breath sings the song of purpose.

With every new dawn, I wish for you laughter, peace, and endless possibilities. In this sacred moment, as the sky unfolds in all its beauty, know that my heart holds you close, with love that stretches beyond time, carrying with it all the blessings of the world.

Happy New Year, Insomniacs. May this journey be filled with magick, light, and all the joy the universe has to offer.

31/12/2024

Incantation of Shielding and Blessing

Hail to the flame of protection, I call forth the sacred light,
To guard this home, my castle, from shadow's blight.
From all dark forces, from malice and deceit,
Let no harm enter, let no evil compete.

I raise this ward, a fortress unseen,
A circle of power, unbroken, strong and serene.
In the name of the lovers, the sun and his moon,
May all dark magicks dissolve and be strewn.

Bless this space with purity bright,
Wrap it in layers of most resplendant light.
Let no curse, no hex, no shadow remain,
Only peace, only power, only love will sustain.

May all transmissions that leave from this place,
Carry with them truth, power, and grace.
Let the spirits of great and noble will,
Find their strength here, and their hearts be fulfilled.

By the wind, by the earth, by the fire and sea,
I command this shield, so mote it be.
May this home stand, forever safe and blessed,
And the mob magick within eternally expressed.

So it is spoken, so it is done.

29/12/2024

In the strange lull between Christmas and the New Year, reflection can be a cruel and treacherous companion. It whispers false hopes of effortless rebirth, yet fails to honor the bloody struggle of the soul's journey. If thou hast not endured the trials—healing, integration, and the sacred rites of initiation—thou wilt not simply step into a joyous year, for this passage is not one of ease, but of vigilance and servitude. The true measure of thy prosperity lies not in shallow recollections, albeit imaginings of superficial triumphs, but in the shadows cast by those who remained steadfast beside thee in thy darkest hours. Those who stood by thee through the hellish descent are thy true allies, their spirits entwined with thine own. To share the future with them is not mere fortune, but a testament to a strength wrought in suffering. They alone are worthy of thy prosperous days to come. These days are finally upon us...

22/12/2024

Ah, Christmas! The season of joy, yet for some, it is but a cruel jest. For those who have suffered through the harsh winter of sorrow, whose souls have borne the weight of grief and despair, the ringing bells and mirthful carols bring no solace. Each passing year, like an unforgiving shadow, casts its gloom upon their hearts, leaving them longing not for gifts, but for an end to their pain, a respite from the endless trials that torment their weary spirits. The festive lights flicker mockingly, their warmth elusive, like the faintest whisper of hope amidst a storm of darkness. These souls, fragile as glass, ache not for merriment, but for the return of peace—a day when the crushing weight of sorrow lifts, and the clouds that obscure the light of joy part. Until then, Christmas is but a hollow echo, a reminder of all that has been lost, and all that yet remains unhealed.