I love seeing the looks on the faces of the shopkeepers in the occult store down the block sudden surprise or annoyance immediately morphing into pleasant plaster shop-keep smiles I don't look like I belong there they think I'm a tourist come to gawk at them or that I'm gift shopping for a hippie-witch friend or relative They have no idea until I decide to open my mouth and tell them what I need why I'm there and they hear me use the words suddenly realize I'm serious I know what I'm talking about I know what I'm doing and they take a step back and look me up and down as if to say Really? You??
I used to look the obvious occultist when I was younger and still learning passing me on the street one would've not been at all surprised to learn that I was a black magickian Hell one might've even assumed that to begin with just by my outfit But that was a long time ago Now to all outward appearance I could be any other computer nerd But I'm still a cultist though a different colour now I learned the value of not broadcasting myself my every intimate personality trait to anyone who happens to pass me on the street I learned to pass as a Normal as a Mundane (please don't make me say "Muggle") and now no one notices me I can go about my daily business and my sorcerous shenanigans without attracting unwanted attention without arousing any suspicions of satanic blood pacts or ****** sacrifices made to blind idiot gods which makes everything so much more pleasant
But sometimes I forget that the Me people see isn't really me until I see the shopkeeper's face down at The Magick Box at Bell, Book, and Candle at Foxcraft's at The Crystal Cauldron or whatever it calls itself today in this particular town I'm there to buy a component some specific mineral or herb or root or ritual tool or color of candle required for some particular spell or sigilization or pathworking or ceremony or casting Magick is now modern and so when I need the dried petals of a rare and deadly Black Lotus blossom to throw a curse on the drug-dealing **** who moved in across the street and keeps threatening my neighbors for the crime of daring to look in his direction I don't need to form an expedition to Tibet to climb the peak of the only mountain where it grows no, I'm an American other people do the hard work so I can simply pull out a credit card and laugh silently to myself at the look on the shopkeeper's face that says What on Earth does he want with *that??
Meh - too long, too boring, no focus. Oh, well; it's what I had to give today.