In astronomy, "occult" means to conceal a celestial body, apparently by a smaller body, from view by passing or being in front of it. Like an eclipse, for example. Occult is to hide. The occult is the hidden. But maybe there is only a small thing doing the hiding.

My cleanse got the best of me the past two days. The last week of four, each week consecutively reducing solid food intake by one meal until the final week, no food at all. Meanwhile, ultra-liquifying with juices, coconut water and wheatgrass grown in my window, sometimes in the moonlight. In addition to ultra-upping to what amounts to massive quantities of activating herbs by this final week. All plans were flexible to change and I'm glad, because they did. Is it safe here to say I had no energy? I was surprised to actually loose vision and hearing repeatedly for two days here. Yes, I was feeling light and quite … ultra-clean. My dreams were almost waking. And my fire, which I rely on to steer this bird, entirely subdued. In order for this cleanse to physically do what I had intended it to do and is it safe to say here this cleanse was successful. Mucoloid plaque, which builds up (now I know) in even the longest term vegetarian's intestines, preventing those life nutrients from absorbing fully and like watching too much tv, even if it is on a computer screen, dulls our human potential. Mine came out. A lot of it did, I'm hoping all. It was something hidden inside my own body, from my own consciousness, something occult, and I have just performed, to me, the most magickal of operations. Yes, my dreams skyrocketed. Yes, my sensitivity to energetic influences blossomed opened wide. Yes, I was face to face with what could not be denied. And the magick was in the cleanse.

As Fever Ray says, "It ain't over. I'm not done."

I returned yesterday to small amounts of solid food, wishing to have (cleaner than) normal functioning capacity for my tv series pilot presentation shoot tomorrow and reputed live LA resident musical theatre rehearsals beginning Tuesday. Now is the perfect time to reflect on my spagyric study as it continues into it's 2nd week.

The 2nd week of Al-Qemi's Tools for Transformation alchemic spagyric study is a continuance of the first, but this time getting to note my first patterns based on days of the week, decidedly representing planetary energies. Again, my goal in this study is to create a planetary language I can utilize in the future. Already it's turning out to be much more and different than I had expected.

Yes, Friday, which is Venus's day, my first repeat day, did indeed again fill me with a peaceful desire, acceptance of others and maturity. This is becoming my Venus. Saturday, which is Saturn's day, again was an effortless day where I just plain felt 'alright'. I had a finely tuned and deeply pitched true dream. This is becoming my Saturn. And today, Sunday, the Sun's day, again people smiled gentle-like at me to and from the farmer's market. I felt confident in what I was giving to the world. This is my Sun.

Now I'm sure that every individual responds quite differently to the planets' weekly influences, according to how those planets originally set up her playing board at birth, what she's done with it since, and what angles the planets are set up with in the sky even this moment. In the end, I'm really studying me, not the planets. What else, really, can we study? As long as you are alive, you are …

The surprising emergence in my second week of pattern gathering in the spagyric study is not so much revealed in happenings (yet), but my own psychology. I seem to be developing already an intimate relationship with the planetary energies and instead of following the rules, I am improving upon them. For example, I work the planet's corresponding color into my day any way I can - by wearing that color, by choosing a rock perhaps that color and fingering it all day, by eating foods that color if appropriate, by making note of how much the color is like the planet I am featuring every time I see it in my world. Well, Friday's Venus likes the color green. Venus rules the heart, green is the color of the heart's chakra, and I have plenty of green stones. But intuitively, I knew pink was the color of Venus and the heart to me. So I picked up my Fuschite, Chrysicola, Peacock Copper AND my Rose Quartz. And throughout the day, Rose Quartz won out, far more powerful for that day of the week. That day. But now I do get how green and pink are alike. And they are both permitted, but neither true. Pink worked.

Saturn's scent for Saturday was recorded as rotten or fermented. And oh, being an avid fermentalist myself, I do recognize the drawing in energy, the focalizing, the narrowing of the fermented scent. But to me, specifically, Saturn's introspective and judgmental tendencies can indeed be quite heavy when saturated, but this inner scrutiny can also smell sexy like jasmine, thick and perverted, obscured somewhere and scenting everywhere - where is the jasmine I smell? Saturn, for me, can be like the narcissus flower opening, beaconing for self-perfection, self-respect and self-love. Why should Saturn smell fermented and rotten when sometimes, surely she smells hypnotizingly luscious. Narcissus oil, rather than the Carrot Seed oil worked.

I'm only concerned about what works. I'm not concerned about anything else right now.

Cleansing works. I am pure occult in my study of the ultra-hidden truths. And developing my personal relationship to a planetary energy is the gnosis I desired which as revealed it's presence to me as well.

Today, on the Sun's day, I broke cleanse by walking in the Sun, wearing bright yellow, at the farmer's market, eating fresh cherimoya and blueberries. I set a bucket of water on my rooftop for 3 hours, allowing the Sun's light to penetrate the water, then wiped the floor of every corner in my home with a cloth dipped in Sun water. I sunbathed nude in the late afternoon rays. I chose Iron Pyrite, even though Citrine is the obvious rock of choice. And what a unique Sun day to study, when the full Moon exposed itself on the horizon and I was compelled to honor both the Sun for the day and the Moon for the month at the same time. Performing a nailed Defixio and Derive (as found in Patrick Dunn's Magic, Power, Language and Symbol: A Magician's Exploration of Linguistics), dancing, Moon bathing, and anointing with Moon water.

There are endless movements and they make up a lifelong dance. The more muscles the dancer can become intimate with, the fully the being experiences the motion. The experience is fully conscious. Do not mistake this for meaning.

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