So a weird thing happened the other day… I’d just read “The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage” and was very moved by it. While I would love to have the time and resources to undertake the process described in the book, I’m afraid it’s not within my reach for now. Anyway, faith in God is something I would also struggle with having been christened a catholic and vacillated between agnostic and atheist throughout my adult life. God as described in Abramelin is not something I recognise.
The following day I was attending my local hospital for a check-up and was sent to another department for tests. While I was queuing I got chatting to an older chap who was in a porters chair (a wheelchair that is used to transport patients around the hospital). I was called to be seen and felt an overwhelming urge to do something for this man.
This isn’t a virtue signalling post so I’m not going to go into detail but suffice it to say it took significant time and physical effort. I felt compelled to do it for the benefit of my fellow man. I’m normally quite antisocial and chatting to a stranger is quite out of character for me. To then go out of my way to do something kind and unasked is just not me! That’s not to say I’m selfish, I’m just socially awkward.
That night I dreamed of acrostics and the names of the angels, demons, and spirits. I wish I could remember all of the names I saw because I’m certain some weren’t named in the book and I’d love to see if they are ‘real’.
Above is an example of an acrostic from the book “The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage”.
I recognise that there is a quite clear chain of cause and effect here. I read a book about performing magic for the benefit of ‘thy neighbour’ and how doing so is honouring God and this is repeated A LOT in the book so a seed was sown in my subconscious. I then acted on it. The third part of the book is a series of acrostics which contain the names of angels, demons and spirits. Although I didn’t linger on this section as it is useless without undertaking a 6-month cycle of prayer and spiritual elevation; I flipped through it so the appearance of acrostics in my dream is not a shock.
Although I always thought it was impossible to read while dreaming and I definitely recall names that I saw written. What’s really weird is the way the act of kindness made me feel. I’m afraid I don’t have the vocabulary to describe the feeling. To say I was filled with love and felt connected to every atom of the universe would be understating it by many orders of magnitude. I think I actually glowed.
Does it mean anything? Probably not, it was probably just that nice feeling you get from doing something nice for a stranger. As I haven’t done it for a while I’m unfamiliar with it.
I’m using these posts to note anything odd that happens in my life and this felt odd. It also seems to follow on from my last post. Obviously I’ve continued digging into all things Tarot and have a long reading list ahead of me.
