I miss how witchy I used to be at university. The mundane and monotonous existence of modern serfdom leaves me wanting. Why am I always drawn back to the Occult in one way or another? I have a huge Hermeticism-shaped hole in my heart.

I remember one of the exercises in philosophia de oculta de liber tres by Agrippa allowed you to reveal your guardian angels' names. Am I teetering over the edge back to delirium, or am I being called back? I think about them sometimes. I've even prayed to and written poems for Lilith... take your meds, Buster :p