Ensigillatin'

I practice sigil magic. British punk, Chaos-Magick types came up with the technique in the 1960s, a modernization of an ancient practice. Sometimes it works for me.

( Here's how it goes: )

Write out your intention simply:
MOM'S CONDO SELLS QUICKLY

Delete the vowels:
MMSCNDSLLSQCKLY

Remove duplicate consonants:
MSCNDLQKY

Fashion the remaining letters into a pattern that pleases you. Pencil on paper is typical, but a sigil can be as simple as lines scratched in the dirt. It's supposed to be unreadable; the idea is to forget it, to release it into the universe.



Finally, you "charge" it. The Chaos tradition calls for sexual charging, typically via masturbation, after which you burn or erase the sigil.

Being asexual myself and uninterested in what 1960s British male chaos gremlins decided was necessary, I charge mine by making art out of them. Mostly I color them with paint and sparkle pens, encase them in glass, and photograph them.



Then I either send them to the friend they're for, or hang them up somewhere. This one went inside a closet in my mom's vacant condo, above the doorframe. I love the thought that it's still there. I mean, how often do you check inside the doorframe of your closets?

The condo sold in three days.

Usually, I just hang 'em somewhere on my house. The neighbors think I'm a witch. They might be right.