In the quiet moments between moments, I reflect.
Twelve years ago, I threw an invocation into the void. I sent connections to others, and I suggested we cast a great ritual together. We came together, and the lines of force began to grow.
And then... it faltered. And it broke. We couldn't reconcile the patterns. We couldn't all agree on the shape of the ritual to be cast. And yet I continued to pour myself into the ritual, hoping that through will and perseverance, I could manifest my desired outcome alone.
I couldn't. But I couldn't let it go.
As the patterns continued to shift and the shape of the ritual blurred further and further, I began to falter. My fires sputtered. My winds faltered. My waters ran dry. My ground crumbled. Mirgalva filled the spaces, and the vessel failed.
In haste, I found a new form, a new means of being. The transfer was incomplete, and the new form is still untested, but it feels solid enough. It will hold. It will hold me, and my dreams.
Last night, as I leaned peered layered through layer, and I studied my self through my many lenses, I saw the collapsed expanse of the ritual that I started, twelve years ago. And I saw that, even if all else fails from here, I will have made progress. The ritual was not in vain. The spell worked, in its own way.
I found last night that I can let that ritual go. I no longer need to be its anchor. I can release it and be free.
What remains of that ritual, the seed of that dream, can be released and let go. Putrefaction of Silver, Calcination of Silver, Projection of Lead.
I am free.
@amalgam You brought a lot of people into one general area, and it's long-since been self-sustaining in that sense. That it took a different form than your vision isn't your fault, and it's still a very good thing overall.
We're here, and we're doing things, and we're a community. You still sparked those first connections and movements.
