Spending the afternoon in the quiet of my London apartment, contemplating the recent events of the past and my move next week to new digs. Today is both Fathers Day and the summer Solstice, yet my daughter is 4000 miles away and the sky is grey.
As we wander through our lives we make decisions, we begin journeys and tasks without thought for their end. Is it impossible to create without destruction? Can we maintain the needs of our life (the bodily, immediate needs of home and hearth) without damaging the needs of our creative souls?
When I began the process that led to the Equinox Working I received a polite suggestion from Peter Carroll that I should “do something more modest” to start with. His fear was that the scale of the undertaking I was beginning was much to large for the community I was approaching. I responded with the reply that it didnt matter if I lost money, just as long as the events occurred, as I felt strongly (and still do) that they needed to occur now, at that time and place.
And while Peter’s fears were not wholly unfounded the events did occur. The Working was a success in the realm of creative enterprise. People came, saw and learned. And that was the important part of the doing of the festival.
With an ever growing hindsight I can see that what happened, happened for a reason. That the blemishes and rough edges were as much a part of the working as all of the fantastic ideas, performances and people involved. It was what it was, nothing more and nothing less.
But in the wake of the events I am left (as so often I am in any undertaking I endeavor to create) with a feeling of emptiness. Having poured myself into this recent creation I have expelled all of my energies, my desires and fears, into the shape of what has occurred. Now, empty of everything I am but a shell, slowly filling again with the reserve of my being, like a bedraggled beach welcoming back the evening moon tide.
As time for reflection in the wake of the Equinox Working grows the stresses and obstacles in organizing such an undertaking become dimmer. Upon reflection the Equinox Working was in fact a success, accomplishing the goal of bringing together disparate minds in order that communication may occur between the models of transcendental thought.
The shape defined by the Equinox Working was intended to be a catalyst for change within the field of occult and esoteric study. As such it has been an astounding success. The wave of energy that is spreading is even now causing the creative individuals involved to come together in collaboration, new ideas forming from old forms, new relationships developing as well as old relationships rekindled.
The feedback since the end of the festival has been enormous. We stood collectively at the crossroads of the beyond, looking out across the garden of forking ways and seeing both the past and the future of the Art. Old forms reinvigorating new concepts, technologies of the past and present merging under the hand of the practitioner. From the corners of the world this fellowship gathered together under one roof, and history has been made in the accounting.
The shape of the Equinox Working forms a very complex and contextual sigil. The various components of the sigil outlined in the ideas, words, sounds and images presented over the course of the three day working. Such a shape is often referred to as a hypersigil, as its form is beyond the typical dimensions of the sigil, its tendrils extending beyond the shape of the known. The focus and intent of this hypersigil is to cause change within the realm of esoteric understanding, and already its effects have begun.
The bulk of the hundreds of letters I have received in the week since the Equinox have centered on the question, “Will this happen again? Are you going to do this again next year?” At this moment I am still considering. How can one repeat the apotheosis of occult events? Is it possible to add to the dialog of esoteric understanding more so than has recently occurred? As the influence of the Equinox Working unfolds only time will tell.
Obviam lux Lucis
Raymond Salvatore Harmon
– Summer Solstice 2009