The Magical Battle for America 10.7.18


Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work.  (No, really.  You really need to do this.)  Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position.  Maybe wrap up in a blanket or cloak and grasp a stone or talisman that matters to you.  Grow your roots, send them deep into the soil, let them intertwine and grow small hairs to attach to the mycelia in your own landbase.


Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase.  Does your landbase have anything to tell you today?  Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.

Ground and center.  Cast a circle.


As you move to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work.  You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky: Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty.  Do they seem more defined since we began our work? Do they have anything special to tell you this week?

For a few moments, just sit on your hillock and allow yourself to become comfortable.  This place should be feeling very real to you by now; we’ve been working together to create it for months and months.  What’s become familiar to you?  A tuft of prairie grass?  Buffalo off in the distance?  The scent of sand carried on the wind?  You’ve been involved in a months-long magical working here, joined with magic workers from across the globe.  Feel your connection to this place on the astral plane. It is always here for you, always a source of strength.

As you gaze towards the Southeast, the Underground Railroad banner begins to grow larger and larger.  When if fills the entire sky, it becomes three-dimensional and you can step into the banner, into a swampy woods where a small fire warms a small, hunched figure.  As you draw near, you see that it is a woman, dressed in slacks, a coat, and a hat.  She hears your approach and, slowly, Harriet Tubman turns to face you.  You can see her quick calculations; apparently, she determines that you are a friend and, so, she invites you to sit on the log beside her.

For a few moments, you sit in companionable silence.  The flames crackle and the occasional sound of an Eastern Screech Owl breaks the forest’s silence.  “What brings you here?” Miss Tubman asks and, suddenly, you’re in tears.  You tell her all about the past horrible weeks, the attacks on women, the sneering hatred, the disregard for the rules of law, the damage being done — and the damage to come.  You confided in this small woman that you are terrified, disheartened, angry, and depressed.  You’ve been working so hard for so long and still things seem to get worse and worse.  She puts a gnarled hand on your leg and sits beside you in silence for such a long time that you begin to think she has nothing to say to you.

She puts another stick on the fire and watches the sparks dance up into the night.

“Look,” she says, “there’s only one answer:  If you hear the dogs, keep going. If you see the torches in the woods, keep going. If there’s shouting after you, keep going. Don’t ever stop. Keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going.”

As she speaks, you realize that this is how she won her own freedom and that of so many other enslaved people.  You know that you, too, can keep going.  You can take the next step, and the next one, and the one after that.  You won’t stop, no matter how grim the situation seems.

As you stand up and brush off your pants, remember to thank Miss Tubman for her example and for her words.  Maybe you can gather a few more sticks from the woods for her fire, or leave her with a chant, song, dance, or sigil in return for the gift she has given you.  As you turn to walk back out of the banner, you hear her call behind you, “Don’t ever stop.  Keep going.  If you want a taste of freedom, keep going.”  Her words seem to echo down through the years, from her to you:  “Keep going, going, going. . . .”

Now, return to your safe, comfortable hillock.  You know that whenever you are frightened or discouraged, you will hear her mantra.


Slowly, come down from your hillock and begin to walk back to your own landbase.

Open your eyes.  Rub your arms and face.  Notice the detail that you selected to call yourself back.  Drink something, maybe pear cider or strong coffee.  Have something to eat, maybe an handfuls of pecans sprinkled with cinnamon and coco powered or a mug of hot soup.  Maybe you can set up a small altar dedicated to Miss Tubman’s lesson.  You may want to repeat this working several times this week.  You may want to journal about it.  Are you inspired to make any art? If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.

Picture found here.

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