ALCHEMY

Wormwood, oil, extraction of power, glass, ceramics, and a whole lot of smell. An encounter with the gods that demand listening to senses.

I played the alchemist today. As I have a thing for wormwood, also known as artemisia absinthium, I went for the art of perfection. Nothing less would do. In the hour of Venus on this Venus day, with the Moon rising in Aries, the sign ruled by Mars who rules wormwood, I made a salve and a salt scrub. I first anointed myself with rose attar from Kannauj.

Then I donned a perfume made especially for me by perfumer and cartomancer Ryan Edward, who made sure to create his concoction with artemisia absinthium in mind as the dominant. Thus armed I went to work. Time suddenly disappeared as I was making my mix. Though by the time I got to the salt scrub, my plant ally was so much in my nose that it sent me straight to heaven. I've no idea how I can even type this to report on my perfection. But as perfections go, they must be recorded for all posterity.

When I was done I bottled everything in glass, ceramics, and tins. A most satisfying endeavor.

If I had the nerve for it, and the time, which I tend to lose track of when in perfection, I'd go into business doing this sort of thing, as there's nothing more alluring than the work under possession. As it is, I'll first have to come back from the heaven I'm in, and then see about what social consecrations I may bestow upon myself, yet again, following my lucky stars and my fate.