One thing that I was determined to do on my recent visit to Hungary and Romania was to see the awesome night time lights in Budapest. I had visited Budapest in 2016 and was blown away by how beautiful it is at night. How the bridges and Fisherman’s Bastion were enthusiastically lit up in a glow that lifted my own spirit so high. In my determination I completed a short ritual to make this happen “It is my will to see the lights of Budapest.”
Sometimes our will manifests in odd directions.
Having landed in Budapest and settled into my hotel I set out to explore the city. I found the Fisherman’s Bastion easily but due to some building works was unsure how to actually get up there due to some roads being closed up. I then recalled a set of steps that led up the hill and sure enough found them, a hell of a climb but needs must.
It was as beautiful as I remembered. Having walked around for some time I decided it was time to return to my hotel but found myself suddenly disoriented and unable to recall how to get back. Initially I felt a bit disconcerted. Before the pandemic I would actively seek to lose myself in a city. I loved the anonymity of strolling around an urban landscape. Since the pandemic I had lost a bit of travel confidence and found myself preferring to be solid in my orientation.
I was not best pleased that I could not work out where I was and I had no signal on my phone to help me. I dealt with this my reminding myself that I am a chaos magician with a map! A dangerous creature indeed, with the skills of magick and a map to navigate anywhere that I choose to go within the chaos mandala universe. So I allowed myself to be lost and activated my psychic feet asking them to take me to the place I needed to go.
Many years ago I performed a ritual to make my feet “psychic” so that if I switched off my inner monologue and trusted in my feet they would take me to the place that I needed to be. Psychic feet are a useful thing to have when your dyslexic and have little concept of left and right.
Being lost in Budapest is not a bad thing as it’s a beautiful city. So many treasures were found as I wandered about the streets having no clue as to where I was. Eventually I found myself standing outside a Museum called the “Museum of Light.” I had no idea that Budapest had a light museum when planning my trip and I remembered my statement of intent “It is my will to see the lights of Budapest.” I immediately metamorphosized into a mad middle aged women laughing at herself in the middle of the street.
Sometimes magick manifests in interesting ways.
I had intended to spend my second day in Budapest shopping in Pest but a chaos magician is flexible and can change their minds if they want to. It was my will to see the lights of Budapest and here was a museum dedicated to light, I had to go there. Having made up my mind to do so the next day, I found my hotel in less than 10 minutes.
When I attended the museum the light show was challenging to my perceptions, reminding me that perspective in life can often be simply a trick of the light. What we see is not necessarily there and our interpretations of events can exist solely in our own heads. The light needs the dark and the manifest would not be here without the unmanifest surrounding it and holding it in place. At one stage all I could do was to lie down, perpendicularity not being an option as my legs gave way to my complete lack of everyday spatial orientation. This of course is what occurs to most of us during stages in our magical journey. We lose orientation and must simply let things be and lie down lest we lose our minds. By simply observing we can then experience deeply and fully what is being presented to us.
Sometimes it is OK to be lost and if we breathe into it, give up control and open ourselves up to the experience wonderful things can be discovered.
