A while back Anton wrote a short blog about KIA Drawkcab Monk Ritual he was involved in, performed on a palindromic date. I found the idea curious and maybe even subversive. Although I always loved maths, I never really liked numbers and dates. They seem to be hard to memorise especially because of my dyslexia. I can learn a date 5/19/15 and next thing I know my mind turned it into 15/19/5 or any other combinations involving 1, 5 and 9. Another aspect of the ritual I would usually object to, was having to do things on a precisely given time and date. A majority of traditions requiring this seem extremely dogmatic and pretentious about it.
Perhaps that’s why the idea of Drawkcab monk ritual had an appeal. It deals with numbers but in an odd way. Its emphasis on palindromic dates in a given format seems so arbitrary that it would be hard to take it too seriously (unlike many other traditions). The concept gave me an opportunity to do something unlike most of my magick, yet in a way that still fits in with me.
Although having to come up with palindromic sentences would be nothing but tedious to me I didn’t have to worry since Anton already had some. I fueled my creativity into other aspects of this ritual. We decided to involved some star and rats and consecrate the whole thing to Meta Bob since the name BOB itself is a palindrome.
I decided to create a soundtrack combining Twin Peaks theme, Bob Marley, a lecture by Robert Anton Wilson, and (in a nod to Bob Dobbs) an Interdimensional Vortex League track No relief from apprehension (Bob’s Twin Peaks Mix). This way we felt like we honoured many Bobs making up Meta Bob. We also included printed images of them on our altar.
The plan was to walk backwards in circles while listening to my backward remix and reciting the palindromic sentences Anton collected. The only question that remained was why? Perhaps the form of the ritual absorbed all of our attention. Not that I see anything wrong in doing magick simply for fun. Certainly slack and recreational use would be well within the Meta Bob paradigme… still it seemed like a good idea to come up with a purpose other than that.
Some of the items on the altar were shiny, reflective objects and pocket mirrors. They reminded me of my great, round scrying mirror I haven’t used in a while. I figured it could do with being charged up and this ritual constituted a perfect opportunity. Now we had a good reason to be very silly for a wile. It felt great! I only had to plat my hair like Pippi Longstocking and we were ready to go.
I have to say the ritual felt very strange and confusing. I could feel the energies of chaos swirling around and being sucked into the mirror as if it was a funnell. My conscious mind was so preoccupied with keeping to the absurd activities that I soon became completely entranced. Something that felt amusing and silly transformed into a potent magickal and hypnotic experience. By the end the mirror was left shining more brightly than our grins.