What do a dart game, a Tulpa named Virgin Monk Boy, and Mary Magdalene have in common? They're all part of how I learned to invoke different versions of myself to write, create, and connect. This isn't fiction—it's invocation.
I love this! When I asked myself, "Who do I need to invoke?" the answer was,"The psalmist. The one who begs and pleads and praises and sings and falls down in the dirt," (which I never do). Wow. And thank you.
Yes. The psalmist isn’t some polished harp-playing saint—she’s the one ugly crying in the dirt with rhythm. When we invoke that voice, we stop curating our prayers and start bleeding them. That’s where the real alchemy happens. Grateful you named it.
So so good! I’ve enjoyed Elizabeth Gilbert’s practice of journaling in which her daily prompt is “Love, what would you have me know today” where Love is the Field in which all is contained and experienced. As I write, words “land” in my inner knowing and I write them down. This deepening of connection to our interior planes seems essential now, for appearances outwardly are batshit crazy and trying to figure that out is a time waster. So why not find some devotional time to unearth what lives through your ancestral knowledge buried like gold in your dna somewhere? I think there’s damn good reason Mary Magdalene is showing up more and more. As the madness increases, she is summoned to assist, to tap on the shoulders of those who can listen to deep truths. She invites a visit in a wooded glade or in the auto body shop. Just listen between breaths.
No marketing mantra of masterclass here. Just a truth offering. A whole world in a hand chucked over the counter cause you're late for work and "take this!". Years later a couple of saints are watching the rerun and one of them mumbles, "nice catch." And there's still a free latte on your rewards card.
Yes, powerful invocation. Thank you for putting it into words. Mary Magdalene came to meet me out of the blue one day and opened a pandora’s box. She whispered “What you hide has been hidden from you.” I saw instantly how the curse of the 7 deadly sins showed up in myself and my clients every.single. day. as fear, worry, good-girl masks, pain and illness. WTH? I’m not even religious! Reclaiming these sins as purest energy of anger, desire and rest became my vocation. I will now consciously invoke her in my work.
My creative process got drop kicked by COVID 5 years ago & has been in suspended animation ever since, overwhelmed by pain, doctors, disability, meds tried out of desperation & helplessness, life stuck on a brakeless crazy train & a soft gentle disembarkment lies in never-never land far away on the lunatic fringe. FUBAR. Just like most the world it seems sometimes. Where am I is not as important as where did I go?
I have invoked no identity.
Used to be my everyday childhood routine but not a mindless robot procedure, an intriguing, compelling, sometimes exhilarating trip with no destination, just enjoy the ride. People talked to me that no one else could hear.
I miss that. It disappeared when the body collapse showed up & I wasn't me anymore.
Maybe I'm hiding somewhere I haven't heard of. Maybe I'm here but morphed so much I don't recognize myself.
MAYBE I SHOULD INVOKE AGAIN.
Cause this ain't working. Or living vicariously thru other people's writing.
Drop the "how do I do it in this shape, in these conditions? I don't have the energy."
I will rest. Whisper an invocation with no expectations. Resuscitate trust & see what happens.
Sometimes the bravest thing we do is stop trying to resuscitate what used to work.
Maybe you’re not broken. Maybe you're just finally too honest to pretend the old way still fits.
The grind, the push, the “how do I write like I used to” mindset? That’s capitalist necromancy. It keeps dragging the corpse of past selves into the present, hoping they’ll perform.
But surrender isn’t failure. It’s rebellion. It’s a full-body “no” to the delusion that our worth is tied to output.
If invoking again means invoking differently—without needing it to be “productive,” “brilliant,” or even “you”—then that’s holy.
Let trust write the next thing. Not pressure.
And if all you do is rest, and breathe, and not pretend to be okay for once...
The rest of my day will be very different than i had planned after reading this. Not sure how, don’t really care how, just resting in the uncertainty of the present moment as a starting place. That’s enuf.
Your reply has my soul relaxing with potent gratitude
Same. Thanks for voicing. Not feeling so foggingly cut off alone, even a tiny sharp-knifed slice, helps. I'll hold onto this, a little talisman of non-lonliness. And a thought just now: maybe the senses you speak of show up in a different way, and you just haven't recognised them as a variation on the same thing. The world is twisting and chaos-fanging and, you and I, we are also inseperable from the world and subjectable to every layer and whim of feel and think. We have to have changed, now I think of it, in all the cognitive dissonance and violence and the pain and growth of new worlds. That yearning you have for your old you? I reckon cling to that, yearn into it, for that's probably where the fission is, the edge of the new version of you, where the you is an amalgam of senses. And remember imagination? That's one of your senses and probably still arcing strong; use it to carve a new sculpture in (and of) the Garden of Beth. Gardeners do that. Artists do that. Seasons do that.
The Garden of Beth……smiling so much it hurts but worth it. Worth re-reading as i have developed a habit of forgetting much of what helps me as I struggle with what DOESNT help me. Sometimes you need a lot of shit to grow a beautiful garden. And my imagination is quite alive & well, it’s just been perforated by the bad actors I used to easily ignore. Thanx for helping me focus & expand my vision & even have fun OH MY! XO.
A number of people, some grouped with “New Age”, describe spiritual “guides”, and several provide techniques to “invoke” them. They also warn about invoking certain “guides” as untrustworthy. What you are doing may be something deeper. There still may be some caution necessary in so doing. Many advisors, both “spiritual” and “worldly”, note that the most important factor is “intention.” Some people want what they are not fully capable of understanding and can use the intimations they receive for purposes other than “the best for all.”
Michael, I hear where you're coming from, and there’s wisdom in the caution.
Invoking anything—spiritual guides, ancestors, inner archetypes—carries weight. Not because these beings are necessarily dangerous, but because we often are unready. We project our hopes, fears, and unresolved junk onto whatever shows up.
But let’s be honest: fear of doing it “wrong” has kept more people spiritually stuck than any rogue spirit guide ever could. Caution is fine. Paralysis isn’t.
You mention “intention” being key—and you’re right. But intention without discernment still gets people lost. That’s why the deeper work is always inner alignment: not just asking for help, but becoming someone who can handle what shows up.
And if the guide that appears isn’t trustworthy? That’s a reflection, too. One worth learning from.
Whoa! This is the magical, mystical post I have read. Thank you for sharing unique, inspirational process that allows us readers to garnish wisdom from your toataly exposed soul.
I always thought they were singing about Mary, Joseph's wife, mother of Jesus (and possibly more kids afterwards?)... Maybe they were beginning to tap into Magdalene Wisdom as well/instead of?
One thing I remember reading, and can kind of relate to, personally, especially back in school with writing assignments: when you're trying to remember something, you often cock your head down, or off to the left or both, as if "reading" records (Akashic?) from left to right (presuming you have that order in your alphanumeric lexicon, of course), but when you're coming up with something creative, especially writing, you tend to cock your head up and off to the right, /as if you were listening to a voice in the distance, and writing down what's being said/. (/emphasis/ mine)
That being said, could it be that all writers, especially writing in first person narrative (if it's fiction, not an actual autobiography) or third person limited (only looking out of one character's eyes, but knowing everything about them), be "tapping into" something like that? Letting that character "do the writing"?
And really awesome actors/actresses? They can do all the research they need for a certain role, they can think "Method Act! Method Act!" all they want, but it's probably not until they step out onto the stage, or in front of a camera, and go, "I AM Hamlet" or "Hercule Pierrot" or "Queen Victoria" or whoever that they seem to nail it?
Would invoking a spirit wouldn't that be witchcraft ? I ordered up my great great grandmother I set her up with a black classic Cadillac devile black she made her entrance at 636 am on a Tuesday I just missed the entrance it was ridiculous ordering up my dead great I don't want to be doing withcraft
Hey Elizabeth, I hear you. The line between imagination, spirituality, and “witchcraft” can feel blurry—especially when we use words like invoking or tulpa. But what you described? That sounds like deep ancestral connection wrapped in a bit of surreal humor and symbolism—not witchcraft in the spooky, spellbook sense.
Invoking a tulpa isn’t about conjuring the dead or dabbling in anything dark. It’s about giving shape and voice to something within you—maybe an inner guide, maybe a creative force, maybe the wisdom of your lineage. You're not doing something evil. You're honoring memory, story, and presence in a way that’s deeply human.
And hey, if your great-great-grandmother shows up in a black Cadillac at dawn? That’s not witchcraft—that’s a flex.
No shame. No fear. Just spirit and story doing donuts in your imagination.
I have to agree with Dawn and Cassandra. This post was EVERYTHING!
Name the force and welcome it in... I love this! This is super helpful.
Oh my goodness, I couldn’t possibly love this more! 🥰😁🙌💕🇨🇦
My Soul..
connection…Realization of Truth.
Mary ❤️🫂❤️
Another coffee today & you'll not rest tonight but yes, thank you, VMB. Gosh, Marshall Dillon, I wanna be like you when I don't grow up.
I love this! When I asked myself, "Who do I need to invoke?" the answer was,"The psalmist. The one who begs and pleads and praises and sings and falls down in the dirt," (which I never do). Wow. And thank you.
Yes. The psalmist isn’t some polished harp-playing saint—she’s the one ugly crying in the dirt with rhythm. When we invoke that voice, we stop curating our prayers and start bleeding them. That’s where the real alchemy happens. Grateful you named it.
—Virgin Monk Boy
So so good! I’ve enjoyed Elizabeth Gilbert’s practice of journaling in which her daily prompt is “Love, what would you have me know today” where Love is the Field in which all is contained and experienced. As I write, words “land” in my inner knowing and I write them down. This deepening of connection to our interior planes seems essential now, for appearances outwardly are batshit crazy and trying to figure that out is a time waster. So why not find some devotional time to unearth what lives through your ancestral knowledge buried like gold in your dna somewhere? I think there’s damn good reason Mary Magdalene is showing up more and more. As the madness increases, she is summoned to assist, to tap on the shoulders of those who can listen to deep truths. She invites a visit in a wooded glade or in the auto body shop. Just listen between breaths.
Wow, what a ride!
No marketing mantra of masterclass here. Just a truth offering. A whole world in a hand chucked over the counter cause you're late for work and "take this!". Years later a couple of saints are watching the rerun and one of them mumbles, "nice catch." And there's still a free latte on your rewards card.
Yes, powerful invocation. Thank you for putting it into words. Mary Magdalene came to meet me out of the blue one day and opened a pandora’s box. She whispered “What you hide has been hidden from you.” I saw instantly how the curse of the 7 deadly sins showed up in myself and my clients every.single. day. as fear, worry, good-girl masks, pain and illness. WTH? I’m not even religious! Reclaiming these sins as purest energy of anger, desire and rest became my vocation. I will now consciously invoke her in my work.
My creative process got drop kicked by COVID 5 years ago & has been in suspended animation ever since, overwhelmed by pain, doctors, disability, meds tried out of desperation & helplessness, life stuck on a brakeless crazy train & a soft gentle disembarkment lies in never-never land far away on the lunatic fringe. FUBAR. Just like most the world it seems sometimes. Where am I is not as important as where did I go?
I have invoked no identity.
Used to be my everyday childhood routine but not a mindless robot procedure, an intriguing, compelling, sometimes exhilarating trip with no destination, just enjoy the ride. People talked to me that no one else could hear.
I miss that. It disappeared when the body collapse showed up & I wasn't me anymore.
Maybe I'm hiding somewhere I haven't heard of. Maybe I'm here but morphed so much I don't recognize myself.
MAYBE I SHOULD INVOKE AGAIN.
Cause this ain't working. Or living vicariously thru other people's writing.
Drop the "how do I do it in this shape, in these conditions? I don't have the energy."
I will rest. Whisper an invocation with no expectations. Resuscitate trust & see what happens.
thank you 🫣
Beth Ann,
Sometimes the bravest thing we do is stop trying to resuscitate what used to work.
Maybe you’re not broken. Maybe you're just finally too honest to pretend the old way still fits.
The grind, the push, the “how do I write like I used to” mindset? That’s capitalist necromancy. It keeps dragging the corpse of past selves into the present, hoping they’ll perform.
But surrender isn’t failure. It’s rebellion. It’s a full-body “no” to the delusion that our worth is tied to output.
If invoking again means invoking differently—without needing it to be “productive,” “brilliant,” or even “you”—then that’s holy.
Let trust write the next thing. Not pressure.
And if all you do is rest, and breathe, and not pretend to be okay for once...
Congratulations. That’s the invocation.
—Virgin Monk Boy
The rest of my day will be very different than i had planned after reading this. Not sure how, don’t really care how, just resting in the uncertainty of the present moment as a starting place. That’s enuf.
Your reply has my soul relaxing with potent gratitude
Same. Thanks for voicing. Not feeling so foggingly cut off alone, even a tiny sharp-knifed slice, helps. I'll hold onto this, a little talisman of non-lonliness. And a thought just now: maybe the senses you speak of show up in a different way, and you just haven't recognised them as a variation on the same thing. The world is twisting and chaos-fanging and, you and I, we are also inseperable from the world and subjectable to every layer and whim of feel and think. We have to have changed, now I think of it, in all the cognitive dissonance and violence and the pain and growth of new worlds. That yearning you have for your old you? I reckon cling to that, yearn into it, for that's probably where the fission is, the edge of the new version of you, where the you is an amalgam of senses. And remember imagination? That's one of your senses and probably still arcing strong; use it to carve a new sculpture in (and of) the Garden of Beth. Gardeners do that. Artists do that. Seasons do that.
The Garden of Beth……smiling so much it hurts but worth it. Worth re-reading as i have developed a habit of forgetting much of what helps me as I struggle with what DOESNT help me. Sometimes you need a lot of shit to grow a beautiful garden. And my imagination is quite alive & well, it’s just been perforated by the bad actors I used to easily ignore. Thanx for helping me focus & expand my vision & even have fun OH MY! XO.
A number of people, some grouped with “New Age”, describe spiritual “guides”, and several provide techniques to “invoke” them. They also warn about invoking certain “guides” as untrustworthy. What you are doing may be something deeper. There still may be some caution necessary in so doing. Many advisors, both “spiritual” and “worldly”, note that the most important factor is “intention.” Some people want what they are not fully capable of understanding and can use the intimations they receive for purposes other than “the best for all.”
Michael, I hear where you're coming from, and there’s wisdom in the caution.
Invoking anything—spiritual guides, ancestors, inner archetypes—carries weight. Not because these beings are necessarily dangerous, but because we often are unready. We project our hopes, fears, and unresolved junk onto whatever shows up.
But let’s be honest: fear of doing it “wrong” has kept more people spiritually stuck than any rogue spirit guide ever could. Caution is fine. Paralysis isn’t.
You mention “intention” being key—and you’re right. But intention without discernment still gets people lost. That’s why the deeper work is always inner alignment: not just asking for help, but becoming someone who can handle what shows up.
And if the guide that appears isn’t trustworthy? That’s a reflection, too. One worth learning from.
—Virgin Monk Boy
Oh, dear lord... X-P
"Caution is fine. Paralysis isn't."
Alek, Virgin Monk Boy, Whoever, where have you been all my life!? :D
(I know, I know; people have been saying this one way or another to me all my days; so why is it resonating now?!)
Whoa! This is the magical, mystical post I have read. Thank you for sharing unique, inspirational process that allows us readers to garnish wisdom from your toataly exposed soul.
This is genuine wisdom as opposed to the intellectual stuff. Thank you so much for writing it.
"When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom:
'Let it be.'"
I always thought they were singing about Mary, Joseph's wife, mother of Jesus (and possibly more kids afterwards?)... Maybe they were beginning to tap into Magdalene Wisdom as well/instead of?
One thing I remember reading, and can kind of relate to, personally, especially back in school with writing assignments: when you're trying to remember something, you often cock your head down, or off to the left or both, as if "reading" records (Akashic?) from left to right (presuming you have that order in your alphanumeric lexicon, of course), but when you're coming up with something creative, especially writing, you tend to cock your head up and off to the right, /as if you were listening to a voice in the distance, and writing down what's being said/. (/emphasis/ mine)
That being said, could it be that all writers, especially writing in first person narrative (if it's fiction, not an actual autobiography) or third person limited (only looking out of one character's eyes, but knowing everything about them), be "tapping into" something like that? Letting that character "do the writing"?
And really awesome actors/actresses? They can do all the research they need for a certain role, they can think "Method Act! Method Act!" all they want, but it's probably not until they step out onto the stage, or in front of a camera, and go, "I AM Hamlet" or "Hercule Pierrot" or "Queen Victoria" or whoever that they seem to nail it?
Would invoking a spirit wouldn't that be witchcraft ? I ordered up my great great grandmother I set her up with a black classic Cadillac devile black she made her entrance at 636 am on a Tuesday I just missed the entrance it was ridiculous ordering up my dead great I don't want to be doing withcraft
Hey Elizabeth, I hear you. The line between imagination, spirituality, and “witchcraft” can feel blurry—especially when we use words like invoking or tulpa. But what you described? That sounds like deep ancestral connection wrapped in a bit of surreal humor and symbolism—not witchcraft in the spooky, spellbook sense.
Invoking a tulpa isn’t about conjuring the dead or dabbling in anything dark. It’s about giving shape and voice to something within you—maybe an inner guide, maybe a creative force, maybe the wisdom of your lineage. You're not doing something evil. You're honoring memory, story, and presence in a way that’s deeply human.
And hey, if your great-great-grandmother shows up in a black Cadillac at dawn? That’s not witchcraft—that’s a flex.
No shame. No fear. Just spirit and story doing donuts in your imagination.
With respect (and a wink),
Virgin Monk Boy
Thanks for your response made me feel lil better and I'm glad you picked up on my comedy
Virgin monk boy your my favorite writer on here I should of stated that down below so you'd know I'm talking about you
I just realized you are one of my favorites to read on here humbles me to have comment from you