On my last night of the festival, I walked the muddy fields by myself. Everyone around me seemed enthralled with the afterglow of the main ritual, the one I’d left early. I felt like I was walking around with a giant fishbowl over me. I could see the Magick others were experiencing, but I couldn’t feel it, myself. This wasn’t new. I was deep into Magickal burnout. I sat in the mud and cried. “Do you want to quit this... Read more