OK. It’s finished. (A day ahead of schedule, even!)
I can’t claim that I’ve achieved enlightenment or unlocked some higher spiritual plane or that I now have magic powers, but in the last week worth of the final rituals I definitely had an experience that was very meaningful to me. I’ve learned a lot about myself the past six months, I’ve learned a lot more about Judaism than it ever occurred to me to think about before, and I’ve decided to (for now) try attending a few services and continue with the Intro to Judaism class I’m in to decide whether it’s right for me.
Technically, the last step is that I now get to spend the next seven days resting from doing any kind of ritual or elaborate prayers (I’m all prayed out at this point!) and I’m to have a celebratory feast, which I’ll be doing this weekend by taking my mother down to Portland for a belated birthday dinner at a nice old-school steakhouse called El Gaucho. Going forward, in order to keep the “sacred magic” at my disposal I just have to use my prayer room once a week, on the Sabbath, to commune with my angel (I can’t really describe what that feels like but it feels very powerful to me, and I’m fully aware that it’s 100% in my head but that doesn’t change the fact that it feels significant). I get to consider today to be my spiritual re-birthday and every year I’m to celebrate it “as if it were the festival of Tabernacles”.
I can’t say that I got the full experience that someone doing this rite in an earlier era would have, seeing as I still had to go to work and interact with people on a regular basis and hear about the madness that our country has degenerated into while holding my tongue about it and doing my best not to let it get me angry. Maybe if I live long enough to retire in 20 years I’ll do it again and TRULY be a hermit for six months and see if it affects me any differently.
We now return to your regular scheduled programming.