The Scribble That Sparked a Song: Magick in the Mess

Last night, I shared a scrap of The Book of the Small on Reddit.
No polished manuscript. No flashy memes. Just a junk mail envelope I used to draft the first chapter, when I should have been sleeping.

I didn’t expect much. I just felt called to post it.
The timing felt right. The book is one day away from being published — and with it being the 121st anniversary of The Book of the Law, I wanted to reach the people who would recognize the formula first.

3,700 views later, someone messaged me asking if they could write a song based on that tiny fragment.

I didn’t set out to inspire anything.
I definitely didn’t expect that.

But maybe the rawest parts of us — the scribbles, the mess, the moments we almost throw away — are what carry the most weight.

Today I watched my son walk around with the stick we use to blow bubbles.
He carried it solemnly from stuffed animal to stuffed animal —
the reindeer with gold antlers — “Blow.”
the ugly little blue monster we call Goo — “Blow.”
the plushie we call Everett — “Blow.”

That’s god damn magick happening.

I had to drop my phone.
Stop refreshing Reddit.
And tell the god damn plushie: “Blow you!”

I’m honored, humbled, and wide awake tonight thinking about it.

What’s something small and messy you’ve shared that ended up meaning more than you ever expected?