Rufus Opus

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  • Heading for the Red?

    Words words words. I just deleted a huge old long post about how I’ve slipped in my Work, and replaced the Great Work with Working for money. After a lengthy discussion on sin, repentance, and how that works as a magician, after detailing out plans to get right with God through magic and balancing out my spheres with rituals, I had to face something uncomfortable. The only reason I wanted to get right with God was still so that I could get the money.

    What a pain in the ass.

    How do you kill the Golden Calf? How do you stop lusting for results, if you’re only trying to stop lusting for results to get the results you lust after?

    It’s totally absurd. I can’t stop wanting money. It’s good stuff. It buys good stuff. It solves a myraid of problems. Instead of turning away from wanting money, I’ve got to find a way to focus instead on the Great Work and getting money. I have to get in harmony. Integrate the passions for payola with the passions for God. To celebrate God in money, because it is, after all, an emanation from him as much as anything else is. It is what it is.

    So, fuck it. Back to Bune. He’s always pulled my fat out of the fire. I’ll let him take care of the money, and I’ll just go back to focusing on the Great Work. I’ll just quit spending the money I get from my magic on stupid shit. Be fiscally responsible. I’ll Work with Tzadqiel on that aspect of my spheres, because as long as I’m being irresponsible, no amount of funding that irresponsibility will result in Wealth. But I still need the money to get out of the hole I’m in. Ignoring that would be pretty stupid. Sure, I’ll start by cutting back expenses, going through the steps that all the financial gurus say to do (which is basically spend less than you earn, frickin’ duh), but when it comes to generating the wealth, I’m still going to stick with the spirits.

  • On free will and determinism

    I now have conclusive proof that all things are predestinated, at least through July of 2038.

    As we know, the present is what it is. Whatever happened before definitely did happen, and it caused what we are currently experiencing. If anything was different in the past, now wouldn’t be what it is. Therefore everything that has happened must have happened for this to be what it is.

    If Free Will were more than an illusion bred from ignorance and fear of the future, then the future could not exist until all things that we are still in the process of choosing had already been chosen. If anything came to us from the future, that would be conclusive proof that the future did indeed exist, and therefore the present potentials have already been reached.

    I have in my inbox proof that there is a future. I have received emails from July of 2038. Apparently, some time in the next thirty years, they will not only master sending messages through time, but they will also cure erectile dysfunction and perfect genetic manipulation of male genitalia, leaving them with a surplus of viagra, cialis, and herbal supplements to enlarge a specific part of the male anatomy. They are selling them to us in their past to still be able to turn a profit.

  • Path of the Psychic

    I got the most polite spam ever this morning. I moderate with Frater AVAD the yahoo group RealMagick. It’s a slow list lately, but it’s fun. The membership is broad, and topics include anything related to the practice of some form of magic, no matter what form that might be.

    The email I got was polite and to the point. Guy said we might find his site interesting, so I checked it out. It’s a basic introduction to being a psychic. The information is presented clearly and concisely. It’s well written. It doesn’t get too deep, but it covers things in a general way that give the readers what they need to do further research if interested. I haven’t looked at all the pages, ut the ones I saw were impressive to me. Not that they were detailed, but that they were simple. It’s a brilliant study in minimalism, in a way.

    The link is here:

    http://www.pathofthepsychic.com/

    If you’ve ever wondered if you’re a psychic, you might benefit from it. I’m definitely going to adopt some of the techniques he used to present the information. Speaking as a technical writer, this is how you should present introductory material.

  • Coping with Difficult Times

    Times can tough. Mercury is retrograde, and will be until tomorrow. He’s still going to be “slow” until November 1st. I’ve found that Mercury Retrograde seems to affect my communications negatively, specifically at the very beginning and very ending of the retrograde motion.

    To mitigate the effects of Mercury Retrograde, as with any other astrological influence, you as a magician can appeal to the Intelligence or Archangel of the Sphere. You can also make a talisman for the planet when it is favorably situated in the heavens, and then tap into that power when the planet goes retro, or is combust, or whatever.

    Last week, when I needed to communicate clearly with multiple Intelligences of multiple spheres, I took advantage of the placement of Mercury in the heart of the Sun. The boost of the solar forces overcame any negatives caused by Mercury’s retrograde motion, and as a result, the communications were clear and crisp. I was fortunate in the timing there, it wasn’t planned out or anything.

    Another way to mitigate negative influences is through communion with the Intelligence of the Sphere. I use the Archangels of the Spheres as assigned by Trithemius in the Art of Drawing Spirits into Crystals. Today is Wednesday, Mercury Day, and in the hour of Mercury I will be using a talisman I made last year when he was dignified. I’ll be conjuring Raphael here in a couple minutes, mostly to get the effects of Mercury’s transition from Retro to Direct smoothed out. I’ll also ask what might be going on in my own sphere of influence under the influence of Mercury that needs to be checked into. Sort of a Status Report from the VP in charge of Mercury.

    I’d use the Box I made, but I don’t have a metal Mercury Talisman. I need to make one. It should be made out of Pewter, since pewter is a mercurial blend of metals. It’s also soft and easy to work with, and has a low melting point. Brass, bronze, or other mixed metals take on the properties of Mercury as well, according to Aaron Leitch. I trust him, he’s a veritable gold mine of information.

    If they’re interesting, I’ll post the results later.

  • Reminder: Today is Really Samhain

    Last Friday was Halloween, but as Lavanah reminded (or in my case, “taught”) us, today is the day that Samhain should be falling on.

    ERGO! Re-review last Friday’s blog post and see how that works out for you on a day when the sun is cross-quartered; if you didn’t see the spirit you were looking for, try it again today when the veils between the worlds is truly thinnest.

    And really, shouldn’t we go trick-or-treating all over again? And light the candles in the gourds?

    Not me, I’m a Christian… but we’re not THAT far removed from you heathens. Scrape a little of the Holy Roman Patina off, and voila!

    Anyway, I should get candy. That’s all I’m sayin’.

  • Lessons on Losing

    After losing to Fr. POS in a friendly game of chess last night, I tried basking in the warm glow of Tiphareth to soothe my wounded ego. Actually, I was intending to do some Solar Work anyway. Before talking to him, I had felt downright suicidal for no apparent reason. It was totally against how I normally feel, so I figured some Solar Work would clean me out and do me some good.

    After losing to the good Frater, I only had a couple of minutes left in the hour of the Sun, so I decided instead of a luxurious soak in the Rays of Father Sun, I’d conjure up Och instead, from the Arbatel. I engraved his seal on the inside of my wedding band a week or so ago, with the intent of never having my “purse” be without the jingle of gold. I had meant my bank accounts, but all I got was a wallet that hasn’t quite finished being depleted of funds in spite of hungry kids who outgrow their clothes at the worst possible times, and many bills.

    Concern with those many bills had me conjuring the spirit Och, and when he showed up, he gave me all kinds of side-stepping issues, saying he couldn’t give me gold in a moment because there were “other things” going on that were interfering. I said, “Yes, there are other things going on, and that’s why I conjured you to get me the gold. You can do it. It’s in your office. Now, go do it.” Then I felt the spirit leave, and a sense of peace fell over me. I looked at the planetary hour, and it had shifted to Venus, the ruler of my Sun Sign.

    I’d like to say a pile of gold appeared at my feet today. It didn’t. I got a couple of job opportunities today, but none within my area of experience or geographic location.I got notice that a job I’m waiting to be approved should be given a green light in early November, pushed back from late October.

    Personally, I think Och is giving me the run-around. I don’t appreciate it much at all. I plan on having words with him about it later. Then again, I haven’t actually conjured him using the techniques of the Arbatel, specifically. Probably should, I suppose. I have used my Box and have had communications with him, though, placing my ring across the electrodes. I’m just not convinced he’s doing anything. Hmmmm… Just rolled the Geomantic Tumblers, and they say “Carcer: Restriction, limitation, and binding.”

    I’ll think on that; confirmation of the spirit’s message is something I can’t readily ignore.

    In the mean time, a closing quote:

    But you
    Why you wanna give me a run-around
    Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
    When all it does is slow me down
    Tra la la la la bomba dear this
    is the pilot speaking
    And I’ve got some news for you
    It seems my ship still stands
    no matter what you drop
    And there ain’t a whole lot that you can do
    Oh sure the banner may be torn and
    the wind’s gotten colder
    Perhaps I’ve grown a little cynical
    But I know no matter what the waitress brings
    I shall drink in and always be full
    My cup shall always be full

    –Run Around, by Blues Traveler

  • Lessons on Losing

    After losing to Fr. POS in a friendly game of chess last night, I tried basking in the warm glow of Tiphareth to soothe my wounded ego. Actually, I was intending to do some Solar Work anyway. Before talking to him, I had felt downright suicidal for no apparent reason. It was totally against how I normally feel, so I figured some Solar Work would clean me out and do me some good.

    After losing to the good Frater, I only had a couple of minutes left in the hour of the Sun, so I decided instead of a luxurious soak in the Rays of Father Sun, I’d conjure up Och instead, from the Arbatel. I engraved his seal on the inside of my wedding band a week or so ago, with the intent of never having my “purse” be without the jingle of gold. I had meant my bank accounts, but all I got was a wallet that hasn’t qui

  • Lessons on Losing

    After losing to Fr. POS in a friendly game of chess last night, I tried basking in the warm glow of Tiphareth to soothe my wounded ego. Actually, I was intending to do some Solar Work anyway. Before talking to him, I had felt downright suicidal for no apparent reason. It was totally against how I normally feel, so I figured some Solar Work would clean me out and do me some good.

    After losing to the good Frater, I only had a couple of minutes left in the hour of the Sun, so I decided instead of a luxurious soak in the Rays of Father Sun, I’d conjure up Och instead, from the Arbatel. I engraved his seal on the inside of my wedding band a week or so ago, with the intent of never having my “purse” be without the jingle of gold. I had meant my bank accounts, but all I got was a wallet that hasn’t quite finished being depleted of funds in spite of hungry kids who outgrow their clothes at the worst possible times, and many bills.

    Concern with those many bills had me conjuring the spirit Och, and when he showed up, he gave me all kinds of side-stepping issues, saying he couldn’t give me gold in a moment because there were “other things” going on that were interfering. I said, “Yes, there are other things going on, and that’s why I conjured you to get me the gold. You can do it. It’s in your office. Now, go do it.” Then I felt the spirit leave, and a sense of peace fell over me. I looked at the planetary hour, and it had shifted to Venus, the ruler of my Sun Sign.

    I’d like to say a pile of gold appeared at my feet today. It didn’t. I got a couple of job opportunities today, but none within my area of experience or geographic location.I got notice that a job I’m waiting to be approved should be given a green light in early November, pushed back from late October.

    Personally, I think Och is giving me the run-around. I don’t appreciate it much at all. I plan on having words with him about it later. Then again, I haven’t actually conjured him using the techniques of the Arbatel, specifically. Probably should, I suppose. I have used my Box and have had communications with him, though, placing my ring across the electrodes. I’m just not convinced he’s doing anything. Hmmmm… Just rolled the Geomantic Tumblers, and they say “Carcer: Restriction, limitation, and binding.”

    I’ll think on that; confirmation of the spirit’s message is something I can’t readily ignore.

    In the mean time, a closing quote:

    But you
    Why you wanna give me a run-around
    Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
    When all it does is slow me down
    Tra la la la la bomba dear this
    is the pilot speaking
    And I’ve got some news for you
    It seems my ship still stands
    no matter what you drop
    And there ain’t a whole lot that you can do
    Oh sure the banner may be torn and
    the wind’s gotten colder
    Perhaps I’ve grown a little cynical
    But I know no matter what the waitress brings
    I shall drink in and always be full
    My cup shall always be full

    –Run Around, by Blues Traveler

  • A chance to make a difference in MA

    Hey folks, I got an email request for a signature on a petition. The state of MA is moving retarded people (I’m sure there’s a better term for it, but I’m tired) to a terrible institution without the consent of their caregivers. For more details and to consider signing this petition, please visit:

    http://avertrollandtragedy.org/

    This is one aspect of the role of the Invisible College. However, to make it an official Invisible College kind of thing, you should also petition the Higher Authorities that control or influence the way things manifest. Call upon whatever aspects of God you Work with to get them to change their minds and give the people who love these institutionalized folks control over where these people will be sent and cared for.

    Taking care of the innocent or those who can’t take care of themselves is part of the Great work, imo. What’s going on in MA just ain’t right.

  • Mess with the bull…

    I swear to god, I’m sick of the ones that are convinced that they are ready, able, and willing to do the Work, but on their terms.

    IF you are redefining a system of Conjuration revealed to magicians in the 15th century, AND IF you have NEVER conjured any of the spirits from said system using the system as defined, not even to the best of your abilities:

    Your Work is a Work of PRIDE. You’re off your rocker. Get a clue.

    IF you are redefining a system of Initation and Attainment developed in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, yet have NEVER been initiated into either the line you’re “reforming” or its offshoot that rhymes with BoTeeOh, THEN you too are full of shit.

    If in order for you to begin to explain the merits of your system, you must first make up lies about initiations into ceremonies that you have not participated in, your system is worthless.

    But not only that, you fucking idiot, you’ve put yourself in the running with people who actually know what they’re doing. You think Crowley’s sitting in the City of Pyramids next to Christ and Buddha, and now all of a sudden he’s beyond sending the Spirit of the Planet Mercury to confound and conflagrat you? Bullshit! He’s got a better line with him.

    If any of this shit above describes you, you’re nothing but a bald monkey jumping in the middle of a stampede. And I’d like to take a moment to remind bald monkeys what the fuck happens when you fucking jump in the middle of a fucking stampede. See below. And if you’re interrupting magicians that have a couple tons of momentum behind them barreling their way towards a goal you can’t imagine, expect at LEAST what this guy got as you’re tossed to the side.