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  • Modern Angelic Grimoire Presentation

    This post deleted due to some annoying issues I’m having with it. I still need to figure out how to use www.authorshare.com‘s cooler features.

  • Why artists rock

    Do you know why artists rock so hard?

    Me neither. But they totally do. Here’s an example of what an Artist can do with the strangest of materials. I’m talking about my book, the Modern Angelic Grimoire, not the baby. I totally would love to mass produce what she did with this. Thing is I can’t even remember to send out a Spriit Bottle that I’ve had made for a month. It’s in the box with the address… I just ahven’t mailed the effing thing.Sorry, diude, but I’m terrible at online business. If I can’t email it, I get all distracted.

    Well, anyway, the Modern Angelic Grimoire is being put to good use. If you haven’t ordered a copy and want one for yourself, feel free to buy one from me.

    Also, look for the upcoming Modern Goetic Grimoire companion piece. I’m about 3000 words into it, and I fully expect it to be done in a couple of months. Or a year.

  • Holistic Wholeness and Perfect Goodness

    Good news, everyone, I got it! I mean, I got it. I really got it.

    I had an epiphany last night and early this morning. I’ll try not to
    wax all mystical and ecstatic on it, but it was beautiful. It made
    sense of everything. Literally, everything. Birth, life,m death, struggles, woe, time, death, eternity, bliss, joy, it all wrapped up together around 4:30 a.m. in the following. The glyph is the key, ultimately.

    I’m not getting into the boring details at the moment, I’m just going to summarize. I posted this to Ritual Magick, so if you’ve been there, you’ll be wasting your time unless you want to hear me talk more about it. You should be working on this shit. I’ll be coming down with a minor messiah complex for a few days, but I DID do some conjuring in the name of Messiah at daybreak, so hey, what can you expect?

    Anyway, the result of my moment is the following layout for the altar:

    In the center, you place four sealed vessels that have the spirits
    of the Four Kings of the elements bound within, each in their
    appropriate quadrant:

    • South – Mahazael, sealed with the name Uriel
    • North – Azael, sealed with the name Gabriel
    • West – Azazel, sealed with the name Raphael
    • East – Samael, sealed with the name Michael

    Make sure you seal these demons in using something that you can let
    them out if you need them later in your existence, but you want them
    sealed unless they are actively performing something you’ve told them
    to do.

    Around these four sealed vessels, you place the following talismen
    in their appropriate quadrant:

    • South – Uriel~Ariel Talisman
    • North – Gabriel~Tharsis Talisman
    • West – Raphael~Cherub Talisman
    • East – Michael~Seraph Talisman

    These talismen should NOT use the seals of the angels as attributed
    in other grimoires. These are the four elemental Kings, not the
    Archangels of the planetary spheres that share the same names. To
    get the appropriate seal, conjure each of the Elemental Kings
    separately.

    Beside each of the Elemental Kings’ talismen, place the appropriate
    elemental weapon. The wand in the East, the Cup in the North, the
    Knife in the West, and in the South your own personal seal.

    You now have two circles on your altar, the infernal circle in the
    center, and the elemental circle around that. These two spheres
    *are* the material realm, and at the exact same time they *are* your
    personal Sphere as a magician.

    Starting in the South, place 7 planetary Talisman in the following
    order clockwise, 51.429 degrees apart (give or take a hundredth of a
    degree):

    • Moon
    • Venus
    • Jupiter
    • Mercury
    • Saturn
    • Sun
    • Mars

    These are the seven spheres that surround the magician’s sphere.
    These create the table of practice.

    That’s the physical manifestation of the Key. The Lamp should be
    placed outside this circle to the east. The Divine Darkness that
    Dionysius the Areopogate is outside the light.

    The altar is now complete.

    This is what mine looks like:

    As you can see, I’m using the four elemental kings of the Tarot as temporary placeholders for Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel.

  • Working Magicians

    So when I started Rufusopus.com and the blog, I figured I’d get some odd requests, people looking for riches, love, power, revenge, you know, all the shit in the grimoires.

    I’ve gotten my fair share of those things, mostly from people in Africa, South America, and the Phillipines, where people know what magicians are supposed to be able to do.

    Some pet peeves I have managed to gain:

    Make me 10X more Pow’rful!

    “Will you just do magic to make me a powerful magician like I used to be when I was 16? Ever since I hit 27 and moved back home with my mom, it’s been like the magic’s gone.”

    NO! You do the Magic, you get the power. And what you had when you were 16? That was “sex appeal to 15 year old girls.” That’s all over now. Grow up.

    What surprises me is how many people are like this. I’m picking on one dude, but really, he’s not alone. People had this great role playing thing going on with their occulty friends in their teens, and everyone was a reincarnated astral warrior fighting demons. And nothing happened. And they couldn’t figure out why. And now they want a real magician to make them back into their old characters. Grow the Eff Up.

    Bossy Beggars

    Please! I am on bended knee and contemplating suicide! Help your brother I am counting on you! Get me business in my store. Send your spirits to get me $10,000 by Friday. I sent you four emails yesterday telling you what I wanted, why haven’t I gotten it yet? Waiting for your reply.

    I understand when you’re in a fix you need immediate attention. I understand that you think I’m sitting around doing nothing but waiting for opportunities to do magic for people. I know you think you’re doing me a favor by giving me an opportunity to do magic for you for free. But I have three kids and a spouse who hasn’t worked in 9 years. My father in law is going in for open heart surgery. I have a job I work at for 50 hours a week. I have a lawn to mow, cars to fix, and bills to pay. These things take time. My magic has been relegated to a part-time pursuit. When I have time for it, fixing your bad business decisions isn’t that high on my list of things to do. Don’t get snitty with me.

    The Quaking Pseudo-Noob

    Gee, Mr. Opus, I’ve been practicing for years, but I haven’t got a blog and I’m not published, so even though I’ve conjured more spirits than you know exist, I’m still all nervous about talking to you.

    This isn’t a pet-peeve as much as it is a shock. I’m no expert. Every time I think I know more than I do, God provides people like Jason or Optimystic or someone like that to remind me of the depth of my ignorance. I tend to think I’m a Goetia expert because I’ve Worked with 18 spirits from the Lemegeton’s Goetia. Then I meet people who have gone much deeper into their research and practice, and I find out that ok, I’ve worked more than most people, but I’m still a ways away from being an expert.

    So if you’re nervous about talking to me about something because you think I’m special, I’d just like to remind you that I’m not. I’m a magician like you.

  • The first guy I knew who was a mother

    In my youth, I was homeless for a while, hitch-hiked across the states for a while, and lived on an organic commune for a while. While I was there, I met some uber-neo-hippies, and this one was a white kid with dreads who lived in Maui in the national parks, and in Nicaragua in the rain forrest for a while, just living off the land and being one with nature.

    This guy stank. Big time. What holds white-people’s dreads together? Dirt. Dirty dirt. Smelly dirty dirt. It’s not cool, it’s just dirty.

    But he had this scar on his shoulder. It was about the size of a nickel. While he was sleeping in the rain forrest, a little bug came along and used its numbing saliva to render the insertion of its eggs under his skin painless. It deposited a few eggs in his back, and flew merrily away. The dude… ok, he had issues. But he let them incubate in his flesh and hatch. They burst through his skin painlessly, he claimed, and flew away. He said he felt like he had given birth. Only his babies were bugs.

    I had started this post to be about the anger thing. However, Jack Faust recently posted a link to an article about the holographic culture we live in. Some hippy who lives in Central America was going on about how Americans are stupid and live in a bubble. I responded that there’s nothing better that anyone has to offer, and questioned the validity of the opinion that we should return to living in dirty grubby nature. Jack suggests that it’s better to get back in touch with Nature. I’d like to offer the above anecdote as a major reason to appreciate our alleged disconnect from Nature.*

    When humanity was supposedly in tune with nature, we died young. The main reason for this young death was insects. Filthy nasty germy insects. They suck. They swim up your urine stream and block your urethra. They lay eggs in your flesh. They carry malaria and plague. Insects are the dominant species of the planet.

    People who advocate returning to nature to get back in touch with their alleged role in the planet’s ecosystem have forgotten the basics. Jack accused me of being a yuppie. I don’t have a problem with that. I’m kind of flattered with the “young” part of Yuppie. Yuppies recycle more, buy more hybrid vehicles, and generally contribute less to the destruction of the planet than your average college student, after all. We bathe more regularly too.

    Having actually lived on a commune where I was very much a part of an agrarian subculture, living in tune to the seasons and phases of the moon, living dirty, living grubby, I can attest that soap ROCKS. Insecticide? ROCKS! Clean house, nice clothes, central heating and air conditioning? They all ROCK! They rock out loud. Maybe I appreciate these things more for having been a part of the alternative life cycle than the average American, but so what? Who says living dirty and dying younger of infections caused by insects is a better option than living longer and being out of tune with Nature? Some hippy? Fuck him. I’m eating me a Ho-Ho. Mmmm.

    *I say alleged because we aren’t really disconnected from Nature. As Hermetic Magicians, we know that the Archetypal Man took on human flesh out of Love for the Image of God. We are mortal for Love’s sake. We are part and parcel of Nature. We aren’t separated. As such, everything we make out of nature, every adaptation of nature, every chemical, plastic, landfill-filling item we discard is, technically, Natural. We can’t get out of touch with Nature any more than we can decide to stop having bowel movements. As long as the heart beats, the blood flows, the brain fires electrical impulses through tubes of water matching the salinity content of the ocean, we are very much natural beings. Cars, planes, computers, and global warming are natural. Being out of tune with the planet’s cycles is natural. Whatever “solutions” we come up with to address whatever “man-made problems” we created are going to be natural too.

  • Famed Physicist Schedules Appointment With God

    Well, folks, it’s about that time again. The scientific community will lose a great mind, but the new age believers of the future will have someone they can claim to have been in a past life.

  • Anger Management

    I’ve gotten some interesting comments on the Anger Magitude post, and I’m thankful to everyone for their comments. They are constructive and helpful.

    I’m going to continue to Work with Mars on eliminating my anger issues. I’ve had similar issues in the past, and Martial work eliminated the symptoms, and I was fine for a while. When the triggers manifest again though, the path of least resistance is rage.

    The point for me is to Work with Mars until everything that is anger-related is so pure that there is no room for unrighteous wrath.

    The thing is though, “unrighteous” implies that there is a “righteous” wrath. In the Bible, Paul writes, “in your anger, sin not,” saying that anger itself isn’t a sin, it’s the things you do when you’re angry that can be sinful.

    In the modern Western world, the same general approach is taken. Scientists and Psychologists are quick to point out that Anger is a Survival Mechanism(tm), and that the released hormones help us in the fight or flight response. Her’s a sample definition of Anger from angermgmt.com:

    Anger is a natural human emotion and is nature’s way of empowering us to “ward off” our perception of an attack or threat to our well being.

    Check the people they show on the web site. Five people, black woman, white guy, black guy, oriental guy, and a white woman, all smiling, relaxed, and dressed business professional. Obviously EVERY successful person, regardless of race or gender, knows the secrets on this page, right?

    Because we accept Anger as a natural force, a natural reaction in our modern culture, the types of techniques for managing anger treat the symptoms. From a Christian Counseling page:

    • Consciously determine to be calm. Don’t react, think! Remember your goals and respond appropriately. Choose to remain calm!
    • Communicate. When someone upsets you, tell them. Calmly talk to them about how you feel about their words or actions. Learn to express yourself better — clear and composed. Choose to!
    • Remove yourself from the scene until you can respond without anger.Your success will not happen overnight. Take it one step at a time, one day at a time. Remember to relax. Relaxation exercises or music can be helpful. Keep in mind you can reach out to someone you trust for help. Choose to!
    • Frequently take time for yourself. Do something you enjoy like walking in the park, swimming, reading the Bible, or seeing a feel-good movie. Do something nice for someone you admire. It’s okay to feel good about yourself. Choose to!
    • Look for the positives. Don’t dwell on the negatives. “Don’t sweat the small stuff.” Learn to be forgiving. This is difficult, but we need to start by learning to forgive ourselves!

    Similar stuff can be found in different words below:

    My favorite is the “Using Humor” part of the last site above. “Picture yourself a God or Goddess; the idea that you could be such a thing is so FUNNY you won’t be angry…” Yeah right, he don’t know magicians very well, do he?

    But anyway, the basic point of each is summed up in this statement:

    The goal of anger management is to reduce both your emotional feelings and the physiological arousal that anger causes. You can’t get rid of, or avoid, the things or the people that enrage you, nor can you change them, but you can learn to control your reactions.

    Meanwhile in the Buddhist Orient, there’s another interpretation. The very definition of Anger in Buddhist is completely different and presupposes a universal view that is so radically different from the modern West’s view of the Mind that there is no easy reconciliation:

    Anger is a deluded mind that focuses on an animate or inanimate object, feels it to be unattractive, exaggerates its bad qualities, and wishes to harm it.

    That’s from the “Anger Management Techniques.org” web site. As you can see, the fundamental approach is different. A deluded mind. Here they teach that the source of anger is something else too:

    Anger is a response to feelings of unhappiness, which in turn arise whenever we meet with unpleasant circumstances. Whenever we are prevented from fulfilling our wishes, or forced into a situation we dislike – in short, whenever we have to put up with something we would rather avoid – our uncontrolled mind reacts by immediately feeling unhappy.

    Ok, honestly, the West has understood that part pretty well too. They’re like, it’s pride, dude, self-centered, narcissistic pride that leads to anger. How could something like THIS happen to ME!!!?

    Anyway, still, neat stuff.

    The other main reason we become unhappy and angry is because we are faced with a situation we do not want or like. Every day we encounter hundreds of situations we do not like, from stubbing our toe or having a disagreement with our partner, to discovering that our house has burnt down or that we have cancer; and our normal reaction to all of these occurrences is to become unhappy and angry. However, try as we might, we cannot prevent unpleasant things happening to us. We cannot promise that for the rest of the day nothing bad will happen to us; we cannot even promise that we shall be alive to see the end of the day. In samsara we are not in control of what happens to us. (Emphasis added by RO.)

    So how does the Buddhist deal with anger? What are their anger management techniques? Let me tell you, they are a lot different than the ones listed above from Western sources. Lots of my free-will believing readers are going to puke at the thought of what’s about to come, but to this neo-Calvinist, it was pure honey:

    Since it is impossible to fulfil all our desires or to stop unwanted things happening to us, we need to find a different way of relating to frustrated desires and unwanted occurrences. We need to learn patient acceptance.(From here.)

    WHOAH! How many people read that and were like, “Fuck that!”? PAtient Acceptance of shit that pisses ME off?

    It gets worse:

    In reality most of our emotional problems are nothing more than a failure to accept things as they are – in which case it is patient acceptance, rather than attempting to change externals, that is the solution.

    Yep. You see, they aren’t justifying anger as a natural response, instead they are placing the entire responsibility for your reaction to events you don’t like squarely on YOU. Because you’re a big baby who can’t take reality without throwing a temper tantrum.

    They understand what we’re trying to grasp in the Great Work, that it’s MIND that forms reality, and everything else is symbolic. Cool stuff. I highly recommend reading every page on that Buddhist site. It’s much more in alignment with the teaching of the Corpus Hermeticum, and the teachings of Christ (not Paul). It doesn’t advcocate doing nothing or not taking pragmatic steps to get out of bad situations either, it’s not stupid.

    So making it a bit more personal, the reason I’m hooked on anger is because I made room for it. I use it as a way to filter out things that I would need to Work on, that is, I use it so I don’t have to patiently accept what I have to deal with in samsara, the manifest world.The Buddhist perspective offers a way out of the cycle. The Western methods offer bandaid solutions, treatments of symptoms. The Buddhist solution is much more in keeping with Hermetic values. The modern Western methods are not.To me, it seems like a simple choice.

  • More Magitude

    So, following up on Monday’s success, Tuesday night I conjured Kammael of Mars in a similar way to that performed with Gabriel Monday night. I spoke with him more, as I’ve been having anger management issues lately.

    He explained what was going on, and again I “saw” an entity wrapped around me, a black evilness that had become attached. This time it wasn’t as squid-like. It was more scorpionish, or insectoid. It didn’t just let me go, either. Instead its appendages were burried in my symbolic flesh, and they were barbed. The weird thing was that they weren’t like piercing me and causing harm as much as they were embedded in the flesh. My symbolic flesh in the vision had welcomed the evil spirit of self-righteous indignation, made room for it, and grown around the barbs in a way that they couldn’t just be removed without causing damage.

    Obviously I’m attached to my anger. I like it. Or at least I perceive that I like it. That’s the trouble with this kind of Work, differentiating between the subjective reality and the subjective interpretation of the subjective reality.

    This time it wasn’t nearly as easy to release the evil thing. It is still with me, and I can sort of sense it at any given moment. It feels a lot like an addiction, like that ever-present anxiety you feel when you consider quitting something you’re addicted to. Nicotine addicts will likely understand me better than most, but I’m sure a few pot heads who’ve had to face down their jones will grok what I’m talking about too.

    IT’s kind of a weird way to Work with this kind of thing. Usually, when I need help with an issue, the spirit just appears and then the issue is gone, as if by MAGIC. This is taking a bit more effort on my part. I’m thinking it’s only taking more effort because I like the rush I get from anger. It’s not the kind of thing I’m happy liking though, so it shouldn’t be too hard to get over. A change of heart is in order, and that’s a relatively simple thing to arrange with the powers that be.

    But again, I found a lightening of my attitude as soon as I performed the rite. I found myself laughing and carrying on in ways I hadn’t in a while.

  • Magitude

    I had an attitude adjustment Monday night. Don’t know what happened, exactly, but I can speculate.

    I was falling asleep, and I remembered I was feeling glum about not doing enough magic lately. I got this overwhelming “It’s time” feeling/thought that sort of pushed down on my body as I laid there. Looking back, I recognize it as the same feeling I get at Church during the worship service (pentecostal) or during the Transubstantiation (Catholic). It’s this warm bath-of-Spirit.

    At the time, my reaction was, “Sigh, oh what the hell.” I remembered it was still technically Monday, and I believe it happened to be in the hour of the Moon. I decided to conjure Gabriel, and do a little Lunar Work. I went “up” through the elemental spheres into the Lunar realm, met Gabriel, showed him the Silver Key (his seal) and asked for admittance and further initiation into the Sphere of the Moon in the Name of Shaddai El Chai.

    Some stuff happened. Fishy-depths visuals, your basic transformation revelations, lots of scenes from The Big Blue, coral, jellyfish, clownfish, and yeah, it was like a scene from Nemo, but darker. Not as sunny-bright.

    Next day at work, I noticed how people had REALLY shitty attitudes, and how my own had sort of conformed to theirs. In contemplation, I analyzed where it came from in my thoughts and expectations, took a look at where my desires weren’t meshing with the manifestation of God’s Will, and took soime minor, mostly symbolic corrective action. The results were immediate. I found myself leading a meeting, which isn’t the kind of thing you’d expect to be doing after a Water ritual. At least, not me.

    But I was thrust into a leadership role the next day, and inuited my way through it, finding common ground, avoiding bitter cynicism, and generally not being a bitter bastard. People walked away from a rough meeting (rough because all the deliverables are late and getting later, and there’s nothing we can do now about it) feeling like they were part of a team, knowing what they had to focus on that day and the rest of the week, and who to reach to get the info they needed. It was a pleasant change from the usual diaspora that follows our meetings.

    Later on, I kicked some upper-crust executives out of their “Executive Steering Committee” meeting, which is generally a poor career move. The suits all tend to look the same after a while, and I mistook the air of executive authority the bald suit was exuding as your basic prickness, so I sort of pricknessed him back and got my snotty admin attitude a bit. I’m not perfect.

    But in general, I’ve noticed a much more positive flow to my expectations since the recent Lunar Work. One of the things I remember was the feeling of some black evil shit dissolving from around me in the depths of the sea. slippery slimy tendrils releasing me, like escaping from a black shadow-squid. Or being let go, rather. It definitely wasn’t an escape. More like, “ok, you can let go now,” and it was all, “ok, talk to you later.” There was a familiarity with it, like it was an old friend and partner in my life. As I think about it, yeah, I have some evil phases on occasion, I can be a bit of a bitter bastard once in a while. It makes sense that I’d have a familiarity, a working relationship with being a pessimist.

  • Fucking Musicals and Shit

    Stupid POS posted that frumpy housewife video of the British lady singing the song from Les Mis, and then I wanted to listen to “Do you hear the people sing,” and “Red and Black,” and then I just sort of got lost in youtube, listening to all kinds of musicals.

    I had planned on doing something useful. I stayed up the other night (yes, all night) watching the anime movie Gankatsuou. It’s the story of the Count of Monte Christo by Alexander Dumas, but told in sci-fi anime from Albert’s perspective, rather than the Count’s. It’s, uhm, well… It’s 24 made-for-TV episodes, each about 25 minutes long. Yes, that’s 10 hours, and yes, I watched the whole thing in one night. And then went to work without sleep for another ten hours, because it was already 7:00 in the morning, and if I’d gone for a nap, I’d have gotten fired.

    I’m 35, almost, and have two point five kids. Men like me aren’t supposed to be doing that kind of thing, staying up all night watching cartoons.

    So I crashed when I got home, and woke up wide awake at 3:00 am, ready to piss and do something useful. Instead I ended up watching musicals on youtube, and it’s all POS’ fault.

    So, thanks, Frater mi, you continue to help in mysterious ways.

    Musicals. What is it about them that sucks me in the way they do? It’s drama, it’s music, it’s passion plays… They’re ridiculous, in many ways, but at the same time they’re beautiful. They express raw human emotions, not just the little ones, but the most terrifying, awe-inspiring human character traits that are formed by the emotions, and they examine how that trait can affect a life in magnified, grandiose ways. They capture the drama of our lives and make being human look interesting.

    I mean, take the song from Les Mis, “Do you hear the people sing.” Listen to the lyrics, the music, ignore the hand gestures, the facial expressions, those are awesome on stage, but in a song like that, it looks weird. It’s an anthem of liberty and revolution. Now watch this version. It puts it into a perspective that we can too easily forget. It’s not a song capturing the passions of the French Revolution, it’s capturing the IDEAL of the best quality of Revolution. The world has seen it in France, America, China, the Soviet Union, seen it done through capitalism and communism, seen it put in action to accomplish good and evil, in both economic and social systems. No mattter how it turned out, you know that THIS was what they were trying to do.

    What is it about a musical that can get into a grown man’s mind? I think it’s that we can see our own petty dramas expressed in ideal form. I mean, when I think my boss is being a prick for expecting me to show up every day by 9:00 wearing the dress code the way we’re supposed to, and I’m bitching about it to my friends, it’s fucking petty. But in my own eyes, I’m singing the anthem of the oppressed of the world, you know? Ridiculous.

    Relating all this to magic, I think we find in the musicals the same things we find in our pursuit of the Great Work. The meaningless trivialities of our daily lives fade into obscurity, and we remember for a moment that Being Human should be capitalized. We see the value in the feelings we share, we see for a moment that there is more to life than what it looks like, and that we are not alone in our moments of triumph or despair.

    I guess that’s the goal of all theater, film, and art in general. Magic itself is also an Art, as some have noted. Each ritual is a passion play, we are drawing down the Intelligences that embody the primal source of the things we experience, removing for a moment the cheap and paltry manifestations of that Ideal for long enough to experience it, learn from it, become initiated into the fullness of that Ideal so that we can live lives that channel it into our daily activities more purely, enriching our own lives and those of all who come into contact with us.

    Maybe musicals demonstrate to us that there is something intrinsically beautiful that can be found in our own lives, that the feelings we have can be put to music, in metered rhyme, and can be made to be holy, noble, Ideal. Maybe that’s what a lot of what we do with magic is all about too.