There are over 10,000 Hells, it seems. The Mantises (Manti?) are restless. And the Hyenas are stalking. Fortunately, they’re scavengers, so most of what they stalk is safe as long as it isn’t dead.
You aren’t dead, are you?
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Enochian: EHNB
Last week sometime, I began my Enochian Experiment. I conjured up EHNB.
For those who aren’t in the know, the name of the Enochian Angel EHNB is derived from the “Tablet of Union.” I’m pretty sure the Tablet of Union is primarily from the Golden Dawn, from what I’ve seen on traditionalist Enochian sites. Dee had drawn the Table of Union in the margins of his diary, but had not apparently received it as a specific separate Table to be made as part of your tools. There’s not even any indication that the Great Table was to be literally created. Regardless, the Table of Union, as it has come to be known, is still useful. This is a table that has five columns and four rows. The four names of from the central cross of the Great Table are arranged thusly:
Spirit Air Water Earth Fire Air E X A R P Water H C O M A Earth N A N T A Fire B I T O M The elemental attributes are derived from context clues in the writings. According to DuQuette, EHNB is the Archangel of the the other four Archangels. Within the E of EHNB, Exarp dwells, and within the H of EHNB, HCOMA dwells, and so forth.
When I conjured EHNB, I didn’t have much happen. I didn’t feel a great presence fill the room. For one thing, you have to read the First and Second Calls in Enochian, and for flip’s sake, I might as well have been reading Russian. I had no idea what I was saying, or how to say it right. It was unpleasant. Most of the time when I say my prayers before a ritual, I say them in straght-talk. I don’t do too many thees and thous, except when I’m lighting the candle that represents the light of the First Father that contracted to form the void into which the Word went to work creating….
Anyway, point is, I usually keep it simple and straightforward. I was listening tonight to a talk given by a friend on Angel Magic. I’d post a link, but I don’t know if it’s ready for public consumption. (update: click the link to the left/above.) He talks about how Trithemian magic, which he attributes Enochian magic to as well, is so much easier than Solomonic magic. I started with the Trithemian system, and then applied the lessons learned there to the Solomonic traditions, and had a lot of success. If Michael shows up on a Sunday dawn with “Lord, send Michael to commune with me in this crystal,” then the demons had damned well better hop to at a few words as well. And they do.
So Enochian is definitely different. The First and Second Calls were terrible. I almost laughed at how badly I was pronouncing the words, it was so bad. When EHNB didn’t show up in any discernable way, I wasn’t much surprised. But I listened anyway.
There was a darkness, a void, sort of, but it wasn’t empty. I sensed it above the middle of the SDA. I didn’t know if it was there because the angels that are inscribed on the SDA were empowering it, or if EHNB was there. I figured I’d trust my magic, and with a quick word to my HGA asking for the presence of EHNB, I went ahead with the conversation.
Duquette recommends asking the spirit what it’s scent is, what it’s color is, what its role is, and so on and so forth. I hadn’t paid enough attention to it before preparing to remember all the questions, so I went ahead with my standard Angel thing. “EHNB, reveal to me what Enochian magic will do to draw me closer to God, how I will find a practical application for it as a magician, a child of God made in his image, and reveal the role Enochian magic will have for me.” It’s a lot like what I ask for when working with the archangels of the planets, “Attune my sphere and tell me what I need to know.”
I heard a voice, or many voices speaking in unison, but extremely quietly. The conversation was nothing great or prolonged. It was free of the haughty tones the archangels have with a lot of magicians. There were no scriptural-sounding proclamations or anything. Just a quiet, still small voice having a straightforward conversation. I can’t remember any details, per se; in fact, I’d forgotten the conversation entirely until Fr. POS reminded me of it yesterday.
Because I’m so far behind Fr. POS and Sr. Gimel, I conjured all four of the other spirits that make up EHNB at the same time. I didn’t get much out of each individual, nothing more really than I got from EHNB. I figured Enochian wasn’t that big of a deal after all, and closed out the rite, asking the angels to reveal to me in dreams the roles theyplayed in more detail.
Ever since, I’ve had really incredibly vivid dreams about how everything is united and how time is kept for each thing you do. It’s been really detailed and lucid in the dreams, but the “lessons” weren’t new. I felt sort of ripped off. I went to all that trouble, and all I got was a Vision of Yesod, the mechanical nature of the universe.
Then it all culminated while I was lying down on the couch with my two sick kids last week. I figured I should do something magical for them, because I want them healed, I’m a magician, and I would totally trash any magician who didn’t try to help their kids when they were sick, you know?
I started with a simple chakra visualization I’ve used for years. Green heart-chakra “energy” expanding from my chest and encircling the kids as they laid beside me watching TV. Your basic stuff.
Then WHABAM! Everything made sense. I had a flash of EHNB, Exarp, Hcoma, Nanta, and Bitom encircling me, fillign me, being at one with my will and the will of God and how they were busily doing their jobs maintaining everything (EVERY THING), and yet at the same time waiting for me. I saw everything was made of cubes. It was like pixelation. Each cube was elemental in nature. They all worked together in harmony to make up experiential reality. And then I saw I had a way to move the blocks around.
I “saw” my kids’ hearts, their bloodstreams, their mucous systems, the fluids and blood cells fighting the disease, and I saw the diseases as well, little black cubes in the pixelated world. The immune systems of the kids were working on cleaning out the kids’ bodies. I started helping out the immune systems, getting everything that was already doing its work tuned up and working in better harmony, because it was tired. then I got this nudge, or inspiration, and just started pointing at the cubes of disease and removing them. “Be not.”
The next day, the kids were noticeably better. My daughter had an ear infection one day, and it was at its worst, and then the next day it was just gone. My son is still draining some mucous, but his sore throat’s gone. Neither have any trace of a fever.
So not only is Enochian magic a sweet system, it’s actually useful. My doubts that it would be all vision magic(k) and nothing practical are allayed.
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Political Magic
I mentioned back around election time that I may revisit what I did related to the election.
I removed the hexes against McCain placed by some Nigerians. And others. My goal was to just keep things fair. Plus he’s old, poor fellow.
And for all of you worried about Palin and thinking she’s insane, here she is standing up for a constitutional right to bear arms, and pursuing her hunting hobby. Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness. So people, chill out! What could possibly go wrong?
[Edit: I rejected a comment from someone expressing their very serious concerns about Palin. I guess the picture isn’t obvious enough. I’ll try to make it larger so you can SEE the name plate under the reindeer with the GLOWING RED NOSE. Because the humor is not coming through.]
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Political Magic
I mentioned back around election time that I may revisit what I did related to the election.
I removed the hexes against McCain placed by some Nigerians. And others. My goal was to just keep things fair. Plus he’s old, poor fellow.
And for all of you worried about Palin and thinking she’s insane, here she is standing up for a constitutional right to bear arms, and pursuing her hunting hobby. Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness. So people, chill out! What could possibly go wrong?
[Edit: I rejected a comment from someone expressing their very serious concerns about Palin. I guess the picture isn’t obvious enough. I’ll try to make it larger so you can SEE the name plate under the reindeer with the GLOWING RED NOSE. Because the humor is not coming through.]
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Political Magic
I mentioned back around election time that I may revisit what I did related to the election.
I removed the hexes against McCain placed by some Nigerians. And others. My goal was to just keep things fair. Plus he’s old, poor fellow.
And for all of you worried about Palin and thinking she’s insane, here she is standing up for a constitutional right to bear arms, and pursuing her hunting hobby. Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness. So people, chill out! What could possibly go wrong?
[Edit: I rejected a comment from someone expressing their very serious concerns about Palin. I guess the picture isn’t obvious enough. I’ll try to make it larger so you can SEE the name plate under the reindeer with the GLOWING RED NOSE. Because the humor is not coming through.]
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Happy Holidays
Happy Holy Days, whether they are special to you because the stars have aligned just right or because they are days, and that’s beautiful.
As a Christian Magician, you may expect a reminder that the holiday we celebrate on the 25th has been Officially Taken Over by the Church to celebrate the moment that the Logos stepped down through the spheres and into a mortal coil so that once and for all, creation could celebrate without shame or excuse that we are made in the image of God, by God and for God.
But that would be redundant at this point.
So Merry Christmas to all my brothers and sisters, and Happy Yule, Solstice, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, and for those lighting Dipa for Dupali… What the hell is Dupali?
Happy holidays from Frater R.O., and may you meet some cool Christians.
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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.
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Happy Holidays
Happy Holy Days, whether they are special to you because the stars have aligned just right or because they are days, and that’s beautiful.
As a Christian Magician, you may expect a reminder that the holiday we celebrate on the 25th has been Officially Taken Over by the Church to celebrate the moment that the Logos stepped down through the spheres and into a mortal coil so that once and for all, creation could celebrate without shame or excuse that we are made in the image of God, by God and for God.
But that would be redundant at this point.
So Merry Christmas to all my brothers and sisters, and Happy Yule, Solstice, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, and for those lighting Dipa for Dupali… What the hell is Dupali?
Happy holidays from Frater R.O., and may you meet some cool Christians.
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To all my geek friends
From http://blogs.techrepublic.com.com/project-management/?p=277&tag=nl.e101:
‘Twas the night before Christmas (or “holiday break”)
But I was still working — I kicked off a rake.
Secure shells were placed on my desktop with care,
So no one could sniff what I typed away there.
My clients’ hot issues were all put to bed,
But what those had preempted still caused me to dread.
So I in my bathrobe (’twas cold in that room)
Had just settled down for a long game of Doom.
When out on the WAN there arose such a mess
I thought that it must be a DDoS!
Away to the firewall I flew like Jet Li
Denied all incoming, even SMTP.
But as I more closely inspected each packet,
I realized with awe what was causing the racket:
A download! What format? I couldn’t have known it
But I found it included a textual component:
“Now JavaScript! Perl! Now Python and Ruby!
On Haskell! on Clojure! on Scala and Groovy!
To the Web-facing site, to the edge firewall,
Now bash away, bash away, bash away all!”
The download completed, though I tried to abort,
And a little man popped out a USB port!
His glasses — how thick! His gut — a real softy!
And his beard was all stained with cold pizza and coffee.
He was nerdy and plump, a right jolly old geek,
Though he smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in a week.
He spoke not a word, but went right ahead
He wiped off all Windows, installed *nix instead
The software I’d need, he downloaded it all
(Still using less space than a fresh Win install).
In the USB port he inserted his thumb
And vanished right into it the way he had come
But I heard him exclaim, ere I even had missed ‘im
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good system! -
To all my geek friends
From http://blogs.techrepublic.com.com/project-management/?p=277&tag=nl.e101:
‘Twas the night before Christmas (or “holiday break”)
But I was still working — I kicked off a rake.
Secure shells were placed on my desktop with care,
So no one could sniff what I typed away there.
My clients’ hot issues were all put to bed,
But what those had preempted still caused me to dread.
So I in my bathrobe (’twas cold in that room)
Had just settled down for a long game of Doom.
When out on the WAN there arose such a mess
I thought that it must be a DDoS!
Away to the firewall I flew like Jet Li
Denied all incoming, even SMTP.
But as I more closely inspected each packet,
I realized with awe what was causing the racket:
A download! What format? I couldn’t have known it
But I found it included a textual component:
“Now JavaScript! Perl! Now Python and Ruby!
On Haskell! on Clojure! on Scala and Groovy!
To the Web-facing site, to the edge firewall,
Now bash away, bash away, bash away all!”
The download completed, though I tried to abort,
And a little man popped out a USB port!
His glasses — how thick! His gut — a real softy!
And his beard was all stained with cold pizza and coffee.
He was nerdy and plump, a right jolly old geek,
Though he smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in a week.
He spoke not a word, but went right ahead
He wiped off all Windows, installed *nix instead
The software I’d need, he downloaded it all
(Still using less space than a fresh Win install).
In the USB port he inserted his thumb
And vanished right into it the way he had come
But I heard him exclaim, ere I even had missed ‘im
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good system!
