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Tag: Goetic

Tag: Goetic

  • Shifting Gears on Goetia

    Ok, so after years and years (and years) of RO bashing Demon Magic, I’m shifting gears. It would be fairly typical for me to say, “I changed my mind, I was wrong” and dive right in, fuck the consequences, but that’s not where I’m at.

    See, the reason I stopped doing Demon magic is because it’s dangerous. It works really well, but there’s little room for error. For example, if I go to Raphael and ask him to bring me wealth in the amount of $4,000 by the end of the month, by any means necessary, as long as no one in my family got hurt, he immediately starts leading me in my mind through the means necessary to get what I need. He shows me what I have that is of value already, and demonstrates the means necessary to make the difference within the time constraints.

    Bune simply said, “yes, I will do that,” and a week or so later a faulty regulator caused a gas build up that flamed out and caught some stuff on fire that I’d left too close to the water heater. My first check from the insurance company was for almost exactly the amount I needed, a little more in fact.

    While everyone got out alive and unharmed, and technically no one in my family was hurt, the stress was terrible. My ex about had a break down. My kids were fine, except for when their mom and I fought as a result of the stress. It was one of many times in the relationship we nearly got divorced, but I did magic to save the relationship, and we made it through that storm.

    And I promised her I wouldn’t do any more demon magic. It works, very well, and I really wanted to go deeper into it. I wanted to figure out if he could make a house fire, what else could he do? I mean that kind of manifestation is pretty damned awesome, if it can be contained and channeled properly. But I felt it was too risky. I didn’t have room to fuck up, I had kids and a wife to protect and support.

    A couple weeks ago, my ex and I separated. In May I started a new job, making  a ton of money, but working 16-hour days. I dropped a lot of the Kingdom Maintenance magic I had been doing, including the stuff that was keeping my relationship afloat. I might write a post about that some time, but not now.

    As a result of these changes, I’m free to go back to the figuring out the demon magic I was practicing before.

    However, I’ve learned a whole lot in the two years since doing that kind of magic, and I have a better understanding of how magic works in general. Effective magic is done in a balanced way, Working with the spirits of the celestial, terrestrial, and chthonic in a coordinated effort. I’ve been working with spirits of the dead and genii loci, and various elementals who aren’t entirely demonic for the last couple of years, and I’m looking forward to including the demons in the mix again. I’m planning a series of rites to get back in the swing of things, conjuring the spirits to learn and get some minor assistance here and there, and then move onto more specific manifestation stuff.

    But first I’m planning a full Hermetic Retreat.

  • Modern Goetic Grimoire, Available Again

    Ok, so due to some recent experiences, I’m re-releasing the Modern Goetic Grimoire. It’s a record of my personal practice in the Lemegetton’s Goetia, my approach, my understanding, my experiences with the spirits, and the results.

    Long time followers of my blog know that when I did some bad magic* with Bune for some quick cash, he burned my house down, and I got a little bitter. The first insurance check was almost the exact amount I told Bune I needed. the magic worked. I just REALLY didn’t like how it worked. Because it threatened things I thought were important.
    I’ve realized recently that a lot of what I thought mattered didn’t, after all. Weird shit to go through, I tell you what. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
    But in light of recent experience, I’ve come to realize that there wasn’t really anything wrong with what happened. I just didn’t like it. It was “evil,” because it was “shit that sucked.” But shit sucks anyway, magic or no. 
    So if you buy it and use it, know that:
    A) It worked great for me, really, really great, except I didn’t like it.
    B) You get what you ask for. That’s not always a good thing.
    C) It’s not safe. The techniques I provide offer a buffer, but they don’t keep you from being stupid.
    I’m pasting the Buy Now buttons for Google and Paypal here below, but it can also be purchased on my eBooks page. The cost is US$12.95.

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    * Bad magic in that it was desperate, and poorly phrased on my part.

  • Goetic Dreams?

    So after last night’s rituals, I expected some kind of weird, post apocalyptic dreams.

    I got the mayor of New Orleans, the Dem and the Rep Presidential Candidates, in my house instead. Ok, still weird dreams, but nothing apocalyptic. McCain seemed like he had Alzheimers. Obama was just too eager to please, and generally disgusted that I wouldn’t fall under his sway. Mayor Nagen was trying to get money by contracting out repairs on our house without our consent. He was using a law that had recently passed, intended to bail out the housing slump, to push federally mandated repairs on the house, but my spouse had all the paperwork to prove we were exempt, and the mayor wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t make eye contact, he talked too fast, and seemed really … slimy.

    Obama wouldn’t stop making eye contact, like those paintings where the eyes are painted looking directly forward that look like they’re always following you around. And McCain was surrounded by too many bustling “flappers,” that he couldn’t have maintained a train of thought, let alone eye contact.

    Then I was riding a girl’s bike with high handlebars. I had to pedal really fast up hill to get anywhere, and there was no gear shift. The handlebars were like chopper handlebars, but they went straight up so my arms were really uncomfortable. And of course, I was too big for it. Then I went around the block and came down the hill on the street parallel, and almost ran into this bitchy neighbor that was a conglomeration of several bitchy moms that I know of at our real-life elemetary school, and she said something snide, and I was like, “Do you REALLY think I want to be on this bike?” She got offended and ended up taking her too-many kids in the house.

    It was weird, alright, but not really post-apocalyptic. After last night’s dream, I think I actually trust Obama more. He at least seemed sincere in his desire to want my vote. Not that he represents me, my values, or my goals in life, necessarily, just that at least he came across as honestly wanting me to like him. McCain was just out of it. Lost, befuddled. I felt sorry for him. He seemed like he was on some kind of drug, like the Ism from that video Mike Rock posted the other day. His retainers kept him dopey and distracted enough so he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to me, but they didn’t want him to have enough time to really see where he was at either. Bah. Political dreams. Weird shit. At least there were no scary clowns or three-foot Santas.

    But it wasn’t particularly Goetic. I had conjured Ga’ap, alias Tap, and had a good conversation with him. The rite went really well, and I asked him to send me a dream if I needed more information. Either I forgot a dream, or I didn’t need more information.

  • The Bune Radio

    Ok, so Fr. POS wrote about playing rock music for his Goetic compatriots as a reward. [Edit: It wasn’t his idea, I don’t think, it was HIS GAL‘s idea; she gets a lot of groovy ideas. It was a conversation wtih her that resulted in the Box I made.]

    Since I’m on a bit of a Mad Scientist binge lately, and because I had a clock radio that no longer clocked but still radioed, I took his idea and made a Bune Radio.

    I took apart the clock and removed all the components related to the clock part that didn’t work anymore. (I found residue of spilled something in the terminals and a lot of corrosion, and instead of cleaning it, I fried the clock trying to figure out how the LEDs worked; lesson learned: don’t use a 9V battery to test lights that run on 4VAC. Sigh.)

    Left with just the radio, I wired a copper Bune seal in line with the wires going to the speakers. I tuned it to a rock station, and played it for a while. Then I explained that when he gets me a specific dollar amount, I’d play it as a reward for a specific period of time.

    I’m also thinking I could use it as an audio-scrying device. I can tune it between stations and get some good white noise going on, and observe what I “hear” coming through.

  • Goetic Kings

    As I commented before, I learned a lot about how engraving seals of spirits gets them into your sphere. What I didn’t realize at the time was that when you are dealing with Goetic spirits, you don’t leave them around with nothing to do. Because they will be themselves. It’s important to remember that “idle hands are the devil’s work shop.” Or however the cliche goes.

    So I made these 9 seals for someone. The seals turned out beautifully, and I wrote all about how wonderful it is to get to know the spirits by drawing their seals. Beautiful, useful, intelligent stuff, if I do say so myself. I wrote in detail about how when you draw the seal, you have begun to conjure the spirit. The spirit is there.

    But I didn’t think about what it means to have a Goetic King hanging around with nothing to do. They were themselves. The one that can bring a man all the love he desires until he’s had enough, Beleth, also happens to be adept at starting fights between lovers when she’s not busy. (Or he. I’m pretty sure it’s a she. I get this vision of a harpy, smirking to Herself, like a Sugmad bird.)

    So one day it hits me, there’s some serious shit going on in my life. I never have shit. Well, I actually have a lot of shit to deal with. Rather frequently; the unpleasant side effects of living in a physical body that happens to be run by a paranoid psychotic who lives only for the pleasure of the moment. I’m talking about the Nephesh, not “me” the Ruach. I’m pretty much perfect, it’s that crazy bastard under the hood that freaks me out.

    But there was more shit on the road than usual, and the nut driving wasn’t dealing with things very well. The Nephesh is lost in a fit of road rage that’s left him blind from the froth spattering his face as he swears incoherently at other drivers, it’s pouring down rain, and there are potholes the size of minivans in the road. While I’ve been sitting there in the back seat, carefully polishing these nifty talismans, finding a nice cigar box to ship them in, writing long emails of advice and warning to the buyer, I’m literally driving on the fucking railing, and did I mention there’s a thousand foot sheer drop just past the railing? All of a sudden, I wake up and smell the shit burning.

    So yeah, you betcha, I called my HGA. It hit me during of deep meditation. I was in one of my frequent moments of pure Zen, when I realized that I REALLY needed to talk to HGA. You know, deep in trance. My consciousness was in perfect equilibrium, not knowing, not thinking, just being. Finding Dhayana, achieving complete harmony with the celestial spheres…

    Ok, so I was playing Guitar Hero. It might at least have been Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas, but I don’t really remember. Anyway, I sat up straight(er) and hit pause. (Didn’t want to ruin my 100% streak.) Closed my eyes to slits until just a touch of light filtered through. Took my consciousness through the back door escape hatch and entered the Astral Temple.

    “HGA?” sez I, conjuring him by Name.
    “Yo?” he answered in all his transcendental wisdom and resplendent Glory.
    “WTF!?” sez I.
    “Demons, fool!” He graciously aswered.

    Ok seriously, I conjured my HGA, and he showed me what was going on, showed me that I knew better, pointed out the damned blog post that I had said what was happening to me would happen to the careless magician and everything. He also showed me some pictures, and this is where it gets meaty.

    So I had these Nine Spirits hanging out. (Nazgul much? No thanks, I’m trying to quit.) They were bored, they reverted to their natural inclination. Driving people nuts with distractions from the world. HGA shows me how they’re these… blobs of undirected forces in my life. They were mushing me, prodding my sphere by their presence near me.

    And he sez, “Put them to Work.”

    Ok, sez I, I can do that. And I get this vision. I’m at the center. There’s this greenish background, like the color of a mini-golf green. Only it’s like it’s behind a sheet of smoked glass, or like some graphic artist had inserted a layer of barely opaque black over the top of it, and I was standing in the middle. Around me facing outwards were the Nine Kings of the Goetia. If you’ve see The Dark Crystal, it was like that. Me and HGA were in the center, and they were radiating outward.

    It was sort of like the picture above, looking down. It was more like the picture below, from a side view.

    So that’s what he was telling me to do. Put a circle of the Nine Goetic Kings around me. Then I got this other vision. Like the picture above, seen from the top down, but from each of the Kings extended their servants. Every spirit under their control was lined up, radiating outward. It was really cool.

    Ok, sez I, I’m not about to do a full conjuration of nine Goetic Kings, no friggin’ way. And certainly not all at once, that’s just plain stupid. I’ve got enough shit to deal with just from drawing their seals. Also, I’m right in the middle of this song, and my Ring of Solomon’s all the way in the other room with the silver pentagonal figure…

    “No. Now.”

    Clear and to the point, HGA doesn’t let me off the hook. “Ok,” I think at him, “but no way I’m doing this alone.”

    “Never; never have, never will.”

    So we conjured all nine Kings, gave each specific instructions, and lined them all up. It took a while. There was no stink, the Kings were amiable enough. They seemed to settle into the … right … places. Weird to explain. And everything has worked out perfectly since then, with no massive adaptation to having this kind of force around me all the time. Of Course.

    Now, for fun, superimpose a Tree of Life over that side-view image up there, with Tiphareth at the top of the column. The base of the column rests in Malkuth. The Nine Kings are nestled right at Yesod. Neat huh? That wasn’t even on purpose.

  • Thar be Gold in them thar Grimoires, Arrrrrrr…

    Pirate treasure hunters. For the duration of this post, ye do be pirates, arrr, and pirates searchin‘ fer the treasure hidden in them thar grimoires…

    Abramelin, the Holy Guardian Angel, the Agatha Daimon, the Nativity Angel and Other Important Things that Must be Discussed

    Prior to finding any gold, and really, I can’t stress this enough, you need K&CHGA. You aren’t going to get anywhere as a pirate without a ship, or a sea, or a map, and a magician without K&CHGA is exactly that. You aren’t going to find the kind of success I have found without it.

    I used Liber Samekh and the complete and total intention of conjuring my HGA. Every night, or every other night, I would sit on my couch, light some Abramelin Incense (from Soma Luna), anoint my forehead and temples with Abramelin Oil (also from Soma Luna), and I would perform Liber Samekh in my Body of Light.

    In other words, I imagined a temple. I stood within it and performed an LBRP. I then performed Liber Samekh. When I got to the hard parts to remember, I cracked my eyes and read the printed rite, while trying my damnedest to keep the Temple and Body of Light in my mind’s eye at the same time. After that I’d meditate a while, stilling my thoughts and waiting for some kind of response. Then I’d perform another LBRP and call it a night.

    A couple of weeks into it, I met my HGA and we started hanging out formally. At that point, I got the spirit’s name, and it agreed to come whenever I called it by name.

    Now, you don’t have to perform Liber Samekh to get K&CHGA. You can also contact your Nativity Angel, who can foster a relationship with your HGA. You can contact Agrippa’s “Genius,” which I believe Aaron Leitch equates with the Nativity Angel for the same purposes. You can acquire a Supernatural Assistant using the Greek Magical Papyri. You can go to a pentecostal worship service and get slain in the Spirit of God. You can perform the Abramelin rites (I would use the Dehn translation of the Book of Abramelin).

    The point is to get in touch with the “Good Familiar” who has the authority to Speak For God into your life. I recommend reading through Bill Heidrick’s “An Abramelin Ramble” a couple of times, reading Crowley’s Notes on Liber Samekh, and reading the descriptions of the Good Daimons and Familiars in the Greek Magical Papyri. I believe the Dehn translation of the Book of Abramelin is a must-read for every modern magician who has been spoon-fed the concept of the HGA that we’ve inherited from the Golden Dawn and Aleister Crowley. Mather’s Introduction to The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage is also required reading, in my opinion.

    Take all these points of view together and look at the differences and similarities in the descriptions of the experiences. Get to know the authors of the work as best as you can. There are biographies of Agrippa, Eleazar of Worms, Crowley, and Mathers all over the place. Read through Heidrick’s other stuff to get a grasp of how he writes and what he means when he puts phrases together in different contexts. Try to see where the authors were coming from in their presentation of their experiences with these entities.

    When you do, you’ll find that you have an inventory of reports that you can use to help understand your own experiences with the entity that has so many names. You’ll be able to fill in the gaps that aren’t apparent in the writings of these authors as you develop your relationship with this spirit. You’ll be able to see what parts of Liber Samekh were just Crowley being Crowley, and what parts are effective techniques derived from thousands of years of practice.

    The cool part is this info is all online. I’ve got links above to everything I’ve mentioned. The only thing not free is the Book of Abramelin. You should also get Tyson’s modern translation of Agrippa’s Three Books of Occult Philosophy and read it a chapter at a time. That’s optional, but it teaches you more about magic than the rest of your occult library combined.

    Goetia Gold

    Now, assuming you’ve got that bit of business out of the way… You do be ready, arrr, for ye next steps.

    Get ye the Map to the Treasure. I used the Lemegeton’s Goetia. I went through the spirits and found one that brought riches to a man. Bune. That’s good. He brought eloquence too, and I’m a writer by profession, and that makes sense to me. something about spirits on sepulchres. Ok, whatever. I needs me some riches and I needs me some good talkin‘, the rest is fer whatever, y’know?

    I made a “Spirit Pot” based on Aaron Leitch’s article at the Journal of the Western Mystery Tradition. I got a pot from Goodwill, brass, had a lid. I drew up the Seal Solomon used to bind the spirits in the vessel. I printed a Triangle of Art from a drawing on the Internet. I wrote out the stuff that was supposed to be on the side of the pot on thin strips of paper, licked them, and plastered them with spit to the side of the pot until I had a chance to get my dremel tool going and engrave it properly. I used 777 (that was a mistake, arrrr) to get some corresponding materials to line the pot with, herbs, associated “weapons”, and I threw in some dirt and rocks from a local branch of my bank.

    I threw it all together on a Thursday, lit some purple candles, and conjured Bune. I asked him to live in the pot. He was thrilled at the idea. I asked him to bring me riches in the amount of $7MUSD, and change. I drew up his seal with the prayer “Bring riches to the man [my name] in the amount of [an exact amount to the penny that I had come up with to cover the lifestyle I wanted based on the house, the cars, and the income I wanted left over after bills were paid].” I licked that and stuck it to a purple seven-day candle. When it burned out I wasn’t rich yet, so I stuck it to another one.

    A few months later, when that wasn’t working, I tried just lighting anointed candles near his pot, and left the seal I’d been licking for months in the pot. It had started to taste pretty gross. Oddly enough, my health improved after that. Must have been magic, I’m sure.

    So fast forward through several increasingly better jobs, a house, vehicles, and some Exorcisms and other sepulchre-related stuff to the present. A couple of weeks ago, I saw a statue I wanted to be able to buy. It would have cost $30,000. I was pissed that I couldn’t just buy it, and also that for TWO YEARS almost, I had been dicking around with Bune, and there were months when the money I had left over after paying bills and everything was like $35. Sure, I had everything on the list I had made and shown Bune all that time ago. But I never got the lump sum amount that I needed to get set up for life.

    Arrr.

    So I turned to my left from the computer I work at, and there is my Spirit Pot housing Bune. “THIS! This is what I want, Bune,” I said. “I want to so rich that I can see something that costs $30,000 and be able to BUY IT on the spur of the moment without it even DENTING my finances.

    That was on a Friday. By the next Monday, I get an email from a relative with an awesome opportunity. It’s going to take work and savvy to make this as profitable as possible, but not THAT much work. See the link for an explanation of the opportunity I got if you’re interested.

    That’s my story, my advice, and my experience. This is what I would do if I were you:

    • Get K&CHGA
    • Read the Goetia and the Pseudomonarchia
    • Make a Spirit Pot
      • Fill the pot with the herbs and other items that are related to their assigned planet or attributes (Use Skinner’s Complete Magician’s Tables instead of 777)
      • Engrave the sides with the right words
      • Leave off the seal that binds them to the pot so they can get to work
    • Conjure the spirit and ask it to get in the pot
    • Develop a relationship with the spirit
    • Tell it you want it to bring you SO MUCH WEALTH that large purchases won’t make a difference to your net financial worth
    • Watch for opportunities
    • Take risks to get rich only if the risks are not going to bankrupt you
    That’s it. The last line is just advice. Will this work for you? It should. There’s no reason why it shouldn’t, that’s for sure.
    And if it doesn’t, feel free to contact me. AFTER you’ve tried it out on your own and have some informed questions to ask. Like, “I read the Goetia, do I HAVE to have all that shit?” Not like, “Can I have some money to buy all the stuff I need to do the work?”
    And if you want me to pay me to do magic on your behalf because I’m SO successful… I’m totally going to refer you to other people. Like Jason Miller. He does work for people. I’m not up for it.
    I’m leaving my blog up and intact. That comment I made about taking it down, publishing it, and selling the info to make even more money was just greed speaking. Refer to my archives, and learn from my experiences. I’m going to keep writing here too, even when I’m rich, because I’ll be able to focus more on the Thaumaturgical stuff when I’m not worried about making the mortgage payments. That’s the goal, anyway.

  • Plaster Cast Talismans of the Goetic Kings

    Well, everything’s all set. I’m now taking orders for plaster casts of the talismans of the Kings of the Lemegeton’s Goetia. They’ll be leafed in gold-colored foil, not real gold for now. After I get some overhead capital built up, I’ll invest in some real gold leafing.

    For now, I’m selling at $4.95 each, or $35 for a set of all 8.

    Email me if you’re interested. I’ll get it set up on my web site later this weekend or some time.

    This is not the “how to get rich” using the Goetia post. I lost steam on that article, and it’s going to be pretty long. I might just post it as a web page on my site. I dunno. I’ll keep you all updated.

  • Goetic Magic


    Everyone should read the Goetic Magic blog.

    http://goeticmagic.blogspot.com/

    Brother Boyle from the Conspiracy of Pleasure blog has been posting a few interesting tales, and I’ve received an email from Yuzuru detailing his conjuration experiences with the four archangels of the LBRP. I’m cleaning it up a bit, but it should be posted soon. I’m including it because it’s technically a sub-lunar rite, sort of, depending on how you look at it.

    I’ll be updating it more frequently too, lord willing. I invited most of the people I know to co-author the blog, but most folks have worked primarily with celestial spirits. I’m surprised, personally, because I thought I was pretty average, and I’ve been doing this goetic stuff for a couple of years now. Most folks into Magic that I tend to befriend are into the Great Work, and don’t seem as interested in goetic stuff as I am.

    However… I expect the posting to pick up as soon as people start reading it. Something about being read makes folks want to participate.

  • Bune Update

    As I mentioned in the Crystal Skull post, I’ve been Working with Bune on making the carved skull into a tool to aid in speaking with the spirits of the dead in general.

    In addition, I changed out the stuff inside the pot. It’s been over a year since I last did that, and the raisins and dates were mostly turned to dust. I took out some sweet grass I had put in, and I removed about a thousand little steel BBs. I have no idea why I put them in in the first place, maybe something to do with them being brass-colored or something, but in retrospect it was pretty stupid. Iron is anathema to the spirits of the Goetia.

    So now my Pot contains the following:

    • Dirt and rocks from the local branch of my bank
    • Four Herkimer Diamonds
    • One Orgone Generator
    • Lignum Aloes
    • Decayed bio-matter from various raisins and dates mixed in with the dust
    • Mistletoe (Venusian Herb)
    • Vervaine (Venusian Herb)
    • Coltsfoot (Venusian Herb)
    • Three Rosehips (Venusian Herb)
    • Myrtle (Venusian Herb)
    • Three pinches of Abramelin Incense (Traditional from Soma Luna; It has Cinnamon in it, an herb of Venus, and he always likes it)

    Now, it took me a couple of weeks to research these herbs and ingredients, track them down, order them and then have them get here. I bought a stone mortar and pestle to grind up the herbs together. On the day of the changing of the herbs, I cleansed the old stuff, picked out the uck, and re-interred everything.

    During the time I was working on gathering and researching Venusian herbs, and then after I had ground up all the herbs together and placed them next to me in the pot, I noticed some results.

    I attribute these generally passive results to just working with the herbs of the planet in a magical capacity. I don’t attribute it to Bune specifically.

    Regarding Bune, he seemed pretty happy with the changes. Less than a week later, I received a job opportunity through email that could result in a doubling of my income for at least three months. One cannot beat that with the proverbial stick.

    Assuming all goes well with the interview (the first two interviews have gone swimmingly), I’ve just got to point out that even in the midst of a really bad financial time with Jupiter in Capricorn, here I am making a fortune. If I land the job and everything goes well, it will be a couple of weeks to a month before the income actually doubles. Maybe that’s part of waiting for the expansion in measured steps that the Jup-Cap placement requires, but it’s also how things manifested when Jupiter was in Sag.

    So I’m more convinced than ever that the astrological timing doesn’t apply to the spirits of the Goetia. They are sub-lunar in my cosmology, and this result seems to reinforce that. A friend’s HGA told him specifically to ignore the astrological timing when working with Bune, so this kind of confirms that.

  • Enduring unto the end…

    I just left one of my online message groups today. I had joined because someone invited me there, and it was a Rosicrucian forum so it looked interesting. I’ve been reading about alchemy to get ready for this upcoming series of blog posts I’m noodling over, and I thought I might get some insight into some symbols or something.

    Man, what a let down. A couple days into it, I had received about twenty or so posts about the nature of Will. Great topic, wonderful exchange of ideas and opinions and theories, and all that. These people were smart, witty, and nice.

    But I’m so bored with that kind of talk. I mean, this is stuff that we went over in like metaphysical kindergarten. I’m at a point now where everyone is saying the same things I’ve already seen other people say before. Sometimes they’ve been said better, other times they’ve been said worse. It doesn’t matter much to me, I’m bored either way.

    I’m a little concerned. This is the stuff that I thought would be passionately interesting. I’m finding out that no one’s got anything to say that Solomon didn’t already say in Ecclesiastes. I used to think that if more people did magic, I’d have more to talk to about stuff. I’m finding out that isn’t true.

    Caring less and less about more and more. That’s what seems to be happening as I continue in my work. I’m thinking I must be going through either a stagnation or putrification phase. If so, the solution to the problem would be steady and progressive addition of Mercury, Air, and whatever other alchemical symbols for that might be.

    What gets me about all this is the damn time it takes. 30 weeks for the Stone, if you use lead and don’t mind poisoning yourself and everyone you “project” onto later. Just “Putrification” can take 6-12 weeks. Dissolving faesces, recondensing, blah blah blah.

    Oh well. Perdurabo, as they say. There’s nothing more important to do with life, after all. The trick is to keep the heat steady.