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  • Rufus Opus Products and Services

    I don’t plug my stuff much. Only every other post. I try not to be rude.

    I updated my web site’s products and services page to let folks purchase plaster casts of the seals of the Kings of the Goetia. I’ll get around to the rest of the seals some other time, and eventually I’ll sell affordable seals in the appropriate materials. I’m not a master craftsman, so they may be ugly compared to some sites, but the ugly is effective, and the ugly is affordable.

    For now, check out my Products and Services page if you’re interested in buying my stuff.Proceeds from the web site go directly to my pocket, where they stay for a little while before I spend them on whatever I want. I also pay for the site that way. Makes me feel like this is worth it to get a ten dollar sale here and there. I know, it’s petty, but it just feels good to make money, even little bits of it.

    http://www.rufusopus.com/products_and_services.htm

  • Been Busy…

    “You’ve been busy doing what, RO?”

    Well, since you’ve asked…

    I’ve been making a cool thing. The idea came up in a conversation about Goetic Circuits. Long ago, I blogged about how I think the spirits have a relation to electro-magnetic force, geo-magnetic force, and other stuff like that. Some places well known for being haunted have turned up abnormal geo-magnetic fields. The way the brain would have to interact with spirits is through electro-magnetic transference of thought. It all ties in together.

    But that’s a whole series of blog posts that I’ll get around to someday. Point was, I think spirits have a connection to electro-magnetic forces, and looking at those seals of the Goetia, I’m reminded of circuit drawings. Now I don’t know enough about electronics to know what the original circuit might have done. Maybe all the seals are parts of a giant computer, with Gold connectors, Copper wire, and so forth and so on. If they were plans for a computer, the details in the manuscripts we’ve received are trashed. It would take a smarter guy than me to figure that shit out.

    However I can certainly wire a copper seal in line with a flashlight or a motor. That’s nothing. Uncle Chuckie, as Inominandum posted, has this psionic seal of Solomon ray gun of death he makes. There’s a video on YouTube. I think it’s kinda lame. He has you put a paper seal in the battery compartment. And he has you hold the batteries and charge them up by thinking mean thoughts at them. :yawn:

    No solder, no switches, no fun. Fuck that with an ugly stick, as my grandmother used to say.

    So the other day, I got the wheels racing in my wee brain, and came up with a design. I wanted to run positive current through a seal and then on to actually do something. Light up a nightlight a friend and I thought would be neat. I got all the stuff to do this simple little circuit with, and then I figured I’d need to experiment first before plugging 110 volts through a seal in my basement.

    So I thought I’d start small, grabbed a nose-hair-trimmer that we’ve never used, and took it apart. All I wanted was the battery holder, but what I found inside was even better. A little electric motor and an LED light. I gutted the thing, wired it up, installed it in a cigar box with a couple of posts to put the metal seal across, and voila:


    That’s a Table of practice in the middle. You can’t see it too clearly, but the LED is smack dab in the center of the triangle. There’s a switch on the front that lets you turn on the motor. The picture here was taken moments ago, and the shellac is still drying. And it’s going to get more coats. The Table of Practice is based on Trithemius’, altered a bit for my tastes.
    Here’s what it looked like before the stain. In these pictures, you can see some of the aspects better.


    Here it is with a crystal ball on it. The Crystal ball is resting on a gold ring. I hadn’t burned in the Table of practice yet in this photo. The electrodes sticking up on the left of the ball are hand made. I melted down some copper wire, just enough to form a ball on the tip, and then drilled holes in the box the diameter of the wire and slipped them in.

    I’ve got a positive wire going to the electrode on the left, and the electrode on the right goes to the light. For the electricity to get to the light, some kind of metal must connect the electrodes. Last night I used my solid tin Jupiter Talisman. The light lit, and the crystal ball glowed, radiating light into my room as I slept. When I first turned it on, I started to feel like the air got more dense in the room. I conjured my HGA and asked him to open up and clear out the clogged parts of my astral body that were beginning to ache, and the feeling went away.


    So what to do with the little electric motor thing? Jason Miller, a.k.a. Inominandum, suggested a “Tibetan Prayer Wheel” to spin the request out into the universe. Works for me!


    There’s a handy little switch on the front so I can either have the light on by itself, or the light and the motor running. I can’t just run the motor, because the little thing that would make that possible is really tiny, and my hands were shaking. I couldn’t solder the wires without slopping solder all over a bunch of other connections and ruining the circuitry. Plus I’d broken the three-way-switch that would have made it work without me needing to solder shit.

    So how am I going to use it?

    Well, there’s scrying. That’s easy. Throw a tin Seal of Jupiter on the ‘trodes, and conjure Tzdqiel. Scry away. Should work for everyone else too, Copper, Iron, Lead, Mercury (blended copper-tin-lead-etc.), Gold, and Silver. I can put different kinds of crystals over it too. Spheres seem to radiate outwards. I had a crystal point over the light earlier, with a Bune seal across the ‘trodes and my original seal that I made a couple years ago with my request for $7,142,867.14. It feels good with Bune on there. It’s like a feeling of happiness fills the room.

    I’m also going to use it during meditation along with this timer Jason posted. Judging by the feelings I’ve gotten while it’s running with different seals on it, I’m thinking it will work as a good diagnostic machine too. If someone’s got a Jupiter blockage in their sphere, like I did last night, they’ll feel it when the Juptier talisman is on. Likewise the other planets.

    Assuming the spirits feed on electromagnetic energy, this is a good way to reward them as well.

    And I can change the battery pretty quick and easy too. The box is an upside-down cigar box with a lid that slides out.

    Now that I’ve got the basics down with a low-voltage test rig, I’m moving on to the full-powered 110v job that plugs in without shutting down the neighborhood. This one will be incandescent, and likely no motor. The only electric motors I have that run on that much juice are from an old vacuum cleaner and an electric weed eater. Both are rather heavy, rather big, and rather loud. Heck, even the little nose-hair-trimmer engine is loud enough. (If you ever had those little monster trucks that you put a double A battery in and switched on, and they just went straight-ish when you were a kid, it’s the same little motor inside.)

    And it’s totally NOT UL LISTED. It could blow up or start a fire. I’m no electrician, I’m just playing at home with a soldering iron and some solder.

  • Been Busy…

    “You’ve been busy doing what, RO?”

    Well, since you’ve asked…

    I’ve been making a cool thing. The idea came up in a conversation about Goetic Circuits. Long ago, I blogged about how I think the spirits have a relation to electro-magnetic force, geo-magnetic force, and other stuff like that. Some places well known for being haunted have turned up abnormal geo-magnetic fields. The way the brain would have to interact with spirits is through electro-magnetic transference of thought. It all ties in together.

    But that’s a whole series of blog posts that I’ll get around to someday. Point was, I think spirits have a connection to electro-magnetic forces, and looking at those seals of the Goetia, I’m reminded of circuit drawings. Now I don’t know enough about electronics to know what the original circuit might have done. Maybe all the seals are parts of a giant computer, with Gold connectors, Copper wire, and so forth and so on. If they were plans for a computer, the details in the manuscripts we’ve received are trashed. It would take a smarter guy than me to figure that shit out.

    However I can certainly wire a copper seal in line with a flashlight or a motor. That’s nothing. Uncle Chuckie, as Inominandum posted, has this psionic seal of Solomon ray gun of death he makes. There’s a video on YouTube. I think it’s kinda lame. He has you put a paper seal in the battery compartment. And he has you hold the batteries and charge them up by thinking mean thoughts at them. :yawn:

    No solder, no switches, no fun. Fuck that with an ugly stick, as my grandmother used to say.

    So the other day, I got the wheels racing in my wee brain, and came up with a design. I wanted to run positive current through a seal and then on to actually do something. Light up a nightlight a friend and I thought would be neat. I got all the stuff to do this simple little circuit with, and then I figured I’d need to experiment first before plugging 110 volts through a seal in my basement.

    So I thought I’d start small, grabbed a nose-hair-trimmer that we’ve never used, and took it apart. All I wanted was the battery holder, but what I found inside was even better. A little electric motor and an LED light. I gutted the thing, wired it up, installed it in a cigar box with a couple of posts to put the metal seal across, and voila:


    That’s a Table of practice in the middle. You can’t see it too clearly, but the LED is smack dab in the center of the triangle. There’s a switch on the front that lets you turn on the motor. The picture here was taken moments ago, and the shellac is still drying. And it’s going to get more coats. The Table of Practice is based on Trithemius’, altered a bit for my tastes.
    Here’s what it looked like before the stain. In these pictures, you can see some of the aspects better.


    Here it is with a crystal ball on it. The Crystal ball is resting on a gold ring. I hadn’t burned in the Table of practice yet in this photo. The electrodes sticking up on the left of the ball are hand made. I melted down some copper wire, just enough to form a ball on the tip, and then drilled holes in the box the diameter of the wire and slipped them in.

    I’ve got a positive wire going to the electrode on the left, and the electrode on the right goes to the light. For the electricity to get to the light, some kind of metal must connect the electrodes. Last night I used my solid tin Jupiter Talisman. The light lit, and the crystal ball glowed, radiating light into my room as I slept. When I first turned it on, I started to feel like the air got more dense in the room. I conjured my HGA and asked him to open up and clear out the clogged parts of my astral body that were beginning to ache, and the feeling went away.


    So what to do with the little electric motor thing? Jason Miller, a.k.a. Inominandum, suggested a “Tibetan Prayer Wheel” to spin the request out into the universe. Works for me!


    There’s a handy little switch on the front so I can either have the light on by itself, or the light and the motor running. I can’t just run the motor, because the little thing that would make that possible is really tiny, and my hands were shaking. I couldn’t solder the wires without slopping solder all over a bunch of other connections and ruining the circuitry. Plus I’d broken the three-way-switch that would have made it work without me needing to solder shit.

    So how am I going to use it?

    Well, there’s scrying. That’s easy. Throw a tin Seal of Jupiter on the ‘trodes, and conjure Tzdqiel. Scry away. Should work for everyone else too, Copper, Iron, Lead, Mercury (blended copper-tin-lead-etc.), Gold, and Silver. I can put different kinds of crystals over it too. Spheres seem to radiate outwards. I had a crystal point over the light earlier, with a Bune seal across the ‘trodes and my original seal that I made a couple years ago with my request for $7,142,867.14. It feels good with Bune on there. It’s like a feeling of happiness fills the room.

    I’m also going to use it during meditation along with this timer Jason posted. Judging by the feelings I’ve gotten while it’s running with different seals on it, I’m thinking it will work as a good diagnostic machine too. If someone’s got a Jupiter blockage in their sphere, like I did last night, they’ll feel it when the Juptier talisman is on. Likewise the other planets.

    Assuming the spirits feed on electromagnetic energy, this is a good way to reward them as well.

    And I can change the battery pretty quick and easy too. The box is an upside-down cigar box with a lid that slides out.

    Now that I’ve got the basics down with a low-voltage test rig, I’m moving on to the full-powered 110v job that plugs in without shutting down the neighborhood. This one will be incandescent, and likely no motor. The only electric motors I have that run on that much juice are from an old vacuum cleaner and an electric weed eater. Both are rather heavy, rather big, and rather loud. Heck, even the little nose-hair-trimmer engine is loud enough. (If you ever had those little monster trucks that you put a double A battery in and switched on, and they just went straight-ish when you were a kid, it’s the same little motor inside.)

    And it’s totally NOT UL LISTED. It could blow up or start a fire. I’m no electrician, I’m just playing at home with a soldering iron and some solder.

  • A Correction

    In the Bune Radio post, I attributed the inspirational idea to Fr. POS. In reality, it wasn’t him at all, it was his Gal. I’ll go back and edit it, but I figured a public apology and correction was in order. She doesn’t get nearly enough credit for her Work.

  • Causing Spirits to Appear on Sepulchers

    In a previous post, I mentioned that I had asked Bune why he needed to be able to put the spirits under him on sepulchers. He answered me in a dream, and then I couldn’t remember the details. Last night and early this morning, he explained it to me again in a dream.

    That phrase, according to Bune, means that he will show you the ranks of his spirits. It refers to a process of “putting them in their place.” I got the sense that it was like a parade of soldiers, demonstrating the ranks and file of his legions. I also got the sense that it served him personally to keep the spirits in their place. They’re as unruly as people, and require discipline, to be shown “who’s boss” on occassion, and that what happens when he “puts them in their sepulcher.” It establishes a hierarchy of authority in their ranks, and teaches them where they belong. Like an exercise or drill in the armed forces. A spirit’s sepulcher is his place in the scheme of things.

    It seems like there’s a necromantic side to this as well that I don’t quite understand yet.

  • 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.

  • The Myth of Guilt

    Long ago, and far away, there was a beautiful garden in a tropical paradise. God made man, and told him to go and enjoy the Garden, enjoy its fruits and everything, take care of the animals. Have a good time, man, and watch out for that Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Eat that, and you’ll die.

    Fast forward.

    Looking down from the heavens, the Logos saw what was going on below. “First Father, you sure about this? I mean, if you’re for serious, ok, but man… Look, alright, we’ll just get this over with.”

    Fast forward.

    Rufus Opus, aged 10, cutest kid in Christian Camp. Climbed up in a tree with a Bible because he wasn’t getting it. The other kids got it. They prayed, cried, and got baptised. He prayed, read the right parts (Romans Road much?), prayed some more, and finally did cry.

    In freaking frustration.

    Fast forward again to a couple years ago. Rufus Opus Gets Saved. This hammer fell down and knocked some sense into me, and I cried for real then. Not in shame or pain, but in awe. God was friggin’ huge! And He was KING God. Oh boy did I fall down and worship Him, for in all honestly, no sarcasm, I tell you the TRVTH: He is worthy to be praised.

    But he’s got praise  and worship already. He didn’t make Man in His Image so that he could have another psychophant. The original intent was to have a companion like himself.

    But then Man got enmeshed in the material realm. Fell in love with his own image. Entered material existence. And “Fell.”

    OR… he was made perfect in the material world, which was also perfect, and told to watch out for that nasty apple. Knowledge of Good and Evil. That shit will fuck you up, dog. God said so.

    But Man went for it anyway. Ate that apple, and wha-bam – INSTANT GUILT. They knew right and wrong all of a sudden, and the emotional offspring was guilt. They hid from God and put on clothes for why? For shame. For serious.

    And God said… “Well, shit.”

    And Logos said, “Yeah, I know, right?”

    Look at what we do out of “guilt.” We give to charities that make us feel guilty for having life so good. We apologize for stuff that we didn’t do on purpose. We support churches, pay ministers to drive fancy schmancy cars and wear tailored suits, we buy indulgences… We keep jobs we hate, we hang out with people we don’t like, and we don’t have fun. Because fun is wrong… for some reason.

    But wait, there’s the Logos. He came down as Jesus Christ, and performed a holy hell of a damned fine ritual for all mankind. He ATONED for the SIN of eating the apple. He made up for it. Now, lots of my readers don’t believe in original sin. They don’t believe in the Fall. I don’t care. Look around you. The world has a lot of shit that isn’t beautiful, isn’t right, and isn’t fun. It can be a beautiful perfect place, but it can also be a house of horrors. That hellacious horrifying mess is part of life, yes, but remember for centuries people believed THEY DESERVED IT.

    Karma? That’s really practical consequence, but in the West we pretend it’s punishment for “sins.” Bad decisions lead to bad stuff happening. Bad. As opposed to Good. As in, stuff we feel guilty for, or should, because it’s BAD. Knowledge of good and evil, the consequence of sin…

    But wait! Logos came down and made up for that. What does that mean? It means (and this is going to piss off a lot of Christians) there is no more guilt. Right and Wrong are illusions, Good and Evil are points of reference. They are necessary for everyone who doesn’t get that we aren’t servants to its law anymore, but for those who seek God, who seek to return to being the originally intended human being, there is no more sin. No more guilt. No more right or wrong.

    The crucifixion was totally God saying, “You think you can’t get to me because you know Good and Evil and feel guilty? You feel unclean unless you do all that shit? Well surprise, surprise, surprise! You’re all CLEAN now, and you’ve got no excuse to hang back at the edges of the dance hall while I’m whirling my bride around the floor. You’re the bride, and you’re clean, now let’s hang out and talk!”

    So let’s face it folks. Guilt is a myth. Whatever reason we have for feeling guilty is gone now. Can we do whatever we want? Yes! There will be consequences, of course, but the aren’t “Good,” they aren’t “Evil,” they are “consequences.” And it’s harder to live without God. We were designed to be his companion after all, but he gives us space if we insist. The thing is, there’s no more reason for us to feel guilty over shit we screw up. the point is to recognize that what you’ve done didn’t result in what you intended and try something else instead.

    I got a kick out of the picture above. I don’t know where I found it, but I thought it was hilarious, because that’s really what it was all about. The crucifixion was a drama play. It was played out to prove once and for all that there’s no excuse for you or anyone to stay away from God. No more sin. No more punishment from God. We aren’t pre- mid- or post-adolescent children anymore. Logos fixed that.

    Now go see god.

  • Forgotten Things

    I was talking to a friend of mine, Frater Servitor Lucem, in IMs a few minutes ago. We got to talking about the coming Depression, the economy in general, and what to excpect. Along the way, he gave me a brief history of the things that have happened since the last Depression. These are important things to know. He lived through it, as his mother and grandmother immigrated to the US in the 1930’s and he grew up knowing what had happened. I’m younger than he is, and most of my friends have the same general understanding of history I do, I suspect. Chances are you know all this, but here is the brief overview of what happened that lead us where we are today.

    And this is important to you magicians that seek to become members of the Invisible College. Our role in this world is to take notice of these things. You may not feel called on to do anything about this with your spiritual resources, but I am.

    His comments begin below:

    See, when the Depression was underway, there were also Commies. The rich people were really afraid of the Commies, because the Commies had a nasty habit of killing the people they took over from.

    So, the New Deal came about. Not because the rich people were being so nice about things, but because they were afraid they might die. Communism was seen as a really serious threat. Nazism was, in part, a reaction against the Communist threat. Democracy was in some big trouble in the ’30’s. People seriously wondered whether it had a future.

    So, the New Deal made for some social re-engineering that helped people along, but mostly because people who have nothing to lose, and know it, are extremely dangerous.

    Enter the Second World War, and things really heat up.

    Democracy pretty much successfully defends itself against the Fascists, but only at the cost of allying with the dreaded Commies. Afterwards, the Cold War was the big showdown between Communism and Capitalism. Both systems are more or less bankrupt in many of the same areas, but capitalists have more wealth, and provide better incentives.

    Besides, what we had in the West wasn’t at all pure Capitalism, anyway. There was a strong Socialist streak left over from the New Deal. More equitable distribution of wealth led to enormous overall wealth in the West. So much so that we were able to bail Western Europe out of certain death by starvation.

    However, after a few decades, the rich, once again, became tired of sharing, and started to take back what the New Deal had given the rest of us. And when Communism finally gave up the ghost, they said, “Hey, don’t like what we’re about? Tough shit, where are you gonna go?” And they took away all the restrictions that had been put in place to prevent another depression.

    And they took back a lot of the social programs that came out of the New Deal, and bankrupted the rest (like Social Security).

    And here we are.

    Pretty much where we were in 1929.

  • 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.

  • Spirit Pot Update

    Greetings!

    I’ve gotten new information on formulating the Spirit Pot from a hoodoo worker and root doctor (are they the same thing?) over at the Solomonic yahoo group. He goes by the name “Inominandum,” and has written a book and quite a few interesting articles over at his website. I enjoyed the interview with Simon, author of the still-controversial Necronomicon, immensely.

    He suggested lining the bottom of the pot with dirt form my local community. Since Bune is associated with bringing riches and eloquence to a man, the ideal dirt would be from a local bank and from the local library. I’ll be gathering some dirt from my own branches of both this weekend. We also discussed including the ashes of burned books, and he indicated that would be useful as well.

    Everything that goes into the Spirit Pot serves some purpose. Tools for the spirit to use in his activities on your behalf are included. For example, the “Magickal Weapon” from 777 I included was the arrow, as Bune is a Sagitarian aspected spirit. With a weapon he is associated with, Bune becomes a more formidable spirit ally. The other stuff I’ve included in the pot serve to create a conducive environment for the spirit.

    Additionally, the process of making offerings was clarified. Inominandum confirmed that anything given to the spirit is the spirit’s for life. No giving and taking away. Food offerings that spoil can be taken away when the spirit indicates it is finished by turning the food into “ick.” (Ick is the technical term for food offerings deprived of spiritual essence, I believe.)

    Other members of the group have helped me understand how to set up the pot in my ritual space. Aaron Leitch suggested setting up a dedicated space with an altar cloth with Bune’s seal on it, and that suggestion was confirmed by others on the list as being appropriate. Inominandum mentioned that the pot can also be placed on a plate that serves as a place to make your offerings as well. Generally, anything placed in the vicinity seems to work.

    Last night I spoke directly with Bune via the Spirit Pot for the first time in a while. Mostly I’ve only addressed him casually while making offerings. I asked for more information on what the part of his description about spirits gathering on sepulchers was used for, and asked him to reveal it to me in dreams. I tossed and turned all night after that, couldn’t get into a deep sleep. I kept having short bursts of lucid dreaming where I heard Bune speaking, but in images that I couldn’t make out, or in a voice that was barely audible.

    I’ve been on an orgone generator craze lately, and I’ve got about three or four of them in my room. I think they were making too much static for clear communications. This morning in between snooze alarms, I had extremely visual dreams where Bune explained exactly what was going on with that part of his description, but as soon as I sat up, the dreams were gone. I expect to be able to recover the information in trance work later this evening though.