Tag: RufusAstraCheck

Tag: RufusAstraCheck

  • What the HELL is going on here?

    Magicians. We’re all seeking the powers of the universe, changing ourselves into something greater than we started out as, or at least more pure so we can participate with God in the CREATION of the UNIVERSE. Okay, well, maybe just managing and maintaining the manifestation as it occurs, but being consciously aware of the fact during the planning and processing stages of the project at hand.

    But here I am reading John Dee this week, and come to find out, one of the “greater” magicians of recorded history was fumbling in just as much dark as me. He spent all that time with Kelley developing (or receiving, if you will) what amounts to a system of planetary magic. He conjured and cajoled, enticed and entreated God to send him these spirits that revealed a system of magic that he never even used.

    Heading back to Agrippa, the man was a brilliant librarian, researcher, and reporter. But for all his knowledge, he was just like us too. A man who had to keep his public and private beliefs strictly regimented. The only evidence we have that Agrippa actually performed magic is his obvious “insider’s” understanding of the material he recorded. That inference can’t even be made objectively. We have to experience the results of the operations he describes to realize what he is recording between the lines. Based on that experience, we can begin to understand the deeper implications of his writing.

    Leap ahead a couple years to Crowley. A great magician, an eager and prolific promoter of occult philosophy, Crowley stands out in history for his intelligence, wit, and most offensively to some, his self-confidence. Yet read through Soror Achitha’s Vision of the Amalantrah Working, and you see that Crowley in his magickal practice was a sulky, petulant, ignorant man. Not ignorant in terms of knowledge, learning, or experience, but ignorant of what is to come. He worries about money, and worries about plans to go to Cairo. He is revealed to be a whiner to the spirits, much like Dee and Kelley both. He shows a deep concern for his safety and well-being that speaks volumes, at least to me, of his lack of faith that “existence is pure joy.”

    Across history to the present day, magicians are fumbling in the dark, trying to figure out what the HELL is going on, and trying to influence things to work out in their favor. Their private diaries reveal them to be very small and very dependent upon the forces they work with for their mental well-being. Their greatest contributions to their fellow occultists are little more than sign posts and travel commentaries about the realms they visit.

    It’s baffling.

    From my own limited experience in the occult, in conjuring the spirits, in speaking with the intelligences of the spheres, in traversing the heavens that lie between us and God Almighty, I have seen things that make my toes curl in wonder and awe. I have done things that are miraculous in every sense of the word. In my conversations with the spirits of the realms, I’m no whining supplicant, begging for scraps of answers or a pittance to get to Egypt in the spring. I’m not demanding answers about God or the heavens, or secrets of the cosmos. I’m a traveler in the macrocosmic realms, a co-worker with the spirits in the microcosmic realms. There is no thing or state of existence beyond my ability to access and manifest through ritual activities. There are no limits beyond the practical.

    So just what the HELL is going on here? Am I the only magician that uses magic to rise above the problems of mundane existence? By no means is my life, or my skill in the Art of magic perfect and complete. My recent escapades with Bune seem to be unprecedented among my fellow magicians for example, although they have confirmed in one way or another through their own magical works that the source of the problem was related to the way I had approached the idea of being a Hierophant.

    The point is, when I found out what was going on, the first thing I did was fix it. Using magic. That’s my general approach to everything. It works really well. I use Magic to get ideas about what I should be doing in my mundane life. I use it to get ideas about what spiritual activities I should be pursuing. I use it for food, health, safety, and travel. With the knowledge I get reading and meditating, I create and perform rituals that bring about what I want to happen in my life and my world.

    I know I’m not the only one that does this. I talk to many magicians on the internet across the world who are doing the same thing. What I don’t understand is why it’s so relatively rare. The number of magicians in control of their lives is staggeringly low. Most people interested in the occult are interested in the power to control their worlds, but compared to the number of people interested, the number of people doing the Work, doing the magic that transforms their existence is less than half of one percent.

    Magic. It’s what a magician does. It’s not a last resort, it’s a first resort. The lungs breathe, the liver filters, the brain processes. The magician does magic. The magician is in control of their world, not isolated from other influences, but in a position of authority in determining which of the opportunities life will present, and how those opportunities will come about.

    There’s too much slap-dash going on. People slap together a quick one-time rite, and dash off to the next thing, which is usually something they are reacting to. There’s little or no actual proactive planning and implementation of their lives. They’re content to sit back and follow the script they’ve been given for the most part, with a little dabbling here and there.

    I’m not advocating any “Left Hand Path” philosophy here, but I do want to point out that YOU are not a passive part of existence. You have choices to make that affect many others. If you choose not to choose, you still have made a choice, to quote Rush. You’re an active part of existence, and magic gives you the keys to the Kingdom. You’ve got at your beck and call the very spirits that make up the world. Why on earth would you not choose to use them?

    Why didn’t Dee use the Angelic system of magic he received? Why didn’t Agrippa put his skills in the occult arts to use to keep from having to recant his writings? Why didn’t Crowley just manifest the cash to go to Cairo if he was that worried about it?

    Was it a lack of faith in their magic? Was it that they, like so many magicians today, believed that magic is interesting and neat, but when the rubber meets the road, you have to deal with life from the mundane? I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense to me.

    I understand that things won’t always work out the way you expect, and that’s fine, but one thing I’ve learned in this Great Work is that I am in control of what I experience in life. There is nothing beyond my ability to research, conjure, and influence. Sometimes the influence will be on my own expectations, changing what I want as I learn why things are the way they are. But there’s nothing my Daimon and I can’t handle, manipulate, and shape into what ought to be.

    So let’s all kick it up a notch or two. No whining, no fear. Let honest curiosity and righteous indignation fuel our endeavors. If money is a problem, conjure cash and multiple streams of income. If health is a problem, conjure healing and aid. If something is broken, fix it. If you don’t know how to fix it, find out how to fix it. You’re one meditation away from the brightest intelligences in the universe, literally.

    And trust the things you’re studying and learning in the occult. It really is real. And there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’ll be just fine.

  • Crucible Roundup

    Whoa. What an excellent weekend. By far the best weekend of my life so far.

    Crucible was amazing. Arthur continues to do a great job bringing together an interesting cross section of the occult community who are ready and able to present advanced topics in occult practice that you just don’t see happening anywhere else.

    It was brilliant. I got to be on a couple panels, which will be airing on Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole soon. The panels were myself, Omnimancers Arthur and Tony, Andrieh Vitimus, and Jason Miller. We had interesting discussions about magical mishaps in one panel, and polarities and balance in another. It was a fun conversation.

    Then I was honored to witness some cool initiations, and it was the first time I got to see Mr. Miller do any serious ritual type magic. In addition to his sorcerous insights and spiritual skills, the man has amazing vocal talents. Fortunately for me, it wasn’t the last time I got to see him do some cool magic that night.

    Next we went to Jason’s Financial Sorcery presentation. It was awesome. He presented the 16 lightning glyphs, and folks, there’s a secret to those things that makes them powerful. Really super powerful. You should totally check into that, use them a lot, and see what happens. I promise you’ll love the results. He closed out the presentation with a really cool rite. He had the people on the outer edge of the room chant one thing, the people inside the outer ring chant something else, and he performed an invocation of Jupiter. There were four Gentlemen for Jupiter present during the rite contributing out resonance with the current, and I loved feeling that current fall.

    Then it was my turn. I headed across the hall to start setting up for the presentation, and the first thing I noticed was that there were a lot of people there. Last year I think I had four or maybe six people in my presentation. This year the place was packed. I remember every single seat in the house being filled, but there may have been a couple empty chairs here or there. The back wall was lined with people too.

    I was a bit nervous at first. Pretty soon I found myself immersed in the presentation and the particular story I was there to tell, and it started to flow nicely. I had the best audience ever. The members of my course were in the front row on my right, looking sharp. Most of the people present were regular readers of my blog, and I felt somewhat comfortable skipping over the basic basics and getting to the fun stuff. Pretty soon I felt like we were all friends and we had a great time.

    There are some rumors that I got a little Pentecostal Hermetic Preacher at some point. I won’t deny it, the spirit was thick within me and wanted to get out. I found myself near tears at a couple points. At other times, I felt like all the people in the room and I were all one living organism, and that I was directing the flow of forces through the organism in time to the internal harmonies of my soul. I loved every minute of it.

    The best moment of the presentation for me came when I got to the final section of the presentation, “The Key to Making all Hermetic Magic Work.” I knew that the key was so simple and obvious, to have the impact necessary, I’d need to have everyone else jacked up to a certain state of awareness. If I’d woven the spell right leading up to this moment, it would be the brilliant moment of satori, and if not, it would just be a bunch of people looking at me like I was an idiot.

    When I flipped to the section title slide, everyone in the room started applauding the subtitle, I knew I had ’em. I knew I had won, and … oh, brothers and sisters, it was beautiful.

    Afterwards, I was higher than fucking God. My lovely companion (who made a great weekend a truly perfect one instead) helped me keep my feet on the floor long enough to change clothes and unwind a bit. We ran into some members of the Red Work courses at the bar, and had a couple drinks before attending the last half of Andrieh’s presentation. I honestly don’t remember much of it. I kept thinking about the things that worked and the things that didn’t work in my presentation, things to do differently the next time. My mind was racing. And I’d had some Polyphanic gin.

    I got to meet and hang out briefly with a few of the Red Work Course members, including Tolderoll, Polyphanes, and Pallas Renatus for the first time, and Jessica, another of my students I had the pleasure of meeting last year at crucible.

    I noticed something right away about the Red Work Course members. They are, objectively speaking, very attractive men and women. They are intelligent, and able to carry on advanced conversations about occult subjects in meaningful ways. They dress well. They’re almost all taller than me. They have a tendency to cuss like sailors.

    And they can all drink like fucking fish.

    I felt like throwing my arms around them and saying, “My people, at last I’ve found you!” There was a strong sense of family between us. They are made of pure win. These are the next generation of expert occultists, ladies and gents, and I’m happy to say the future is in good hands.

    I can’t wait to meet the rest of you as soon as possible.

    I think the Red Work Course convention will need to be modeled on our special shared qualities. Maybe one or two presentations throughout the day, but otherwise a series of comfortable rooms well stocked with fine liquors, wines, and eccentric beers where we can hang out and talk. There were conversations to be had that I didn’t even have time to get started. Or maybe a set of presentations until like 7 or 8, dinner, and then after party. It will definitely more drinking and talking earlier in the night, for sure.

    Anyway, all things to consider for the future.

    This year’s presentation has been recorded. I’ll be getting a link to the electronic version soon. I’d love to turn it into a sellable product, but there are details to work out if I start making money on it. We’ll figure it out and make things available to people in different ways. I don’t think I’ll charge anyone who is a member of the Red Work series of courses. I might just keep it available only to the Red Work members. That would be a lot easier.  Hm. Thoughts and thoughts.

  • Red Work Course Members: Crucible Meetup?

    One of the members of the Red Work Courses sent me an email the other day letting me know he’d be attending the Crucible Convention this weekend. He suggested that we have a meetup of course members in attendance at some point. I think that’s a pretty awesome idea.

    I was looking at the schedule of events and it looks like the Lunch block Saturday before registration would likely be the best time, or perhaps the Brunch block on Sunday. I don’t know how many members will be in attendance, or when they’re planning on being there. I know for sure two class members are attending.
    So if you’re a member of the Red Work series of courses in Hermetic Magic, and you WILL BE AT CRUCIBLE, please contact me and let me know when you’ll be there. I’ll coordinate something that at least lets me meet you personally while you’re there, and if we can all be there at the same time, we’ll schedule something for all of us together. Nothing huge, there are a LOT of other things going on at Crucible that I plan on participating in. It’s not the International Centers for Applied Hermetics convention, after all. It’s an Omnimancer event.
    Course members who aren’t going to be there, don’t feel too bad. I’m going to be scheduling a series of workshops across the States, and hopefully Europe too over the next year or so. Applied Hermetics workshops are coming soon to conference centers near you.
    If you’re not currently a course member, I strongly encourage you to sign up. The things I teach in the courses are the practices that have turned out to work REALLY FUCKING GREAT. Courses can be purchased at this link.
    Looking forward to seeing you all soon!
  • Siddhartha and the Considerate Cobra Vs. IO PAN PAN

    Considerate Cobra is Considerate

    Then a king cobra named Mucalinda, coiled around the Buddha seven times, to protect Him from wind and rain.


    So I’ve been working on some inner alchemy for the last couple of weeks. I’ve mostly been working on retaining the forces of my sacral chakra, and then raising the pooled forces from my sacral chakra up to my throat, third eye, and crown chakras.

    What I’ve found is that there’s this electrical current that flows from my gonads to wherever I direct it. When I’m meditating, contemplating, when I’m investing my attention properly on the Work, I can feel it rise within, expand its hood, and cover me.

    I read the story of Siddartha and the Considerate Cobra this morning. I’ve read it before, but I appreciated it more. From my Hermetic training, I read the wind as representative of the mind and its howlings, and the rain as representative of the emotions and their howlings. The unfocused Ruach and Nephesh respectively. Mucalinda’s coils and expanded hood keep me protected from these things for sure. The flames are released in a beautiful, directed, controlled way that bring a sense of calm, peace, and power.

    And then there’s Pan.

    Rushing fiery beast of passion and lust, he too can enflame and raise the forces that have been pooling in my sacral center for the last two weeks.

    It’s sublime, the way he starts making his presence known.

    Into my loneliness comes –
    The sound of a flute in dim groves that haunt the uttermost hills.
    Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness.
    And I behold Pan.

    Whispered notes of the flute, sounding like they are coming down the mountainside. Dulcet tones that remind me of the laugh of my lover, sounds that somehow bring the scent of her skin to my nose, the colors of her eyes to my mind.

    And then, it burns. Heat… heat upon heat upon heat. I feel the god descending, and the flames within rising to meet him, to welcome him, combusting, expanding, a sustained explosion that does not stop. It grows, consuming me, releasing me, freeing me.

    On all sides Pan to the eye, to the ear;
    The perfume of Pan pervading, the taste of him utterly filling my mouth, so that the tongue breaks forth into a weird and monstrous speech.
    The embrace of him intense on every centre of pain and pleasure.
    The sixth interior sense aflame with the inmost self of Him,
    Myself flung down the precipice of being
    Even to the abyss, annihilation.
    An end to loneliness, as to all.
    Pan! Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan!

    I am not gone when Pan has come, I am Pan, I am his man, and he in me and I in him, and together we burn (he is burning). 
    The fires released by the onslaught of Pan are raw and consuming, but they are alchemical in nature. They are ecstatic, and lusty and visceral, don’t get me wrong, they want to burst forth in glorious ejaculation, impregnating the universe with its seed. But by witholding that, conaining it within the madness, the heat is transformed into an alchemical inferno that raises your consciousness to amazing heights. Best drugs ever, and they’re all right there in your brain.

    Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
    O man! My man!
    Come careering out of the night
    Of Pan! Io Pan!
    Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
    From Sicily and from Arcady!
    Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
    And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
    On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
    To me, to me,
    Come with Apollo in bridal dress
    (Shepherdess and pythoness)
    Come with Artemis, silken shod,
    And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
    In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
    The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
    Dip the purple of passionate prayer
    In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
    The soul that startles in eyes of blue
    To watch thy wantonness weeping through
    The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
    Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
    And body and brain — come over the sea,
    (Io Pan! Io Pan!)
    Devil or god, to me, to me,
    My man! my man!
    Come with trumpets sounding shrill
    Over the hill!
    Come with drums low muttering
    From the spring!
    Come with flute and come with pipe!
    Am I not ripe?
    I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
    With air that hath no boughs to nestle
    My body, weary of empty clasp,
    Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —
    Come, O come!
    I am numb
    With the lonely lust of devildom.
    Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
    All-devourer, all-begetter;
    Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
    And the token erect of thorny thigh,
    And the word of madness and mystery,
    O Pan! Io Pan!
    Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
    I am a man:
    Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
    O Pan! Io Pan!
    Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
    In the grip of the snake.
    The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
    The gods withdraw:
    The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
    To death on the horn
    Of the Unicorn.
    I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
    I am thy mate, I am thy man,
    Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
    Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
    With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
    Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
    And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
    Everlasting, world without end,
    Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,
    In the might of Pan.
    Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

  • Happy Birthday Jack Parsons, and Happy Feastday of the Unnamed Angels

    The title about says it all.

    Jack Parsons wikipedia entry.

    Unnamed angels get a feastday? I wouldn’t have known if my Scarlet Woman hadn’t pointed it out. October 2nd in Catholic and Orthodox christian tribes.

    Good day for a variety of Works. May they all be blessed.

  • Pirates! Pirates Everywhere! Er…

    Pirates are cool.

    They drink, they fight, they screw, they take what they want, and if you have a problem with that, you have every right to kill them, or die trying.
    Obese bespeckled faces rarely lit by more than the glow of a monitor are not the faces of pirates. 
    Copyright infringement is not piracy. It’s petty theft. 
    Ok, so maybe it’s worth millions, maybe, on a grand scale to huge publishing houses, but who cares? They weren’t spending that money on their authors, fer sure. They have been parasites feeding off the talent forever. No matter what arguments anyone makes about them, that’s all they are. Parasites. 
    The publishing industry are leeches complaining that they’re being bitten by mosquitoes. The original host is so befuddled by the blood loss he finds himself defending the leeches from the mosquitoes.
    Fuckin’ insanity, man.
    I write because I have to. I charge because TANSTAAFL. You disagree, fine. I’m not here to argue, or to feed parasites, and I sure the fuck am not here in this beautiful material manifest world walking around with a cock and two hands so I can chase cash. 
    I came to create, to shape, to mold an aesthetic I think is awesome. I came for the magic, and the sex. Hell, I might still have nerve endings I haven’t even stimulated yet. What a shame!
    I’m not wasting time on infringers who wish they were as cool as pirates, not unless there’s something of value to point out.
  • Crucible Cometh! 7 Days

    I have a nice generic topic for my presentation at Crucible this year. “Angels and Demons and Magicians (oh my!)” I kept it at that level because that about covers everything I could talk about. I can zero in on any one particular aspect, or keep it at a high level.

    I haven’t decided what to talk about specifically, though. 
    There are the Angels, and their legions, and the forces they represent. The inner fires and how they relate to the planetary forces, the creation and maintenance of the Body of Light, Soul Travel, and Ascension.
    And there are the demons, of course. It’s nice that they’re back in the RO repertoire of spirits to conjure and work with. Everyone loves to talk about demons, right? Especially Bune, because, well, duh… Teh Moniez! 
    And then there’s Babalon. I could talk about Her and the Beast for hours, and she’d love it. Love it. Sex magic, impetuosity, right action, getting laid to do the Work. Much better than doing the Work to get laid, imho. 
    I’d like to talk about something bigger though. Something that puts all this shit in its proper place, its proper perspective. Something amazing. Something simple. Something that you already do sometimes. Something you already know, but maybe haven’t figured out how to use. It’s there in Agrippa, and it’s there in the Picatrix. It’s a simple thing, so simple, and yet so profound. 
    And it’s The Key to Magic. All magic. All of it. The kind that visibly manifests entities in your neighbor’s garage, the kind that brings the ideal job at twice the required salary, the kind that manifests incredible sex. The kind that puts you in the company of the gods, where you can talk policy.
    It took me years to get to a point where I can understand what I’m talking about, and I’m not entirely convinced I’m ready to try to put it into words. Long time friends have suggested I’ve found a new drug, and though its effects are pretty similar to being high and blissed out, it’s not the effect of any added chemicals that has me tripping so hard. Something’s changed. And I know what it was. I can pinpoint the moment, the exact moment my life changed, and I found the answer.
    And I’ve got to say it, to put it in the best words I can find, the closest match, and drive the meaning itself through those symbols by the force of my Will. 
    And yes, Angels and Demons and Magicians… Theurgy, Goety, Sex, and Money. Hermetic Hijinks on the Emerald Road.
    Yes, that’s exactly what it’s all about. 
    Join me in Jersey, I’m on at about 8:45 PM – 10:15 PM, after Jason and before Andrieh. (Thanks Arthur, perfect!)
  • Sex and Health and Magic

    Picture me pacing again, because I am. I think I’ve got it.

    Ok then, here goes…

    Sex. Sex is beautiful, amazing, incredible. It is a worthy goal to pursue, as any artist pursues perfection in their craft or skill. With the flesh as your medium, you can create exquisite masterpieces in the flushed hues of your lover’s skin, their dilating pupils, their gasps and moans a symphony of pleasure, an orchestra in flames.

    And that’s just the fun kind.

    But there’s another layer to sex that kicks things up a notch. It’s common occult knowledge, if you look in the fun places from the right angle. Italian occultists used a version of it (see this link, page 455) to perform some rites that some believe are pretty black at the core.

    Alchemy - Anneal - V2The sphere of the woman is heated through certain rites, preparing her to become the source of heat for the man’s transformation. She is spiritually designed to be the energetic source of the Alchemical Fire he needs to become purified. Their rites do not involve the release of his semen at climax, but there are plenty of orgasms to go around.

    What bothers people about this rite is that there’s a lot of mind control aspects, and the woman is basically treated as a sex slave, her spiritual pursuits are sidelined while he gets to be released from the flesh and have the soul of an Ascended Master take over his flesh.

    I don’t think the system is entirely accurately depicted in the referenced book, nor do I think the critics understand the system. While it’s true, the woman is open to the mental manipulation of the man during their sexual rites, and he can totally dominate her and abuse her, so also is he open to her manipulations and can likewise be manipulated and abused… and that’s precisely the point.

    The two magi are entwined and Working together to accomplish the transformation of the self. They are open to the psychic manipulation of one another. They are joined, conjoined, they are the Holy Hermaphrodite seen in the Art card, in Temperance, the temper-ation of the material, the annealing process that takes place in the heat of the Solar Sun.

    This rite requires a level of trust that is seldom attained between two people in the flesh. “In perfect love and perfect trust.” It’s that level of love and trust we’re talking about. It’s got to go deeper than anything married couples feel for one another. It’s deeper than a contract, deeper than either person’s gender roles.

    Finding that person… well, I don’t think you can just conjure that into being. Maybe you can, I don’t know. It seems like a pretty bad idea to try to force this kind of thing. It would be too easy to do the conjuration rite, and then take the first redhead that comes along thinking that’s your Scarlet Woman, only to find out later you made a terrible mistake in your overeagerness.

    I guarantee I was not interested in anything like that manifesting in my life. I didn’t ask for a Scarlet Woman. I didn’t want any kind of relationship stuff, I just aimed for the Work, doing rites to increase the Heat of the Seven Flames of the Throne of God. The point was to unify them, to create a Uniflame* that would incinerate the dross and complete the calcinato of the events of the last 12 years of my life, freeing me to launch the ROpocalypse.

    The results… Well. The results. You saw them unfolding in real time, sort of, here on the blog. First Eris popped up and gave me a good old fashioned brainwashing with a Muse, and consequently I awoke from a Bad Trip. Two messages were received, “nothing is real, all is permitted” and “do what thou will is the whole of the law.” This was a very important part of the process. Without that freedom of mind, I wouldn’t have been able to accept what happened next.

    And what happened next was something really cool. It started with a mutual friend recommending we talk about some occult subjects, and then there was rum, and pirate talk, a spark and a flame, and a week later I was booking a flight, and a week after that I was enjoying the company of the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met.

    And that wasn’t even the freaking POINT of the magic I was doing. That’s why I don’t think it’s a good idea to conjure a Scarlet Woman or a Sex Magic Partner. If you want to get laid, get laid, don’t whore out your magic. Don’t pretend to do magic for spiritual enlightenment if you’re really just looking for an orgasm. This stuff is not about orgasm at all. Orgasm is a side effect, a distraction from the point, and the actual release of the semen is the death of the rite.

    It only looks like sex on the outside. It’s all about a transformation that takes place during the rite. The heat, the passion, the intent, the sweat, the fluids, the emotions, the will, the flesh are all mingled and focused (focus is the word of the day) on one thing, not a seal or sigil or sign or symbol, but an awareness, a state of observation and articulation. It is gnosis, it is completely empowered and completely empty of power. It is author-ity, and sub-mission, all at once. It is the place where dualism disintegrates revealing the Union of the Participants, on every level.

    There are physical exercises to do. There are muscles in the sacral area that need to be carefully flexed and controlled for long periods of time. There are techniques in Taoist Alchemy that are important to integrate into your practices.

    And another thing, health matters. I’ve lost a lot of weight on this Babalon diet. I’m enjoying exercise again, for the first time in 20 years. Food tastes better, and I’m eating better foods. The Scarlet Woman turned me onto this veggie, bean, and meat diet six days a week, and a blow out carb day once a week. I love the effect. No sugar, low low fat, and I can eat all the healthy stuff I want all day. Grape tomatoes with cucumbers and hummus, sliced rib eye, grilled chicken, fish, scallops, oysters, eggs and spinach or broccoli, zucchini with salsa on top, black beans, lentils, black eyed peas…

    It’s so delicious. On the carb day, I have to force myself to partake of the kinds of food I used to eat on a daily basis. I had a piece of pizza Saturday, and it was like, ew… carb high… bleah. But it’s important to snap your body out of starvation mode. I don’t really understand the details, but it works really well.

    So that’s the Sex and Health bit, and throughout I think I’ve covered the topic of the magics, the eternally significant parts. It’s transformative. The results aren’t aimed at physical reality, but they impact physical reality. It’s the creation of the world, but not by creating the world. By knowing and being in a state of ecstasy.

    Next we get back to Goetia.

    * Yes I did that on purpose, because I love you.

  • The GREAT Work… and Babalon… and the Beast.

    The Magnum Opus. The Great Work. The Really Big Process of Solve et Coagula, the breaking apart, and the bringing together, to be broken apart, and dispersed. Transmutation and Transmigration of the Soul of the Man.

    It’s that Work. Yes. that Work. That is why we’re here. Today. That’s why I write, that’s why you come here and read.

    So… how do I put this…

    I’m pacing in my mind, because it helps me think. And this one requires thought and care as I pick the words.  It’s a story of what happened that changed everything. There are pieces I don’t understand, even though I know what happened, and there are things that I can’t talk about, even if I could put them into words.

    But it’s really simple too.

    See, I went through some changes in my personal life that have worked out in my favor. A lot. I am able now to focus my attention (“the Word of the day is Focus”) on the Great Work, and I have done so. The more attention I focused on reclaiming efforts, the more amazing things happened in my material world. Things have been interesting.

    I had my perspective on life radically altered. The Solve phase really solved a lot. The Coagula phase has been incredible. I’m being put back together again with more pieces than I had before, and the pieces I had that are being salvaged are made shiny and new again.

    I feel again, and my feelings are all so sensitive and rich and full. Things taste better, the world is lit from within, and I am never really very far from the Spirit world that overlaps and permeates everything, all at once, not at all unlike a painted whore…

    Harlotry

    And there’s Babalon… She only wants everything poured out in her Cup, nothing more than everything I’ve got. And I don’t mind, because she’s turned out to be someone I knew a long time ago. She is Binah, in a way, and also the Spiritus Mundi, who gave flesh to the spirit for Love’s sake in the Pymander.

    Babalon is an awareness, a … relationship. She’s a deity too, but she’s also a Gate. She’s the escort, the force of gravity that draws you through yourself to the other side. She wants everything because that’s what it takes to get you in the right shape to be on the other side. You have to be pulled completely apart to be brought completely together. And the things that go on during the process are inexpressible, pure beauty mainlined direct into the veins…

    And then there’s the Beast. I thought it would be something like Her, a Deity that was also a frame of mind, and in a way, yes, that’s true. But in other ways, not at all.

    Beastliness

    Beastliness, it turns out, is a trait, a characteristic of the Magician who actively creates the World. The Emerald Tablet is a path, a guidebook, an instruction manual for the Hermetic Magician. Ascend, Descend in Power, CREATE THE WORLD!

    That’s the Hermetic Mandate. Create your fucking world. For your pleasure. For your fun.

    The Beast is doing that. All the time. Because always… in all ways…

    the Beast is Fucking.

    The Beast is Fucking the Scarlet Woman, Sowing the Seeds of ALL EXISTENCE at once. He has ascended to the heavens and returned, empowered, the manifestation of the Seven Flames before the Throne of God on Earth in a Unifeied form, and writhing on him is the Sacred Whore, receiving his seed and in turn manifesting his Will.

    The Beast is Fucking.

    Hot passionate Fucking. Tender, sweet, intense Fucking. Fucking and cumming, cumming and fucking. He is enflamed, engorged, and insatiable, and his partner is likewise consumed with the urge to receive the seed, to conceive the child of the union in the explosive heat of the ongoing crash of orgasm after orgasm. He is ever cumming, she is ever conceiving, yet they are never spent.

    There’s a sexual aspect to the Beast and the Harlot that is somewhat subtle, and relatively easy to miss, so I’ll just make sure it’s clear:

    The magic of the Beast and the Harlot is sex magic, and is performed and activated by having sex. 

    With a partner. A living human partner in the flesh. And not just any partner, one who understands:

    • what… 
    • the… 
    • fuck… 
    • is… 
    • going… 
    • on

    It is not masturbation. It is not marital sex. It’s not hot horny teenage sex. It’s … deeper. And not about anything that sex is normally about.

    Drivers, you cum, you lose. Relax. Don’t do it. Orgasm’s ok, but not the cumming. Keep your seed inside. Pay attention. To the foundations of the Kingdom. Your heavenly constellations are buried in the roots of your Kingdom, mang. Dig deeper. See the Stars.

    Driven, you come, you score. The Cup wins every time.

    And Babalon’s sitting there, just trying to get pregnant the whole time. On purpose*. And you’ve got to respect that, and give her something to bring into being. You will give her something, I guarantee it. What will it be?

    Nothing less than all you are will suffice, nothing less than all you do. Consciously, and on purpose.

    It’s what you’re here for, to live in Her, United for the sake of Love.

    Celibacy


    And gents, when you’re not fucking, don’t cum.** Don’t jack off. Let the pressure grow and be transformed. In three days it turns into something else, something beyond fucking. Something holy that can be channeled as you Will. Plug that into seals in your throat chakra for some in-ter-est-ing stuff when you’re nowhere near the priestess.

    * Thanks be to Sefriel for the heads up, but even forewarned, the urge to procreate is a massive force to be reckoned with.

    ** You should be holding your seed when fucking the scarlet woman too, you bastard, but I understand. She’s hot. Remember that’s the aim though, eh? It opens Gates.