10/04
Yesterday’s meditation and ritual were crap. Right before meditating I had spent a couple of hours putting up my Halloween decorations outside. Sadly, this constitutes strenuous activity for me. So when I sat down to meditate I thought being slightly out of breath would help my brain reach some altered states. As I willfully controlled my breathing, my mind did experience that weird expanding of time. This lasted for about two minutes.
After that, complete chaos. I couldn’t focus on a damn thing, or focus on nothing. My brain became a shitstorm of idiocy, and I stumbled through my banishing ritual.
Only interesting thing on a magickal note would be a conversation I had with my wife later. Now I’m not one to talk about occult conspiracies. I generally look for natural mundane causes for most everything in life. I am certainly not a fan of “The Devil made me do it.” We were watching an episode of Ghost Hunters. They were investigating a prison where Charles Manson had once stayed, and were getting some interesting evidence. I mentioned to my wife that from what I have read and the interviews of Manson I have watched, I believe that he may have been influenced by a powerful outside entity. I believe Trent Reznor caught a wiff of it when he recorded The Downward Spiral in the Tate murder house. And I would not be surprised if a bit of it was left behind in that prison.
After our talk I thought about how it might be interesting as a lark to write Manson in prison and ask him about his experiences. He has to have a lot of time on his hands. It took two minutes for me to realize what bad fucking idea this is. Let’s just say I’m not crazy for a second and I’m right about this entity. The last thing I need to do is attract it’s attention. Or maybe I do? Do I have the cojones to put the thing in it’s place?
When doing a little further research on Manson I learned he spent some time here in Indianapolis. I don’t think I’m ready to follow this trail. I’m about to go do today’s meditation and banishing. Here’s to keeping the fucker out.