Month: October 2011

Magick Working Journal

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.

Dream Journal

Yeah, I’ve been slacking, but I took notes. Here’s two day’s worth.

10/03-10/04/11

I dreamt of matryoska (Russian nesting dolls). I only recall the dream vaguely, but in some way the dolls were punching holes in the fabric of the universe.

10/04-10/05/11

This one is much more convoluted. I dreamt that I worked in a warehouse that shipped White Wolf books. The cavernous warehouse held many catwalks. On a few of the catwalks, Japanese families would be sitting around a low table having a formal dinner. The workers needed to walk around them.

The management instituted several “get to know your fellow employee” ideas. For this, the printers each of us had for labels would occasionally print out character sheets detailing our co-workers. One interesting thing on the sheets was a an entry for “What devil do you serve?”

After work, they set up banquet tables for the employees to have dinner. The women sitting next to me kept asking me out.

Sadly, this combines two recent jobs I’ve had, working in a warehouse (motorcycle parts, not books) and working at a hotel. Fuck I hate dreaming about work.

Occupy Together | Home

Occupy Together | Home

elfboi:

liberationfrequency:

Occupy Cologne is still quite small…

Magick Working Journal

10/03/11

I wanted to use a mudra today, a hand position that is supposed to invoke certain feelings if used during meditation. I have mentioned before my magus motto – Quero Regnum – which means “I seek the Kingdom.” Its a surprisingly Christian theme (surprising for me anyway), that expresses my desire to use my actions to create a utopia based on love and peace here on earth. In some ways, I view the magickan’s journey through the Tree of Life in reverse. I believe we need to bring heaven to us here in Malkuth.

To fit my motto I decided on the “Connect to the Earth” mudra. I have never seen myself as much of an environmentalist, or an Earth worshipper. This was more to connect with my motto. Yet, when I used it, I came to the realization that whatever we do as human beings, we really need to clear it with the planet we live on, which I believe to be an entity. After this, I sought a connection with her. I felt a profound sadness, and not anger, but frustration that she has been trying to get our attention, but we have not been listening.

Dream Journal

10/02-10/03/11

I dreamt I was part of a panel, we actually called ourselves an inquisition. Just as you see on TV, a group of people behind a long dais, each one with a gavel. Except we were not dressed as judges but in regular street clothes. We were there to decide the fate of rich executives who had devastated our economy.

I guess my recent activist activities have bled over into my subconscious. No, I don’t hope it goes down like this. Maybe some people need to be brought to trial, but not an “inquisition.”

Dream Journal

10/01-10/02/11

Apparently in my dream world, the music industry is pretty fucked up.

I dreamt I went to go visit my brother. He was still living in my mom’s old house by the lake. At one point I get left with some of his friends, guys I did not recognize at all. It was one of those uncomfortable moments were you must socialize with people you know you have very little in common with.

The the conversation turned to music. These guys listened to a lot of country, which I pretty much despise. When they asked me what I listened to, to try and fit in, I mentioned I liked John Cougar Mellencamp. (This is a bit of a stretch. In my 135 GB of music I have not one song my JCM. I don’t think I’ve heard one in years. I do, however, appreciate his populist political stance. He’s a tolerable rock & roll musician. I wouldn’t run screaming from a place playing his music.)

After admitting this, one of the guys mentioned that John Cougar Mellencamp had teamed up with David Byrne, and they now play music with the remaining members of the Grateful Dead.

I don’t remember anything else from this dream, but I’d pay money to see that act.

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goldmark:

What appears to be about 1,000 Occupy Wall Street protestors have marched part of the way across the Brooklyn Bridge, stopped eastbound traffic, and are staying put under the western arches of the bridge with a heavy police presence. 

For a while, cars were stopped waiting for the march to continue, but they have all now turned around and gone the wrong way back west to Manhattan. For a moment it was a site to behold as a couple dozen cars made awkward U-turns in the narrow lanes, facing in all directions at once. Traffic on the other side, westbound, is fine. 

It’s been going on for about 15 minutes on the bridge so far, and some protesters seem to be trickling back to Manhattan. 

According to Occupy Wall Street organizers at least 20 people have already been arrested. Here’s the live stream for closeups. 

And I’m posting a few more pics, including one with the full arches visible to my twitter feed, @alexgoldmark, since this Tumblr seems very slow at loading now. 

and this still isn’t receiving as much media attention as it should. i saw fox news had been covering it last night, but since fox news isn’t a news source, i don’t think it really counts.