kvlt-ov-romance:

When you see the stars clearly
When you can identify the constellations
Follow them, they will lead you to greatness
To a land, to a state of being
Where time ceases to be relevant
And where life’s burdens melt away

kvlt-ov-romance:

From outside of the system
Looking inwards at the calamity
One can place themselves above
Beyond the disarray and disorder
And in their isolation
They can strengthen themselves
Never follow the herd, or you will never be heard

Gather round kids and let old Frater Threskiornis tell you why talking boards have such a bad rep. You see, if you are calling on a specific spirit, there’s a chance you’re gonna piss them off. Here’s why, and I’ll put it in terms you kids can understand. When you use other forms of spirit communication, it’s more like texting. The spirit can get back to it when they feel like and they don’t feel intruded upon. When you use a talking board, it’s like making a voice phone call. That shit better be important.

Now if you’re calling for unspecific spirits, then you aught to be prepared to run into some assholes anyway.

Really, they are no different than other forms of spirit communication. Just know the etiquette. 

Notes from Emergent Magick

scrollofthoth:

“You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very
close-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those
people as yourself and your friends.”

– Robert Anton Wilson

Magick has been sold to you. Modern magick was developed in
the Victorian Era and to its detriment, was influenced by the dominant thought
currents of the time. Those being, produce a product and sell it. Since then,
Western books on magick have focused almost exclusively on instructing
individual magi to practice on their own. The magus was reduced, as the public
relations field advocated, to an individual atom of consumption. They were told
that if they went into their basements and performed the exercises in the book,
they would become master magicians.

This is a lie.

While the magick instruction manuals coming out of the
English Magical Revival were originally written as training manuals for magical
orders, when they reached the publishers that changed. They wanted to sell
books to as many people as possible, not just to a select group. So the myth
was born that magick could be a solitary, masturbatory concern. We wish to
disabuse you of that notion.

Not that you shouldn’t practice magick on your own. In fact,
it will serve you well in developing skills. You can be a solitary magus, but
you will never be as good as if you work with a group. Just like every organism
more complex than a worm, you can only fulfill your purpose by joining with
others. It is only through working with others with a magical consciousness will
you flower as a magus.

We stand guilty as charged of the crime of producing another
magical instruction manual. However, we will not lie to you and say this book
alone will make you a great magus. It won’t change your life, get you laid,
make you $3,000 a month, or remove unwanted blemishes. But being a member of
your own tribe will.

We offer the example of the Order of Emergent Magi for
instructional purposes, and if you find the Gutter Bible to be inspiring, we
suggest you contact us. Most will not, and that’s okay. But you now have the
task of either finding a magical tribe or forming one of your own. We hope you
find our examples and advice useful.

As people have moved to the cities and the nuclear family
has become the dominant social structure, our entire species has lost important
values and abilities. Small to mid-sized groups of people, from a dozen to around
one-hundred-and-fifty, make for more stable and less stressful lives. When you
have something that breaks and you don’t know how to fix, in the nuclear society
you have to pay someone to fix it or go without. With a strong tribe, chances
are you know someone who can fix it, or can borrow you a replacement until it
can be fixed. A strong tribe shares education, food, and living space, making
the individual less dependent on outside sources (governments and
corporations).

Those who wish to sell you things do not like tribes for
obvious reasons.

The disintegration of tribal structures in our personal
lives parallels a disintegration of belief in magick. We propose that magick is
the necessary component in tribal structures. Magick, through the performance
of group ritual, is what binds a tribe together psychologically and
spiritually.

This information should come as a shock to no one. Which is
why people join churches and masonic lodges. Sadly, those institutions have
failed us by becoming moribund in outdated social mores that focus more on
control than bringing people together. With magick, you can make your own,
based on your values and modern concepts of acceptance and love.

Today I am a Canadian. A lot of you probably don’t know The
Tragically Hip. They have been called the quintessential Canadian band. Not in
a prideful way. What they did was honor the spirit of the land. My wife and I
discovered The Tragically Hip shortly after we got our own place. We were the
lucky ones. Instead of having to see them at packed arenas and festivals in
Canada, we got to see them play bars and even once in a college gym. We danced
to “Fireworks” and the amazing poetry of Gordon Downie became the anthem for
our marriage.

I guess I have always been a little bit Canadian. When we
went to see them here in a small venue in Indianapolis we wore t-shirts with
the Canadian flag on them. After the show, as the ex-pats and those who
followed the band all the way from Canada hung out on the sidewalk and basked
in the afterglow of that amazing performance, folks would come up to us and ask
what province we were from. We giggled and told them the truth, that we were the
lucky few Americans that loved this band. But in our hearts we were Canadian
that day.

Gordon Downie made the trip to Fiddler’s Green today. Our
world is blessed for having known him.

The myth is neither here nor there, from the air
It’s just blue lake stains and green
And purified and parcelled squares
A crazy quilt of spearmint
Of mustard and honey tones
A scuffed-up kitchen floor
Of tiles on top of bones with a big trap door
Towns down diagonal lines
Disappear and drop out of sight
Into the night
Beyond the endless night
And underneath the grit and glare
In the unfettered nothingness and thin air
As herds of clouds lazily graze
On thermal sighs of delight
The Starpainters are taking over now
Their scaffolding is in its place
Your anaesthesiologist tonight
Is washing up and on her way