Tuesday, July 1st, 2014

Rituals Performed: Gnostic Chaosphere, Banishing of the Wind, Adorations of Thoth

And we are back….

In May I was told that I had fulfilled my novice requirements for the IOT and that my journal would no longer be subject to review. So I got lazy. It started with not doing the writing and escalated to skipping daily practice all together. It’s not that I didn’t do any magick, but I only did it when I felt like it, or needed it. Like the creation of the servitor Imgob Bumina, a handy job finding spirit my mentor passed off to me (Hail IMGOB BUMINA!).

Not a good way to build up magical skill, especially for someone like me who has such a long way to go and a horrible history of laziness. But that’s over. I have rededicated myself to daily practice and will start working on some bigger projects, summer distractions be damned.

Started with a Gnostic Chaosphere, it went about as well as to be expected. Some of my vibrations were strong, some not so. I had trouble maintaining visualization of the chaospheres. Things seemed clunky, that feeling of “this is a weird thing to be doing.”

I then sat down for some motionless meditation. Ever since learning about them, I have been wanting to experiment with binaural beats, I’ll let Wikipedia explain what they are. The binaural sounds did not produce any dramatic effects, but there were some noticeable differences. for one, I couldn’t keep track of time. I managed sixteen minutes motionless and it seemed much shorter. Late into the meditation I saw Norse/Celtic style, decorative geometric patterns, colored in magenta, floating before my eyes. It is interesting to note that I got into a heated debate with one of our local Asatru leaders today. He has a hard time seeing Loki’s side of things. 😉

Overall, the binaural beats were very relaxing, giving my meditation a dream like quality. I had the feeling that it’s the type of thing that builds up the more you do it. It probably rewrites neural pathways.

Speaking of dreams, there’s another area I have decided to work on. I have never been good at remembering and consistently recording my dreams. I have a theory that doing more dream work will help me embrace the strange and make my mind less rigid when perceiving magical phenomena. I have started my dream journal again and may share some of that here.

And to help facilitate that dream work and meditation, I am looking into experimenting with some of the few legal ethnogens left. I have ordered some calea zacatechichi, an herb that is supposed to enhance dreams and cause lucid dreaming. I’ll record my discoveries here. Interested parties should take a look at Bouncing Bear Botanicals. I have yet to try their product but they get good reviews and they have fast shipping and a clean website. I know that some blue lotus and amantia muscaria (fly agaric) are in my future as well.

Other than that, it seems Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt is still doing his job, but slowly. I need to make an exercise servitor too. Some kind of personal trainor.

I need to call up Mr. Clicks again and berate him. He failed in his mission and needs to get straightened out.

Stay tuned for more chaos magick. Further posts will be on my other blog magicalrecord.tumblr.com. As always, I am open to questions about my workings or chaos

Activist Magick

What if it were true?

What if, in the time before, when the darkness could only be fought with guttering flame, those with free spirits congregated and cavorted on the heath. Wild women, and sometimes men, held black Sabbaths, calling on a goat-god, reveling in their freedom, spitting in the eye of the authorities – be they lord or church.

What if it were true?

That the cunning ones and the wise women would help those in need with a poultice, charm, or spell. But those who caused strife or abused their authority would be victims of a foul curse. The powers that be, when they stepped over the line, would be on the receiving end of blights that withered their crops, killed their animals, and suffered their homes a visit from the pox.

What if it were true?

That there were always those who were too different, too non-conformist, too smart to be caught in the bullshit. Those that worked alone, or sometimes in covens. Witches that walked among us during the day, but at night called down a wrathful goddess to take back for the people what belong to the people.

What if we could make it true?

Peter J. Carroll, father of Chaos Magick, has said, “Magick is best employed to tip the scales of chance in our favor.” It’s the little nudge that pushes probability. That sets us on the right path to fulfill our desire or our will.

Now we see the charade of global capitalism on the edge. Indigenous people are rising up in many nations to stop the rape of the land. Protesters have changed our language, pointed out the massive inequity in our system. Credit markets are failing. Millions in Greece and Spain march against the old oppression, relabeled austerity. The Earth itself is lashing out, saying, “No more.”

All it needs is a little push….

“Do as thou Will shall be the whole of the Law.” For many practitioners, their Will includes not only changing themselves but changing the world. Too often, those who seek to do practical magick are derided. It is called Black Magick, or Low Magick. Its adherents snickered at behind their backs. Pity laid upon them for their failure to see the Great Work.

What greater work can there be than giving voice to the voiceless, helping others who suffer, or saving the biosphere? Sitting alone is our temples seeking a mythical purely spiritual enlightenment or some kind of personal awakening, denies that we are part of a community, a nation, and a world. Every man and woman is a star but we all swirl in the spiral dance of galaxies to make up a universe. When that universe is out of balance what do we turn to?

First and foremost, every magician needs to do everything possible on the physical plane to realize their will. Casting spells at your political rivals is no substitution for good old fashioned real-world activism. In any way you believe your efforts are best targeted—through protest, or voting, political organizing, civil disobedience, or even bribery and violence—you must do your utmost to produce change before turning to magick. Doing anything else is an affront to magick. If your will isn’t strong enough to do anything more than a facebook post, what makes you think your mighty power can bring down Exxon-Mobile?

Like any seed you plant, magickal fruit only grows from fertile ground. But after the marching and shouting, as magicians, we can do a little more.

Using magick to make political change not only gives us another tool with which to tear down the establishment. It is in many ways, the weapon best suited for the job.

We often speak of egregores, the spirits that build up around social structures. Magicians more than anyone know how powerful these entities can be, especially when cemented with oaths and pacts. What is a corporation or a government if not an egregore? They are, in essence, a psychological and spiritual construct. Make no mistake; a corporate entity is more powerful and dangerous than any goetic demon.

Corporations have their own sigils and signs, constantly reaffirmed and cemented in our collective unconscious. For many of us, we were born, raised, and will die knowing corporate entities better than our own myths. How many will serve and sacrifice under the signs of McDonalds, Wal-Mart, BP, and General Motors?

This, better than any other explanation, tells us how these corporations can be lead by persons with the purest of motives. How their CEOs get up, go to work, and go home and love their families, all the while making decisions that will impoverish nations and poison the people. They serve a spirit now more powerful than the Church in Rome, and wealthier than the dreams of Solomon. And that spirit, given one task—make more money—will do so with all the ruthless inhuman efficiency of the vilest devil.

This is not to say there are no Black Brothers. I firmly believe that these were the men that Crowley was referring to, those who would be the masters of mankind for their own selfish gain. We often lament the decline of American manufacturing. We see our loss of supremacy in education, technological expertise, and even service. How does the US manage to continue dominating the rest of the world?

One, we excel at the use of force. In military strength we are unrivalled. But also, it is the unseen trillions upon trillions of dollars we spend on public relations. What was in more honest times called propaganda. In the art of controlling men’s minds, the US has no equal. Madison Avenue is a hive of Black Brothers seeking to control us, serving the corporate demons in their quest for more and more and more. As even Adolf Hitler knew, in Mein Kampf, after World War I, he noted that Germany did not lose by force at arms alone. It was the propaganda machine of Generalissimo Woodrow Wilson that truly carried the day.

Against such an army of Black Brothers, what can stand but the aeons old symbols of our spiritual heritage, carried forth to battle by their last believers?

Who are these spiritual warriors in the struggle? Who stands against the Black Brothers? As Jack Parsons said:

WE ARE THE WITCHCRAFT. We are the oldest organization in the world. When man was born, we were. We sang the first cradle song. We healed the first wound, we comforted the first terror. We were the Guardians against the Darkness, the Helpers on the Left Hand Side. Rock drawings in the Pyrenees remember us, and little clay images, made for an old purpose when the world was new. Our hand was on the old stone circles, the monolith, the dolmen, and the druid oak. We sang the first hunting songs, we made the first crops to grow; when man stood naked before the Powers that made him, we sang the first chant of terror and wonder. We wooed among the Pyramids, watched Egypt rise and fall, ruled for a space in Chaldea and Babylon, the Magician Kings. We sat among the secret assemblies of Israel, and danced the wild and stately dances in the sacred groves of Greece.
 
Sometimes we move openly, sometimes in silence and in secret. Night and day are one to us, calm and storm, seasons and the cycles of man, all these things are one, for we are at the roots. Supplicant we stand before the Powers of Life and Death, and are heard of these Powers, and avail. Our way is the secret way, the unknown direction. Our way is the way of the serpent in the underbrush, our knowledge is in the eyes of goats and of women.

 
Our fight is characterized in the nature of magick itself. Magick IS rebellion.
 
It is not thoughtless rebellion. It knows the score. Magicians know, just like the garment worker in Bangladesh, the immigrants in Europe and Dubai, and American fast food workers, that they are getting fucked and it’s the entire system that’s been fucking them all along.
 
Nor is magick prettified and packaged by New Age shops. As a devotee of Thoth, as much as I would love to say otherwise, it is not in the books nor online. Magick doesn’t require a college degree.
 
Magick is the ultimate fuck you to the patriarchal god, to law, to society and to reality itself.
 
If those of you on the right-wing of the political spectrum are beginning to suspect this sermon isn’t meant for you, you are correct. We are those that defy authority. We are those that destroy institutions. We are those that bring down the status quo. Feel free to step away now. Go and serve your masters if that is your will. If you foolishly believe that your worm will turn and you will be the one on top when the time comes, make sure to bring plenty of sacrifices to the God of Money. He only wants everything you hold dear, especially your freedom. As the wise shaman once said, “The things you own end up owning you.”
 
All we have are our tools. But what wondrous tools they are.
 
First we have fear. Fear of the Devil. In a masterful stroke of spiritual judo we have taken the adversary they created to keep the people in line and adopted him as our patron. To call on Baphomet is not only to adopt the truth of duality, but to scare the shit out of those who aren’t quite so certain of the great Demiurge’s ability to protect them from we that go bump in the night. And the amount of fear seems to be directly correlated to the amount they have to lose.
 
We have panic and fear, in the form of the curse. A force so strong that just the suspicion of it was capable of making otherwise stable and sober brethren of Christ go absolutely ape-shit attacking each other.
 
Add to fear our true magical arsenal, that which changes minds, and depending on your paradigm, can control everything on a sub atomic level. We have sigils and servitors. We have goetic demons and familiar spirits. All of this can and should be utilized in the battle.
 
This is your call to arms. It’s time for us to learn the secrets of the folk again. They’re not lighting bonfires on heaths all that often anymore. They’re organizing marches and protests and information wars. Can you deny the power of the March to Montgomery, of the Summer of Love, of Occupy? We need to get organized.
 
Right now we have a few scattered actions and dedicated groups. They rise up and sink away on Facebook. Or remain in the shadows like the Knights of Chaos at Arcanorium College.
 
What we require is a unified, pan-tradition, organization that can bring together magicians in the numbers that we need to make the change. An organization that can identify causes and targets, and lead us not only in physical resistance but magical as well.
 
Perhaps that’s your challenge.

Ask!

As made obvious by the various 101 and teaching blogs, a lot of people come to tumblr to learn. I’m not sure it’s the most effective tool, but it is a great place to answer questions for people who’s curiosity has landed them in strange places.

What I don’t see, however, is a blog that answers questions about, or espouses the view of the chaos “tradition.”

At first glance, a chaos tradition seems an oxymoron, but there is a direct link between the works of Osman Austin Spare, Ray Sherwin, Peter J. Carroll, Phil Hine, Andrieh Vitimus, The Temple of Phychick Youth, and the Illuminates of Thaneteros. 

You don’t know who or what those things are? Ask!

This is my roundabout way of saying that my inbox is open for questions concerning chaos magick and the chaos magick tradition. I’m not the leading authority, but I’ve picked up a few things.

Servitor Creation – Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt

It’s time to tackle my ultimate challenge as a magician. I have been obese since I was ten years old. My wife has been overweight since her teens. In me, it has caused the onset of Type II Diabetes. In my wife, it has destroyed her gallbladder and her knees. Every year, the list of things we are unable to do physically gets longer. This has to stop. If I can break my addiction to over-eating and keep up on an effective physical regime that gets me below 200 pounds, and help my wife do the same, I would consider it a testament to my powers as a magician.

I know it’s going to take more than this one working. This will be a continuous magical war, with many battles, some of which I will lose, but ultimately I must prevail.

Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt

Who is Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt? One of my favorite episodes of the Futurama is when the main character, Fry, gets infected with uber-intelligent parasitic worms. Instead of making him weaker as most parasites do, these worms actually make him stronger. They work his muscles and even improve the pathways in his brain to make him smarter. What’s not to love? In the show, the leader of the parasites is the Lord Mayor of Cologne. In Germany, they translated this to Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt, which means Lord Mayor of Intestine, which is apparently even more hysterical for them since there actually is a town called Darmstadt in Germany.

How do I get these miracle worms inside me? At first consideration, one would call this an invocation. But I’m not looking for this spirit to enter me in a metaphysical sense. I want it to live inside me sharing physical space. This requires an edible representation of the servitor.

The Creation

Nothing looks more like worms than pasta. The first step is to make the dough that will be used to shape the servitor. Any basic pasta recipe will do.

1 Cup all-purpose flour

½ teaspoon salt

1 egg

2 tablespoons water

Wisk together flour and salt. Form it into a mound on a clean work surface and hollow out the middle with your finger making it a ring.

Beat the egg and water together. Pour it into the flour ring.

Lightly mix and then knead the dough for 6-10 minutes.

Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and let sit for 30 minutes.
 

This gives us time for the magick bit. Inscribe on the dough package with a marker the sigil of Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt.

Clear the temple space using the Gnostic Chaosphere Ritual.

Next, an invocation to aid in the creation, always good to have a god on your side. I have been thinking of adopting the Chaobala presented in The Epoch as my dominate paradigm for a while, and looking in that we see Sol as the deity of perfection of self. I have chosen to invoke him in the form of Amun-Ra. No need to reinvent the wheel, I found this interesting invocation at http://www.freewebs.com/m7amonra3/invocationtoamunra.htm. I like this invocation because it mentions making bread, and pasta is essentially boiled bread.*

“O Heavenly Creator, who resides above clouds in the distant sky, who watches the Living with your Eye, hear me.  I am a pure soul.  I have not sinned or insulted your majesty.  I am a good and civil citizen who loves liberty and life.  Grant unto me your guidance, your illumination, that I may use it to illuminate others.  Fear not, for you are the Lord, O Amon-Ra, and no hardship may befall me, for I am your humble servant, and lay in your protective embrace.  O Grand Creator and Designer of all Life, hear me and behold – for I lift up the earth, irrigate the fields, and drink of your nectar; I am one with the universe and am content.  As you created my form and gave it destiny, so I create this bread and dine on it in your name.  Holy, holy are thy arms who give light unto the world.  I count the number of fingers that touch the ground, and see the loving flowers smiling in your presence.  O Amon-Ra, Guardian of Time, giver of justice to the Two Lands, give us justice and tranquility. “

Place the dough ball on the altar and meditate on the sigil to empower the servitor. Then, at least a few moments of no-mind.

Speak the following incantation:

I call you forth mighty sovereign of worms.

Chew my fat and make me strong.

Fill my belly and stop my maw.

Make my muscles move, my body to improve.

Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt, lead your people to my promised land, and make me a better man.

Get your pot boiling. Knead the dough a few more times and roll it out on a floured counter. While forming the final pasta, chant a sigilized statement of intent:

By my will I create Oberbürgermeister von Darmstadt – RULOVE STMDI BACNYGW

Then cut and form into worm shapes, one per customer, now’s not the time to over indulge.

Speak the following in Ouranian Barbaric:

BRERSINA HEV TEDADEXOG. IT JAFRIX DIBONGOF.

Loosely translated – Eat your fill. Be my will. An instruction to the servitor to take into itself excess calories and aid in dieting by increasing your willpower and inducing a feeling of fullness.

Swallow the worm whole, maybe with a little olive oil to help it down.

Close the temple.

Banish.

*Yes, I cut out the bits about sacrificing thousands of this and that to Ra, and smiting Babylon and all that. I don’t intend to dedicate every meal for the next decade to Ra, and I am most fond of Babylon.

An Introduction to Activist Magick

What if it were true?

What if, in the time before, when the darkness could only be fought with guttering flame, those with free spirits congregated and cavorted on the heath. Wild women, and sometimes men, held black Sabbaths, called on a goat-god, reveled in their freedom, spitting in the eye of the authorities – be they lord or church.

What if it were true?

That the cunning ones and the wise women would help those in need with a poultice, charm, or spell. But those who caused strife or abused their authority would be victims of a foul curse. The powers that be, when they stepped over the line, would be on the receiving end of blights that withered their crops, killed their animals, and suffered their home a visit from the pox.

What if it were true?

That there were always those who were too different, too non-conformist, too smart to be caught in the bullshit. Those that worked alone or sometimes in covens. Women and men that walked among us during the day, but at night called down a wrathful goddess to take back for the people what belong to the people.

What if we could make it true?

Peter J. Carroll, father of Chaos Magick, has said, “Magick is best employed to tip the scales of chance in our favor”. It’s the little nudge that pushes probability. That sets us on the right path to fulfill our desire or our will.

Now we see the whole global charade of global capitalism on the edge. Indigenous people are rising up in many nations to stop the rape of the land. Protesters have changed our language, pointed out the massive inequity in our system. Credit markets are failing. Millions in Greece and Spain march against the old oppression, relabeled austerity. The Earth itself is lashing out, saying, “No more.”

All it needs is a little push. 

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In My Babylon, the magus, consumed with longing, seeks to create a replacement for his lost love using a grisly ritual that requires the theft of a body. Through her creation, he learns that he has a much bigger role to play, and that she may be a form of salvation not only for him but for others. 

 

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