Silver Star

A JOURNAL OF NEW MAGICK

 Table of Contents
0. Letter from the Editrix by Soror Iris E. 15. Dr. John Montanee: A Grimoire
The BIRTH of a New Orleans Loa: Resurrection In
1. Cogito by Russel W.B. Kirkby Remembrance
by Dr. Louie Martinié
2. A Greater Feast, Rite of Passage
by Nema Andahadna 16. Spiritual Banishing, Bolt
Art by Matthew Baldwin-Ives by Denny Sargent

3. Temple Building 17. Report on the Founding of the Budapest Nexus of the
by Alicia Cole Horus-Maat Lodge
Art by Max K. Grimm by Saddie LaMort

4. Lucifer and Set: Exploring the Magickal Archetypes of the 18. Rudra Principal
Rebel and the Outcaste Hieros Gamos
Samhain Night Musing Including a Beautiful Pyramid
by Chakra 37 by Paul Hardacre

5. A Poem at the Moment of Sunrise 19. The Litany of Shoa

Words for the Wall by Sean Woodward
The Nu of Nuit
How to Sing Yourself into Being 20. Under the Shadow of Bright Wings
by Normandi Ellis Claws of Time (The Sphinx)
Ancient Egypt
6. Heaven For Some, Hell For Others With a Pen of Reed & Ink of Red
by Gerald del Campo by Shade Oroborous

7. HERU-AKKER-BENU 21. Dancing With the Shiva/Shakti All Stars

Woodgod Ganesha Puja-Emerald Zonule Renewal
Liber IO by Hermeticusnath
by Aion 131
22. The Space-marks Confounded
8. The Path and the Field by Soror Iris E.
by William Streek
23. Meditations on the Abyss
9. Di-anna, Painting Untitled (In the Presence of the Knight of Cups Thoth Tarot
by Mishlen Lindon Card)
Untitled (In the Presence of the Magus Thoth Tarot Card)
10. Dachtaphemn Untitled (In the Presence of the Star Thoth Tarot Card)
Ron Fiasco by Soror CVIII
11. The Electric Snake Boogy
Cain Marks 24. Ignite the Spark
Dreamer of the Dark Fantastic Eye Manifest
A Witched Wardrobe In Reverse Scriptures of A NU Aeon
The Empire Never Ended From Stardust to Stardust
by Justin Patrick Moore Morning Glories
Some Tention to Open the Gates
12. The Apocalypse of Narcissus Invocation of Now
by Ariel Saklas To Go
Re-Evolve
13. Initiation to Arunachala Ode to Lady Justice
by KAzIm
AnimA Motrix (Musick)
14. Hypermile Prelude, and Hypermile Prelude Archon by Daniel Niehaus
Gnostic Mix
by Shamaniacal 25. Further Notes on the Elevenstar Working
by Frater P.V.N.

26. A Thelemic Negative Confession

by Nemus Irradiatusnath
 Image Table of Contents

"Upon the Threshold of the 6th Aeon" (Cover) by Matthew Baldwin Ives
"Entre l'amour et la mort" (photograph) by Matthew Baldwin Ives

"Still Water, Clear as the Mud Settles" (acrylic on canvas) by Don Farrell
"A Descent of Nine, Pt. I" (ink on paper) by Don Farrell
"X. The Wheel of Fortune (Rota Taro Orat Tora Ator)" (acrylic on panel) by Don Farrell
"The Light of the World" (acrylic on panel) by Don Farrell
"IX. The Hermit" (acrylic on three panels) by Don Farrell
"Vessel" (ink and acrylic on paper) by Don Farrell

Stills from Cogito by Russell W.B. Kirkby

"Gateway to the Akashic Records" by Max K. Grimm

"Gnostics Cross and Lotus" by Max K. Grimm

"Lucifer" by Patrick Larabee

"At the Heart of It All" by Patrick Larabee
"Ophidian Dawn" by Patrick Larabee
"Hieroglyphica Naturae" by Patrick Larabee
"Hekate Propylaia" by Patrick Larabee
"The Tree of Life" by Patrick Larabee

"Heaven for Some, Hell for Others" by Gerald del Campo

"Tranquility" by Aion 131

"Truth" by Aion 131
"Woodgod" by Aion 131
"To Go" by Aion 131

"Di-Anna" (oil oncanvas) by Mishlen Linden

"Bolt" by Denny Sargent

"Litany of Shoa" (poetry and image) by Sean Woodward

"Meditation on the Abyss" by Soror CVIII

"Untitled (in the presence of the Knight of Cups Thoth Tarot card)" by Soror CVIII
"Untitled (in the presence of the Magus Thoth Tarot card)" by Soror CVIII
"Untitled (in the presence of the Star Thoth Tarot card)" by Soror CVIII
"Still Water, Clear as the Mud Settles" (acrylic on canvas) by Don Farrell
 Letter from the Editrix
Nema Andahadna, prophetess, and author of Ma'at Magick, has now unveiled www.maatmagick.com. Also upon the reception,
and delivery of Liber Phoenix by Frater Aion 131, Silver Star Journal of New Magick has exploded with the certain Star Fire of Nu
Life; Something like a small Death all of its own, for those intimately aquainted especially with its inception. Firstly, the journal
has taken on a newer digital format, as a tail end on the meteorite landing of a new website for the Horus Ma'at Lodge
(horusmaatlodge.com), accounced this summer, 2013. This is in part of a push for the Journal to come virtually up to date with the
times as with the web site which prompted a shift in editors in the journal's ninth year, with an intermittent two year hiatus. The
changing of hands means that Silver Star will look different as it evolves, but the Spirit of the journal surely remains the same. Just
as the Heart of the Phoenix never dies, some torches of a certain Promethean Fire may be passed on though the source of their force
can never be smothered, their flames are Eternal, or at least, Eternal -Seeming. Frater Aion respectively began this periodical in
2004, and it is largely to both him, the inspiration, and he grit of other core members, that we may all toast our chalices of ink,
blood, or meta-(possibly fizzical)-liquid of our pick for the opportunity to participate in Silver Star Journal. This publication has
been sustained, and manfiested by the participating, practing artists, ritualists, magickians, writers, essayists, and magickal folk
who's Great Work has made the journal possible these many years long. Silver Star has helped to solidify the Foundations of the
Horus Ma'at Lodge through Time. It has fortified, and stregnthened our virtual esoteric community for Past, and Future
generations of Magi/Maga. Through the constant flow of Arte-istic themes, synchronicities are woven from the intentional Web of
the Work of the Lodge, and can easily be witnessed. Beyond this having an effect to tighten the bonds of those interested in the
Lodge, its members, and the Work thereof, Silver Star has become manifest even as its own seemingly intelligent Egregoric
enterprise. Silver Star represents the abundance in personal freedom, ripe for the taking, available to any adept who but reaches out
their hand in an effort to make a drop in the pool. For our unsuspecting contributors from Times Yet to Be, do not be surprised
when the pool jumps up, and envelops you.

We are releasing this Volume III, issues #1 on October 12th, affectionately referred to by Thelemites, and (oc)cultists alike as
Crowleymass, the day when Aleister Crowley was born unto this Earth via the loins of a perposterous matron. If there is one thing
that I have garnered from Aleister Crowley recently, it is toward the ends of learning to take some enjoyment from being vilified.
We are in an age when ignorance is truly an excuse, as we exist heavily steeped in nothing short of the evidence of knowledge. It's
like the scent of flowers on the Aire; we only need to pick it up. In fact, quite literally, all that we need do to answer most questions
is refer to the internet; The Great Library of Alexandria, re-erected, without walls! Even in the case of metaphorical questioning,
where the answers can truly only be found by the Self, the internet can still give us some fantastic indications aiding greatly in the
process of our unfolding. Those of us who seek answers ultimately must go beyond the limitations that our soceity has set for us. In
the United Kingdom it's being said that come 2014, the internet will be subject to a mass censorship campaign against things like
child pornography, buggery, suicide web sites, and other extremely heinous, often illegal activities. In this pile of things to be
censored, and cut out of common internet exposure, is broad term " esoteric content." To even have these words put into the same
category as kiddie porn, is a sort of vilification of homo veritas, or evolved man, Itself/Himself/Herself/Hir Self. It is a stone
hurled from the past, directly into the faces of our Future, and many have heard tell that other countries will be asked to follow suit.
The Horus Ma'at Lodge's web site exists on an independent server that we feel can be relied upon come any attempted seige of
online consciousness, thankfully though there are no concrete rumors of the United States jumping on board with this just yet. This
could hardly be more frightening to those amongst us who realize that here poses an extreme threat to our freedom as people, and
as Ssspiritual beings, and practitioners. Regardless, the censorship does not limit us from experiencing our own experiences, or
treading our own unique paths, and no government will ever win any war on our very thoughts, expressed without killing the most
important parts of themselves in the process. Now, more than ever, we must see how despite our differences we are better when we
ban together, as Silver Star Journal has actively encouraged nothing short of acceptance, and inclusion of all creeds. This alleged
forthcoming law is not the Law, and may well limit others in the future wishing to follow their own paths, who will not have the
priviledge of such easy information plucking from the storehouse of Yesod. It is in this time that we may consider renewed support
in our occult book, and magazine publishers. For some, this devastation could be seen as a blessing. For observant others, to see
only the blessing is to ignore the great boon that is carried with it, a clear attempt to smother out pagan, and occult knowledge from
the masses. Perhaps we've been getting too popular for those in power, with the resurgence of publishing houses dedicated to the
work of making the Wisdom of the Craft, and Artes, Understood. I ask that we all stand in solidarity with one, and other, and
embrace our connections, as opposed to our distances, and disconnects with the clarity of a gratitude aware of its own witness, as
we move farther into this new century.

We are absolutely fortunate, some may say destined to have such a vast array of talented individuals on so many various levels,
and planes, contributing to this journal whom have all been such a pleasure to be the Messenger betwixt Worlds, Webs, Wells, and
Words, to and for.

In nomine N'Aton, homo veritas,

Do as thou wilt shall be the Whole of the law,
Love is the law, love under will.
Sincerely,
Soror Iris E.

93.222.696
 Cogito
A Short Film by Russell W.B. Kirkby

Tag Line: "How do you know what you think you know?

A man narrates his personal deconstruction of his reality as he

journeys to an audition to discovers that he is an actor auditioning for
the film he is already in.

"A post modern interpretation of Descartes Meditations."

Watch the film at

http://www.cogito.net.nz
"Entre L'Amour et la Mort" (photograph) by Matthew Baldwin Ives. Model: Carol Stuart Jones
 A Greater Feast
Rite of Passage
By Nema Andahadna

“A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!”
Liber AL vel Legis Ch.II v.41

As I write these words, my husband’s mother lies dying. She was a formidable woman, a widow with three sons, a partner in a market
research company and a person both generous with her gifts and devastating with her commentary.
Although Anita was born and raised a Jew, she didn’t practice a religion. She did practice selective traditions, however, and delighted in
the company of children. This ritual is shaping itself as I reach out to her astrally from my home and in the guise of prayer in her care
facility.

There are times when Magick must be done invisibly and effectively in crowded conditions. A good mask to use is prayer, particularly
during deaths, births and weddings. Ceremony eases transitions while it transmits a power to the participants, a power called Tao-Teh,
prana, shakti, mana, grace, etc.

When possible, have flowers in the room, preferably alive and potted. Since candles and oxygen supplies might not peacefully coexist, use
one or more mirrors to reflect light on the ceiling, preferably natural light from a window. If placing a mirror is impossible, visualize light
filling the room, soft and shadowless.

When the ‘congregation’ (including the dying Goer) consists of magi, then the ritual can be done aloud, with gestures, dance, chanting, and
other spiritual aids. When your companions are strangers or are known to you as uninitiate, then speak silently in your mind and imagine
your movements, sounds, and surroundings. To avoid conversation, close your eyes, fold your hands, and move your lips silently (optional).

The rite begins.

[You hang suspended in a pearl gray mist, facing toward the Goer but not straining for an image. You declare: ]

‘This is a time that is not a time

In a place that is not a place
On a day that is not a day
In a space that is not a space—
Between the worlds, and beyond.’

[Envision or look at the Goer’s head, listen to his/her breathing, and call: ]

Guardians of the watchtower of the East, the powers of Air, clarify the mind of (Goer’s name) in preparation for a new way of
seeing and understanding.

[Envision or look at the Goer’s arms and chest while invoking: ]

Guardians of the watchtower of the South, the powers of Fire, lead (Goer’s name) heart and strength to surrender this phase of
existence.

[Envision or look at the Goer’s abdomen and hips, then say: ]

Guardians of the watchtower of the West, the powers of Water, flow the peace and relief of completion into (Goer’s name) soul and
emotions.

[Envision or look at the Goer’s legs and feet, while summoning: ]

Guardians of the watchtower of the North, the powers of Earth, establish the unity of matter and time in (Goer’s name) knowledge
and senses.

So mote it be.

[Silently, astrally, call his/her name three times, identify yourself, then say: ]

It’s good to see you and to be with you. Soon you’ll leave this material world and step into mystery. Gather yourself to a point
behind and above your eyes; this is your best gateway.

When you feel yourself losing feeling in your hands and feet, in your arms and legs, in your trunk and head, go to that point and
leave on your last breath. Soar up and out into freedom when you know that your time has come.

For now we wait together patiently. There is no hurry, there is no delay. Rest in the love that surrounds you.

[ As the Goer slips into sleep, invoke the godform(s) of your choice, if any. Example: ]
(Chanted, silently or aloud:) ISIS, ASTARTE, DIANA, HECATE, DEMETER, KALI, INANNA (x 3)
WE ALL COME FROM THE GODDESS, AND TO HER WE SHALL RETURN, LIKE A DROP OF RAIN FLOWING TO THE
OCEAN.

PAN, WOTAN, BAPHOMET, CERNUNOS, OSIRIS (x 3)

PAN, WOTAN, BAPHOMET, CERNUNOS, OSIRIS

WE ALL COME FROM THE SUN GOD, AND TO HIM WE SHALL RETURN, LIKE A SPARK OF FLAME SOARING TO
THE HEAVENS.

(Spoken, silently or aloud: ) HAIL, LADY NUIT, GREAT NIGHT SKY, BLESS (Goer’s name) IN HIS/HER DYING, OPENING
HIS/HER SOUL TO YOUR SPLENDID GLORY, EMBRACING HIM/HER IN YOUR OMNIPRESENT LOVE.

SO MOTE IT BE.

HAIL, LORD HADIT, POINT AND SINGULARITY, BLESS (Goer’s name) IN HIS/HER DYING, DRAWING HIM/HER INTO
YOUR INFINITE WILL.

SO MOTE IT BE.

Optional hymn/verse (poet unknown)

L’Envoi

Under a wide and starry sky,

Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and glad do I die,
I lay me down with a will.

And this be the verse ye grave for me:

Here he lies where he wants to be.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law; love is the law, love under will.

NEMA/MAGGIE
93/696

‘A Greater Feast’ was first published in

THE FENRIS WOLF, issue no. 6
Edited by Carl Abrahamsson in 2013.

Edda Publishing * edda@edda.se * www.edda.se

 "Gateway to the Akashic Records" by Max K. Grimm

Temple Building
by Alice Renard

Purpose: Reflections on an Enochian scrying sessions and its potential intersection to Voudon practice.

What Follows:
(1) A presentation of questions driving the scry session; an analysis of the Bawon veve in light of the driving question.
(2) Thoughts on the Angelic working with further connection to section 1.
(3) Poetic reflections, by an external author and the author of this writing.
(4) A final question.

Part 1: Approaching the Angelic Working and an Analysis of the Bawon veve
Approaching the Enochian scrying, I came with several questions in mind. Speaking with Baron Samedi in advance, I knew I wanted to
investigate his Masonic ties and try to ascertain his connection to Temple building in terms of laying the foundation/firming up the material
ties to Earth.
Primary Question: What connection, if any, is there between Bawon’s work below and his ability to connect to spirit on the high?
Looking at his veve, Samedi’s cross bisects the plains – material and spiritual; all of the veves show the connection between spirit
ascending and spirit descending. The foundation of Baron’s cross is interlaced with the square and cross of Masonism, continually
meeting, G-d in the center of each intersection.
The veve: G-d at the base of matter; G-d uttermost high. The symbol is praise from the small realm of spirit to the arc of G-d.
I’m beginning to think that we, as vodouisant, servers of spirit, are charged with elevating spiritual substance that has been, for generations,
enslaved to the impoverishment of substance and the material plane. Because of the poverty that spirit is asked to ameliorate, they too
become small and full of need. We approach the veve to elevate the spirit.
Each corner of the cross, each apex of each coffin, bears a star. Perhaps through a larger definition of working – giving to spirit without
thought of recompense or gaining back – we can help spirit return to something larger and more universal. The star seems to promise
where Baron can go. His realm is the water of the dead; why is he not eligible to connect to the universal water? What is death but a
returning to the universe?
*
Part 2: Thoughts on the Angelic Working
Through the layers of smoke, small motes of light, then brighter flashes – different spheres of light, radiating outwards from the earth. The
layers were something akin to this:
____  God as Thorn
____  God as Smoke from the Mountain
____  Bodies of Light
____  Constructed Desires
____  Matter
A hand held a ball to me, a small, brown ball. It peeled from the outside to reveal infinitely smaller layers.
Is there a center to our being or does that also peel continuously? Is that center place the echo of G-d within us?
Descending and ascending into the central core of what it is to be incarnate – at whatever realm of incarnation we exist at; the hand seemed
to encompass the plane where our infinite selves radiate through the spheres.
I saw a great fountain of golden water spilling continuously downwards through the layers of the heavens. All we are ever asked to do is
drink.
Returning to the question of Baron, can the water from above meet the water from below? Can the living and the forgetting water meet? Is
this the Bardo Thodol again? Is there a possibility of understanding the cycle through work with Baron as the builder/architect?
*
Part 3: Poetic Reflections
Excerpt from Duino Elegies, The Fourth Elegy

Who shows a child, just as they are? Who sets it

in its constellation, and gives the measure
of distance into its hand? Who makes a child’s death
out of grey bread, that hardens, - or leaves it
inside its round mouth like the core
of a shining apple? Killers are
easy to grasp. But this: death,
the whole of death, before life,
to hold it so softly, and not live in anger,
cannot be expressed.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
The Secret Shore
When I came to the secret shore,
the lake water like fire, like
ruby, was a thirsty throat
chanting. The unraveled well
of my soul, lowered down knot
upon knot, lapped like a dog
adoring a puddle poured out
by its master in the yard. Says
my soul: my master's flame
is a husk of light in my mouth,
my body continuously raveling,
building itself out of endless water.
-Alicia Cole
*
Part 4: Final Questions

“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic Orders?”

– Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, The First Elegy
Are Lwa part of the Angelic Orders? If the spheres connect, how do they connect? Who can answer these questions for me?

"Gnostics Cross and Lotus" by Max K. Grimm

 Lucifer and Set
Exploring the Magickal Archetypes of the Rebel and the Outcaste
by Chakra37

Pondering the psychological forces necessary for effective creation, maintenance, and destruction, it seems that these two, the rebellious
one and the outcaste, are perhaps among the least appreciated and most under utilized in magick and psychology. The Luciferian is able to
summon the audacity to defy tradition and the Setian is able to bear the consequences of being ejected from the fold. I see these two
archetypal energies as skills that one can develop. The Luciferian skill is the ability to go against the grain. The Setian skill is the ability to
abide outside the protection of the inner sanctum of family, clan, or tribe. Both of these skills can be applied to enact significant changes in
social situations.

Lucifer

Lucifer is the Latin word for the being in the Hebrew bible said to have been cast from heaven – or as he is often depicted, Satan before
the fall. His name in Hebrew is Heylel and he has been depicted as the ‘fallen angel’ in Jewish thought who came to personify evil. He is
also the light of Venus as the morning star. Origins of this depiction in the Book of Isaiah from the Old Testament may have been derived
from several Near Eastern myths of Babylonians and Canaanites. In any case, Lucifer is cast from heaven for challenging the Almighty
God, perhaps as a rival god. So the Luciferian can be seen as one who presents a rival idea to the prevailing one. Thus the rebel can be seen
as the challenger. He can be seen as the new voice challenging the old order. In terms of Current 93 and the Aeon of Horus, the Crowned
and Conquering Child, the warrior Ra-Hoor-Khuit can be seen as this challenger-rebel as David Beth points out in his essay, Aleister
Crowley and the Dawn of Aiwass. In another sense, Lucifer can be seen as the force of scientific thinking that rivals blind faith in religious
scenarios. The atheist, the scientist, the humanist, the scientific illuminist, the skeptic – these can all be seen as Luciferian forces against the
propagation of narrow-minded thinking. Lucifer is also a god of light, a bringer or bearer of light, and is equated with the wisdom-light of
gnosis in some Gnostic texts. Thus in some forms of occultism Lucifer represents the light of wisdom. In LaVey’s Satanism he is seen as
the light of intellectualism contrasted with the darkness of blind dogma. Here we have Lucifer shining the light on fakery and forced
compliance.

In history, it is often the rebels that spur upgrades in human nobility, though not always. Of course, challenging the status quo is
dangerous business and many of the Luciferians of that sort did not succeed, or at least did not live to see the results of their efforts. One
might think of Bruno, Galileo, William Wallace, Tesla, and many others. Thus, the unconventional paths of uniqueness and perhaps
eccentricity, can also be seen as Luciferian. Lucifer, as a fallen angel, is sometimes said to represent a descent into selfishness and the quest
for power. One literary archetype of selfishness as a form of ‘evil’ is that of Faust as the dealmaker, trading his future for power in the now.
But this Faustian image can also be seen as a fearless foray beyond the confines of dogma-bound belief, into the land of unknown
consequence. In other words, what may begin as a selfish pursuit out of fear or desire may become a noble quest. The great Tibetan
meditator, Milarepa, noted that he first went into his mountain retreat due to fear of the consequences of his magically violent actions. Thus
his initial motivation was selfish but later his motivation became the desire to benefit others.

Lucifer can be seen as a balancer, and an adjuster. The Luciferian force can be seen as one that brings to light certain facets of the unseen
or subconscious realm, the realm of darkness that is normally hidden from us. By revealing the hidden we can balance the imbalances
caused by the hidden mechanisms of the psyche. So Lucifer can also be seen as the revealer of the hidden, bearing the light that exposes.
Exposes what? The truth of things. Many of the neuroses and complexes that imbalance us are subconscious. Contemporary medicine often
ignores this to the detriment of the patient. It is often the rebellious force that exposes the ineffectiveness of the status quo. Those who
advocate more consideration of things like holistic health care are often seen as rebellious. A key to the value of holistic models is that they
incorporate subjective data which the objective scientific empirical models tend to reject. Subjective data is difficult to qualify and
quantify. To do so often requires shining light on the dark places of the psyche.

The Black Mass

The use of ‘reversal magick’ as a form of therapeutic subversion can be successfully applied for some people. Kali Black talks about this
in her book: ‘Raising Hell’. Anton LaVey also saw his Church of Satan as having a therapeutic value. We often get caught up in sharply
contrasted good vs. bad scenarios which seems to be a symptom of narrow-minded views. Reversing the polarity can balance things. As a
meditative method one can notice when one dislikes something for possibly biased reasons and examine why. Vice versa one may do this
when one likes something for possibly biased reasons. A big part of holding open-minded views is empathizing with the ‘other’ to some
extent. The Black Mass as therapy is not about evil but may be about selfishness (as LaVey’s philosophy was influenced by Ayn Rand) or at
least an enlightened self-interest. It can also be about breaking away from the embedded social influences of oppressive systems – typically
through the insidious cultural memes with which we are infected. The traditions of 'carnival' coming from Medieval Europe can be such a
means of reversal magick where one 'tastes' the devil, the opposite way of being to that normally prescribed. Even the Amish have such a
tradition - although these mechanisms are certainly open for abuse. Mircea Eliade noted that the days before the renewal at the feast of the
New Year in Sumero-Babylonian culture often included a period of reversal where sexual licentiousness, general disorder, and reversal of
roles such as masters and slaves occurred. He equated this to a temporary reversion to the original primordial chaos before creation was
renewed and the order of the cosmos was restored at the New Year. The antinomianism of Tantra can also be seen as reversal magick but in
a different sense since the behaviors are not indulged as a temporary reprieve or as a precursor to renewal, but as a way of seeing all
phenomena as the undifferentiated nature of wisdom.

Set

In many cultures there are rites of passage where one is cast out into the wilderness alone in order to find a vision or develop powers. The
Native American vision quests, the utset of the Germanic tribes, and the exploits of the Vratya brotherhoods of Vedic tribes are some
examples. The shaman is often an outcaste, both sought out for healing and feared as a dangerous force. Those who go out find visions and
songs, dances, stories and yogic practices to heal the tribe. But this is not the only outcaste. Also there is the criminal who is caste out. In
Germanic lore these are called wolves or sons of the wolf, the scavenger-dweller on the outskirts. So too is Set the jackal, another
scavenger. One is thrown out into the primordial chaos. In Egypt and the Middle East, the wilderness is the desert with its desolation, its
heat, its dryness, and other dangers. In other places it is the forest with fierce wild animals. The ‘dweller on the threshold’ roams the twilit
gates betwixt the known and the unknown, the liminal zones that are neither this nor that. In cultures reaching back through time one
method of punishment is banishing, of casting the criminal out of the tribe, of shunning, of acting as if that person no longer exists, so that
they are cast out into the spirit world and become part of the unseen landscape. This is the world of darkness and loneliness, the underworld
itself. It is this casting out that brings a person face to face with the unconscious. The wanderer in the wilderness is effectively turned inside
out. The outcaste is also the despised, the scapegoat, the afflicted, and is often considered ritually impure. Penalty or penance, whether
imposed by the society or self-imposed by the ascetic, is a means to encounter hardship for the sake of repaying one’s transgressions. This
is akin to initiation and its function of de-programming and re-programming. In magick, it is typically the mage who banishes but as Set,
one becomes the banished, the outcaste one. As an ascetic practice one may consider that one’s banishing is just, but if one is outcaste by
the society one may feel that one was unjustly treated. Feelings of revenge and disgruntled sentiments may prevail. To be cast from the fold
can be an emotional experience indeed. And yet to be cast out is merely to go from one situation to another due to the ravages of time and
impermanence. In this sense it is natural and perhaps even healthy to be cast out periodically, to have one's beliefs shattered now and then,
to keep from the more subtle fetters of a closed and narrow mind splattered with dogma and pretension.

Set is also associated with darkness and the “nightside” of things as his sometimes brother, sometimes foe, Horus, is “dayside”. This had
to do with the daily path of the sun - in the world by day and in the underworld by night. The word Set, or Sut, may mean ‘black’. Set is also
a prototype for Satan. The mother of Set is equated to the Greek serpent Typhon. According to Frater Achad the Set-Typhon mother and
son mythic pattern is older than others in Ancient Egypt. Typhon is also considered as the feminine aspect of Set. In modern Typhonian
magick there is exploration of deep aspects of the unconscious referred to as the “tunnels of Set”. This has been referred to as exploring the
Nightside of the Qabalistic Tree of Life where dwell the Qlippoth, the shell demons. Tunnels are dark, dank, and confining. Shamanic
journeys and dreams often involve entry and/or exit through tunnels. We also speak of “reality tunnels” to indicate our own truth
complexes.

The Setian aspect of the ‘outsider’ is seen in antinomian cults throughout the world. Indian Tantra has many antinomian aspects, being
both Luciferian and Setian, where
cultural conventions are deliberately reversed. The so-called “left-hand path”, or left-handed Tantra, can be of this sort. Simply being
outside of the norm or being a catalyst for change in choosing 'alternative' forms of expression, one can be said to be antinomian. The
Saivite Aghori cults of India made an art out of reversing cultural norms. Crowley vowed to make man love and treasure what he scorned
and feared. Such reversal magick has both a shocking aspect toward purveyors of the cultural norms and an alienation aspect for the
practitioner. Those who break vows and those who eschew rules are often cast out. In the deep past this may have meant being cast out of
the safety of the city gates. Some even suggest that there were organized societies of hunter-gatherers who terrorized those who travelled
outside the gates of early cities and that these hunter-gatherers became known as mountain gods and the dragons of lore. The elder gods,
perhaps those of hunter-gatherers, were often depicted as dragons, giants, or titans. Judeo-Christianity seemed to pioneer the idea of good
and evil as God and Devil, where before, the gods could be both kind and unkind, although the Jews may well have picked up the idea from
the Persians and Zoroastrian dualism.

The Desert of Set is a place of lawlessness and danger. Set was associated with chaos and confusion. He was also a god of storms and a
god of foreigners. As a god of foreigners, he appealed to foreigners who came to rule Egypt, namely the Hyksos. After the Hyksos were
expelled, xenophobia towards foreigners increased which had the tendency to demonize Set, although the cult of Set survived in Egypt. Set
was particularly vilified when Egypt was ruled by the Assyrian and Persian empires, though in outlying regions of Egypt his cult survived.

The Setian skill is the ability to dwell beyond the confines of the accepted fold, as an outsider. The ability to be able to handle being
despised, misunderstood, and often slighted, can be a valuable skill. Many people cannot do this. The Setian often travels alone and enters
alone. Many people have difficulty going into situations and among people where they are not known and respected. There is inertia to
overcome. The Setian tends to make peace with restlessness and unease. There is a certain power potential in being an outsider, of
appearing from beyond to within, of heightening the suspicion-awareness of those who think of themselves as protectors of the fold. A
masked or disguised one may also arouse this suspicion-awareness. The ritual implications could be interesting and perhaps exhilarating as
well. Xenophobia is yet a powerful force among groups of humans, even ones who may consider themselves more open and enlightened.
Thus, the Setian can challenge the discriminatory aspects of xenophobia. Secret societies, inner circles, and social cliques can feed the Set
complex of others by excluding them which is related to xenophobia. The play of insiders and outsiders reaches down to the instinctual
level. What evolutionary scientist E.O. Wilson refers to as ‘tribal sentiments’, developed through long periods of cooperation with in-
groups and conflict with out-groups, led us to trust insiders and distrust outsiders. He sees this as a form of group selection where humans
and other eusocial species such as ants, wasps, and bees, are subject to the forces of group selection as well as individual selection. Set, as
the banished, allows the mage (typically the banisher) to identify with the “other”. The heretic, excommunicated one, banished, one with
oath-breaker status, scapegoat, defendant, etc., are all examples of the status of the one who identifies with Set. There seem to be two types
of Setians: one who is boisterous and fiery who often arouses the ire of the wards and gets fought off and mistreated; the other who is quiet
and more hidden, who is often unnoticed, unheard, and dons the cloak of invisibility and loneliness.

Finally, the question should be asked: What is the usefulness of cultivating these archetypes of rebel and outcaste? For one it could help
free one from the attachment of always seeking and longing for belonging, for fitting in. One could also be freed from the fear of “sticking
out”, of not fitting in. We tend to crave acceptance and seek to avoid rejection. In the siddha traditions of India and Tibet, there is the “crazy
wisdom” where one displays irrational, unpredictable, and unconventional behavior. At the deeper levels this is a display of siddhis, one’s
magical accomplishments. During such display, one goes far beyond the comfort zone of normality and risks ridicule and persecution, and
in Thelemic terms, “laughter of the folk folly”. Much like their precursors, the Aghoris, the siddhas forge their realizations in the fires of
dissent and disapproval.

Further Reading

Frater Achad – The Egyptian Revival

E. O. Wilson – The Social Conquest of Earth
David Beth – Aleister Crowley and the Dawn of Aiwass
Kenneth Grant – many works
Aleister Crowley – many works
Lee Carter - Lucifer's Handbook
Stephen E. Flowers - Lords of the Left-Hand Path
Mircea Eliade – Cosmos and History
Wikipedia - Set, Lucifer
"Lucifer" by Patrick Larabee
Samhain Night Musing Words for the Wall (To Help a Man Pass Through)
by Chakra37 by Normandi Ellis

Far far away from the merry month of May This language an old song
Corpse of the grain king torn asunder, turned under Some ancient water
Twilit passages pass messages ‘twixt hidden states Words veiled and unveiling
While fates are strangely woven Sequences of stars, bird, hand, serpent
Hooves cloven stomp barren earths Palimpsest bearing the scribe's mistake eternally
And tread girths of land on lonely forest paths Needing the rest of his life to amend.
As wintry wraths threaten and growl How long did God search his heart and
Now moon dogs howl at milky shimmering stars Hold his tongue before he pronounced
And wind scars the snowy tenders The Light?
The veil renders await conditions Text and tongue simultaneous
The goddess appears at the sound of the voice.
Now becomes then and chance gates close again There are eyes observing
Back to the world of foes and friends From these chinks in old stone
And to a kingdom that merely pretends The whole world behind the words
Green Man and Flower Maiden snatched by the lusty royals of Hades Gazing out at you
Both men and ladies with thou strangely glowing shades Standing in the dark
But high time fades and we are bound to our fates Holding your little candle
Our loves and hates with but a smidgeon of luck With pick axe and Open Sesame
We wade through the muck of our days Begin to read from left or right
With rarely a gaze beyond and between Depending on where you want to go
Our programmed sheen of moments All words are a door
Joys and laments rising and falling like waves Hands and feet do nothing
Enter the caves of the mother’s dark womb It is the Mind
Warm silent room of comfort and terror That opens, a trick accomplished
And she the bearer is also the changer Without thinking.
So safety and danger rarely know one another I dreamed some hieroglyphic world
For each is the other and that is the quality of a lover An awakening into the First Age
To cross over and explore the unknown And I saw how, at least for myself
Conjoined or alone we can only but roam I've grown meat around the stone
Deeper into our home, the vastness of here and now Myself for better or worse
With each utterance.
All words are words of power:
Pebble on the banks of the river
Cat blinking slowly beneath the chair
A Poem at the Moment of Sunrise A knock at the door.
by Chakra37 The ache we feel staring at a silent language
(Begging to be understood
Earth, turn toward me. As if it were plain enough
Let my body warm yours. Yet our own hearts indecipherable)
My body has no other purpose Begins the work of true translation.
than to touch yours with gentle kiss
coaxing life to rise, seed to grow. Matter Never mind what it means.
uplifted strains into air--a tree of life, perhaps-- What is it insisting?
leafed and unfolding, sap rising, Light’s dew falling.
Dearest clay, striving toward form, let me touch you
the way sunlight becomes enflamed upon the hip of Earth,
tenderly, irrevocably changing you, illuminating this earthly life.
How to Sing Yourself into Being
by Normandi Ellis
The Nu of Nuit Try not to make any mistakes
by Normandi Ellis and you’ll never get there.
In order to sing yourself into being
The water thirsts for the thirsty you have to open your mouth
for the hand that reaches wide enough to let the Goddess in.
full of purpose. Your heart becomes her instrument—
The two – the water and the thirsty one your music complete with all sorrows and joy
shall fill the other, all ecstasy, disappointment and grief
become the One. all loneliness and longing for unity.
Reach toward me. Let all your full-throated being
Receive my starlit liquid become an instrument of grace.
longing to fill you. The only wrong note is the one unsung.
Drink me in, Beloved.
There is no end.
"Heaven for Some, Hell for Others" (120mm real film, Photoshop) by Gerald del Campo
"Tranquility" by Aion131 "Truth" by Aion131

HERU-AKER-BENNU
by Aion 131

TUA RA
TUA HATHOR
TUA TUM
TUA KEPHRA!

TUA ATEN
PERFECT SOLAR CIRCLE
OF LEAVING AND RETURN
SUN AND GATE OF THE SUN
FEIRY BEAST
UNITED
WITH SCARLET WOMAN
SELF REVEALING SELF
SUN BEHIND THE SUN
ONE STAR
OF INFINITE RAYS
GOD WITH A FACE OF A HAWK
BODY OF A LION
WINGS OF A PHOENIX
COME THOU FORTH AND FOLLOW US
HERU-AKER-BENNU
AND MAKE ALL SPIRITS SUBJECT UNTO US
HERU-AKER-BENNU
SO THAT EVERY SPIRIT OF THE FIRMAMENT AND OF THE ATHYR
HERU-AKER-BENNU
ABOVE THE EARTH AND UNDER THE EARTH
HERU-AKER-BENNU
ON DRY AND AND IN THE WATER
HERU-AKER-BENNU
OF WHIRLING AIR AND OF RUSHING FIRE
HERU-AKER-BENNU
AND EVERY SPELL AND LIGHTENING BOLT OF THE AEON
BE FLASHING
FROM US
THROUGH WILL AND LOVE
AND THE GLORY OF
THE 11 STAR
IAO SABAO!
"WOODGOD" (High-fire ceramic mask) by Aion 131
 The Path and the Field
by William Streek

There is always talk of magic or rather the pursuit of magic being a path. A left hand one, a right hand one or even a crooked one, there
are just so many paths to choose. In this piece, I aim to give a personal view of the how I view the path that I tread and of the field that my
path transverses. What follows is mainly theoretical, but it is a theory that has developed over year and has come to under pin the practical
aspects of my magic. It is also a personal theory, and just that a theory which at this stage I have no way to prove or disprove but I hope that
it can, in a small way, illustrate how magic could operate. This concept also underpins my own system of practical magic which I call
Walking Magic and have written about in the previous edition of Silverstar.

In order to illustrate my theory, I wish to start with the idea of paths through physical space and time and then present the idea of paths
through a magical field. To this end, as well as being users of magic we also all inhabit (even if sometimes we would rather not) the physical
universe and because of this we are subject to the physical laws of the universe. These physical laws involved in space-time place each of
us, at any given instant, at a location within space. Even at rest (on a local scale) we are still ploughing a path through the universe. For
example, as I sit here writing a draft of this I am stationary, apart from the movement of my pen on paper, however, I am on a planet
spinning on its axis and following a path around a sun which is also following a path around a super massive black hole at the centre of our
galaxy.

Even if I argue that, for this discussion, the movement of our planet, sun or galaxy has no bearing on me, and that while sitting at my desk
now typing this article up I am stationary and thus at a fixed physical location, I can be seen, as the second hand ticks round on my watch,
to be moving on a path through time. Grant Morrison, in a talk he gave to DisinfoCon in1999, suggested that if an individual was observed
from outside of this physical universe and thus outside the circles of time created by the physical universe. Then the individual would be
seen as a many legged centipede like being as they moved along their individual path from birth to death.

What are these forces that cause us to take such a physical path through the universe? In physical terms they are the forces created as
objects travelling through fields. Some of the better understood fields are those of gravity (the first to be discovered) and electromagnetism.
One of the latest is the Higgs field, that has been postulated for many years but its existence has been confirmed recently, through the
discovery of the Higgs boson at CERN last year. Generally, all fields have one thing in common. That at each point in space and time the
field has a value and at any given point in space and time this value may have an effect on matter passing through that point. For example
the gravitational field of a dense object in space i.e. our sun, warps the fabric of space time around it.

You may well argue what has all that you have just written got to do with magic, and you have a point. The above is just some examples
of quite basic physics, and possibly quite badly explained by me. What I want to suggest is illustrated by these physical examples and is as
follows. Being practitioners of magic in what ever way that we do our magical Art, we all know that magic shows us that there is more to
the universe than the physical reality surrounding us. A magical side to the universe remains hidden to the vast majority. The talk of an
occluded black sun behind the physical sun seems to ring true.

My view of the reality that surrounds me, whether ‘real’ or ‘imagined’ is informed equally by both science and magic. I feel that both are
complementary to the life I lead and that one can help to inform the other.

To this end I wish to take the leap and suggest that if there is a hidden magical side of the universe then what is there to say that it would
not be subject to similar laws to the ‘seen’ physical universe. I would further suggest that this hidden side of the universe could be in the
form of a magical field.

If such a field acts like a physical field (for example the Higgs field), then the magical field would suffuse all points of the universe and all
matter that moves through it would be subject to the fields effects. In stating this, I make the assumption that the ‘value’ of the magical field
is the same at all points of physical reality. This may not of course be the case, (and more fundamentally, how can this be proven?). It could
be argued that we can see over time time that magic, as equated by the interest in magic, can ebb and flow. This could be equated to
changes in the value of the magical field either at physical locations or over time.

Why then is everyone not affected by said magical field? There are two possible answers, firstly they may well all be but due to the subtle
nature of magic it may well be that the vast majority are not aware of any of the effects of their path through this field. If, as science is
beginning to predict that there are hidden dimensions within our universe; the subtle nature of the magical field within physical reality
could be due to a bleed through from a higher dimension where magical force if felt more strongly. Such a postulation has been put forward
by science a theory as to why gravity is a weak force compared to other forces.

A second and related suggestion is that the effects of a magical field only affect matter that is attuned to it. Very much like the fact that
not all metals are magnetic or that some materials are better conductors of electricity and some materials are insulators. It could be argued
therefore that some people are more naturally in-tune with the magical field than others, through evolution; while others may become more
attuned through practice. If this is the case, then it could be suggested that the aim of the HML is to attune humanity to the magical field and
that this would constitute the evolutionary leap.

Are there any pointers to the theory of a magical field suffusing the physical universe? To me it could explain one of the fundamental
questions. That of how magic works. The body of a magician is not a single point, rather it is a vast collection of atoms that has formed into
its present state. These have come from stars and will, when we die, eventually return to stars. Magic, to me, is a mental art. While Crowley
suggests that the easiest way to affect change in accordance to ones will is to write a letter, or for that matter using the mediums of language
and sound in any medium. I also would suggest that magic can be made by releasing mental ideas or snapshots into the universe. An
example the release of a mentally held sigil through ritual or sexual release is one such event. How can such a mental exercise cause change
to happen, especially if it is never spoken about or discussed in any medium? The idea of a magical field gives one possible answer.

If as stated above, the body of the magician is seen as a collection of atoms rather than a whole. And if a field can pass through every
point in the universe, then the field must pass through all parts of the magician, including wherever his or her mind is (which has yet to be
confirmed by science); then it can be suggested that the magicians mind is directly linked to the whole of the universe and visa versa. That
by undertaking mental activities one can interact with the magical field and by interacting with the field one can interact with all matter
passing through the field. The field is therefore the medium through which magic can operate. The path is the movement through such
field.

A practical aspect of this discussion is the production of sigils through movement. If we again consider the example given by Grant
Morrison, then if viewed from outside of our universe or away from the constraints of time then each of us will seem to produce a sigil of
our life’s work a sigil unique to the path of the individual from birth to death, and while this can be mundanely traced in physical space it
can also be seen as a path of interactions through the magical field. This by its definition will be the practitioners life work but there are
more short term aspects of the great work that can be viewed as sigils in their own right. For example, the act of physical movement within
magical ritual. On a mental level, the act of tracing or holding a shape, sigil, picture, thought or ritual in the minds eye will also produce a
path through the magical field.

In my system, the art of walking to produce a sigil in physical reality through the path traced by feet through a landscape, will, at the same
time produce a mental sigil as my mind moves through the magical field. The effects of this can be heightened through the undertaking of
mental activities, while walking, to aid interaction with the magical field.

Thus I am moving along path, upon a path within the complete field of my perceived reality (or something?).

"Di-Anna" (oil on canvas) by Mishlen Linden

 Dachtaphemn
by Ron Fiasco

The original of this rite was lost, somehow through the passing of time, the energies of the Dragons dissipated and the few left spread out
amongst Terra's Face. With the Veils between the Worlds thinning and more and more Adepts finding their voices, the Dragons have
decided to communicate their WORD. This word is "DachtaPhemn" being two words, "Dachta," the Wind, the Fire and Force of the
Father. The Alpha Dragon from which the form of the Majestic Beast arises. Yet, alone He has no power, He is energy without substance.
The substance and vessel of the force arises in His consort, "Phemn". "Phemn" is the Holy Queen, the Mother of Dragons. Her name means
"Healing." Within Her the force becomes a creative force which begets the Egg of new DragonKind, of Life.

As mentioned earlier, Dragons are few and secret. They are Harbingers of Wisdom and of passion in the highest point possible. They are
points of potential within the adept's immortal core and inmost being. The Dragon as a symbol is one that transcends barriers between
culture and sect. The Dragon as a being transcends the symbolic concept and lives and breathes Magick.

We as adepts explore the world and worlds seeking the true evolution of our species and all sentient life for the greatest gift to all
mankind, "Healing Wind".
In this we are universal.

The work that the author proposes is to bring oneself into alignent with the living breath of these creatures, (beings) and to transcend the
symbol so widely known and revered from continent to continent and beyond.

To this end their is in preparation a bibliography of Rites and a language, with Qabalistic attributes and true potential for those drawn to
the Dragonkind and to "Healing Wind". In our current cultural climate, who wouldn't be?

"Et Aeida Del Ana Sui, Bei On Alarda Mei Mayamar"

"Come join the feast of manifested beauty with Us"

(Author's note: It was hoped that the "Rite of Phemn" to be published after this introduction. The rite was partially channeled but not
complete when misfortune arose, and halted the work temporarily. It is hoped that the work will see it published soon, and results in its use
will be shared.)

We stand at a nexus point where all the available information of those who seek the Dawn of the Aeon of MAAT will stand up and bring
us to the Golden Dawn envisioned by our forebearers; By the people, for the people.

Aum-Ha!
(Gila In Manu Dominae-44)

"The Hermit" (acrylic on three panels) by Don Farrell

 The Electric Snake Boogy
by Justin Patrick Moore

The Fakir had cultivated the venom of his winged cobra with such care and erudition that connoisseurs of the ecstatic delights gained
from poison came from all corners of the kingdom to sample its bite. As is frequently the case among addicts there were those who
overestimated their resilience to tolerate the effects of the reptilian substance. Feeling the pinch of the Uraeus at the base of the spine and
subsequent flooding of the sensorium with inexplicable tinglings, sensing the emanations of the stars, was known, in some, to cause
madness and death.

So the Fakir Srikanth was never surprised when his assistant Legrange, a dirty French emigre, had to drag another casualty down to the
bone yards alongside the river. The first time a corpse came back, blackened but not burned, revivified, breathing, intact, it did surprise
him. It was a strong venom indeed which took a man so deep into a coma as to resembled death. Of these cases, and there were only a few,
the celebrant of the serpentine mysteries often reported such vivid encounters in the supernal realms as to defy even the the Fakir’s
ratiocination. With supreme dread and fear he reluctantly sent the poisoned back out into the world. They had been torn apart and were in
need of healing. Yet he was no healer. His hand was not for mending. They walked away from his shack, back into the desert, wounds
gaping wide.

He rued that word from these few fortunate unfortunates would somehow spread, and the respect he had earned for genetically
engineering such fine specimens as the winged snake would be ruined. Only the opposite was true, and those who had been so close to
becoming ash came back to test once again their temper and strength against the fire of the serpents venom. And they brought with them
devotees eager to submit themselves to the hand of chance, people fervent to partake of the miracle themselves. So it was that many
pilgrims began slithering to the Fakir’s once humble dwelling. And so his pride began to swell as did his purse with gifts received from the
many petitioners desirous of the ineffable poison. Indeed, his now frequent visits to the brothel, his commanding swagger and sway among
the people of the nearby village who feared his art, all combined to attract the attentions of the Heresiarch.

The electric chair of the inquisitors had been sitting dry for many a year as the populace had finally succumbed to his lashings. Yet the
Heresiarch was eager for the high he got when he made another man taste the juice. There was nothing quite like watching eyeballs boil to a
blister in the socket. When he want to the Fakir’s dwelling he hadn’t counted on being taken in by the strange rhythms of the circle of
snake charmers whose somnolent pipings now attended the increasingly elaborate services of the Fakir.

Soon he was among them, the sweating poor and merchants alike, among the warriors and converted priests, among the flying reptiles
amidst the celebrants. All burned with violent inebriation. The snakes were hungry and ready to pounce.

"A Descent of Nine, Pt. I" (ink on paper) by Don Farrell

 CAIN MARKS
by Justin Patrick Moore

For those of us marked by Cain

there may be no outward sign
just an awakening of the blood
a tingling of the brain
as once silent voices whisper memories
of the violent choices made by the founder of our line.
For such whose eyes have been swaddled
for those who now dwell in the dark
from the recesses of an ancient cave
comes the shower of anvil sparks!

The hammer cries out resplendent

on the steel forged in fire & ice
the swords sting is unrepentant
till turned into a plowshare to furrow fields
as the first farmers sow the grain of life.

For such as you who are bread makers

or know the ways of the horse
stirrers of the cauldron & keepers of the hearth
who despise the wealth of tyrant kings
and their minions who tear down woods
be firm in your knowledge, in your second sight
even as you become soil, food for the growing worms.

You have known toil and trouble

watching as boughs break, as hunters make spoil
only to find yourself in the kitchen, dough in your hand
wandering when the soldiers will depart the Land
and leave these Seven Hills in peace.
Or will they continue to plunder until all is asunder,
until the fields are barren with grief?

This is the mark of care on our shoulder

the burden and exaltation we take from life to life
we sow plants in the garden under new moonlight;
as cast outs from Eden we saved seeds from the first
a song of serpents is on our tongue, as cloven as our feet.

Ours is the gnosis transmitted in dream

from the origin of fire to this waning age of steam,
marked out, the Flaming Sword setting us aside
we Zig-Zag back and forth on our lightning trail to the Grail,
in shadows we grow, and in shadows we stride!
"X. The Wheel of Fortune (Rota Taro Orat Tora Ator)" (acrylic on panel) by Don Farrell
DREAMER OF THE DARK FANTASTIC
AN ODE FOR KOIZUMI YAKUMO: PATRICK LAFCADIO HEARN
by Justin Patrick Moore
Lafcadio,
your Irish eyebrows
pour over paper
while your classic Greek hand
unfurls spindly writing
beneath diminutive lamplight.
Your one good eye is scrunched, myopic
your fingers cramped, back sore
head full of fantasy and folk lore,
the perfumed dreams of a fairy in a Tea garden.
You were a spiritual ambassador
for your final home in Japan,
adopted by the Kami as much by the people
from your birthplace on Lefkada,
by way of Dublin, Cincinnati
the West Indies and New Orleans.
Your gift was to tease out
the soul of a place,
to translate the genius loci
into a liquid language
soluble to friends
left behind in the West.
You were locked away as child,
shut in a closet, a punishment
to cure fears of the dark.
With age you end up going nearly blind,
befriending many ghosts along the way.
Your gift was inner sight.
In a playground game you lost an eye
but like Odin, became a seer
peering into Other worlds,
more at home in the Mittelmarch
then under the smoky towers of industry.
Your pen was made of foxfire
and all your words were goblin.
Washed up penniless in the Queen City
you slept on paper shavings
at the local printers,
nourishing your dreams in the library,
breathing in a host of fantastic heterodoxies.
Bootstrapped up from the pavement
you eventually landed behind a news desk.
Never afraid
you stared down the barrel of horror,
from violent cremations to tan yard murders;
immersing yourself in haunted landscapes,
listening for echoes, voices of ancient ancestors.
You did not mind bucking authority
even when it bucked you back.
Three glasses down, coming home from the beer garden
into the kitchen at the boarding house,
your eyes fell on Mattie, a black skinned storyteller.
The world wasn’t ready for your illegal love,
cast upon the rocks of social disdain
you couldn’t reach a safe harbor,
and your marriage, void under law, dissolved.
So you slinked on down to New Orleans
and simmered yourself in Creole cuisine,
hacking away at the papers again,
scribbling down many a fanciful sketch,
making attempts at translations from French,
growing your powers, pouring your light
into newsprint, denouncing corruption,
disabusing fallacy, penning obituaries
for Doctor John and Marie Laveau.
Then tiring of the Southern scene,
waxing weary of the socials while wanting the weird
you traveled even deeper south,
skipping off for two years to Martinique,
where you wooed the Muse of the odd
in search of tropical flavors
to quill your cryptic travelogues.
Then off again, pit stopping
in New York to wrangle with editors, publishers,
magazine men;
before tacking along on a train to Vancouver
to step aboard the good ship Abyssinia
on a Pacific passage dark as any of yours
and step off on St. Patrick’s day in Japan 1890,
Yokohoma, among people who smiled,
wishing you well during the days torrential rain
dreaming at night of ideographs and insects
soundless visions running on phantom wheels.
In Matsue
you married during the frozen winter
Setsu the warm daughter of a Samurai,
who melted the coarser aspects of your nature.
There wasn’t much language between you
so she spoke in the shared sympathy of Shinto
in the grave voice of her countries oldest chillers,
breathing life into ghosts,
awakening cruel demons who slept close to Earth.
Finding home at last you were made a citizen,
became professor Yakumo
gave birth to a son Kazuo
unleashed yourself on paper
letting the local spirits do the writing,
as your blood boiled under oil lamplight,
possessed, prolific, a passionate interpreter.
On good terms with Kitsune
the last years of your life were happy.
You made a boat of words
to crest over this rocky world of men,
and resting, sailed beyond them
your final voyage
off to visit the Hare in the moon
one last stop
on the river to Heaven.
A WITCHED WARDROBE IN
REVERSE
by Justin Patrick Moore

The Faun once lost in darkest night

The tea turned to urine The witch fanned herself as sweat boiled off
steered by the glow of the lamppost light
the cups trembled in their saucers her nose
through the acres and fields of snow,
a wyrd breeze slithered she turned up the lamp
to walk through worlds, a weary traveler
hearts fluttered like mad and shapes menaced from the paint peeled
shifting frequency to Earth
and spider senses prickled. walls
slipping on the ice stained mirror
as a host of wicked elves knocked oat tins
falling down a Witched wardrobe in reverse.
She slammed her fist on the table from the shelves.
words flew with white foam spit. “When did you last kiss a girl?” she asked
The door from the wardrobe opens inwards
“Your house is a battered woman her breath was like minced garlic
to a household estate in a sorry affair
on the eve of her blood tide! soaked in a snake oil flask.
laundry is in the oven, dried spaghetti
She’s ready to brew up a hurricane
clings to sauced dishes on the stair.
hurl down a tornado and slam her foot. Her lips puckered to reveal her gangrene
Someone threw an old car part down the
Have you not seen her, exhausted and teeth
tainted well.
enraged? as the rat ducked back into her soot gray hair.
I wasn’t prepared for visitors. I was feeling
She was supposed to be your bride. Crowned with mistletoe, her robes still
far from swell.
The flame in the bed chamber is now an reeked
ember. as she cackled “do you not think me fair?”
Yet it was still delightful to receive a
As she shakes the ground I hope you choke
visitation,
on the coal dust of your miserable life. The Faun shoved me forward in my seat
to entertain a cloven hoofed house guest.
If I were you, I’d open up this place until I was tangled with the Witch
I swept out the sitting room
and run it as a home for beaten wives.” I could feel the pull of my own heart thread
and dusted off Grandma’s best
the wrinkled smell of her, familiar, filling me
china, blue porcelain cups, elegant lace
“But Father wouldn’t-” with dread.
I conjured a pot of Darjeeling tea
I felt where I had darned the ninth stitch,
and a platter of quick bread and marmalade.
but she cut me off over my tweed heart, not made in time.
“You can’t live in a storybook forever. Then my hands explored the ridges of her
“So much to catch up on since the last time”
Didn’t he move into the Hotel Six? hips
the Faun said
Did you not make a troth, and tie your wrists and my mouth groping, found her warts,
“I’m still distraught the Lion is dead.”
with the weavers finest bolt of cloth?” found her tongue.
He rubbed the graying fur over his breast.
She scratched the stiff booger off her upper
“Yes, the King of the Wood is gone.
lip. It was then she shed her skin.
Things don’t seem much better round here.
Look at all this wretched mess.”
“I must admit I think I made a slip,” With her old rags dropping
steam rose off my voice, the room had grown my blood beat was near to stopping
“It’s not at all my fault,” I said. “Mother left,
cold as the hull of an arctic ship. and I could hardly smell the sweet primroses
and Father went to the coal mine, bereft
“I must say I was hoping for a bail out perfuming her auburn hair.
only to dig up clay that does not hold its
and I thought this was a place to set sail from. Her toady warts dissolved
shape.
I’ve been feeling rather glum. alongside the lapse in my resolve.
The grape vine was torn down
I can’t afford the gardener, let alone the maid. A Lion stirred in my aorta,
and now the arbor is fallen over.”
All my efforts are exercises in escape.” his tail the twitch of my ventricle
and I could see now
The Faun considered, smiled.
The Faun placed the last log into the fire grate
“You must let the Witch back inside
relit his pipe, scratched his horns.
and you must kiss her warts where the wardrobe had been hedged
“It was nice when you visited us so young
unfreeze the Winter, else the sick rose grown over here, with junk
when your liver was free from glass
will grow ever more poisonous in your heart. and a wedge left in on the other
and your heart unbruised by thorns.
Wake again your own joy to sing the glimmer of a way
Whatever happened to that bonnie lass
and wonder this happenstance Earth. a home on either side
who you sallied over?
Unpluck the loathsome dart.”
I remember catching you two frolic
amidst the sun warmed clover.” I could feel the ice clouds recede.
Then creeped another creature On my knees, I did not have to plead
through the open door as our power joined together in a true love
“I knew her well,” I said
down through disused rooms knot
“though I’ve now forgot her name.
her veiny fingers on a brittle cane broom
So much of that summer was buried
with the face of a frog and the smell of a hog
and I a must admit I am a bit ashamed
she bristled, and helped herself to a spot of the Faun held out his broom
about the way I tarried
tea. and we both jumped over.
when I should have asked her hand
that we sealed the door once opened
that led into your land. But she stayed. -November 28, 2012
She ate the grape off a faery plate.”
THE EMPIRE NEVER ENDED (CITIES OF REFUGE)
by Justin Patrick Moore
I.
We seek the light of other realms,
to cast new light on these despotic ruins.
We hope to catch times wrinkle
tesseract into some Otherworld Neverland,
and tap its keg of untold wonders.
We are in need of a traveling improviser
to slip from one sector to another
by the turn of a coin, a tip of the magic hat,
the flash of a tarot card, or the play of smoke across crystal.
(Do not be deceived by the amethyst.)
Morphing and remorphing from here to there,
you will come back whispering
about a life of constant disappearance
about how you branched out along sidereal lines
only to reappear among membraned roots
in an Underworld city.
There
the street patterns
are tracings left by gnawing butterflies
& the languages heard sound only as deafening noise.
Weren’t you warned?
II.
All roads lead to Babel
& the Goddess of the Tower is many tongued.
In the places we cannot hear, you were our ears.
So tell us how, after reckless nights in spent oblivion
haggard as a ghost among lowlifes, carousing with damsels
in a tavern of crossed destiny you still managed
to break the curse of the black iron prison.
Compose for us a picture, of your circling paths
of your perambulating trajectories.
innumerable unimaginable secret visitations
You penetrated cities known only to dream refugees
made murky maps of little known territories.
Your attempts at transcription met little success.
Each avenue was disparate & every road the echo of another.
You returned to us only out of desperation,
like a wayward dog to an unfit master.
Your family was in crisis.
Yet the way you walked helped untangle the skein.
Traveling you passed through the mouth of the sphinx
on a dare & forged your will
to know the silence of riddles.
III.
Magic is a strange science.
You sought the doctorate
on a world
whose concept of time, jangled.
A million disparate clocks joined together
no working moments, or waking, rather reverie
awake against thieves who would steal the ever present always
vigilant for smugglers breaching times walls
selling parcels of seconds, bags of minutes,
and trunks stashed with misplaced hours.
Mute statues were arrested from participation.
outside the circles of time
there are no fractal ripples
One bar melted from the rigid chronology.
From there you went forth to a city of islands,
a burned out archipelago in a dying star system,
whose ports had been taken over by enclaves of pirates.
All become savages
all are obliterated in cultural fugue.
The time bandits go there, it is after all a place
to stash their non-material goods.
Vultures come to harvest relics
as the burned out towers fall
badges from ambassadors left in the high-rise
embassies of decay
where the wrecking crews
ornament the streets
with the skulls of gargantuan house cats.
IV.
Who returns
when transient is the default mode for home?
Does it matter whether you visited
in flesh, dream or book?
Drunk with the dust of foreign lands on your lips
you remain insatiable, incorrigible
a thief whose honor we can always respect
we drink your every word, distilled
into a pastel liqueur
from the radiant gas cloud of a tipsy moon.
Staying home will always be different now
in this place of gardens, drainpipes, sewer grates
in this culture of terminal beaches,
endless roped off docks & barred harbors.
We will only taste echoes
of the faded memory of your taste
as we string glass beads together
night after night in this holographic bazaar.
For us, the bastard children of the high court
our love for the other, for the alien,
for strange seafaring gods, must always be secret, subliminal.
We send our chosen vagrants forth, playthings of our game
while our hearts look to spires falling in the sunset.
Our delight is in the capsized crown
so you go out to reassure us, all empires crumble
all towers do fall down.
"The Light of the World" (acrylic on panel) by Don Farrell
 The Apocalypse of Narcissus
by Ariel Saklas, submitted by Justin Vaughn

The enclosed is a full and accurate copy of Ariel Saklas' 'the Apocalypse of Narcissus' as it was found at the foot of the god, in
the temple of the Eye, in Washington, during the commander's inspection. As for they who read it, may there be strength of understanding
in them.

VANITAS

It begins with a state that is really quite impossible to describe. There is no past. The sequence of events has been singularly disrupted.
Think of it, you could have picked up this book and begun reading from any point, but suddenly there you are. Amnesia has the affect of
driving the audience from the scene. The curtain is opening to an empty theatre, and there is light and shadow, but for whom? Perhaps it
was this chance reflection, or some motion of the eye, which first caused our hero to question his involvement in the scene. It was as if he
could have been born in this very moment; and seeking answers, yet finding nothing, he called its name:

'VANITAS!'

'I like it so far,' interjects Renee, who has been helping students with the college's creative writing program this semester. Renee, whose
name signifies 'reborn' in some child of Latin. Jeremy, whose name signifies either 'Yahweh rises', or 'exalted of Yahweh', continues, 'I
don't really understand this character; but he awakes on the battlefield in the valley of the Albis river in Marcomanni territory unable to
remember who he is, and becomes obscessed with this point in time, as if he craves amnesia. There is a dent in his helmet. Then a soldier
in the background cries out:'

''Narcisse!' 'No, that is not the name I was born with, but that's what they call me now,' thinks Narcissus silently to himself. That is the
name they have called him for a very long time; either for his boyish looks, or the mirror, which is one of his few personal belongings.
'You may have noticed a change of voice just now,' he continues ', Yes, there is always that problem of the voice, the voice from nowhere,
the hand writing on the wall, the thunder.'

'Are you alright?' asks Renee with a smile intending to convey humor.

'I'm just saying that I've been having a lot of trouble with the beginning. For one I want to try to explain the feeling of waking up in the
middle of a battlefield with amnesia, which is very difficult to describe to someone who isn't one of the few to have experienced it
personally. For another, one of the recurring characters is this sort of disembodied voice, whose origin can't really be identified. There are
reasons for including this character that are hard for the author to explain.'

'That's alright. It's like Margarette Atwood said,' and then a defining moment, she pulls down a copy of the Oxford Orations. No, not
just a copy, but the copy of which Jeremy himself had been reading in the original Latin that very evening before she arrived. Yes, it would
have had to be some moment like that. She must have said, or done something clever. 'That's how she got my attention.'

'Are you talking to yourself?'

'I've been thinking out loud a lot since I began writing. I feel like I have to pay more attention to how things sound.'

'I could see that. Maybe that will help. Anyway, as Margarette put it ', When one is in the midst of a story, it hardly seems like a story at
all.''

'Especially when it's a non-linear narrative set in three time periods, but it always seems to come back to that moment, when Narcissus
cries out 'vanitas' on the battlefield.'

'Vanitas, that's the other thing I wanted to ask you. What does vanitas mean?'

'It's Latin for emptyness, or nothingness.'

'Is he going to be speaking Latin the entire time?'

'Well, the character would have been speaking Latin most of the time, but I see what you're getting at. It does present certain difficulties.'

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[then insert the other beginning]
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UBI IOHANNES VIVIT

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ANGUIS PATEFACTA
 INITIATION ON THE SACRED MOUNTAIN OF ARUNACHALA
by kAzIm

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A thought on Non-Duality :

When One is in perfect alignment with the Universe, as the Buddha wrapped in silence and the diamond shining in the hearty petals of the
lotus, when the Forces align naturally, revolving around the axis of an eternal Instant of boundless creativity, Reality is perceived as both a
Presence and an Absence. Where the Black Hole of fecund darkness contemplates the projection of its True Will through the four arms of
the great Spiral of Life and Death, there the interstellar dancer plays the mystery song of creation and destruction, rhythmed by the
lightning notes of the Damaru`s Circles of Eternity. Without leaving any trace he goes, as the camel trooper walking in the desert sand, for
thus is the way of the ever wandering Magician, crossing an Abyss that never came to Manifestation.

”Nataraja is Stillness and Motion wrought together”

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After the fulfillment of the Global Chakras Working instigated by Orryelle Defenestrate Bascule, in which participated both brethren of
the Chaorder of Silver Dusk and of the Horus Maat Lodge, leading to a wonderful physical and trans-local magical gathering, and being
well reminded of the non-linearity of time and interconnectedness of all things, specially as the last working finished for the 21st December
2012 (see Current 13 for more infos) I would like to present two reports taken from my personal journey in India, during a lunar month
passed on the Sacred Hill of Arunachala, which were going to prepare myself to this workings. Situated on a natural place of power of the
Earth, the mountain constitutes a powerful nexus of shiva ïte energies and a place of Naga worship over which practitioners of the Art and
wanderers to India may want to connect to. Linking the individual experience to the collective one, i wish thus to contribute to a network of
resources of inner and outer energetic exchange which may inspire further investigations.
 In ‘The Magical Revival’ Kenneth Grant considers Arunachala as one of the chakras of Planet Earth and, more precisely, he states that:

“The supreme seat of energy - the Sahasrara Chakra - is not located within the physical body at all, but above the cranial suture, where,
figuratively speaking, the Lotus of Infinite Light blooms and bathes with its perfume the subtle anatomy of man. The Sahasrara is the seat
of the Atman, the True Self in Man which is known as the Brahman in the Cosmos. It is the Abode of Siva and is represented on earth by
the Sacred Hill of Arunachala in South India. This is the cult-centre of the most profoundly spiritual Path now open to humanity, the
Advaita-Marg or Path of Non-duality."

The mountain, beyond its mythical comparison to the tibetan Mt Meru, is said to be the place where Shiva appeared before Brahma and
Vishnu and transmitted the basis for his cult in India. It also became famous through the teachings and life of the s ādhu and master of the
Advaita Vedānta, Ramana Maharshi, who has been living in the mountain and meditating in its caves for more than 15 years.

The two reports i have chosen to present, beside a more regular practice, have marked two important steps of my personal sadhana there.
The first one presents my impressions and progressive steps on the mountain, its particular energies and history, and ends with a narrative
of a spontaneous ritual performed inside the temple of Dakshineshwar, the city bordering Arunachala. It served for me to establish an
energetic link with the temple and the mountain which may be reactivated by people visiting the site or who want to connect to the temple
for energetic workings (Shiva is also associated with the Ajna Chakra : the trishula being amongst other a representation of the meeting of
the 3 energetic channels ida, pingala and sushumna at the place of the brow. The central sushumna channel and arrow is thus said to be
longer because it continues to the Sahasrara, giving an interesting symbolism linking the two chakras). The second report describes a ritual
dedicated to a Naga deity living in a hidden magickal lake at the border of the mountain and transmits the particular feeling i had with “the
Path” at this moment. Both have been key-moments of my practice there, marking for the first one the apotheosis of a month of dedication
to Shiva, and for the second an unexpected connection with a Naga deity which became a powerful ally and guide to my personal tantric
practices on the place.

/*\

Chapter 1 : Arunachala Lighting

Arunachala, the mountain of Shiva possess this sanctity of certain places in India where an energy constantly fed by centuries of prayers
and devotions inevitably takes you toward unexplored horizons to an unpredictable travel and encounter with the Self.

Arunachala, Sacred Mountain where Shiva appeared in the form of a Lingam of Pure Light:

During a conflict between Brahma and Vishnu to know which one of the two possessed the superiority, Shiva, who didn't yet reveal his
true nature, appeared before them in the form of a cosmic Pillar of Fire between the waters. The gods threw a challenge : the first who
would successfully reach the end of the column of light would prove his ascendancy over the other and permanently establish his
superiority. Vishnu turned into a boar and plunged into the depths while Brahma took the form of a swan and flew as high as possible. But
the column rose and descended beyond any limit, so that the two gods failed in their attempt. Shiva, remained silent till this moment,
revealed his presence to the two gods and proved his supremacy. He established from that day the principles and origins of his worship.
This mythical place where Shiva appeared is located in South West India near the city of Tiruvanamalai : its mountain has for name
Arunachala.

Black Moon - Arrival at Tiruvanamalai

The Lands of Lord Shiva open their doors before me.. Shiva is a lunar god, majestic, far beyond the limitations of men, he carries with him
the overcoming of the limitations and habits of the ego, and ultimately leads you to leave the ties of a daily routine for a travel at the core of
the Self, beyond the boundaries of the world of forms. His is the play of all energies. He is the cosmic dancer, the stillness in motion beyond
the revolution of cosmic cycles. He is the Lord of Time, of Death and Rebirth, and the rhythm he plays on his damaru leads with each drum
beat to the creation and destruction of a new world.

Virupaksha Cave and the Maharshi

Appointments are made with Morgan to go for a walk in the sacred mountain, where lived and meditated for many years Shri Bhagavan
Ramana Maharshi, Hindu sage, master of the Advaita and great prince of Non-Duality. The first thing that strikes me about his story is that
the Maharshi describes an experience of complete death of its different bodies (physical, astral and mental) and dive into the Self at the age
of 16, experience which undoubtedly changed his all life and awoke within him the yearning for a life of meditation and mystical devotion.

Shiva had made his call heard. For a one way travel to the Unknown. For a journey leading to leave one’s profane life to devote entirely
oneself to the pursuit of an Ultimate Reality.

After an hour walking on the side of the mountain, we behold Virupaksha cave where the Maharshi meditated for over 15 years. The
caves are adorned with photos of the Hindu Master. His eyes emit an impression of luminous deepness, infinite plenitude and absolute
serenity. It is even difficult to write about them as they surely invite one to contemplate in silence. The Maharshi is present everywhere: in
the mountains, in the city, on the walls, and in the minds. The first meditation makes me quickly feel the breath of his benevolent presence.
The breath of an Unity revealed in the depths, which opens the doors to the soul and makes the bells of melodies from another perspective
ring the songs of the dakinis and pour down the light of the stars.
 Shri Bhagavan Maharshi

I should also immerse myself in those energies

Walk on the mountains, walk the corridors of the temple.
Know the Lord Shiva in all its forms.
God of Time, Lord of Creation, Destruction,
Of Mystic Intoxication and of Cosmic Rhythms.

Forget, Die, and Be Reborn.

Ritual in Arunachaleschwar Temple

After shaving my head, I'm heading to the Temple without particular intention aside from visiting and getting accustomed to the place.
Behind the halls of the market of the city, where gather vendors, saddhus, women and rickshaw drivers, stands the Gopuram (a tower
marking the entrance of the pyramid temples in South India) of the main entrance. With its 13 floors, all in white stones, it stays
imperturbable and stoic before the hubbub of the city and the mantras that resonate from the music stores around.

A month of visits in different Shiva temples behind me and I am still surprised to find myself in this particular and unique atmosphere
that reminds me of my first contact with the fiery energy of Shiva, a year earlier, in the temple of Trimbakeshwar in Nasik. In this small
pilgrimage town fringed with more than 200 religious edifices stands, at the top of the valley, one of the 12 jyothir lingams. Temple of black
basalt with absolutist lines that gives the impression to belong to another world ; Furthermore its inhabitants and the few tourists there, the
city welcomes thousands of pilgrims who sometimes walk hundreds of miles to pray a few seconds before the main statue of the sanctuary.
There is a two-hour queue before entering, the excitement of the people is at its peak, the fervor of the moment hitting you in the guts. In
the main hall, the crowd is chanting the divine names and mantras of Shiva, making them resonate as thousands of drumbeats in his honor.
The electricity of the atmosphere is amplifying as the crowd rejoices and comes closer to the main room. I can now see the altar
approaching... people walk and make gestures there ; Arriving at the statue, I get one of the most intense energetic charge I ever felt in a
temple. A good introduction to the experience of Arunachala..
 After the main entrance comes a first inner temple dedicated to Kaala Bhairava, a fierce manifestation of Shiva associated with
annihilation, who beheaded the fifth head of Brahma for his pride saying he was the only Supreme Creator. The pieces of sandalwood and
cups of ghee keep the flame alighted and the smoke of incenses. All are dedicated for the prasad, the spiritual nourishment. I behold before
me a chiromancer saddhu woman that I met the day before. Her fiery eyes and expressions seem to respond to my attempts, inviting me to
go further. As part of my daily exploration, I continue by greeting each representations of the divinity. There must be twenty little
monuments scattered in the main enclosure. In them usually stand stone lingams, statues of Shiva and of the bull Nandi, the vehicle of the
God, and of various animals associated to the divinity such as peacocks and cobras, plus a few altars dedicated to Ganesh.

The sun is in full swing, the ground is of fire, sādhus all wear magnificent clothes of bright red, embroidered with golden motifs. Flames
are lit before each altar. Everything is radiating with vibrant and solar energy around me. As I now look to the North-East corner of the
temple's enclosure, I can notice a little steep stairs that leads to the heights. Going this way, I find myself quite quickly on what form the
round tower of the triple enclosure of the Temple. The area is normally closed to the visitors and serves for the technicians to adjust the
lightings in the evening. From this space above, I have an amazing view of the temple complex and its surrounding turmoil. As a graffiti
painter i was carrying with me a black marker.

Time stops.

This moment was going to mark the apotheosis of a lunar month of dedication and rituals to Shiva.

Om Namah Shivaya!

/*\
 I thus inscribe a first sigil in the lower right corner of the wall connecting me to the field of pure potentiality. Everything comes together
in a state combining excitement and ecstatic release, total Liberation of being.

Continuing along the wall, I plan now to draw a second sigil on the South side to form an energetic network based on triangulation.
Downstairs, a guard saw me and makes a sign that i shall come down as soon as possible, I doubt that my presence on the enclosure of the
temple is particularly appreciated. I make a sign that I understood and head then to the Northwest corner. Arriving at the apex of the
triangle, a platform stands on the roof of the first temple. The place offers a magnificent view of the central shrine, the gopuram and the
sacred mountain. The incredible energy radiating added to the uniqueness of the situation leads me to seize the opportunity to unite further
myself with this place and build a link with the opening of the Eye of Shiva, the quintessential combustion of energy by Divine Fire.
Everything is accelerating, I draw the last sigil ahead of the platform, facing the mountain, and improvise a dedication to the Lord of the
place and the natural lingam that stands before me, invoking by all ways the burning energy of the god. Everything is bright around, and
before the Lord of Destruction Time has no take. In the excitement, I let my entranced soul and body perform a dance dedicated to the Sun
shining over the roof of the temple in the postures of Nataraja (Shiva in its form of cosmic dancer) while I keep on chanting his name and
reciting his mantra. My soul and my body ablaze, I now turn on myself to create a cone of power in the manner of the whirling dervishes.
At the height of the load, I offer in full intoxication of shivaite energy my semen to the Sun and the sacred mountain on the roof of the
temple and trail on the ground a last personal sigil, reinforcing the energetic link made with the temple. At the center of three sigils is
situated the sacred statue of the innermost Sanctuary, Seat of Consciousness, the Divine Fire that transmutes All. Thus is fulfilled the
energetic triangulation that contains in its center the opening of Shiva's Eye.

I thank the Gods for this moment of eternity.

Above is the sigil i've been using for people who would like to connect to the temple and Arunachala mountain for further energetic
workings.

End of the first chapter

 "At the Heart of It All" by Patrick Larabee

Hypermile Prelude, and Hypermile Prelude Archon Gnostic Mix

by Shamaniacal

This is an audio entry. Please go to https://soundcloud.com/shamaniacal to listen to it.

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Shamaniacal is Adam Smientana
"Ophidian Dawn" by Patrick Larabee
 DR. John Montanee - A Grimoire
by Dr. Louie Martinié

The BIRTH of a New Orleans Loa:

Resurrection In Remembrance

This is a working draft of the first conjure in a grimoire dedicated to the calling and feeding of Dr. John Montanee, a nineteenth
century voodoo spiritual doctor and drummer. The conjures in the book ask nothing of Dr. John, they are offerings designed to
feed him if it be to his will to eat of the essences of the voodooist performing the conjure and once again walk among the living.
I am delighted that this grimoire will soon find a place in the growing New Orleans Voodoo Heritage Edition series published
by Left Hand Press (lefthandpress.com) and Black Moon Publishing (blackmoonpublishing.com). I am grateful that it is being
disseminated by HML.
The New Orleans Loa are Great Mysteries, always near, always but one step away.

Dr. Louie Martinié

FIRST CONJURE: THE PELICAN

This conjure builds on the understandings, aspects, and attributes of the NEW ORLEANS VOODOO TAROT (Martini é, Glassman 1993),
personal rituals and conjures, the workings of Bate Cabal, and the words and teachings of the ancestors.

Two rocks may be purchased or found before the beginning of this conjure. Black rocks or fed loadstones are effective, I will use
loadstones in describing the conjure Hold the stones for a time, a number of hours is best. Imbue them with your essence using sweat,
blood, or other fluids you have produced. The loadstones may be placed in a cooker (Mishlen Linden) the night before performing the
conjure or on a full moon night. The signature of Dr. John Montanee and a variety of talismans can be cooked with the stones. Along with
these two loadstones, obtain enough rocks to construct a small pile.

PREPARATION:

Cleansing:

In order that you may be purified of all that is not of essence, offer your self however that self may manifest in this exact present to Ti
Zaraguin, or other spider loa. May your bones may be picked clean and that you may shine in the Visible and Invisible Worlds with a brutal
elegance.

The insect loa are close and easily summoned once you have established a relationship with them. I have found that this relationship at the
least includes not heedlessly taking the lives of these magnificent loas children. If you see one of this nation in distress, help it and charge it
to tell its Grandmother or Grandfather of your help. I remember a man who began the rites and was horribly bitten; it is best not to ask for
more than you are willing to give. To take a beings life is to subtly invite that being to, in turn, take your life.

Assume an open stance, vulnerable, head back a bit. Offer your bodies midsection. For the spider loa, with your eyes half closed and half
open, create an image of a familiar spider in the dark upper half of our vision. See it move. Trill / vibrate the tip your tongue against the
roof of your mouth while imbuing the image of the spider with 2 important attributes I have come to know through my possessions by the
insect loa. The first being the overwhelming impulse to protect the stomach from harm. The stomach is shielded before the head. There is
food being digested in the stomach, it must be protected. The second being “a fierce allegiance to life.” Life is movement and even if only
one small feeler or fang can be moved it will strain to perceive or attack. There is much that can be learned from the insect loa, “Never
surrender, never give up.” being not the least of their admirable traits.

Allow the self that manifests as you at this moment to be fed upon.

Dedication:

Before beginning, place the two loadstones on a pile of rocks. The stones will live at the top of the pile. Manman Brigitte often sits on top
of such a pile.

See Manman Bridgette in her role as great judge. She is seated on the pile of stones. These stones are her past judgments and their
firmness and fairness support her authority. One rock supports the other and the pile (or “stupa” literally meaning “heap” ) supports
Manman.

Call to Manman Bridgette to judge and to rule in favor of this mystical work of art. Explain as a lawyer would the “why” of your
conjuring of Dr. John. Your explanation will be individual, your own. That is how it must be. My successful explanations in the past have
been based on community and benefit to the community. Leave the dedication with the two loadstones, confident not in your success but in
her wisdom to judge fairly.

An Indifference to Outcome:

Place your actions and their success (in ancient usage … “any outcome or result”) under the governance of the most complete spiritual
being that is most real to you. Again, this is individual. For me, this is the union of “my” Ti and Gros Bon Ange, the Holy Guardian Angle
of Thelema, and the Buddhas of the Tibetan Practices.
 Each of our actions excite universes of probabilities. Let go of that which you have never had and accept the heavings and bellowings of
the World Elephant, pregnant with possibilities. Choose to act for no reason. Pure will lies beyond the guttering light of “because.” Reasons
for actions rise and fall and crumble. They provide little stability upon which to base conjures. Call upon something more deeply rooted in
the very essence of being. Do what you must.

THE PELICAN

FIRST SIGHT

Dr. John is seen before you as in a dim light, a reflection in the glassy eye of a cat, ephemeral as a softly heard grace note in a great
symphony. Indistinct as in murky waters, his figure slowly revolves with legs and arms spread, limbs falling, drifting one into the other.
Closer inspection reveals a lack of vitality and both external and internal coherence. His face, while living, shows no emotion or
understanding. This is a mere apparition. There are a number of useful techniques for calling this vision. An old mirror is effective as are
half closed eyes where the vision is seen in the upper, darkened part of the eye.

PULLING

During the conjure, hold a loadstone in each hand with your palms up and open in a welcoming gesture toward the apparition. With this
specter of Dr. John fixed in your mind you will, “pull” him through the elements that existent within you one after another. If you are using
loadstones, this pulling looks and feels like the magnetic attraction a lodestone exerts on iron. Welcome Dr. John Montanee and invite him
to pass through your body. The image will begin to move and pass into and through your body. During this passing, the powers of the
chosen element flow into the specter. You are a microcosm of all the Greater and Lesser Assemblies.

Now the worker is well prepared to add strength, body, substance and presence to Dr John by taking his spectral self through the 4
elements and spirit. The alchemical pelican, as depicted on the Great Seal of Louisiana feeding its young with its own blood, is a proper
image for this part of the conjure.

Earth:

While holding the loadstones in the palm of the hands with your fingers, take a pinch of earth using the thumb and the index finger of
both hands. Using the Right hand, sprinkle the earth in blessing on the stone held in the left hand. Repeat the process with the opposite
hand.

“Honor and Respect to Baron Samedi, Baron le Crox, Baron Cimeterie, Guede Nimbo, Ti Jean Millipead. Lend your graces to this holy
work. Give to Dr. John Montanee the weight and solidity of earth.”

The apparition of Dr. John floats before you. Beckon to Dr. John with both hands in welcome holding the lodestones blessed with earth.
Pull Dr. John through your body, pull him through the element earth as it exists within you.

Here Dr. John Montanee gains a solidity of self and the virtues of earth. The purposeless spin of the apparition lessens.

Waters:

Hold the loadstones now blessed with earth in the palms of the hands and dip the thumb and the index finger of both hands into a chalice
of water. Using the Right hand, sprinkle the water in blessing on the lodestone held in the left hand. Repeat the process with the opposite
hand.

“Honor and Respect to Olokun, to la Balaine, to la Sirene, to Agwe of the Waves. Olokun whisper to la Balaine, la Balaine whisper la
Sirene, la Sirine whisper to Agwe of the Waters…Carry the Holy Name of Dr. John Montanee from the ocean floor through the abysmal
waters, through the waters that know light, to the waves, the great messengers of the sea. Agwe of the Waves carry the name Dr. John
Montanee both far and wide. Lend your graces to this holy work. Give to Dr. John Montanee the fluidity and virtues of water.”

The apparition of Dr. John floats before you within the aethrs. Beckon to Dr. John in Welcome with both hands holding the stones
blessed with earth and water. Pull Dr. John through your body, pull him through the element water as it exists within you.

Here Dr. John Montanee gains the delicious moist texture of life. There is now a fluidity of self and the virtues of water.

Fire:

Rub the thumb and the index finger of each hand together to produce heat while holding the lodestones blessed with earth and water in the
palms of the hands. Move the heated thumb and index finger of the right hand transferring their heat to the loadstone in the left hand.
Repeat the process with the opposite hand.

“Honor and respect to the great bearers of light, Ogun of the Forge, Erzulie with lips red as blood and hot as fire. Damballa la Flambeau
bring the light and strength of your sky fire. Guedeh la Flambeau freely rain the fires of orgasm. Legba la Flambeau bring words ablaze
dancing to spells falling like fiery embers. Simbi la Flambeau intellect bright bestow.”

Welcome Dr. John with the heated loadstones. Pull him through your body on waves of heat. Offer the heat within your body for him to
fuel a presence. The specter quickens; now it must breathe.

Air:

Share your breath with the loadstones. Blow gently then forcibly upon the loadstone held in the right and then on the loadstone held in
the left hand. This is a most intimate offering in that your breath is moist with fluids which contain essences individual to you alone.
 “Honor and respect to le Grand Zombi bringer of magick and wisdom. Simbi impart your connaissance to heal and to curse. Nan Nan
Bouclou grow herbs that heal the body, the mind, and the spirit. Legba speak the Word that opens the gate to all words.

Welcome Dr. John with words carried on the wings of air. Winds of life surround him as he passes through your body. Offer your airs
pregnant with life. No longer a simple specter, Dr. John stirs.

Spirit:
Self among Selves

The loadstones are now heavy with earth, water, fire, and air. An amazing and critical possibility arises at this point. The elements can
mix creating a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

Bring the palms of your hands together and join the loadstones. Cup your palms loosely to form a dark space around the loadstones. This
is a womb.

The two loadstones now stand as the Marassa, the divine twins from which all that is arises. The space around the twins is both empty and
filled with the Waters of Return. This is not so much a contradiction as a mysterie. Creation takes place as the elements mix within these
waters.

Hold your cupped hands out before you to Dr. John. Open a space between your cupped hands for Dr. John to enter this womb world.
Now The Waters, not you, beckon to Dr. John. The soft swirl and the security of the luminescent darkness reaches out to sooth.

Here there takes place not so much an imbuing of essential qualities as a recognition (re + cognition is a “re knowing” or to “know
again” )that the combination of earth, water, fire, and air can mix and create the conditions for a sentient being to exhibit not only
knowledge but a special kind of wisdom commonly called connaisance which is an esoteric knowledge of and from the loa.

Move your cupped hands containing the Marassa to your forehead and then to the back of your neck. Open them a bit for Dr. John to
enter. Move your cupped hands once again to your forehead. Dr. John moves through your head.

Imbue Dr. John with the essence of your Guardian Spirit. This Guardian Spirit may manifest on Many Ways. Some are: Master of the
Head, Holy Guardian Angel.

Imbue Dr. John with the essence of your Will which may be seen to manifest as the Ti Bon Ange, destiny, or Ka.

Imbue Dr. John with the essence of your Love….called by some the Gros Bon Ange, Ba, Great Spirit, Goddess, God.

Duing this passage Dr. John is exposed and imbued with three essences, not individual manifestations, of connaisance. This is critical in
that connaisance takes on different aspects in different practitioners. It is the essential ground of connaisance which is imbued. Here it may
be helpful to focus on function rather than the form that function takes.

Again, Dr. John does not take on your Guardian Spirit, your Will, or your Love. It is the essence, the fertile ground from which these great
qualities arise that is shared with Dr. John. If the aspects are emphasized, all you will have is a rather predictable and boring dopleganger of
your self.

Close your eyes, open your hands, and move out of the way. The next move, whatever that may be, is up to the Good Doctor. Place the
loadstones on the pile of rocks under the protection of Manman Bridgette ready for the next conjure.

EndNote:

Complexity is the playground of fools and I have long since tired of such amusements. This conjure has but few essential qualities. The
conjure exists as an offering to Dr. John Montanee; not an entreaty or a command.

The voodooist cleanses, dedicates their actions, and releases their focus from a lust for result. Dr. John is first imagined. This imagining
is given substance with the elements in the crucible of the voodooists body. In the last step a womb is created, Dr. John enters that womb
and is then passed through the voodooists head. Now it is up to Dr. John. Place the loadstones / black rocks in a jar or bag on the pile of
stones for the next time the conjure is performed.

Dr. Louie Martinié

On the Waters of Mar Assi
Saint John’s Eve
June 22, 1913
 "Bolt" by Denny Sargent,

SPIRITUAL BANISHING
by Denny Sargent

An excerpt from the book "CLEAN SWEEP, Banishing What You Don’t Need to Get What You Want " ( Weiser Publishing)

“We are not human beings on a spiritual journey. We are spiritual beings on a human journey.”
Stephen Covey

As we look at Banishing of ailments and demons from the Body, the Heart and the Mind, we are led to the inescapable conclusion
that all three are interconnected. What interconnects and interpenetrates them all, the aura and electricity of our life, we call Spirit.

So many images and ideas does this concept spark in everyone who discusses it, I will simply wave the white flag and admit to
defeat in pinning down the term! Let us agree on this: Spirit is the Other, the manifestation of the spiritual, the energetic, the divine- it is
really up to you! But we can say it is beyond static definition, it is the mysterious and mystical part of our universe and us. It is within and
behind and throughout all we are and do and perceive. Whatever your faith (or non-faith!) the fact is, you, as a human being, are more than
your body, heart and mind. I have alluded to a Self, others say Sour or Atman or Higher Self. Some preferring non-religious or spiritual
language use terms like Energy or Orgone.

Whatever we call it, however we face it and deal with it, it is what has been the core focus of ‘Banishing’ for centuries.

The theory was simple and still is: If Spirit infuses our universe, then when something evil or wrong or harmful manifests, it can
be eliminated (Banished) by removing the spiritual basis or source of that fault. I have been using the symbolism of this world view
throughout the book by using the term for one of these personified evil spirits in reference to any concept or thing to be banished: demon.

You have the luxury of NOT believing in actual evil spirits, demons, elementals, forces and so on, feel free to merely thing of
them as symbols of something else. Buddhists would remind us that ‘all is generated from the mind’ and that therefore all ‘demons’ are
internal problems to be dealt with by detaching from them. Why? Because they are not real, do not exist and so are merely illusions
generated from the mind and so can be banished.

Maybe true, maybe not, this is a Big Question. Yet in the end, it doesn’t matter! For the sake of our quest in this book, using
Banishing as a practical and useful tool to make your life better, the ‘reality’ of these ‘demons’ is neither here nor there.

The fact is, perception or real thing, you have issues and stuff and emotions and problems that you want to BANISH! If these
things or ‘demons’ seem to be of a real that is of the physical, emotional or mental or if it seems beyond these areas, then Spiritual
Banishing is called for.

It may also be that your view of a particular situation is Spiritual in nature, even if it deals with, for example, physical problems.
Again, a spiritual banishing is useful, no matter what the ‘symptom’ might be.
 Ritual, rites, ceremonies and other forms of Spiritual Banishing bypass the conscious mind and the Ego; they bypass our view of
the physical body and circumvent emotional states. Spiritual focus, understanding and Banishing thus literally can work wonders because it
SUPERCEEDS all other sorts of banishing, if you BELIEVE. Belief is thus key, and focused belief, a combination of Love and True Will,
can move mountains.

Ritual has been defined as the acting out of myth, thus the symbolic creation or recreation of a spiritual event that is mirrored in
the physical world of phenomena. Therapy can be considered a form or ritual as can playing a baseball game or massage. Any set of actions
that is luminous, that is, has a spiritual or transcendent basis, can be an effective banishing ritual.

This is the skillful active using of Spirit to accomplish real results, sometimes called ‘magic’ (or magick) as Perdurabo said:

“Magick is the art of causing change to occur in conformity with Will”

One could argue that all conscious AND unconscious sets of actions that cause a desired reaction is magic! Thus spiritual
Banishing can be defined as any ritual action that removes or gets rid of something in your life or in your reality through INDIRECT
(spiritual, energetic,) means. This can mean, as you will see, everything from prayers to spells and chants to dances and invocations. The
wide panorama of global spirituality is rich with thousands of ways people have Banished what is wrong or harmful or evil. This chapter
will give a general overview of types of Spiritual Banishing and then give a number of specific techniques that have been adapted for your
use here and now.

First, we must look at WHAT we are banishing spiritually, what sorts of things require or call for Spiritual ritual work to ban
them or drive them away? They can be categorized into three types:

1. Malignant or harmful beings of a supernatural sort. Every culture believes in demons, devils, imps, elementals, sprites, and
dark spirits that cause harm or problems. They may be truly evil, like traditional demons that cause sickness or steal kids, or
they may be simply alien and enjoy causing mischief and trickery like dark elves, Japanese Oni and the like. In any event,
they are seen as entities with a specific character and existence, personified with a spirit-form. Often they are Banished by
invoking a higher power, by threatening them or by somehow tricking or diverting them away from causing harm

2. Ghosts or the dead. For many eons, in many cultures, the line between ancestor spirits and deities has been blurred. The
amazingly popular Goddess Kwan Yin, found in temples all over Asia, was said to have been originally a young woman
who attained enlightenment and became a goddess. Then there are the unhappy or even evil dead, those that seek to cause
problems or even curse or kill the living. Fear and banishing of the dead, of ghosts and of the ‘pollution’ of death makes up a
large part of global folklore! Virtually every culture has ways of banishing those who have died but refuse to leave. They
include freeing ‘trapped’ souls, blasting the evil shades away or appeasing them in such a way as to divert their attention
from the living. There are also a number of ways to banish the PALL or ENERGY of Death itself.

3. Negative spiritual or psychic energy. Some places are seen as just bad, emanating evil energy, often due to a past tragic
history. Other forms of negative energy originate from people ‘cursing’ other people, casting the ‘evil eye’ or even just
directing venomous anger at them, maybe using a voodoo doll, maybe using email! Yet another kind of Negative energy
(Negative Chi) can come from negative actions, like bad karma, or from simply being ‘out of sync’ with the universe. This is
perceived as bad luck or bad vibes. People who are ill or who have holes in their aura, psychic vampires and the like, are
also generators of negative spiritual energy. Banishing this sort of energy can be seen more as deflecting, averting, sweeping
away or cleansing. Often calling for a specific type of banishing called ‘purification’ it also takes thousands of forms

A SURVEY OF WORLDWIDE SPIRITUAL BANISHING

Spiritual banishing may be the first and foremost ritual activity created by mankind. In the ancient world, and even today if one
looks below the surface a bit, all ‘luck’ is seen as divine blessing and ‘bad luck’ is seen as a spiritual pall. Note how people say ‘God hates
me!’ or ‘the universe is not with me today’ when things are going badly. People often refer to themselves as ‘cursed’ or ‘hexed’ when a
number of inexplicable bad things happen to them. In fact, most people, if you really talk to them, strongly believe in a spiritual basis for
much of what happens in their lives, but they often do not feel that they can control such a lofty energetic reality.

In fact, all banishing is spiritual or energetic. Simply believing that things have shifted, that ‘negative energy’ or ‘bad luck’ has
been swept away changes a person’s whole life. We use phrases like ‘a black cloud has lifted’ when we speak of this removal of bad luck,
vibes or energy. Our problem as a modern society is that, except for a few very religious people, we have consigned the idea of spiritual
banishing to that of folklore or superstition. In doing so, we have removed our power over our spiritual health and well being in many ways,
assuming that we do not have any sort of control over those ‘black clouds’ that shadow our lives at times. In fact, many cultures around the
world did and still do offer techniques, rituals and practices for taking control in this arena and spiritually sweeping those bad vibes, blues
and negative energies away! I have seen such things first hand and experienced them as well, the work!

Banishing, to reiterate, means, in a spiritual sense, the elimination of unwanted thoughts, energies, spirits, spiritual pollution or
bad luck. The idea is to clear the air (maybe literally!), clear the ground, and clear the launching pad! This can be simple to do, as it is in
Japan, where before a person enters a Shinto shrine he or she washes the hands and rinses the mouth from a fountain provided for this
before going through the Torii or gate that marks the beginning of the sacred space. The act of banishing can also be far more complex.
Some Native American rites demand days of fasting and purification in sweat lodges.

The type of need or situation helps to determine what kind of banishing is to be used. A Zulu clan initiation, for example, marking
a child's coming of age, will probably involve a complex and intense banishing. And purification. A prayer for good business at a Hindu
Shiva shrine, however, will probably involve a simple and easy banishing. When thinking on spiritual banishing, we need to meditate
before hand on 'how deep' we are going to go. If this involves a significant life-change, something radical and powerful a very intense and
thorough banishing should be designed and strictly followed through with. If, on the other hand, the situation is less intense, say, a simple
healing, then that banishing need not be so intense. Each situation, indeed, requires a different degree of cleanliness and concentration.

When we discuss ritual banishing, a set of actions that will spiritually "purify" the place, person or persons involved, we should
understand that the real and important activity going on is a clearing of the inner self on all levels. With all this in mind, lets take a quick
look at some ways spiritual or ritual banishing is done in other countries:

Let me once again use the handy concept of the 5 elements within which to present a variety of methods and modes of spiritual
banishings used by Shamans, magicians and priests of all faiths and religions.

Air;

Many forms of smoke and incense have been used throughout the ages, both to banish an area of malignant energies or beings
and as offerings to the Gods or Spirits. It is hard to think of a single church, temple or sacred shrine that does not have a form of incense
burning in it. Many Native Americans, especially those from the Plains, use wild sage wrapped into smudge-sticks to drive away evil. The
"Peace pipe" used by Native Americans is well known as part of folklore, but the purifying and ritual importance of this ceremony is rarely
examined. In this rite the pipe is extended to the four quarters of the World and thus the participants and area are made clean as well as
offerings given to the Great Spirit.

The Mayans used herbs and copal when clearing a temple of negative beings. Tibetans use a special mixture of herbs and resins
as well as pine boughs to banish demons and wandering ghosts, as well as for offerings. The Catholic and various Orthodox churches use
their own sacred blends of resins, frankincense and Myrrh being two of the most famous. Those religions that seem to retain the "Spirit" in
their traditions all seem to use incense or smoke.

And there are still more ways to banish using the element of air; Some traditions use fans. In Shinto a wand of paper streamers
and rice straw is waved above the space or people to be banished, Tibetans use prayer flags and bells while in other Asian faiths, Taoism for
example, a sacred fan with Spiritual symbols on it is waved about to purify an area. Various forms of breathing, exhaling, rhythmic or,
"dragon power" breathing are also used. Think of Yoga ‘prana yama’.

The Kwakiutl or Bella Bella Native Americans of the Northwest use ceremonial whistles to banish unwanted spirits and other
whistles to call the Spirit desired, be it the Cannibal Raven or Wild Woman of the Woods Dzonqua. Each whistle is keyed to each function;
each tone or note summons or banishes certain things. The possibilities of tonal banishing are limitless, as some modern musical Shamans
are well aware. The Hopi and other tribes use a variety of substances to banish and purify that are all air born. Corn pollen is very important
and sacred in that it is literally the life-essence of that which keeps the tribes alive. Plains and Central Native Americans use Eagle down
and a number of other feathers and feather products in a variety of ways to purify. The Sacred Bird which brings blessings and removes
uncleanness, problems or evil, is an amazingly prolific myth around the world and is thus ritually utilized in many cultures in the form of
bird fetishes (feathers, down, talons) or imagery.

Many cultures use wind-swept places such as mesas, cliffs and mountaintops as Sacred Spaces. The wind is the instrument of
purification and is often recognized and invoked as such. Many cultures throw various powders to ritually swirl and purify people and
places. In India during the Holi festival, colored sandalwood powders are constantly being tossed and blown about, mixed with the sacred
mantras and shouts. In many different cultures the final purification of a person who has died, the final release of that person from this
world, is in the form of ashes scattered into the wind. Indira Ghandi found her final release as her ashes were tossed into the winds out of a
helicopter over Mount Everest.

Then there are the pole divers of the Vaanatu tribe in central Africa who use a unique and very effective method of ritually
purifying with air. They climb very tall structures and, after looping a very resilient vine about their ankles, leap. They plummet headfirst
until the vine brings them up only a few feet short of the ground and they bounce up and down until they settle. What a rush that must be! A
truly cleansing experience and one that is now available to all. Bunjy jumping is now a popular sport where people leap off of bridges using
modern rubber and plastic ropes instead of vines.

Or maybe something tamer but also exhilarating is more up your alley. Swings have been used ritually for purification for
thousands of years. In Indian mythology Krishna and Radha are often pictured on a swing and all over India there are festivals and rites
dedicated to these two that use swings. In Bangkok, Thailand, up until 30 or so years ago, there was a huge swing-festival of purification
dedicated to Shiva. This must have come out of India centuries ago, thus attesting to its ancient origins. Swings have often been used in the
West as well. Sometimes known as "Witches Cradles", certain swings are kinds of early sensory deprivation tools. In many Shamanic
traditions, before initiation or illumination, the Shaman-to-be must be hung from a tree, or dangle from poles on a Sacred Lodge (as in the
Sun Wheel ceremony of the Plains Indians) or hang from a tree upside down as in the Odinic mysteries of the Norse. All of these methods
of personal purification and banishing use the imagery of air and wind to open the psyche, 'blow away' the debris and unwanted ideas and
conditioning. Thus the mind and soul are left as clean as a wind-blown cliff.

Australian Tribal people use bullroarers to purify an area, call spirits and communicate with each other. The bullroarer is a
magickal piece of wood (usually) tied onto a string. This is whirled overhead, creating a sacred space of wind and sound that truly sounds
like the voice of elementals. Many Pagan peoples wave sacred tree branches to purify an area or people. This ancient rite, combined with
heat and water, is today in Scandinavia called a Sauna, amongst Native Americans it is known as a sweat lodge. The tree spirits and the
wind that speaks through their swinging boughs affect the initial cleansing. Inuit peoples (called Eskimos by many) toss people in a blanket
as high as they can to cast off the bad and bring in the good. This is also a very ancient ritual that has probably left us the trampoline today!

There are many other examples of air-oriented banishing I can discuss, but I’ll leave this to the reader. Any and all of these
methods are usable NOW with a little Imagination.
Fire!

In India, amidst the loud chanting and throbbing music of a festival, dozens of people sway back and forth in ecstatic trance as the
flames die down, suddenly they walk forward across the burning coals, some dance and others pick coals up and put them on their tongues.
Their flesh is not burned and there is no pain.
In Japan, near New Years Day, a group of Buddhist monks in white robes chant the Lotus Sutra and bang gongs repeatedly,
suddenly several of them pick up burning sticks and begin to rub them all over their bodies, some of them place these brands in the their
mouths. There is no pain; there are no wounds.

Rites similar to these occur all over the world; currently fire walking has become popular even in Western countries. Many who
go to these seminars may not be conscious of the ancient ritualistic purposes of this rite but, in short, it is spiritual banishing.

Fire, the source of light, the origin in a million ways of civilization, is maybe the most powerful and potent purifying force. Even
in cultures that do not have fire-walking rites use fire as a direct source of banishing and purification. In countries of Celtic and
Scandinavian traditions the "Need-fires" or great sacred bonfires are kindled on mountaintops at the sacred festivals. Often people leap
over the fires at the peak of ritual excitement. This scary and potent leap purifies the spirit and banishes all bad luck. In cultures where
cremation is the norm, fire has a whole new meaning and significance. It frees the spirit or soul, it removes dross and reduces matter to its
essentials. In fact, burning a thing leaves nothing but the salts and carbon associated with Earth, a potent mystical idea in and of itself.

In alchemy the sacred fire used in the Work was called the Alkahest, this was not just seen as the tool for chemical and industrial
development that it later became. It was also the spiritual Will, the passion and power of the human and divine essence that transmutation
made possible. And so it is still seen in many cultures and rituals and fire always activates deep and powerful awe within us. The ancient
Hebrews called this primordial universal fire "Qadosh" and the Vikings called it Muspelheim. Fire is, in fact, what protected us from "the
Great Beast" always lurking outside the circle of light at night, whether it was the wolf, saber-tooth tiger, bear or lion. Volcanoes, those
meetings of fire and earth, are always sacred; people climb them, bathe in their fumes and sacrifice to them.

One common form of purification witnessed in thousands of places is the symbolic burning of prayers, sins and desires in the
sacred fire. In Japan a paper doll is rubbed over the body to absorb evil and then it is burnt with prayers. In Tibet branches and butter
images are burnt as offerings and to banish evil. In many cultures the New Year is marked by thorough cleaning and elimination of old
things, amulets, charms and other things in a sacred fire.

Fire is often considered the essence of all things, as Hereclitus said; "All is fire". Many philosophers agree and, if we consider
fire the outward symbol of all energy, so do modern scientists. Kundulini, as Shakti or power when activated, is said to bathe the aspirant in
the purifying fire of consciousness. Simply visualizing the aura a light causes the temperature to rise and the blood to flow quicker.

Candles, fires, lamps and torches have always been an important part of almost every Spiritual ritual. Mystics and others peer into
the fire to see the future or to commune with spirits and gods. Chinese create noise and flame to drive off evil spirits and banish misfortune
with firecrackers and rockets! These were/are magickal tools. Birthday candles point to another ancient form of banishing evil, this has
come to us today as an extinguishing of "old age" but it once was potent banishing and wishing.

Since E=Mc2, energy and matter can never be destroyed; only transformed from one into the other. Thus the flame is
extinguished and really is transformed....so it is "gone" from this perception and takes our wish/prayer/sin with it.

Candles, lamps and fires are lit in many rituals for an even simpler reason, the sacred light, just by its existence, banishes the
dark, the realm of shadows. Nothing does this better than the sun. The sun may be the source of all energy and all purification, but most
cultures have indeed seen fire as the "little sun" or "the son of the sun.”

Burning herbs like sage, bundles of cedar bark, sacred lamps of oil, candles with runes carved into them and combustible images
all of these and more are traditionally used to banish or purify an area or a person Spiritually.

The Vajra wand of Tibet symbolizes lightning which possibly was the origin of all fire millennium ago, the fire from heaven.
Any sudden burst of neuro-energy is referred to as "lightening" in many traditions. The simple banishing in Tantrika striking the palm of
the left hand, often accompanied by the power-mantra PHAT!, is called "the lightning bolt” and is very effective. Fire is motion, action,
dance; the leap of the flames finds echoes in many sacred dances, which purify, charge and banish the mundane.

Often the simple presence of fire is enough to cleanse or banish an area for ritual work; the imagination is aflame with
possibilities!

And what of Water?

Almost all religious and spiritual traditions use water in one way or another as a purifying medium. As Tibetan monks prepare for
a puja (ritual of devotion) to Tara or Mahakala, they pour water from a silver vessel, suck it into their mouths and, after swishing it around,
spit it out, often with mantra.

In Japan every Shinto shrine has a water trough with sacred emblems on and over it. Before entering the shrine one must take a
dipper of the water and wash the fingers of both hands and, as in Tibet, also clean out the mouth before proceeding.

As deep meditation and chanting continue in an ashram in India, the Guru walks about the people and, using a beautiful peacock
feather fan-wand, performs "shaktipat" and sprinkles/purifies the people. Om Namah Shivaya!

A Greek Orthodox priest, chanting sacred prayers takes an apergillum from the altar and sprinkles holy water over the sacred area
and altar before the ritual proper commences. A simple sprinkling of water, or a light washing of hands and mouth; these ritual clensings
are often practical and brief substitutions for the most common method of banishing with liquid; ritual submersion in water.
 The Zen monk sits under the icy waterfall for two days, washing away attachment.

A thousand miles away hundreds of people are chanting to Shiva and immersing themselves in the Ganges River whose blessing,
they believe can wash away sin and attachment.

A black Baptist preacher submerges the girl in a river, baptizing her, cleansing her of sin and bringing her into the faith.

A Cherokee Indian, 3 days into his fast, stands in a stream washing away the veil between himself and his vision.

In New Zealand the Maori tribesmen have just finished the three days of funeral vigil for a member who has recently died.
Several of them go to the deceased man's home and sprinkle every corner with water while chanting in Maori. In this way the
contamination of death is dispelled.

The Orthodox Jew sprinkles sacred herbs into a bath of hot water while chanting a Hebrew prayer. He will bath in this before
doing his ritual while a tantrik magician half a world away is doing almost the same thing, except the herb he is using is Tulsi and the chant
is "Aim."

As the shaman, priest or magician of each culture bathes, whether it is in a sacred African river or in a candle-lit bathtub, the
process of banishing by bathing is similar. The medium is seen not just as water but as sacred water. This is accomplished by either it
already having been accepted as sacred (i.e.; the Ganges) or being made sacred with herbs, oils, salts, minerals, a sacred object, mantras,
prayers and so on. Other practices such as gestures (mudra) may also be used. Emerging from the bath, clean clothes are often put on and
the bather is renewed, clean and free of negative energy.

Why is this bathing ritual so prevalent? We can see it in Africa, Asia, Europe, North and South America; in short, wherever water
is plentiful enough to use for such a purpose! Possibly it is because we are created in the water of the womb. Genetic memory, via the ever-
handy group unconscious mind, tells us that we came from the primal ocean. We are, of course, over 75% water ourselves and the constant
need to replenish that personal supply is a key factor in human life. In almost all creation and destruction myths, water plays an important
part.

Water from the sky has always been seen as sacred, not to mention important for raising the crops that kept the people alive. Rain
was seen in many ways, as the sacred sexual fluid coming from the mating sky-Father and Earth Mother (or visa versa in the case of
Egyptian mythology) and rainstorms always heralded a change in weather, attitude, tension and emotions.

There are many other liquids that are used for banishing or purification besides water.

Blood, both menstrual and otherwise have been used for thousands of years to bless, purify and charge an area for ritual work. In
Santeria ceremonies a chicken or other animal is sacrificed and the blood sprinkled over an area or person to remove negative energies. In
Bali almost the same rite is done for similar reasons and blood spilled during numerous rites of passage, from African medicine huts to
North American medicine circles, is thought to cleanse the body, soul and spirit while preparing the initiate for the transformation of
initiatory experience. One has but to go no further than the local Catholic Church to see a Spiritual ceremony where the Blood of God is
manifested and given to others.

Blood is the life, as many sacred texts say. Blood contains the DNA and projects monumental amounts of orgone instantly. We
are a part of the Earth (Gaia) and patterned after her in form. Many myths say that the rivers and oceans of the Earth are Gaia's blood and
thus all sacred water, being Gaia's blood, connects deeply with the constant use of blood in rituals all over the world.

This author does not advocate animal sacrifice or self-mutilation, though those practices have been and are still being practiced
today as modes of banishing by very powerful ritualists. It is merely a deep and constant theme that runs through ritual history again and
again and thus we must take it into account.

Other liquids that have been used for banishing and purification are sperm, vegetative saps and juices, various oils, saliva and
even urine! In Kenya the Masai bathe newborn children in cow urine ritually. Though this seems vile to many, it actually has a highly
antiseptic quality and is quite beneficial.

Oils combine the qualities of air in their scents and water in their form. They are used by many different sects and traditions, each
wearing his or her oil is best. These oils often served the dual purpose of ritually purifying the area or the person as well as being practical.
Many kept the ritualist warm or ‘banished’ insects away. Sap is the essence or spirit of the pine tree and rose oil is indeed the essence of the
rose. Thus we identify with and, in a sense, become these other living beings in order to remove ourselves momentarily from the mundane
sphere and become clean and purified of it's entanglements. The animal or plant "spirits," (and notice the word "spirits"!) are conjured by
the sacred menstrum of their essence, and thus purify us in order that we may live free of negativity.

Returning to the concept of "spirits," wine, beer and liquor are also seen as the blood of the grain or grape ("John Barleycorn" or
"Bacchus" respectively), with a Spiritual transformative element added; fermentation! Needless to say these liquids have been used for
centuries to banish melancholy, inspire the Muse, wash the blues away and drown troubles! Banishing by the Water Element in one of its
most pervasive forms!

Earth;

Sacred places are Earth -oriented in nature; sacred springs, grottos, woods, mountains, caves etc. Thus it is not surprising that
ritual practices connected with the Earth and things symbolizing the awesome powers of the Earth are commonly used in banishing and
purification.

To begin with, certain places imbued with Earth-power have been visited since the dawn of time by people looking for
purification, healing or blessings. Mount Kailash in India, The Kuala Lampur Caves, Mount Arat in the Middle East, The Grand Canyon
and Mount Fuji in Japan; all of these and many other sacred Earth "powerspots" are even today inundated with people looking to spiritually
banish or purify aspects of their lives.

Here we have the origin of the pilgrimage. Yet this ceremony need not lead one to the actual place, often a symbol will do. In
Japan there is a ceremony every year near Tokyo where the participants walk down an isle of piles of sand, thus they symbolically make the
difficult pilgrimage to dozens of sacred Temples without going very far. Simply having a representation of Mt. Meru in the form of the Shri
Yantra (visualized or made in the form of a 3D Yantra) invokes the purifying force of this sacred mountain. In certain forms of Taoist
meditation the seated self is visualized as the Mountain and, when the identification is intense enough, this banishes unwanted thoughts and
creates stillness. For a key to this Yoga read the I CHING hexagram "Mountain over Mountain."

Mountains can rarely be moved, but stones can and people have been moving and using them ritually since man began using
rituals. Circles like Stonehenge, the Sacred Wheel in America, the sacred stones in Machu Picchu, Peru, or the stones in Palanque, Mexico,
are a few examples. Smaller sacred henges, lings, menhirs, altars etc. have been made and are even today being made by shamans,
magicians and priests all over the world. Then there are the more personal uses of stones. In Tibet or Nepal if you climb the sacred hills and
mountains you will find piles of stones with prayer flags fluttering from them here and there. One traditionally takes a stone and places it on
the pile as one passes. Thus you symbolically "leave behind" a part of yourself, maybe something you don't need to "carry," and also leave
an offering to the spirits. The stuff of Mother Earth is sacred to most peoples, it is the flesh and bones of the Great Spirit.

Hopi use blessed colored sand to demarcate the sacred area and purify it. Then the artistic miracle of the sand painting occurs.
Often people who are sick or in need of cleansing are placed on the sand painting. The "mud people" of Papua New Guinea plaster colored
earth on their faces and in their hair as a banishing of negative energy before ritual action. In Tibet huge and complex Mandalas are created
with colored sand as part of a long and intense ritual that is to purify and bless all the people in the area. Then other "flesh" of earth, plants
and minerals, are rolled and charged as sacred "precarious" pills, to banish evil, remove negative Karma and even heal physical complaints.
The Hopi and Navaho use corn meal in similar ways, blue, white, yellow and red forms are all natural and all used.

In the Middle East and parts of India a person who is suffering under great grief or under the weight of a great sin often touches
the earth, sometimes with his or her head and may cast dirt over his or her head and body. In India and ancient European cultures people
often cover themselves with "sack cloth and ashes," or just ashes. Covering the self with ashes is actually common to many cultures,
Shaivite aesthetics and others in India banish unwanted ideas and egoic attachments by becoming identified with cremated people, that is,
by rubbing them all over the body, attachments to life are symbolically removed. By scattering sacred earth over oneself or a given area
problems and guilt are "earthed" and thus removed. Such a primal and unconscious act!

Within the earth have always been found special Earth symbols that have been used throughout time to banish and manipulate
energies. In Neolithic pit burials, along with ocher and bones have been found "special" stones, especially precious and semiprecious
stones. In this time of crystal-mania the real and fascinating shamanic history of the sacred uses of crystals and other "power" stones is
often overlooked or misrepresented. Needless to say, they are some of mans earliest sacred objects and were (and are) used in many cultures
to ceremonially banish and purify people and areas. Double-terminated crystals have been found in burials and in sacred places
from Scandinavia to Peru, In Nepal and the surrounding area the "Vajra" or thunderbolt wand was originally patterned on the double-
terminated crystal. The same is true in ancient Norse Shamanism. The "wish fulfilling gem" of ancient Indian Tantrik mythology can not
only banish all evil, but also grant all wishes. Stones found with natural holes in them have been considered sacred and purifying in many
cultures such as the Celtic. Australian Aboriginal peoples have many sacred inscribed stones that contain such power that for the
uninitiated to look upon them is death. Simply bringing these stones into a given area makes them sacred.

We could go on but my stone-weary readers get the idea and I'm sure can think of other examples of Earth banishing rituals. If
you spill some salt, don't forget to toss some over your shoulder! (A simple earth-oriented banishing with roots in far antiquity.)

In Shinto shrines, branches of bamboo are attached to the Torii or gates to purify the shrine and people who enter it.

Kwakiutl Indians in British Columbia always tie rings of fresh cedar bark around their arms and necks before the Winter
Ceremonial.

The Yule tree, a traditional Earth blessing stolen by the Christians from Pagan Norse religion, is a prime example of tree-worship
and bringing the Earth Spirit into the dwelling to bless, banish and empower it. Then the Yule log is burned a symbol of removing the
clutter of the old year and cleansing the tribe for a new start at the New Year.

In China certain "singing stones" are powerful Spirit tools that produce banishing sound and energy when struck, sometimes
sheets of inscribed jade are used in this way.

Many forms of Earth-power are used for cleansing and creating Spirit spaces. Chalk is often used as is sand, pollen, rice, flour
and many other substances. In Haiti veves or sacred diagrams are traced in the dirt floor of the Temple to banish the area and prepare it for
the visit of the Loa or presiding spirit.

Of course one could go endlessly on, chatting about carvings, stone animal temple guardians, rune stones cast or thrown, rune
staves driven into certain places etc. Needless to say the possibilities are limited only by the imagination and the materials of the Earth that
are produced and offered by Nature.

Spirit;

The realm of the spirits, the Astral Plane, Nirvana, Prakriti, Heaven, "the beyond-place," Celestial Sphere, Quantum Universe, in-
between, Spiritual Sphere, Ain Soph, Tao, KI, electro-magnetic spectrum, Inner mind or "spirit world;" whatever one wishes to see as the
menstrum or "sphere" of energetic working, this is the reality of spirit. Everyone who does specific spiritual practices to banish is looking
to cause effect in the mundane world, but they are using intangibles such as Will, Love and Imagination to cause these things to happen.
 And why not? The banishing or purification of Spirit is the inner work of all that has been previously discussed. The "Greater
Mind" must concentrate and, on a very deep level, transform the outward ritual actions into meaningful Spiritual actions with deep
reverberating symbolic power. Easier said than done! The Purification of the Spirit is, in fact, the Great Work; the focusing on intent, on
the aspects that are to be banished, on these things that must be "removed" from our reality or sphere before other serious work can be
done. There are endless ways to do this but, as we have seen from our quick tour of banishing around the world. In essence, the process of
spiritually banishing anything is simple.
The key to any spiritual banishing, whether using ritual techniques or practices that manipulate Air, Earth, Fire or Water, is the
intent or Will of the person doing the banishing. And simply using Will or focused real intent is not enough unless it is backed up with
Love. Love of self, Love of others Love of the state you wish to be in and Love of the world in which we live.
By accepting our situation, willing to banish something spiritually, it is through an act of love combined with this spiritual focus that we
can banish or change anything. Faith really does move or even banish mountains!

"Hieroglyphica Naturae" (acrylic on panel) by Patrick Larabee

 Report on the Founding of the Budapest Nexus of the Horus-Maat Lodge
by Saddie LaMort

The air filled with anticipation at the Witchcraft Museum of Budapest, on the 20th of July, 2013 as we
gathered for the first official meeting of the Budapest Nexus. When I joined the Horus-Maat Lodge, I started
translating texts to understand them better, and with a hope to get some people interested, but it outgrew all
my hopes and expectations.

First it was just a cyber thing, a couple of people doing the NU Moon rite. Then as Hungary was so much
lacking the magickal power, we saw the need to double the rite, doing a special working at Full Moons to
bring the country up to speed. Our Hungarian language Facebook group grew, and is now 35 strong (31, plus
four esteemed non-Hungarian speaking guests).

Anita, the owner of the Museum was kind, as always. When we explained to her our intentions, she
generously gave access to the ritual / lecture room for our purposes. One by one people arrived - all with the
intention to join in ritual, to reaffirm their alignment with the Double Current and to found a core group in the
heart of Hungary. Many people could not make it, although they were there in heart - they are eagerly awaiting
the next possibility to join in with us.

The Altar was set up in a simple, and intentionally chaotic way - a candle, incense, a bell, a mirror and the ritual feathers of people were
arranged on top, with the Vulture Feather of the Nexus at the centre. We begun with a chat - established that we are equal and none is to
claim leadership, shared our experiences with Maat Magick and the 11*, and talked about possibilities for a future that looks really bright.

We then drew the outline of the ritual, went through certain postures and concepts for the benefit of less experienced members, then
entered the ritual.

The Spacemark Banishings cleard our way. The room was crackling with power as we danced in the circle, each coming into the
Constellation by sheer force of Will, holding hands. We raised energy with the chant "ABRAHADABRA IPSOS N'ATON" (for which we
would like to express our gratitudes to Aion), consulting Ma'at by Nema's most powerful Feather Rite, then went into the Full Moon
section.

As we closed the veil after the ceremony, we all felt a sense of renewed resolve. The Double Current is now firmly established in the
ancient land of Pannonia.
"The Tree of Life" by Patrick Larabee
Rudra Principle
by Paul Hardacre
“Slowly, slowly, I drew her hand towards
my lips, stripping from it the white, fragrant
glove, hearing as I did so the catching of her
breath. Then, half crazed with love, I
pressed my teeth into the ball of her little
thumb.”
– Gustav Meyrink, The Golem
“For him the priest and the warrior are but
food, and death is the condiment.
Who knows when he will come?”
– Katha Upanisad 2.25
made of gamebooks hands he clings
& falls below the SS trundle lost he
melts the ark a wall or ‘river of blood’
outside all hips with wings & drinking
horses / tears from a conch or just born
weeping pampered clutching of air his
robot fear & voice of early keyboards
star-sponge! rips her bra & hair now golden
(elemental collection failure) fruit he steals
& itself he bridges rain with fronds &
rips again & smells like death her bra & skin
the mixture strove to swamp the surge or
fall hermetic / wand or rose & light (brother-
hood of meat the ginger noise the life of sun
& fish flakes from 2000 (massive darkside
comes to rest as risingson cipher for (lies)
mohammed / tail as fan he rests in ocean
arrows earth & sea her curve her cosmic egg
in halves (totality, female imps) &
something
about ogresses: overrated ‘eaters of raw
flesh’
Hieros Gamos
by Paul Hardacre
“Heaven above, Heaven below
Stars above, Stars below
All that is above, Also is below
Grasp this, And rejoice.”
– Athanasius Kircher,
Prodromus coptus sive aegyptiacus
“Cover your heads and throw the bones
of your mother behind you.”
– Zeus to Deucalion
and Pyrrha, after the flood
red earth taste of young or nascent gold
& death into the world the tree he cried
the yellow river fruits & flowers in her
skirt & bones the rising source of sighs
against the night the cold star rays & ages
dark its rays are dark & formed of blood
she stored her maw-like womb she clawed
the sky & nothing to the east no moon or
poisoned milk & all was water wide & had
no shores or birds the fire is secret equal to
creepers
dons the crawling lion in her hand a sun &
then her eyes she feeds the stone her hair or
hidden beauty in the caverns in the after-
darkness light a kind of metal earth she
quickens many-eyed & royal red to black-
ness sick with love the art of not-hot fire
a crest of fish fins occult dryness from the
edge the shape of egg whose shell was
night
Including a Beautiful Pyramid
by Paul Hardacre
including a beautiful pyramid
“Inside, room succeeded room, each as glacial
as the last, each carved in granite and
surmounted by a vaulted roof, not unlike the
hold of a boat; from these rooms, by means of
spiral stairways, one could go up or down into
another identical set of chambers linked by a
network of cellar passageways in which
deep nooks and crannies, the purpose of which
was lost in the mists of time, had been hewn.”
– Joris-Karl Huysmans, Là-Bas
“Visit the Interior of the Earth, purify it, and
you’ll find the hidden stone (Visita Interiora
Terrae, Rectificandoque, Invenies Occultum
Lapidem).”
– Emblem of Vitriol
artificial tree he fed by fire & gold
when ripe the citrine wood or skin
of lions dread he beats the air with
wings & sweats the grave its eggs a
red a saffron ashen black & white his
milky food a hill with club & clouds
a blackened dog or heart & ringed by
stone the greatest joy a brute he split
in half this chaos has six keys her neck
a gold-set diamond clawed her face a
beast unlike the moon her sublime arch
of pubis to the west when she was near &
dark in colour mossy road or cave of peach
all intertwined & winding round her breasts
in crooked knots of sticks & reeds & striped
with mud she craved the dung & bones the
well of sky was green & stretched the yawn of
sun his trunk of snow or ermine-coated frost:
a layered horn compacted soot of pumice-flesh
Under the Shadow of Bright Wings
by Shade Oroboros
I stand at the helm
of the ship of the Sun,
I hold the steering oar
guiding the journey of day and night.
I am the Hand of Ra,
I am the Eye of Horus,
I am born from the lotus
of infinite time.
I am Amon the brilliance of the dawn,
I am the Heart of the Sun.
I rise in the form of a Lion,
I am the Light that creates all life.
I am the High One of noon,
the Hawk-lord soaring.
I rise above all, I am Shu,
the holy breath of the wind.
At the dusk I am Atum,
the Ram, the Complete One;
I enter the darkness under the world,
sailing womb-waters of infinite space.
In the night I am Khephra Scarab-beetle,
I journey with the primal Ogdoad
in the form of frogs and snakes,
the gods who renew the world.
I swim in Chaos
and the coils of the Serpent,
I am the Child born every day
in cycles of Eternity.
I arise with the Sun,
I change with the Moon,
I dance with the Stars
I sleep in Space.
I am born eternally,
I can never die;
I am the rhythm of songs,
I am the Child of all gods.
I sail on the all-giving River
above the skies,
I am guided by Thoth
and his wisdom.
I stand at the helm
of the ship of the Sun,
In my hand I hold the steering oar
guiding the journey of life and death.
Edfu Temple, Egypt
Oct. 31, 2012
Claws of Time (The Sphinx)
by Shade Oroboros
Great Cat of the Gods,
Most Excellent One,
Ancient Sphinx,
I stand between your paws of stone
a toy for your delight!
Eternal Feline,
the gods fear Time,
but Time fears your sharp claws.
Tribes and cities pass away
watched by your dreaming emerald eyes,
kings and palaces turn to dust
while you cat-nap away the centuries,
snoozing away the aeons as they pass,
unwinding them like a ball of yarn...
Ancient Egypt
by Shade Oroboros
Silence, then opening.
Words begin, the sacred names,
they circle into infinity
with unbegining and no ending.
The spheres: world, moon, sun,
stars, galaxies, the diamond void.
The circle is the center
of everything and nothing.
The serpent devours her tail.
Spiraling in emptiness,
nothing is ever lost.
Mystery of sand and sky, sun and shadow,
infinite time splinters history.
I stand where gods made world,
brought time, being self.
The river winds in curves
the sun moves in circles
the winds turn in cycles
around the spinning globe.
In this endless moment
I am whole
under the shadow of the ageless Sphinx.
With a Pen of Reed & Ink of Red
by Shade Oroboros
The Ibis God,
the sacred Scribe,
the mocking Ape of Thoth.
Recording angel, history,
message, art and poetry.
The pages scroll,
the tale is told,
the moment is inspiration,
the book is eternal.
Here I stand with ready hand
to hear the words of Magick.
 "Shakti Spiral." by Hermeticusnath

DANCING WITH THE SHIVA/SHAKTI ALL STARS

by Hermeticusnath

Om

And So It Was On Mount Kailasa…..

Shiva laughed

Kali folded her arms and snarled

Shiva raised an eyebrow;

"What's the matter with YOU baby?"

Kali vented

Shiva bought her something nice

Kali stomped

Shiva tickled her

Kali huffed and turned around

Stars exploded, civilizations fell

Shiva sighed

And then he got an idea

He danced

He danced like a Fool

Like the hanged man, the magus, the priest and charioteer

and the World

He danced outrageously
Hips wiggling, standing on his head, crushing evil Maya dwarves and scattering rabbits, ghosts and skeletons

he was outrageous and obscene and drunkstonedtrippin and howling barking laughing

Like a pagala nut case.

And She couldn’t help it

Kali Shakti snickered

She let a grin slip through her fingers

She laughed then, smiled and her eyes bloomed

the sun came out, the thunderclouds broke, the birds sang

and she joined him

and they boogied and waltzed and pogoed and salsaed and pirouetted

and all was destroyed and all was recreated

and the cosmos again was birthed

Stars, galaxies, comets flying

and the lovely earth and all upon it

did awake with a sigh and a leap and FUN was had

And they made passionate love and the stars fell and the humans danced and partied

and sang along

and the animals cheered and everything rocked

And later

floating upon the milky sea

in a raft of empty wine bottles and bundles of hemp

The two lay entwined

ah

and then Shakti Kali Maha Devi

Wearing that blessed Lakshmi-Gauri-Parvati visage

jumped up and said:

“Im hungry- what do you want to eat?”

And Shiva said '”EVERYTHING!”

And Lakshmi said- “Right! With everything on it, right?"

And so the Feast began…

And later, as the day came to an end- as all things do

they wondered together:

"What should we do TOMORROW?"

 "To Go" by Aion 131

Ganesha-Pula Emerald Zonule Renewal

by Hermeticusnath

* Banishing: PHAT 5x (4 directions and center)

* Bow to Ganesh: OM GAM GANIPATAYE NAMAH 3X

* Bow to the Guru/Lineage etc::

OFFERINGS TO THE GURU! GURU OM x3

OFFERINGS TO THE GODS, THE SPIRITS, THE ANCESTORS

* Circle Cast: OM MANI PADME HUM 11 x

* Circle Centered: OM NAMAH SHIVAYA 108X- Offerings to the Shivaling of ashes

* Removing all negativity: Each adept anoints 3 Centers/Gunas invoking Devi:

HRIM SHRIM KRIM PARAMESHVARI SVAHA 3x

* MAY ANY ERRORS WE MAKE IN THIS RITUAL, ANY SLIGHTS, ANY NEGATIVITY GENERATED BE AS RAIN STRIKING
THE OCEAN, DISPERSED, FORGIVEN AND FORGOTTEN- BY OUR EFFORTS MAY ALL ATTAIN THE LIGHT OM!!!

* Preliminary Invocation:

Narada Said:
*1. With head bowed let him unceasingly worship in his mind the god Vinayaka, the son of Gauri.The refuge of his devotees, for the
complete attainment of longevity, amorous desires and wealth.

OM:

2. Firstly, as the ONE WITH THE TWISTED TRUNK; Vakratundam

secondly, as the ONE WITH THE SINGLE TUSK;Ekadantam
Thirdly, as the ONE WITH THE FAWN COLORED EYES;Krsnapingaksam
forthly as the ONE WITH THE ELEPHANT'S MOUTH;Gajavaktram

3. Fifthly, as the POT-BELLIED ONE; Lambodaram

sixthly, as the MONSTEROUS ONE;Vikatam
Seventhly, as the KING OF OBSTACLES; Vighnarajam
eighthly, as the SMOKE-COLORED ONE;Dhumravarnam
4. Ninthly, as the MOON-CRESTED ONE; Bhalacandram
tenthly, as the REMOVER OF HINDERANCES; Vinayakam
Eleventhly, as the LORD OF HORDES; Ganapatim
twelthly, as the ONE WITH THE ELEPHANT'S FACE.Gajananam

Here ends, in the holy Narada-Purana, the hymn to Ganipati called 'Destroyer of Difficulties.'

* OM GAM GANIPATIYE NAMAH! 108x

* Visualization/Invocation

Om Gam Gam Gam Gam Ganeshaya Namah!

The earth appears caught in the web

of many stars
and a handful of jewel-planets
in the pattern of a 6 rayed star

And this hexagram

Cast in celestial star stuff
coalesces upon the Earth
And it becomes at the MOMENT of synergy

A Pantacle

Formed of four dimensions

Height, length, depth and Time
And it is a Yantra

And it is the Yantra of Ganesh

And the moon and Sun mate
And 2=0 and the dragon eats his tail
And there is an orange tinged eclipse darkness

A circular shadow and halo of New Aeonic fires

And it is the orange-gray skin of the awakening Ganesha
Four dimensions, four arms

Om Gam! Manifest upon the Throne of Earth!

Om Gam! Weaving planet-gems about you
Om Gam! You preside over the removing of obstacles

Old aeons and patterns

Old thinking and living

Om Gam! You break through Restrictions

As you have for aeons and aeons

Since before humans and when humanity was formed
And our bond was sealed
When the first neanderthal spear

Pierced the first mastadon

And the thundering filled the valleys
And the mountains trembled
And with the last gasp HE whispered

'I am the maker and remover of obstacles

You can partake of me
You can become anything you wish'
In the scintillating vision

The 12 names are offered as sparkling gemstones

The chants, the offerings, the orgasmic Union
And the offering of the moon tears and the heart blood and the mind forms

In the darkness
And Ganesh reveals his glory
Right hand held aloft in the mudra of the sword

The Aeonic energies of Heru that cut the slave chains

In his left hand upraised is a lotus
The image of all humans as one
Of all beings as one
Of the flowering of Groupmind and harmony
Free of fear and full of healing
The lower right hand forms the mudra of Giving
That our visions of healing and unity are granted

The last hand is raised in the mudra of dispelling fear

So that the cataclysmic shaking of the earth
As age changes to age
Is the gentle laughter of the mighty god

And offerings done, puja done, three powers extinguished

The chant merges all into the removal of obstacles
So that World Groupmind may manifest

And all is ever as it was

And all beings are Free
And all will be

Open.

* Blessing of the offerings:

OM GAM SVAHA! : Vibrated by all

The food is charged and blessed and offered to Ganesh

Arti Tray is passed around and each Partakes/invokes/offers/prays to Ganesh requesting what they Will.
When it returns to the altar- meditation and quiet chanting:

OM GAM!
VAKRATUNDAM MAHA KAYA KOTI SURYA-SAMAPRABHA
AVIGHNAM KURU ME DEVA SARVAKAYYESHU SARVADA

“O Lord Ganesh! You with a big belly and of monsterous size and power- come!
O light of a hundred thousand suns- fill us with your energy!
Always remove all obstacles to our True Will!!

Offering of all merit to the enlightenment of all beings:

HEALTH, WEALTH, PROSPERITY & LIVERATION TO ALL BEINGS!

MAY ALL BEINGS ATTAIN PEACE
THE WILL TO LOVE IS THE LAW TO LIVE

And now we relax and offer kusa to Ganesh etc.

OM NAMAH GANESHAYA ….

When done:

OM!

To see the delusion of the material world, its involvements, and its bondage, but also to understand its relative reality as a matrix for
development.

The Cosmic People have only one precept:

"Not to cause harm, loss or suffering to any other living creature beyond that of dire necessity."

To develop the powers and wisdom of the supraconscious mind; to become awake and aware; to attain freedom on all levels.
We came from God and to divinity we must return.
To establish contact with our Guardian Spirit and to live in harmony with it.
Thus we attain divine grace and guidance.

To live in accord with the natural law of Earth and Cosmos. This is the Way of Life of Cosmic People and is without frustrations and
oppressions.
Let us never forget that in our True Nature we are Divine and Immortal.

To study the Secret Sciences, to gain esoteric Knowledge and Guidance. To do the experimental work to confirm our beliefs and make all
this possible.

To be free, to live free, and maintain freedom; to live by our own Will and enjoy real happiness on all levels.

To spread our Wisdom and Work so that all worthy people may be enlightened by it and live in harmony and enjoy peace, freedom and
happiness.
This is the Magnum Opus of all Magick and Esoteric Sciences. It should be our objective, aim and Way of Life.
Thus, we should live by this Magick and when we are ready to leave this earthly life we can truly say,

"All my Life, Love, and Learning has been dedicated to the most noble cause in the world - Real Peace, Real Freedom, and Real Happiness
for all Mankind."

- From The Organon of the Magnum Opus by Shri Gurudev Dadaji Mahendranath

OM SHANTI SHIVA SHAKTI 3X

* All touch the Earth:

HEAL THE EARTH, REBIRTH 3x>

* Banish; PHAT! X5 (at 4 directions and center)

* THE WILL TO LOVE IS THE LAW TO LIVE!

"Hekate Propylaia" by Patrick Larabee,

 The Space-marks Confounded
by Soror Iris E.

This is an extremely simplified, albeit confounded version of Nema's Spacemarks, and Eightfold Banishment Ritual, abridged. It was
indeed inspired by Liber Al vel Legis, Chapter I, verse 52. It was also created with the intention of simplifying the ritual, so as the names
used in the original version would still be uttered in silence. What will be spoken aloud now becomes more relateable to those who are
completely unfamiliar with Thelema or its concept of deity, acting as an excellent introductory ceremony. In names, and in silence, is there
power. As with the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, drawing the O's, and the X's in coloured flame is one suggested visualisation,
weather pre-determining the colour of the flame beforehand, or not. I have still borrowed heavily from the physical gestures suggested by
Nema Andahadna, though these descriptions are the result of their use, and some personal adaptions, some parts of this ritual have
remained untouched from the original. Through play, and practice, this has been made customized to my use, though suggestions, and
comments on choice of alternate words are always welcome. In the name of improvisation, alteration, of course, and as always, self-
initiation.

Power to your Work.

"If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying; they are one, or saying they are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me; then
expect the direful judgments of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!"

-AL.I.52

Instructions:

X - Draw an X (sometimes, encircled with an O), envisioning this in any way your creative imagination prefers. Make the visualization of
the impression this leaves strong in your mind's eye.

Cast symbols using the wand mudra, unless otherwise inclined; Thumb between middle, and forefinger of dominant hand.

Do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law,

South: (X) In the name of Nature.

*draw the letter 'S' on its side*
Shaitan

South-East: (X) In the Name of ........

*Sign of Silence; Step forward, placing fingers to lips*
.............

East: (X) In the Name of the Force, and Fire.

*step forward, stomp with right foot, raising both arms straight out, palms flat, facing away*
Ra-Hoor-Khuit

North-East: (X) In the Name of SOMETHING.

*Step forward, stamp foot gently or loudly, touching the forehead three times with finger(s)*
Hadit

North: (X) In the Name of NOTHING.

*Raise left hand, bent at elbow, palm facing up, bringing the right hand over to it, tracing an arch, from the left to the right, finishing with
both palms open, on opposite sides*
Nuit

North-West: (X) In the name of Truth.

*Make fist of the left palm, facing upwards, bent at the elbow, open right palm, bent at elbow, bringing the center right forearm to the left
hand fist; As they are joined, the closed fist opens, and the open fist, closes; This is a very elegant movement*
Ma'at
 West: (X) In the Name of Lust, and Love.
*cups hands as a chalice, before you*
Babalon

Southwest: (X) In the name of Communication.

*Raise hands in 'Devil' gesture, with middle and ring finger closed up to the palm, the pinky, thumb and index finger pointing upwards,
arms above the head*
Aiwass

Express these forcefully, or with power, and trace the 'O' counter clockwise:

South: (OX) Begone all Elementals out of place!

East: (OX) Begone all malignant entities!
North: (OX) Begone all those who work contrary to the Magickal Current!
West: (OX) Begone all those who would interfere!

Southwest:
Facing South, whirl your tool overhead chanting thrice,
(In the name of) NATURE! (And) COMMUNICATION!
Think or say: "The Nature of Communication."
Shaitan, Aiwass

Hold your tool at your chest, pointing to the Heart Chakra, and turning deosil 360 degrees, shout, aloud or astrally: ANATHAMA!

Go back to each station, tracing not only an X, but an O encircling it. I suggest drawing the O deosil, if you intend to do any invokation
within your circle, and widdershines, if you do not want other energies or entities present. To close the banishment, call these words again,
in opposite order, also drawing the O+X. and repeating the Divine Names internally, or the revised mundane terms aloud.

Love is the Law, love under will.

(Love begets worlds.)

"This Space-Marks banishing is used by Horus/Ma'atian Magickians. Soror Andahadna (Nema) developed the Maat/Banishing to 'permit
clarity of transmission.' Later, Fr. Aossic Aiwass suggested the above space-marks arrangement for the Banishing. You trace a large 'X'
with the sword or knife point at each direction at each of the compass points, beginning at the South and working counter clockwise. What
is between the four cardinal points of the compass could very well be a source for reactivating ancient atavisms!"

- http://www.horusmaatlodge.com

*Special thanks to Fr. O.D.B., for his constructive insight.

"Meditation on the Abyss" by Soror CVIII
"Untitled (in the presence of Knight of Cups Thoth Tarot card)" by Soror CVIII
"Untitled (in the presence of The Magus Thoth Tarot card)" by Soror CVIII
by Soror CVIII, "Untitled (in the presence of The Star Thoth Tarot card)"
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"Ignite the Spark" by Patrick Larabee
Ignite the Spark Mind, Heart, Hand and Eye,
by Daniel Niehaus freaking oracular tweaks cause souls to fly.
Frequently aspected facets forked in fractal tongues witch twist and
Ignite the Spark, Bring the Fire from the Heart, Learn to create contort.
with Art. A Wizard Weaving Webs,
To cause the world to change first you must start... Forever talking in Polyrhythmic rhymes designed
To begin first breathe out all tensions of self. with intentions refined.
Empty ones selves into a bottomless pit and seal the vacuum of Sacred Sounds split
space with a kiss. Allways that flow and ebb.
Open the inner senses and listen to the voice of silence. Time and Space
All things form out of this void. divided into parts
And this is the deepest level of conscious experience, it is only to describe , map, and chart.
filled with the creative power of your imagination. A perfect connection expressed from both Mind and Heart.
So fill it with focus , for the dreams you birth into existence will
be yours to claim. Witness this
Often first we must give life to demons to understand our own As Eye resurrect an Antient Word Art.
fears and know their names. Abstracting poetic stylizations ,
One must then accept them as extensions of ones human self. to urge an Evolution of Consciousness,
And thereby bless them and transmute them into true power. to shift a start.
For in this is alchemy and transformation of Fear into Love. Expanding the known,
With Love all things are conquered and connected. Ever Again to uncover the Tomes,
An unending strength is born in the center of ones being, to Discover our Place Within this zone.
and the knowledge of Eternal Life has become an inner and outer
actuality.
As Light is shown forth to brighten external realities. Scriptures of A NU Aeon
And this is just the beginning of the journey.
The trek is infinite, The Scriptures of A Nu Aeon
and the rationality of the intellect and language will never be a will not be spoken
completely accurate map to reflect the process. by the limited linguistics of linear minds.
Take a deep breathe and don't stop the motion, Not muttered in the muddled cries
this tantra is a ritual of dance wherein the dancefloor is an of mens be-causes..
unexplored ocean. This is an Extra- Dimensional verbatium.
Its waves are the guides. A multidimensional form of language.
Your obstacles , your opportunities. We are building a neolinguistic structure.
Your rhythm to fluctuate in perfect timing with the perfection of It is multisensory and experiencable in both a
change. visual and auditory context.
Progress to better the skill of the Dancer, If one wishes to communicate with intelligent life
the speaker, whose existence is not limited to our current concept
the thinker, of physical form.
the singer, We need a new tool of communication.
the painter, A tool which is a vehicle and propels our
and the lover. consciousness into a multidimensional format.
Invite the challenges awaiting around each corner. Therefore it is comprehensive on multiple dimensions.....
Shrink not , dive deeper..

From Stardust to Stardust

Eye Manifest
Eye Manifest Create me again, even in Death i find new Life.
As AmagusTerra Wrist Oh Stardust droppings of infinities seed.
of my mind making matter. Make new this birth of words witch craft worlds.
Like Waves Watery words Splatter and sputtered. All Pangenetrix of matters atomic expression.
Inspired like Doves descending Spirit Birds. Bring not into form...
With Simplicity of Ease Eye flow windlike, From Beyond! Beyond!
and bellowed breath breeze. I invoke creative presence.
Foaming Forth from fluid mouths Woden. To fill an empty cup,
Many Mens Will mutter, to quench and drench
eroding corroded controlled Modes. the thirst of desires hunger.
Running over chalice brims
Most Masterfully Articulated drips an intoxicating brew.
Morphonetic Dialectics Decisively Life force fire burns.
dealt inform infinitely freeversed and born. A time to twist,
Dispersing intellect in directed eternal inflections. A chance for change,
Spoken in slippery sleek streaked and shiny speech spat. A flick of the wrist...
Variations of vocalizations venomous like a serpent.
With endlessly layered lattices of linguistic scripts.
Cycles of synonyms in symbols packed and stacked in synthesis.
This Depth of speech may never quit.
"Vessel" (ink and acrylic on paper) by Don Farrell

Morning Glories
Rivers overflow for joy.
Rushing fluidic trails for changes sacred sake.
To place a throne for the Son upon Highlands mounds.
A placement of clear view chosen and found.
Solid yet fluid,
anew form flown free word.
Winglike and waving feather balanced bird.
Slippery in essence,
Aetherial in presence.
Inspiration dribbles floods of unborn
potentialike extraterrestrial presents.
An infinite array of avenues for you to behold.
Sequentia of summers glories morning to be foretold.
Some Tension to Open the Gates
Pain is pressed as if a tension.
A self inflicted pressure.
A gift of reluctant reception,
A presence presented to invent.
An Inversion of perfect symmetry inserted forcefully,
and out of necessity .
Acts swiftly worded,
Airly sworded in a slashing
cleave.
To cut away at the root of instabilities.
Oh whipping world maat her matters mother.
Oh licking lascivious lady lover granting
gracious treasure,
a gift of pain for the sake of finding pleasure.
Wedged between extremities of being.
The Self is sifted its contents outpoured.
Dissolving into the fluid body of a sensatory stream.
To return on the tides of shifting sands,
an arrival beyond the shore.
Where crystal fragments glisten in gleam.
Shining in life and light,
reflecting the glory of their Centering Star King.
Oscillations and alternations
fluctuations in continuous torodialations.
Concrescent in essence,
the vortextual currents of flowing formations.
A geometry of presence.
Release me from this waking dream.
Wed me to thee to aid two to be
one.
Mended in seams.
Tattered and torn in trials of time.
Worn and weathered
in patterns of rhyme.
A fallen angel has lost its wings.
And now with but love willed the awakening children
shall climb.
Upraising themselves as warriors conquering
to claim as air born heirs,
As Morphogenetic Descendants
to the throne of self ruling Kings.
Bridging many worlds by method of synthesis.
Giving birth to a metamorphosis.
A transformative regeneration,
As I shed old skins.
As the Serpent becomes an Eagle
by virtue of experience.
Each memory shall show its innate value.
And all realizations Had shall be added
as tender to feed the fire.
To bleed the toxins in purification
gaining discernment in matters of love and desire.
Eliminating dis-tractions.
Inseminating new growths with purposefully planted actions.
To Seed the future realities by the perfection of consistency
and simplicity.
In Openess to all energetic beneficence,
abundant forever as infinite possibility.
Invocation of Now
In the Beginning of this Journey
A i wass a Riter,
A Righter scripting the ritual of Life with A Pen as Mighty as A
Sword.
Animating with my Imagination conformed into the stratum of
Prophecy in Action.
Then i submerged into the Dream i had awakened with my Will
dancing it into Being and Echoing
it with Truths of deed.
Now i was a Lover taking pleasure in the joining of the Dream made
reality,
sensously coalescing with the essence of the Goddess in multifarious
forms of Beauty incarnate.
Nuit blessed me with gifts for my Fortuna as a sign of our Union.
As Isis she gave me Children so i could learn to Father and to teach
me to Father my own Creations.
Again i am the maker the medium and the message.
A spawn to shine Her glory through the purposeful reconnection of
the scattered pieces.
To collect the sparks into a cauldron for the processing of
transformation.
To urge the sleepers with the motive of initiation.
I AM ALWAYS A LOVER AND A HERMIT ,
A reflector of the Creatrix her seven heads to be upraised in praise ,
her descent is no more,
Kundalini arise and open the gates to the Heavens door.
Behold the glory of the stars in the hearts of humanity,
the proof of eternal connection ,
the endless surfing of the information always twirling about the
Event Horizon.
Endless Nameless Glory of Forever more.
To Go Seeking to progress through a synthesis of combined understandings.
Amalgumating the antient and the present with the preconception
I am the dance cognitized.
the ritual of Love,
all fear and doubt run in the sight of Love, Versing versions not yet known to ears or eyes.
all distraction, Thereby spawning innumerable children of astral animaati.
Love. Birthing order announcing through truth of word and deed inacted as
Love. one.
Love. Balancing left and right,
Love. death and life,
there is not but Love in All, moon and sun.
the Truth of all connection and the power of Immortality of the There is no direction here for all is none.
Collective Human Soul, Complete and resolute,
Is Love. forever a work of Art left unfinished.
There is nothing that can harm or come in the way of the total focus The Artist cannot sign his or her name
of Love in the Heart of Ones Being. for he/she is the work of Art its not self,
For in this is the Power of All to Remember and forever free and changing.
the Power to Go, Aside from all attachments to any particular particle.
Love.

Ode to Lady Justice

RE-EVOLVE
Justice reaps her rewards
Returning to revolution, with a severing sword.
evolving progressions of future forms now freed. Taking to balance,
Saturns sickle slicing time constraints. while giving weight
Dissolving matters bonds by force of assimilation to bring forth equal measure.
through adaptations to the currents of change. Equilibriating the constant
Draw out your daemons from the shadowy depths interchange of information.
and make love to them. To keep structure
Dancing the dream of Death. and to preserve the perfect
Make the inanimate symmetrees of Nature.
animate by dis-covering the hidden.
To know the unknown. Once I Thoth,
Draw deep in breath taught thought,
and hold the steady gaze. my pen most mighty among Men.
Defocus the mind Now I wield only the Memory
and unpeal the lense of conditioned belief structures. of my Muse to inspire my
Create new conditions mind in revelery.
by way of a contortionists sweeping hands. A i was
Ever altering the stagnant states within the flow. a rebel even against my own Beauty of Being.
There are no solids only temporary terms I had tarnished my most sacred and pure dreams.
and trials of forevers formless face. Just so I could have a foe or a goal to achieve.
Forever born the unborn all ways fits into place. A Crown to Claim,
A Country to Conquer.
Plutonian entropies bear new life through decompositions All without Reason,
of pastly tensed composures. but out of ignorance.
The musick of what was then now in a compost heap, Now I know
recycling itself into the fluid spiral, it was for the sake of learning.
giving fresh nutrients to feed the sounds of a future universe. And now I have gained something unexpected.
Uranian vibrations shattering open craniums. Understanding and Wisdom,
Cerebellums swelled with psychical storms as the smoke clears
striving for something more. I have clarity of vision.
To stir the elders from their sleeping slumber.
May this potion be my pyromancy, I will Love,
to torch the wooden idols with Wotans burning eye. I will Strength,
Drilling new avenues into your subconscious to build I will Compassion,
yet uncharted neuropathways. I will Beauty,
To clear away the clutter left over from the antient of days. I will Reason,
The Ancient Daze now no longer washed over with illusions glaze. I find Truth within
To find ye a new voice in a futuristic phase. after the storm.
To deconstruct the worn out compasses of intellects delusive de-vice. For I have gained knowledge of my purpose and place.
Giving forth a clean slate of unmarked phrasologies. I will Harmony and create Balance.
Non-linear logistics leapt into view. I will direct and perform poetically with graceful action.
Envisioning neopsychic tools, I will Life into form,
technoshamanic techniques I will Live Forever energetically dancing endlessly.
designed to unglue limitations of previous magickal interpretations. For I am Existence itself.
We expand for the sake of stretching out our potential forms
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 Further Notes on the Elevenstar Working
by Frater P.V.N./Alobar Greywalker

Note: This article written by Frater P.V.N. (now known as Alobar) in 1983 references the beginning time of the on-going work known as
the Elevenstar.)

The main bulk of the Eleven Star Working has been dictated and the work of earthing the idea has already began. The thrones are awaiting
those who are ready to fulfil the office of the Gods.

Lest there be any confussion, let me state once again that the thrones are not to be filled by persons, but by Gods. An individual or a group
of individuals does not fill a particular station or throne. An individual or group of individuals will come to the Eleven Star with a specific
task for which he/she/they have been preparing for thousands of incarnations. That task is the earthing of a particular magickal current,
which, although it has been operative in an occult manner over the millenia, has never before been manifested by individual who have had
the understanding to comprehend the vast scope of the overall plan.

Before an individual or group of individuals can activate any of the Thrones, they must take responsibility for all of their many many lives
& direct their various incarnations in such a way as to influence all of them in occult ways so that their past experiences in all of these lives
will be suffieient for the task at hand that of waking up.

Waking up is the taking of responsibility of one's own life, both in the present & throughout all of time.

When one is sufficiently-awake, one perceives the common thread in all of ones lives as a magickal linkage which transcends time &
space. In effect, one becomes aware of what he/she perceives to be the ONE real magickal Order. By definition of past experience one sees
this Order as having profound occult influence on the lives & cultures of peoples around the world & in every conceivable moment of time.
This stage of being half-awake is a very dangerous time. Because one perceives the common thread throughout ones own incarnations does
not make it historically accurate for anyone else.

By waking further, one perceives that (for all intents & purposes) that ones own very magickal past has led one to the position of being the
head of The Order. Megalomania & the founding of vast conquering empires often result from an individual gaining access to such vast
personal power.
 It is here that the Eleven Star becomes crucial. Every Star in creation ad is the head of a very specific magickal Order. By waking-up, one
gains access to ones own magickal path & the accumulated power of innumerable incarnations. Such persons are candidates for the Eleven
Star.

But being the head of one's own personal magickal Order is not enough. Each of the persons who are candidates for the Eleven Star are
very very imbalanced. The only way that they could have come so far (leaving the rest of the race far behind) is through gross
overspecialization. Each of the candidates has the very specific Keys to unlock the True God-head in all of the others, but not in him or her-
self. The imbalanced individual cannot have access to the key to his or her own Godhead for the temptation to use that key before balance is
achieved would be far too great.

One achieves Godhead (& thereby the ability to fill one of the thrones) by going to each of the other candidates & becoming an initiate in
their personal magickal Order. In return for this, you must then initiate the initiator, so that the power shared by both of you is doubled.
When sufficient mutual initiations have occured, powerzones will form & the task of a particular Throne will become obvious. This is a
time of Terror & Nightmare, for the sleeper does not want to wake fully, for to wake fully means taking full responsibility for all that is
wrong with the world. At this stage, those who have passed through it will guide (by force g & violence if need be!) to confront the sleeper
with his or her particular task & will rub his or her nose in it until the sleeper either gives up all thought of magick, or is born as a godling.

Many are called but few are chosen. All Stars are indeed equal, but for the purpose at hand (the Eleven Star) inequalities must be
exadurated in order that the candidates may more easily learn from each other.

The working knowledge/tasks/grade-papers of each of the candidates is important to all. It will not be possible to do all of the tasks
outlined in the various grades in a single lifetime. Each candidate & godling must choose carefully. To avoid a task because it is 'not in my
area' is a serious mistake. The candidates & godlings are not permitted the luxury of overspecialization any longer. There are great areas of
underdevelopment which must be cured or the candidate will perish. If there is a particular key to godhead which you fear greatly, or which
you dismiss as being unimportant, it is probably the very task neccessary for your development. Avoid the tasks which evoke no strong
emotion in you, taking upon yourself only those tasks which evoke hatred, fear, love, trust, or any other strong emotion. If you are truely
able to be compleatly honest with yourself (as few candidates or godlings can be expected to be) then proceed according to will. At all other
times, listen to advice of the other candidates. When advice is sought, it must not be ignored simply because it goes against your grain or is
contrary with what you believe. The act of asking for advice binds you to undertake the tasks of the grade imposed by the God who has
spoken through the candidate or godling.

Such tasks may be in the form of a daily practice over a period of brief time (say 3 months), or may be a one-time initiatory ceremony
involving ritual, drugs, or sex (or any combination thereof).

In certain rare instances one must accept long term guidance from another candidate which involves a series of initiations inter-penetrated
with a series of practices. Such long term guidance is a severe test of the egoic discipline of both the master & the chela & is therefore a
potent key to Godhead & also (if done awry) a potent tool for weeding-out the unfit. If such a long-term guidance fails, both the guru &
chela feel the consequences & are weakened thereby. But no matter how badly it goes, all is not lost, for others have the key to thy total
recovery.

Copyright © 1983 Frater PVN

 A Thelemic Negative Confession
by Nemus Irradiatusnath

This Thelemic Negative Confession draws from Spell number 125 of The Papyrus of Ani: more commonly known as The Egyptian Book
of the Dead.

Traditionally, the spirits of the deceased, having entered The Hall of the Two Maats, made their negative confession before an assembly
of forty-two gods and goddesses who judged the truth of each deed proclaimed.

The usual sources tell us that the negative confessions of the deceased were a declaration of purity and readiness for Initiation into the
afterlife. Other opinions suggest however that the forty-two lines of The Negative Confession comprise a potent magical spell to be uttered
not just in the afterlife but in the earthly life as well. And with this point of view in mind, I’ve often wondered what a Negative Confession
might look like in the Aeon of Horus. What would be different? What would remain intrinsically true to the original content and form of
Spell number 125? Would the tense of these passages change with the procession of equinoxes?

I share here, only a preliminary exploration of what this Spell might look like for a Thelemic magickian. Here, I have chosen to maintain
a traditional structure of 42 lines uttered in past tense. The content almost exclusively paraphrases verses from Liber Al vel Legis.

And so we “paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!” once again.

I did not neglect the worship of the Khabs.

I did not lose the key of the rituals.

Nor did I reveal the secret word I was given.

I bound nothing.

I made no difference between any one thing & any other thing.

I spoke not of Thee as One but as None.

I spoke not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!

I did not avoid the ordeals of knowledge.

I did not in one letter change this book.

I have refused not my wife when she willed.

I did not unite what is not divided for love’s sake.

I had no right but to do thy will.

I never failed to take my fill and will of love.

I did not confound the space marks.

Nor did I mistake love and love, serpent & dove.

I did not forget that all the sorrows are but as shadows.

I was never outcast or unfit.

I thought not, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die.

I committed no folly against self.

There is no God where I am.

I did not make a great miss.

I did not fall into the pit of Because.

I did not perish with the dogs of reason.

I did not ask Power why.

I had no dread hereafter.

 I was not of the slaves that perished.

I veiled not my vices in virtuous words.

I fell not in swoon of the excellent kisses.

I was not animal.

The Stele did not fade in my Kiblah.

I deemed not too eagerly to catch the promises.

I feared not to undergo the curses.

I knew not this meaning all. I feared not at all.

I feared neither men nor Fates, Nor gods, nor anything.

Money I feared not, nor laughter of the folk folly

Nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth did I fear.

I spared not (I was upon them).

(The ordeals) I refused none.

I argued not; I converted not; and I talked not overmuch.

I turned not back for any.

I did not seek after this, nor did I fall from it.

I knew no law beyond do what thou wilt.

fin.