Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Crown

I've been feeling my Chakra Crown swirl for several weeks now, I've informed myself that it means I'm progressing spiritually or consciously which is nice. At first it was only when I was doing meditation, a ritual or reading about consciousness, today it has started to swirl seemingly randomly. Before my re-engaging in spiritual practice I only felt my third eye swirl sometimes and that was always at seemingly completely random times. I found this epic related song, pay attention to the lyrics.

People of the world wherever you be
Welcome to Cosmic YOUniversity
Where life is the journey and love is the trip
And the study of them will make you hip

Illuminatus! Excerpt: Didn't seem to do much for the Nazis did it?

"The devil?" Father James Augustine Muldoon repeated. "Well, that's a very complicated story. Do you want me to go all the way back to Gnosticism?"
Saul, listening on the extension phone, nodded a vigorous affirmative.
"Go as far back as you have to," Barney said. "This is a complicated matter we're trying to untangle here."
"OK, I'll try to remember you're not in my theology class at Fordham and keep this as brief as I can."The priest's voice faded, then came back— probably he was shifting the phone as he got out of bed and moved to a chair, Saul guessed.
"There were many approaches to Gnosticism," the voice went on in a moment, "all of them centered on gnosis—direct experience of God— as distinguished from mere knowledge about God. The search for gnosis, or illumination as it was ometimes called, took many odd forms, some of them probably similar to Oriental yogas and some of them using the very same drugs that modern rebels against the slow path of orthodox religion have rediscovered. Naturally, with such a variety of paths to gnosis, different pilots would land at different ports, each insisting he had found the real New Jerusalem. Mystics are all a bit funny in the head anyway," the priest added cynically, "which is why
the church locks them all up in mental hospitals and euphemistically calls these institutions monasteries. But I digress.
"What you're interested in, I guess, is Cainism and Manicheanisra. The former regarded Cain as a specially holy figure because he was the first murderer. You have to be a mystic yourself to understand that kind of logic. The notion was that, by bringing murder into the world, Cain created an opportunity for people to renounce murder. But, then, other Cainites went further— paradox always seems to breed more paradox and heresy creates more heresy— and ended up glorifying murder, along with all the other sins. The credo was that you should commit every sin possible, just to give yourself a chance to win a really difficult redemption after repenting. Also, it gave God a
chance to be especially generous when He forgave you. Related ideas popped up in Tantric Buddhism about the same time, and it's a great historical mystery which group of lunatics, East or West, was influencing the other. Does any of this help you so far?"

"A bit," Barney said.
"About this gnosis," Saul asked, "is it the orthodox theological position that the illuminations or visions were actually coming from the Devil and not from God?"
"Yes. That's where Manicheanism enters the picture," Father Muldoon said. "The Manicheans made exactly the same charge against the orthodox church. According to their way of looking at it, the God of orthodox Christianity and orthodox Judaism, was the Devil. The god they contacted through their own peculiar rites was the real god. This, of course, is still the teaching of Satanists today."
"And," Saul asked, begining to intuit what the answer would be, "what has all this to do with atomic energy?"
"With atomic energy? Nothing at all. . .at least, nothing that I can see. . . ."
"Why is Satan called the light-bringer?" Saul plunged on, convinced he was on the right track.
"The Manicheans reject the physical universe," the priest said slowly. "They say that the true god, their god, would never lower himself to mess around with matter. The God who created the world-our God, Jehovah— they call panurgia, which has the connotations of a kind of blind, stupid blundering force rather than a truly intelligent being. The realm which their god inhabits is pure spirit of pure light. Hence, he is called the light-bringer, and this universe is always called the realm of darkness. But they didn't know about atomic energy in those days— did they?" The last sentence had started as a statement and ended as a question.
"That's what I'm wondering," Saul said. "Atomic power releases a lot of light, doesn't it? And it sure would immanentize the Eschaton if enough atomic power was unleashed at once, wouldn't it?"
"Fernando Poo!" the priest exclaimed. "Is this connected with Fernando Poo?"
"I'm beginning to think so," Saul said. "I'm also beginning to think we've stayed in one place a long time, using a phone that is almost certainly tapped. We better get moving. Thanks, Father."
"You're quite welcome, although I'm sure I don't know what you're getting at," the priest said. "If you think Satanists control the United States government a few priests would agree with you, especially the Berrigan brothers, but I don't see how this can be a police matter. Does the New York Police Department now maintain a bureau of holy inquisitions?"
"Don't mind him," Barney said softly. "He's very cynical about dogma, like most clergymen these days."
"I heard that," the priest said. "I may be cynical but I really don't think Satanism is a joking matter. And your friend's theory is very plausible, in its way. After all, the Satanist's motive in infiltrating the church, in the old days, was to disgrace the institution thought to represent God on earth. Now that the United States government makes the same claim, well. That may be a joke or a paradox on my part, but it's the way their minds work, too. I am a professional cynic —a theologian must be, these days, if he isn't going to seem a total fool to young people with their skeptical minds— but I'm orthodox, or downright reactionary, about the Inquisitions. I've read all the rationalist historians, of course, and there was certainly an element of hysteria in the church in those days, but, still, Satanism is not any less frightening than cancer or plague. It is totally inimical to human life and, in fact, to all
life. The church had good reasons to be afraid of it. Just as people who are old enough to remember have good reasons to be panicky at any hint of a revival of Hitlerism."
Saul thought of the cryptic, evasive phrases in Eliphas Levy: "the monstrous gnosis of Manes . . . the cultus of material fire. . . ." And, nearly ten years ago, the hippies gathered at the Pentagon, hanging flowers on the M.P.'s rifles, chanting "Out, demon, out!" . . . Hiroshima ... the White Light of the Void. . . .

"Wait," Saul said. "Is there more to it than just ideas about killing? Isn't killing a mystical experience to the Satanists?" "Of course," the priest replied. "That's the whole point— they want gnosis, personal experience, not dogma, which is somebody else's word. Rationalists are always attacking dogma for causing fanaticism, but the worst fanatics start from gnosis. Modern psychologists are just beginning to understand some of this. You know how people in explosive group-therapy sessions talk about sudden bursts of energy occurring in the whole group at once? One can get the same effect with dancing and drum-beating; that's what is called a 'primitive' religion. Use drugs, nowadays, and
you're a hippie. Do it with sex, and you're a witch, or one of the Knights Templar. Mass participation in an animal sacrifice has the same effect. Human sacrifice has been used in many religions, including the Aztec cult everybody has heard about, as well as in Satanism. Modern psychologists say that the force released is Freud's libidinal energy. Mystics call it prajna or the Astral Light. Whatever it is, human sacrifice seems to release more of it than sex or drugs or dancing or drum-beating or any less violent method and mass human sacrifice unleashes a ton of it. Now do you understand why I fear Satanism and half apologize for the Inquisition?"
"Yes," Saul said absently, "and I'm beginning to share your fear. ..." A song he hated was pounding inside his skull: Wenn das Judenblut vom Messer spritz. . .

He realized that he was holding the phone and seeing scenes forty years ago in another country. He jerked himself back to attention as Muldoon thanked his brother again and hung up. Saul raised his eyes and the two detectives exchanged glances of mutual dread. After a long pause, Muldoon said, "We can't trust anybody with this. We can hardly even trust each other."

Before Saul could answer the phone rang. It was Danny Pricefixer at headquarters. "Bad news. There was only one girl in research at Confrontation named Pat. Patricia Walsh to be exact, and—"
"I know," Saul said wearily, "she's disappeared, too." 
"What are you going to do now? The FBI is still raising hell and demanding to know where you two are and the Commissioner is having the shits, the fits, and the blind staggers."
'Tell them," Saul said succinctly "that we've disappeared." He hung up carefully and began stuffing the memos back into the box.
"What now?" Muldoon asked.
"We go underground. And we stick to this until we crack it or it kills us."

The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels written by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.

"A professor is a policeman of the intellect."

"A professor is a policeman of the intellect." 
 Hagbard Celine
Illuminatus! Trilogy

The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels written by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Illuminatus! The excerpts continue! Hail Eris!

Simon, in fact, had what can only be called a funky education. I mean, man, when your parents are both anarchists the Chicago public school system is going to do your head absolutely no good at all. Feature me in a 1956 classroom with Eisenhower's Moby Dick face on one wall and Nixon's Captain
Ahab glare on the other, and in between, standing in front of the inevitable American rag, Miss Doris Day or her older sister telling the class to take home a leaflet explaining to their parents why it's important for them to vote. 
"My parents don't vote," I say. 
"Well, this leaflet will explain to them why they should," she tells me with the real authentic Doris Day sunshine and Kansas cornball smile. It's early in the term and she hasn't heard about me from the last-semester teacher. 
"I really don't think so," I say politely. "They don't think it makes any difference whether Eisenhower or Stevenson is in the White House. They say the orders will still come from Wall Street." 
It's like a thundercloud. All the sunshine goes away. They never prepared her for this in the school where they turn out all these Doris Day replicas. The wisdom of the Fathers is being questioned. She opens her mouth and closes it and opens and closes it and finally takes such a deep breath that every boy in the room (we're all on the cusp of puberty) gets a hard-on from watching her breasts heave up
and slide down again. I mean, they're all praying (except me, I'm an atheist, of course) that they won't get called on to stand up; if it wouldn't attract attention, they'd be clubbing their dicks down with their geography books. "That's the wonderful thing about this country," she finally gets out, "even people with opinions like that can say what they want without going to jail." 
"You must be nuts," I say. "My dad's been in and out of jail so many times they should put in a special revolving door just for him: My mom, too. You oughta go out with subversive leaflets in this town and see what happens." 
Then, of course, after school, a gang of patriots, with the odds around seven-to-one, beat the shit out of me and make me kiss their red-white-and-blue totem. It's no better at home. Mom's an anarcho-pacifist, Tolstoy and all that, and she wants me to say I didn't fight back. Dad's a Wobbly and wants to be sure that I hurt some of them at least as bad as they hurt me. After they yell at me for a half hour, they yell at each other for two. Bakunin said this and Kropotkin said that and Gandhi said the other and Martin Luther King is the savior of America and Martin Luther King is a bloody fool selling his people an opium Utopia and all that jive. Go down to Wobbly Hall or Solidarity Bookstore and you'll still hear the same debate, doubled, redoubled, in spades, and vulnerable.

(While the most obscure, seemingly trivial part of the whole puzzle appeared in a department store in
Houston. It was a sign that said: 

This replaced an earlier sign that had hung on the main showroom wall for many years, saying only 
The change, although small, had subtle repercussions. The store catered only to the very wealthy,
and this clientele did not object to being told that they could not smoke. The fire hazard, after all, was obvious. On the other hand, that bit about spitting was somehow a touch offensive; they most certainly were not the sort of people who would spit on somebody's floor-or, at least, none of them had done such a thing at any time since about one month or at most one year after they became wealthy. Yes, the sign was definitely bad diplomacy. 
Resentment festered. Sales fell off. And membership in the Houston branch of God's Lightning increased. Wealthy, powerful membership. 
(The odd thing was that the Management had nothing at all to do with the sign.)

[Sorry for the initial formatting, but blogger editing and copy pasting from PDF is a pain in the 3rd eye :p]

The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels written by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. 

Titans of Yoga

Ringos Bank

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Zen Monk Banter

Two Zen monks meet in the road. "Where are you, Brother?" asks the first.
"I'm in the place where nothing ever changes," comes the reply.
"But I thought everthing was always changing."
"Yes, that never changes either."

Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) - Chronicles of the Mind

Whoa dude.

The Symbolism of World of Warcraft

On the one hand World of Warcraft, like any other MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game), is a bottomless abyss of a time-vortex that is designed to keep players hooked, on the other hand though if you can see through the obvious ways to keep you playing continuously - people who study game-design get classes in psychology that focus on getting people as addicted as possible: leveling up characters, releasing new gear and rewards periodically, (daily) quests, weekly rewards for dungeons and raids, professions to level, 'farming' for gold, achievements, etc and sombunall MMORPG players are genuinely addicted - it's wonderful fantasy with rich storytelling and symbolism inspired by many different mythologies.

 The elements:
The elements of water, earth, air and fire are represented in many ways. In the last expansion Cataclysm the elements received their own zones and instances as well.

Earth: Deepholm aka Deephome aka The Elemental Earth Plane.
  Therazane, the Earth Mother. Seemingly inspired by the Venus of Willendorf.

Water: Vash'jir
The Sunken City of Vashj'ir is located in a complete underwater zone, a heavy nod to Atlantis. Azshara, once the proud capitol of the Night Elves was submerged after her visor's arrogant experiments with magic unleashed the demons of the Burning Legion, exploding the Well of Eternity which submerged the city and was the end of one era and the beginning of a new one.

"The water spirits were called undines. These beings were thought to be larger and more graceful than the earth spirits, with beautiful bodies and lascivious minds." Jan Fries' Visual Magick

The Naga - Serpent People of Vashj'ir

Fire: the Firelands & Mount Hyjal

Air: Uldum & Vortex Pinnacle

Deathwing: the former Earth Aspect who went mad through "whispers of the Old Gods".
As anyone might go mad by being taken over by the primitive and/or darker aspects of their consciousness or ancient invoked gods without proper banishing or such.
His minions are part of a deranged cult called the Hour of Twilight who walked around major cities in "end is nigh" mode
High Priestess Azil and 99 (3x33) cult followers kneeling in front of her.

Before the Dragon that went mad through the Old Gods, the Lich King was the main villain:
The Lich King was sent to Azeroth through the Great Dark Beyond, landing in Northrend where the ice that encased him formed into the shape of a throne, The Frozen Throne. Here, he would begin the formation of the Undead Scourge and in the process weaken the world in preparation for the Burning Legion. This new army would not fall victim to the petty infighting that had caused the orcs to fail in conquering Azeroth earlier. Sent to watch over him were the dreadlords, led by Tichondrius himself. Within the Frozen Throne, the Lich King experimented with his psychic powers and enslaved the local indigenous life forms. The plague of undeath that came from the Frozen Throne transformed each of them into his undead servants. Thus, using his psychic and necromantic powers, he was able to conquer much of Northrend. As he devoured more and more souls, he only grew in power as the individual undead under his control gave him "much needed nourishment". (Some conspiracy theorists believe the Cabal that run the world have sealed a demonic pact and have to offer a steady supply of death to feed their masters.)

Before the Lich King, the Burning Legion, an army of demons led by the fallen Titan Sargeras.
One of his Generals, Archimonde performs an act of destructive magick:
The Dark Portal, a portal between Azeroth and Outland through which the Burning Legion tried to invade Azeroth again:

One of the Burning Legions Champions (or is he): Illidan Stormrage:
Illidan sacrificed his reputation and his life to infiltrate the Burning Legion in order to save his people. I like to equate him with Aleister Crowley who sacrificed his reputation and did tons of good for humanity too (like liberating and inspiring tons of new great inspirers), just like the Dark Knight. Telling symbolism: When he infiltrated the Burning Legion, his 'master' burnt out his eyes and gave him Magical Sight instead. Illidan in the end was banished by his people because he drank from the Well of Eternity and through pouring 3 vials into a lake in Mount Hyjal started a new Well of Eternity which the people feared. In some vague way this could be some kind of reference to Crowley's Boleskine House antics at Loch Ness.

Documentary: Aleister Crowley - The Other Loch Ness Monster

The next Expansion will focus on Eastern Themes, the new class will be the Monk, and the new race the Pandaran, a laid back yin-yang brewmastering windwalking mistweaving Panda-bear!

Some class-specific symbolism
The warlock: A warlock controls several demons and can also turn into one through Metamorphosis. A warlock who wants to train new spells in the city of Stormwind, has to go to the basement of the tavern the Slaughtered Lamb to find his warlock masters.

The mage can spec either Frost (with a Water Elemental), Fire or Arcane (playing with the very fabric of time and space.) Mages and warlocks obviously use Staves, Wands, Athames, Grimoires, Magic Lamps and more!
Druids are able to shapeshift into Bears, Panthers, Owlkin/Moonkin, Trees, Jaguar or Stag (soon), Sealion or Orca (soon) and Birds. They control the element of Air (Hurricane and Typhoon), and nature energy.

A druid's Hurricane, like many other spells, is cast by placing a Magic Triangle within a Circle reticule on the floor:

Shaman use Totems of each Element and can shapeshift into a Ghost Wolf. Some noteable spells: Healing Rain, Lightning Bolt, Earthquake, summon Spirit Wolves, Earth & Fire Elemental.

A priest uses holy spells, Chakra and becomes a Guardian Spirit for a while after dying. They can heal through the talent trees Holy or Discipline, but they can also become Shadow Priests with the ability Vampiric Embrace.
Paladins are knights of the holy light, who wield holy power. Some of their spells are Consecration which emits a holy energy on the floor, or Divine Shield which is similar to the Energy Cocoon of Reiki practitioners.
A warrior in WOW uses Berserker Rage. From Jan Fries' Visual Magick: In times of war, some Fylgia would overwhelm and possess their human friends. 'Going beserk' refers to the old and honourable custom of being possessed bya Fylgia in fighting rage. In such trance-states, ordinary human consciousness would be flooded in a tide of beasdy rage and violence, leaving no space for the squeaky little ego to doubt, despair or flee. Berserkers (meaning 'in bear skins') were famed for their wildness, their 'inhuman' reflexes and their ability to endure severe wounds without noticing them.

Another excerpt of Jan Fries' Visual Magick: In the philosophy of the Greeks, starting with Empedocles (c.500-430 BCE), the world was considered as a blend of the four elements earth, water, fire and air. Quite naturally these elements had their spirits. Earth spirits were known as dwarves, gnomes, earth people and sometimes as giants. These beings were said to be the sentience of the earth, the consciousness of heavy, strong, formed and fertile matter. Some even considered the quartz crystals to be dwarves; the word 'quartz' comes from querch, which is a form of 'zwerch' or 'zwerg' meaning 'dwarf.  (Image: An Earthen Dwarf.)
The Vrykul are heavily influenced by Norse mythology.
Of course there are tons of different types of dragons in world of warcraft too.
Professions in WOW include Scribes who make Glyphs. Enchanters that can charge equipment and weapons with power. Jewelcrafters who can cut citrines and other gems. Alchemists who make potions. Tailors who make flying carpets, etc.

The old and current glyph systems.

The Symbol of the Kirin Tor.
The magocrats in WOW formed the Kirin Tor as a specialized sect that was charged with cataloging and researching every spell, artifact, and magic item known to mankind at the time. The Kirin Tor became Dalaran's (a floating city) ruling power. The Kirin Tor’s headquarters was the Violet Citadel, an impressive building so named for its stone walls which gave off a faint violet light. The ruling council, six members in all, met in the Chamber of the Air, a room with no visible walls — the gray stone floor with its central diamond symbol stood beneath an open sky that shifted and changed rapidly, as if the time sped past within the chamber.

So that's just a short overview of some of the Symbolism of World of Warcraft! I'll leave you with the infamous & hilarious South Park episode: Make love, not Warcraft.

Monday, April 9, 2012

shit new age girls say

Haha! Thanks to Jasmin.

Enigma - Sadeness

Love the Gregorian chanting! The vid has translations for the Latin & French lyrics. Here is the Original vid (no embedding).


You may have noticed I am doing a redonculous amount of reading lately, some might wonder how I'm managing this, so in an effort to motivate people to read more (I know I have times when I just am not 'able' to read when I want to.) here goes: It's not that hard! first of all, I don't read one book from start to finish and then pick up another one. I sometimes read over 5 or more books at a time. Sometimes if I finish one book - I will have read parts of tens of books alongside it. I compare reading to watching several tv series rather than a long movie, a long movie is hard to sit through as the attention span of the average individual nowadays can't handle to keep focused that long. Yet you can always pauze in watching episodes of a tv series and watch an episode of another series and then watch another one a few days or even weeks later when you feel like it. I usually try to finish a chapter, though it's no necessity. It also brings some nice synchronicities and coming together or elaborating on certain subjects when mixing books.
Sometimes the author in a book will touch on something which just doesn't interest me or serves me little at the time, and I find when I pick up the book (open the pdf again) later, I seem to have more use for the information since I have learned and read other things connected to it by now. There's no shame in skipping chapters entirely either, you can skim through 'em to see if there isn't anything interesting there to be sure. You can totally stop reading a book for a while too. For instance I stopped reading Lon Milo Duquette's book The Key To Solomon's Key cause the next chapter is about Goetic Invocation, something I am not interested or ready for in my novice Magickal career.
Speed Reading is highly recommended to invest some time to learn if you want to do a lot of reading. Now speed reading an entire book won't work that well cause the comprehension drops as the speed increases, but it will inevitably speed up your reading and whenever it gets boring or less practical or useful you can speedread (which is grouping words or half-lines without subvocalizing them) through a section or chapter fast and gain a lot of time, the time invested in learning speedreading has been more than worth it! Download EyeQ and do it everyday (DO IT) and you'll be off in no time. I think I spent a month or more practicting speedreading and never had to use a program again after it.

Jan Fries - Visual Magick

The video is someone reading a passage from the book Visual Magick. 

Jan Fries is a German freestyle Shamanic Magician and his book gives a lot of helpful pointers concerning sigils, mandalas, visualisation and lots more to do with visual magick. Together with Wicca: a guide for the solitary practitioner by Scott Cunningham, it's been quite helpful in helping me style and create my own rituals. At the moment I'm not too much into theatrics, I just find a way to optimally visualise a sigil while in some altered form of consciousness, or perform another act to represent my will. For a fast ritual, I visualise a sigil while spinning like a whirling dervish, weeee! I am working to prepare for some longer rituals though, for rituals involving Hermes, Aphrodite and lifting off to Astral Travel respectively.

It's also related, as coincidAnce would have it, to Energized Hypnosis as it also touches on language patterns and habits. You can read the full book here on scribd.

Energized Hypnosis

Energized Hypnosis is a collaboration between Christopher Hyatt and Calvin Iwema. Very fun to read as the text is very highlighted and uses NLP language patterns. I thought since I didn't get much out of the Undoing exercises I still might give this a try and didn't regret it. The book is quite short and you go through it in a breeze.

I also really enjoyed the audio hypnosis change session by Calvin Iwema which brought me quite deep (though I was already quite high from other meditations before so will see how another session goes tomorrow and let you know.) It also features a HILARIOUS mp3 of Israel Regardie's Guru Hymn to the Grinning Giggling Monkey-Faced Guru!

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Dharana Evolution

Yet another post about Dharana meditation, I've been doing this meditation near-daily (missing like 3 days the last month and a half) and while I still am not able to hold a triangle still in my mind's eye for a prolonged time, here's a tip for anyone else trying this and struggling.
Do not look at the triangle with your (closed) eye(ball)s, let your eyes rest however they may and visualise a 3D triangle hovering still in front of you. Now it will want to get away from you very fast by either disappearing or moving way to the sides, then just take control of it. Moving it yourself is considered more advanced, but you can move it anytime it acts up and then set it back into a comfortable space where you're able to keep it, for me that's hovering still just a few feet in front of my face and it's going pretty well recently.


So I've been exploring the Undoing Yourself stuff by Christopher S. Hyatt and at the risk of proving my extreme ignorance I really can't say it's doing much for me at all. Let me first say that I loved reading the book Undoing Yourself with Energized Meditation, I found the writing style hilarious at the time. Trying to re-read it however, it's a bit too grumpy for my tastes. I've got another double cd, and a dvd-cd-booklet package. Now the cd's are mostly just Hyatt bitching about the world and blowing up his own ego, almost nothing of worth is said in them and that's no exaggeration, the booklet for the first DVD, exactly the same, just mostly whining about random shit. Then we get to the DVD, now, the exercises in the original book didn't do much for me either. Since they consist of mostly pulling faces and kicking legs, I'm not too surprised. Same with the DVD, pull faces, do some stuff with your arms, roll your eyes and tongue around and say "ah" when exhaling. 

I'm sorry, I know a lot of people reading this blog will be a fan of Dr. Hyatt and I was one too when first reading his book as he was part of my favorite 'crew' (even though he disses Crowley and Leary about every chance he gets, sometimes rightly so), but I don't see much merit in his system. In one sense I'm glad that half the material is just bitching sessions instead of actually useful information and guided audio, otherwise I might still be at it. I think Hatha Yoga & Reiki will do about the same for energy blockages as this system will. I think it's not just the exercises and the few noticeable effects they cause, but also the way the man comes across on audio and video, he just seemed a grumpy old man. Just youtube him, I saw a video yesterday of him talking about his hobbies while sounding like he wanted to stab himself right there. I would have loved to see how he and Lon Duquette interacted when writing together as Lon seems such a cheery person. How can I follow a man's system to undo myself of emotional blockages, if the man who taught it seemed very emotionally blocked? He looked grumpy as hell when smiling! 

Now I only judged after one book, double cd, a cd, a booklet and a dvd. But God help me if I have to listen to another hour of his bitching. I just can't do it just to see if there's a tidbit of actually useful information somewhere in there. I'm not saying there are no effects, sure there are. But the facepulling does just about as much as the 'body armor' exercise I usually do after a Hatha Yoga session, and of course the breathing has an effect but it's just like any other breathing exercise. According to the guy undergoing some exercises on the DVD, he had a spontaneous laughing session he couldn't stop, yet for some reason it's not on film... Later after showing exercises by his girlfriend, suddenly he is supposedly trembling after an exercise yet we don't see what caused it. I'm open to any comments or thoughts about this, but after putting in many hours exploring it for the last few days (and I realize they are supposed to be done longer than that), I can't say I will be Undoing myself anymore through these means. Let me know in the comments if you have undergone the exercises and disagree or whatever thoughts you have on the matter. Maybe I just need to keep it up longer to have any effects and I just made a complete fool of myself, but I just had to share.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Illuminatus! Excerpts

These are all excerpts from the first 30 pages, brilliant!

Whatever the Illuminati were aiming at had not been accomplished. Proof: If it had, they would not still be conspiring in secret. 

Since almost everything has been tried in the course of human history, find out what hasn't been tried(at least not on a large scale)-and that will be the condition to which the Illuminati are trying to move the rest of mankind. 

Capitalism had been tried. Communism has been tried. Even Henry George's Single Tax has been tried, in Australia. Fascism, feudalism and mysticism have been tried. Anarchism has never been tried. 

Anarchism was frequently associated with assassinations. It had an appeal for freethinkers, such as Kropotkin and Bakunin, but also for religious idealists, like Tolstoy and Dorothy Day of the CatholicWorker movement. Most anarchists hoped, Joachim-like, to redistribute the wealth, but Rebecca had once told him about a classic of anarchist literature, Max Stirner's The Ego and His Own, which had been called "the Billionaire's Bible" because it stressed the advantages the rugged individualist would gain in a stateless society-and Cecil Rhodes was an adventurer before he was a banker. The Illuminati were anarchists. 

It all fit: the pieces of the puzzle slipped together smoothly. 

Saul was convinced. He was also wrong.

"That's biological-bacteriological and biological-chemical," the President explained to the Vice-President, who was frowning. "It has nothing to do with B-B guns." Turning his attention back to the military men, he asked, "What have we got specifically that will curdle Ivan's blood?" 
"Well, there's Anthrax-Leprosy-Mu. . . . It's worse than any form of anthrax. More deadly than
bubonic and anthrax and leprosy all in one lump. As a matter of fact," the General who was speaking
smiled grimly at the thought, "our evaluation suggests that "with death being so quick, the
psychological demoralization of the survivors-if there are any survivors-will be even worse than in
thermonuclear exchange with maximum 'dirty' fallout." 

"By golly," the President said. "By golly. We won't use that out in the open. My speech'll just talk
Bomb, but we'll leak it to the boys in the Kremlin that we've got this anthrax gimmick in cold
storage, too. By gosh, you just wait and see them back down." He stood up, decisive, firm, the image
he always projected on television. "I'm going to see my speech writers right now. Meanwhile,
arrange that the brain responsible for this Anthrax-Pi gets a raise. What's his name?" he asked over
his shoulder going out the door. 

"Mocenigo. Dr. Charles Mocenigo." 

"A raise for Dr. Charles Mocenigo," the President called from the hallway. 

"Mocenigo?" the Vice-President asked thoughtfully. "Is he a wop?" 

"Don't say wop," the President shouted back. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't say wop
or kike or any of those words anymore." He spoke with some asperity, since he lived daily with the dread that someday the secret tapes he kept of all" Oval Room transactions would be released to the public. He had long ago vowed that if that day ever came, the tapes would not be full of "(expletive deleted)" or "(characterization deleted)." He was harassed, but still he spoke with authority. He was, in fact, characteristic of the best type of dominant male in the world at this time. He was fifty-five years old, tough, shrewd, unburdened by the complicated ethical ambiguities which puzzle intellectuals, and had long ago decided that the world was a mean son-of-a-bitch in which only the most cunning and ruthless can survive. He was also as kind as was possible for one holding that ultra-Darwinian philosophy; and he genuinely loved children and dogs, unless they were on the site of something that had to be bombed in the National Interest. He still retained some sense of humor, despite the burdens of his almost godly office, and, although he had been impotent with his wife for nearly ten years now, he generally achieved orgasm in the mouth of a skilled prostitute within 1.5 minutes. He took amphetamine pep pills to keep going on his grueling twenty-hour day, with the result that his vision of the world was somewhat skewed in a paranoid direction, and he took tranquilizers to keep from worrying too much, with the result that his detachment sometimes bordered on the schizophrenic; but most of the time his innate shrewdness gave him a fingernail grip on reality. In short, he was much like the rulers of Russia and China.


The Presidents actual television broadcast was transmitted to the world at 10:30 P.M. EST, March 31. The Russians and Chinese were given twenty-four hours to get out of Fernando Poo or the skies over Santa Isobel would begin raining nuclear missiles: "This is darn serious," the Chief Executive said, "and America will not shirk its responsibility to the freedom-loving people of Fernando Poo!"
The broadcast concluded at 11 P.M. EST, and within two minutes people attempting to get reservations on trains, planes, busses or car pools to Canada had virtually every telephone wire in the country overloaded. 
In Moscow, where it was ten the next morning, the Premier called a conference and said crisply, "That character in Washington is a mental lunatic, and he means it. Get our men out of Fernando Poo right away, then find out who authorized sending them in there in the first place and transfer him to
be supervisor of a hydroelectric works in Outer Mongolia." 
"We don't have any men in Fernando Poo," a commissar said mournfully. 'The Americans are
imagining things again." 
"Well, how the hell can we withdraw men if we don't have them there in the first place?" the Premier
"I don't know. We've got twenty-four hours to figure that out, or-" the commissar quoted an old
Russian proverb which means, roughly, that when the polar bear excrement interferes with the fan
belts, the machinery overheats. 
"Suppose we just announce that our troops are coming out?" another commissar suggested. "They
can't say we're lying if they don't find any of our troops there afterward." 
"No, they never believe anything we say. They want to be shown," the premier said thoughtfully.
"We'll have to infiltrate some troops surreptitiously and then withdraw them with a lot of fanfare and
publicity. That should do it." 
"I'm afraid it won't end the problem," another pommissar said funereally. "Our intelligence indicates
that there are Chinese troops there. Unless Peking backs down, we're going to be caught in the
middle when the bombs start flying and-" he quoted a proverb about the man in the intersection when
two manure trucks collide. 
"Damn," the Premier said. "What the blue blazes do the Chinese want with Fernando Poo?" He was harassed, but still he spoke with authority. He was, in fact, characteristic of the best type of dominant male in the world at this time. He was fifty-five years old, tough, shrewd, unburdened by the complicated ethical ambiguities which puzzle intellectuals, and had long ago decided that the world was a mean son-of-a-bitch in which only the most cunning and ruthless can survive. He was also as kind as was possible for one holding that ultra Darwinian philosophy; and he genuinely loved children and dogs, unless they were on the site of something that had to be bombed in the National Interest. He still retained some sense of humor, despite the burdens of his almost godly office, and although he had been impotent with his wife for nearly ten years now, he generally achieved orgasm in the mouth of a skilled prostitute within 1.5 minutes. He took amphetamine pep pills to keep going on his grueling twenty-hour day, with the result that his vision of the world was somewhat skewed in a paranoid direction, and he took tranquilizers to keep from worrying too much, with the result that his detachment sometimes bordered on schizophrenia; but most of the time his innate shrewdness gave him a fingernail grip on reality. In short, he was much like the rulers of America and China.


"We'll just get our troops out of Fernando Poo," the Chairman of the Chinese Communist party said
on April 1. "A place that size isn't worth world war."

"But we don't have any troops there," an aide told him, "it's the Russians who do." 
"Oh?" the Chairman quoted a proverb to the effect that there was urine in the rosewater. "I wonder
what the hell the Russians want with Fernando Poo?" he added thoughtfully.  

He was harassed, but still he spoke with authority. He was, in fact, characteristic of the best type of
dominant male in the world at this time. He was fifty-five years old, tough, shrewd, unburdened by
the complicated ethical ambiguities which puzzle intellectuals, and had long ago decided that the
world was a mean son-of-a-bitch in which only the most cunning and ruthless can survive. He was
also as kind as was possible for one holding that ultra-Darwinian philosophy; and he genuinely loved
children and dogs, unless they were on the site of something that had to be bombed in the National
Interest. He still retained some sense of humor, despite the burdens of his almost godly office, and,
although he had been impotent with his wife for nearly ten years now, he generally achieved orgasm
in the mouth of a skilled prostitute within 1.5 minutes. He took amphetamine pep pills to keep going
on his grueling twenty-hour day, with the result that his vision of the world was somewhat skewed in
a paranoid direction, and he took tranquilizers to keep from worrying too much, with the result that
his detachment sometimes bordered on the schizophrenic; but most of the time his innate shrewdness
gave him a fingernail grip on reality. In short, he was much like the rulers of America and Russia.

Hagbard Celine's gigantic computer, FUCKUP-First Universal Cybernetic-Kinetic-Ultramicro-Programmer- was basically a rather sophisticated form of the standard self-programming algorithmic
logic machine of the time; the name was one of his whimsies. FUCKUP's real claim to uniqueness
was a programmed stochastic process whereby it could "throw" an I Ching hexagram, reading' a
random open circuit as a broken (yin) line and a random closed circuit as a full (yang) line until six
such "lines" were round. Consulting its memory banks, where the whole tradition of 1 Ching
interpretation was stored, and then cross-checking its current scannings of that day's political,
economic, meteorological, astrological, astronomical, and technological eccentricities, it would
provide a reading of the hexagram which, to Hagbard's mind, combined the best of the scientific and
occult methods for spotting oncoming trends.

The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels written by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.

Does Not Matter - Need Not Be.

"Does Not Matter - Need Not Be."
Austin O. Spare

Pentagram Sam - Da Grimston & Mist-E

Hilarious! Via Inominandum. Thanks to Lonnie!

To Whom It May Concern:

It's come to my attention
So-called "Pentagram Sam"

Just becuz you watch Buffy
And you bought a Chronicle Book about Aleister Crowley
Doesn't mean you reside on the Darkside


Pentagram Sam ain't no Pentagram Smarty
I'm spilling all yr secrets like I'm Israel Regardie
You got yr cauldron at the Halloween Superstore
You in the basement with yr older sister's Ouija board

I'm swaggin' with the Abramelin
I got fiddy demonz, gonna do wut I tell 'em
I got six sigilz on my emerald ringz
How 'bout you? you got any of them things?

You think you got yr hex on
All you got are spex on
Harry Potter, Hot Topic
Wutchu bouncin' checks on

I'm blingin' in the Golden Dawn
I'm gonna *ting ting* and then you be gone

I'm givin' crazy witch like Fairuza Balk
Scrapin' pointy bootz be the way that I walk
I got crystal ballz and my magic is black
Pentagram Sam I got my wand in yr crack

I'm spinnin' old school on my Rider decks
While you spent two ducats on those special effects
You be quakin' in yr Docs
When you hear my malediction
You think you are a warlock
But it's just a fiction
We be chillin' with the Bornless One
Not you Sam, you be out on yr bunz
You ten kinda jealous when you hear wut I chant
Step aside poser, I'm the Hierophant

Four Barrel coffee and a maple bacon donut
Rollin' fix-fix down Valencia
I own it
I'm Facebook friendz with Zeena LaVey
Pentagram Sam get outta the way

Pentagram Sam more like Pentagram Suzy
Yr Pentagram-mom's be up in my jacuzzi
We live in San Francisco in the mystical fog
You feature Pendu Disco on yr Tumblr blog

I got Satan on speed-dial
Raisin' dead freestyle
Super fancy necromancy
Do our bidding meanwhile

Makin' evil shapes in non-Euclidean geometry
My coven built a creature
Then we sent it out to haunt you

You be ridin' on that busted broom
While Mist-E breakin' into every tomb

With the Old Ones
We stand tall
Your kindercoven's
Gonna fall

Miskatonic U
Is my Alma Mater
My territory is terror
Yours is Norwich Terrier

You daydream in the Witch *what?*
I'll see you in your nightmares but
I bring the Dunwich Horror,
Can't be found in any bookstore

Cover you in gore or
phantasmatic color
My chronic is cthon...
icky ooze on your front door

To the club
Perform the right
Blackest night
No hope
Yog at the velvet ropes
I'm plus nine. You?

Dr. Herbert West
Raised a posse for the party
Even Erich Zann
Brought his moded MonoPoly

Look at me and you're petrified
Even death will die.

I'm spittin' on the Malleus Maleficarum daily-us
You only got the Cliff Notes, sacrificing plushie goats

Casting magic circles with a unicursal hexagram
Al-hazred called up Babylon, he's sendin' you a telegram

Giving you the boot like you was low-rent Shannon Doherty
The only magic potion that you drink comes in a for-ety
Yr blowing up the Myspace
Right next to yr butterface
Piper Paige Phoebe Prue
Charmed I'm sure
But now yr thru...

Friday, April 6, 2012

The Adventures of Employee Man

I can't say this applies to me in my current job, I'm surrounded by somewhat fellow minded geeks, around me I hear chatter about video games and tv shows I love instead of yapping about the weather, the news and cars like on previous jobs. What a turnaround and what a joy! And even though reality tunnels and irrelevant opinions clash around me, they are so funny to hear and at least they are about stuff I enjoy and can relate to! In my spare time spiritual exercises have made life very interesting. So while this graphic doesn't apply directly, it does serve to get myself off my ass and create self-employment in any form of NLP therapy and consciousness, I can't let what I've learned go to waste. Do it! You too!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

In Minneapolis, the world's quietest room

There was an article in a Belgian paper recently about the quitest room, an anechoic chamber - I can't even imagine how noise must sound in there. It said the longest anyone has ever been able to remain in it was 45 minutes, a reporter. Because of the sensory deprivation, people start to hallucinate quite fast. The room is used to test the resolve of Astronauts to suppress hallucinations before they are allowed to go into space. It sounds so fascinating, I would love to give it a try, I also would love to find a flotation tank once like John Lilly used.


Wicca: a guide for the solitary practitioner by Scott Cunningham

I'm reading an actual book for once instead of a pdf! I'm really liking it so far, I needed some help with rituals and think I will find some helpful pointers in here. The author makes the link of Wicca to Shamanism which I, oddly enough, never made but makes so much sense.

From the Publisher: Cunningham’s classic introduction to Wicca is about how to live life magically, spiritually, and wholly attuned with nature. It is a book of sense and common sense, not only about magick, but about religion and one of the most critical issues of today: how to achieve the much needed and wholesome relationship with our Earth. Cunningham presents Wicca as it is today: a gentle, Earth-oriented religion dedicated to the Goddess and God. Wicca also includes Scott Cunningham’s own Book of Shadows and updated appendices of periodicals and occult suppliers. 


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Dice Man

Well I just finished the Dice Man and I have to say, with very mixed feelings. I caught myself saying "well that was genius" and immediately said "really? You think that?!" Well a part of me must have! So as I was about to type I won't be carrying a die with me soon, I stood up and tried to find one from my storage room. I did not however and maybe it's for the best cause my colleagues would probably react oddly. I can however use heads or tails by just grabbing a coin out of my pocket (not flipping it) to decide between options as a catalyst to make me do (non-crazy or stupid) things I would otherwise have an issue with. (My fourth circuit is the most broken of the 8 circuits, nonetheless I'm doing great at work and I think nobody has a clue so far as I'm being very social and having lots of fun.)

I have to say, I don't understand what the freaking hell the rape and murder was necessary for in - jesus christ I just made my fridge stop buzzing by removing the power cable against an element at the rear: really?! and YAAAAAY! - necessary for in the book. I can't say the 2 have never crossed my mind but in the fleeting kind of random mind throw-up way that nobody wants to admit (I've always been way too truthful for my own good), I can say however that I have never considered either action even half-seriously. Now minor spoiler alert, so I'll be typing it in white (mouseover it) in case people are intrigued by the book but are unsure, and I have to say, it's quite a good read so here are 2 spoilers about the rape and murder in case you're not sure you wanna read it this may help (He rapes his best friend's wife who basically wanted it so it wasn't "really" rape, and the murder victim is a child molestor, so it's not that out there., however, it really really could have been). I have to say though I really enjoyed reading it, it's my first fiction book I finished in a while (I think at least, bless my memory) and I loved the writing style, you see some chapters are only a paragraph or a line long cause the die told him to do it that way. Loads of social commentary and it was worth the praise of other authors as you can tell from my mixed feelings at the start of the post. I finished the book at work, and the next one will finally be the Illuminatus Trilogy, I always got stuck halfway the first book cause I lost track of the many characters but am determined to finish it now. (I only read fictional books at work, no matter how crazy they are they are still fiction, I doubt if they find me reading an actual occult book that it would go over as well ;) Loving this new job, being able to read pdfs is awesome and gives me more time in the evening to read the many practical and theoretical books on consciousness I'm devouring at the moment.

"Joe Fineman noted that since two green dice had been found in a prominent place near the bombing of the army munitions depot in New Jersey and Senator Easterman's attack in the Senate on Dice Centers and dicepeople, there had been a sudden flood of incompetent dicetherapists creating stupid and dangerous options for dicestudents; he suggested that the FBI might be infiltrating and trying to discredit the movement. Dr. Ecstein squashed this dangerous speculation by noting that dicepeople could do perfectly all right discrediting themselves without outside help. He went on to suggest perhaps ironically that The DICELIFE Foundation issue a formal statement dissociating itself from any and all bad acts of dicepeople throughout the earth and adjoining planets - to save the trouble of having to issue a new statement 'every other day.'"

Alan Watts - What Is It To See?

I love this man.


Wish I had an equally good one about Democrats to put alongside with it.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Magickal Tools

I have obtained the first of my Magickal tools as introduced by Rodney Orpheus in his excellent book Abrahadabra, if anyone reading this is involved in ritual Magick and is wondering wether to get some of their own, I can only recommend it, it adds so much dimension to the work.

Now if I could only find my pentacle, kind of funny that the symbol of Earth is the hardest one to find on this planet for me, haha. I'm sure a synchronicity will pop soon enough.

Game of Thrones Season 2

I love this show so much, it's finally back on the air and I would just love to read the books if only I had the time, I choose to let practical books of consciousness preceed in priority at the moment, and I would prefer not to spoil the tv version!

Christopher Hyatt - "Undoing Yourself" Interview

I have acquired the Undoing Yourself DVD and CD by Christopher S. Hyatt and before trying out and adding the many exercises of this system to my current, already big routine, of consciousness practice I would love to hear some feedback from people who have been (un)doing these exercises already. Please drop a line in the comments or contact me at dedroidify at hotmail dot com. Thank you very much.

Whenever I hear/see Dr. Hyatt I always think "umadbro?", why's he so grumpy?

There are apparently a couple of chaps at who do sessions over skype. One hour will cost you a minimum of 797$, no that's not a typo, that's a batshit insane amount. I can't get an NLP client when I charge €20 or even do it for free lol... What a crazy world.

Monday, April 2, 2012 rebirth!

"Over 10 years ago, I discovered that I could save word documents as html files and upload them to my ISP user home page, and was born.  A few years ago, Joseph Matheny began hosting this site on the Alterati/Hukilau servers, and now he has converted the base site to this new platform.
With the new platform, we’ve gone through and updated all the links and content, and added a wealth of new material that has emerged over the past year or two.  Over the coming weeks, we’ll be migrating more and more of our content onto the new platform as well as restoring broken links and continuing to add and update content.   So take a look around and enjoy!"

We Are Legion: The Story of the Hacktivists - Trailer

The Final Boss of the Internet. No Leadership, like discordians they stick apart and that is their power.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Dice Man - Chapter 19

My childhood! My childhood! My God, I've now written over a hundred and ten pages and you don't even know whether I was bottle fed or breast fed! You don't know when I was first weaned and how; when I first discovered that girls don't have any weeny, how much I brooded because girls don't have any weeny, when I first decided to enjoy the fact that girls don't have any weeny. You don't know who my great-grandparents were, my grandparents; you don't even know about my mother and father? My siblings! My milieu! My socioeconomic background! My early traumas! My early joys!, The signs and portents surrounding my birth! Dear friends, you don't know any of that `David Copperfield kind of crap' (to quote Howard Hughes) which is the very essence of autobiography! Relax, my friends, I
don't intend to tell you.

Traditional autobiographers wish to help you understand how the adult was `formed.' I suppose most human beings, like clay chamber pots, are 'formed'- and are used accordingly. But I? I am born anew
at each green fall of the die, and by die-ing I eliminate my since. The past - paste, pus, piss - is all only illusory events created by a stone mask to justify an illusory stagnant present. Living flows, and the only possible justification of an autobiography is that it happened by chance to be written - like this one. Someday a higher creature will write the almost perfect and totally honest autobiography 'I live.' 
I will acknowledge, however, that I did, in fact, have a human mother. This much I admit.

Francis Barrett - The Magus trilogy

The Author of this Work respectfully informs those that are curious in the studies of Art and Nature, especially of Natural and Occult Philosophy, Chemistry, Astrology, etc., etc., that, having been indefatigable in his researches in those sublime Sciences; of which he has treated at large in this book, that he gives private instructions and lectures upon any of the above-mentioned Sciences; in the course of which he will discover many curious and rare experiments.
Those who become Students will be initiated into the choicest operations of Natural Philosophy, Natural Magic, the Cabbala, Chemistry, the Talismanic Arts, Hermetic Philosophy, Astrology, Physiognomy, etc., etc. Likewise they will acquire the knowledge of the Rites, Mysteries, Ceremonies and Principles of the ancient Philosophers, Magi, Cabbalists, and Adepts, etc.
The Purpose of this school (which will consist of no greater number than Twelve Students) being to investigate the hidden treasures of Nature; to bring the Mind to a contemplation of the Eternal Wisdom; to promote the discovery of whatever may conduce to the perfection of Man; the alleviating the miseries and calamities of this life, both in respect of ourselves and others; the study of morality and religion here, in order to secure to ourselves felicity hereafter; and, finally, the promulgation of whatever may conduce to the general happiness and welfare of mankind.

In this Work, which we have written chiefly for the information of those who are curious and indefatigable in their enquiries into occult knowledge, we have, at a vast labour and expence, both of time and charges, collected whatsoever can be deemed curious and rare, in regard to the subject of our speculations in Natural Magic--the Cabala--Celestial and Ceremonial Magic--Alchymy--and Magnetism; and have divided it into two Books, sub-divided into Parts: to which we have added a third Book, containing a biographical account of the lives of those great men who were famous and renowned for their knowledge; shewing upon whose authority this Science of Magic is founded, and upon what principles. To which we have annexed a great variety of notes, wherein we have impartially examined the probability of the existence of Magic, both of the good and bad species, in the earliest, as well as in the latter, ages of the world. We have exhibited a vast number of rare experiments in the course of this Treatise, many of which, delivered in the beginning, are founded upon the simple application of actives to passives; the others are of a higher speculation.
In our history of the lives of Philosophers, we have omitted nothing that can be called interesting or satisfactory. We have taken our historical characters from those authors most deserving of credit; we have given an outline of the various reports tradition gives of them; to which are annexed notes, drawn from the most probable appearance of truth, impartially describing their characters and actions; leaning neither to the side of those who doubt every thing, nor to them whose credulity takes in every report to be circumstantially true.

At this time, the abstruse sciences of Nature begin to be more investigated than for a century past, during which space they have been almost totally neglected; but men becoming more enlightened, they begin to consider the extraordinary effects that were wrought by ancient philosophers, in ages that were called dark. Many, therefore, have thought that time, nature, causes, and effects, being the same, with the additional improvements of mechanical and liberal arts, we may, with their knowledge of Nature, surpass them in the producing of wonderful effects; for which cause many men are
naturally impelled, without education or other advantage, to dive into the contemplation of Nature; but the study thereof being at first difficult, they have recourse to lay out a great deal of money in collecting various books: to remedy which inconvenience and expence, the Author undertook to compose THE MAGUS, presuming that his labours herein will meet with the general approbation of either the novitiate or adept: for whose use and instruction it is now published.

But to return to the subject of our Book: we have, in the First Part, fully explained what Natural Magic is; and have shewn that, by the application of actives to passives, many wonderful effects are produced that are merely natural, and done by manual operations. We have procured every thing that was valuable and scarce respecting this department of our work, which we have introduced under the title of Natural Magic; and a variety of our own experiments likewise. In the possession of this work, the laborious and diligent student will find a complete and delectable companion; so that he who has been searching for years, for this author and the other, will in this book find the marrow of them all.
But I would advise, that we do not depend too much upon our own wisdom in the understanding of these mysteries; for all earthly wisdom is foolishness in the esteem of God--I mean all the wisdom of man, which he pretends to draw from any other source than God alone.

We come next to the Second Part of our First Book, treating of the art called the Constellatory Practice, or Talismanic Magic; in which we fully demonstrate the power and efficacy of Talismans, so much talked of, and so little understood, by most men: we therefore explain, in the clearest and most intelligible, manner, how Talismans may be made, for the execution of various purposes, and by what
means, and from what source they become vivified, and are visible instruments of great and wonderful effects. We likewise shew the proper and convenient times; under what constellations and aspects of the planets they are to be formed, and the times when they are most powerful to act; and, in the next place, we have taught that our own spirit is the vehicle of celestial attraction, transferring celestial and spiritual virtue into Seals, Images, Amulets, Rings, Papers, Glasses, &c. Also, we have not forgot to give the most clear and rational illustration of sympathy and antipathy--attraction and repulsion. We have likewise proved how cures are performed by virtue of sympathetic powers and medicines--by seals, rings, and amulets, even at unlimited distances, which we have been witnesses of and are daily confirmed in the true and certain belief of. We know how to communicate with any person, and to give him intimation of our purpose, at a hundred or a thousand miles distance; but then a preparation is necessary, and the parties should have their appointed seasons and hours for that purpose; likewise, both should be of the same firm constancy of mind, and a disciple or brother in art.

And we have given methods whereby a man may receive true and certain intimation of future things (by dreams), of whatsoever his mind has before meditated upon, himself being properly disposed.
Likewise, we have recited the various methods used by the antients for the invocation of astral spirits, by circles, crystals, &c.; their forms of exorcism, incantations, orations, bonds, conjurations; and have given a general display of the instruments of their art; all of which we have collected out of the works of the most famous magicians, such as Zoroaster, Hermes, Apollonius, Simon of the Temple, Trithemius, Agrippa, Porta (the Neapolitan), Dee, Paracelsus, Roger Bacon, and a great many others; to which we have subjoined our own notes, endeavouring to point out the difference of these arts, so as to free the name of Magic from any scandalous imputation; seeing it is a word originally significative not of any evil, but of every good and laudable science, such as a man might profit by, and become both wise and happy; and the practice so far from being offensive to God or man, that the very root or ground of all magic takes its rise from the Holy Scriptures, viz. "The fear of God is the beginning of all wisdom;" and charity is the end: which fear of God is the beginning of Magic; for Magic is wisdom, and on this account the wise men were called Magi. The magicians were the first Christians; for, by their high and excellent knowledge, they knew that that Saviour which was promised, was now born man--that Christ was our Redeemer, Advocate, and Mediator; they were the first to acknowledge his glory and majesty; therefore let no one be offended at the venerable and sacred title of Magician--a title which every wise man merits while he pursues that path which Christ himself trod, viz. humility, charity, mercy, fasting, praying, &c.; for the true magician is the truest Christian, and nearest disciple of our blessed Lord, who set the example we ought to follow; for he says--"If ye have faith, &c.;" and "This kind comes not by fasting and prayer, &c.;" and "Ye shall tread upon scorpions, &c.;" and again, "Be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."--Such instructions as these are frequently named, and given in many places of the Holy Scriptures. Likewise, all the Apostles confess the power of working miracles through faith in the name of Christ Jesus, and that all wisdom is to be attained through him; for he says, "I am the light of the world!"

We have thought it adviseable, likewise, to investigate the power of numbers, their sympathy with the divine names of God; and, seemly the whole universe was created by number, weight, and measure, there is no small efficacy in numbers, because nothing more clearly represents the Divine Essence to human understanding than numbers; seeing that in all the Divine holy names there is still a conformity of numbers, so that the conclusion of this our First Book forms a complete system of mathematical magic; in which I have collected a vast number of curious seals from that famous magician Agrippa, and likewise from Paracelsus, noting them particularly, as I have found them
correspondent with true science on experiment.

The Second Book forms a complete treatise on the mysteries of the Cabala and Ceremonial Magic; by the study of which, a man (who can separate himself from material objects, by the mortification of the sensual appetite--abstinence from drunkenness, gluttony, and other bestial passions, and who lives pure and temperate, free from those actions which degenerate a man to a brute) may become a
recipient of Divine light and knowledge; by which they may foresee things to come, whether to private families, or kingdoms, or states, empires, battles, victories, &c.; and likewise be capable of doing much good to their fellow-creatures: such as the healing of all disorders, and assisting with the comforts of life the unfortunate and distressed. We have spoken largely of prophetic dreams and visions in our Cabalistic Magic, and have given the tables of the Cabala, fully set down for the information of the wise; some few most secret things being reserved by the Author for his pupils only, not to be taught by publication.

The Third Book forms a complete Magical Biography, being collected from most ancient authors, and some scarce and valuable manuscripts; and which has been. the result of much labour in acquiring. Therefore, those who wish to benefit in those studies, must shake off the drowsiness of worldly vanity, all idle levity, sloth, intemperance, and lust; so that they may be quiet, clean, pure, and free from every distraction and perturbation of mind, and worthily use the knowledge he obtains from his labours.

Therefore, my good friend, whosoever thou art, that desirest to accomplish these things, be but persuaded first to apply thyself to the ETERNAL WISDOM, entreating him to grant thee understanding, then seeking knowledge with diligence, and thou shalt never repent thy having taken so laudable a resolution, but thou shalt enjoy a secret happiness and serenity of mind, which the world can never rob thee of. Wishing thee every success imaginable in thy studies and experiments, hoping that thou wilt use the benefits that thou mayest receive to the honour of our Creator and for the
profit of thy neighbour, in which exercise thou shalt ever experience the satisfaction of doing thy duty; remember our instructions--to be silent: talk only with those worthy of thy communication--do not give pearls to swine; be friendly to all, but not familiar with all; for many are, as the Scriptures mention--wolves in sheep clothing.

Just started reading this, love the oldschool style ;)
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update: this is freaking hilarious, the first part is more like random sprinkles of insane tidbits instead of "complete system", for instance just a few animal parts to use for which talisman, lolz wtf.