Wildly overpriced merchandise of the new aeon: The Mage.
This vision was unfortunately chaotic and less structured than I would have liked. I suspect this is because I follow the idea that all planets and powers are represented in Sol, so I need to be familiar with all planets and powers. This is what I get not doing this on a monday. Note for next week I am going to just slog through the remainder, then finish out the week with visits. Come Sunday, I will have visited all the spheres, and will try again.
KC, LIRP, KC, LIRH, incense and whatnot. Don’t have a yellow candle or a yellow altar-cloth, so I picked the lightest green one I could find. I loaded up my frankincense. My frankincense is crap. Vibrated the divine name.
At first, nothing. But this time I did not sense the presence of a spirit, but distinctly saw a bronzed face. At first this was indistinct, and looked like the face on the Oscar. The face was eventually lit from below, as though a forge or furnace. The normal conversation I have with the spirit didn’t happen, so I’ll try to transcribe the vision. I felt more like I was being led around than here to chat. Attempting to use King Scale didn’t result in anything. Forgot to test the spirit. Things were so crappy trying to get into the mode it felt unmanageable. Tried vibrating several divine names. Eventually this produced an image of a greek god, but the throne faced away from me. Attempting to see the face produced an image of a face radiating power out of the eyes and mouth, it seemed to be blowing out my astral vision.
A sense of movement.
A set of the formless fire, electrical and chaotic.
I see a tower rising up from a land far below. The symbol of the sun in this realm is obvious, the tower is the dot in the middle. The tower is rock, a greek temple sits on it.
The greek temple at first was straight columns, then turned into lightning bolt columns as the rune silow. I entered the temple. The figure on the throne, facing away from me.
Attempted to use King scale to get the spirits attention. No such luck. Attempted to talk to the spirit. The spirit seemed to be everywhere now, not just in the seat. There was the sense of a strong lamp in the seat as though light everywhere, but I couldn’t see it. The chair appeared large and square, as though the lincoln memorial.
What is your smell? Frankincense.
What’s your taste? Oranges and citrus.
What do you look like? Again, a face, over a forge. Light pouring out of everything like an over exposed photograph.
What is the link so weak? Because your belly is so full. (I just ate, but having missed lunch, I should have waited).
The face changes to Odin, from Thor without the eyepatch and a tricornered hat. The light continues flashing from the forge.
At this point I’m following the script for asking for healing for four different people. Edited slightly for content.
Do you know [name]? (Once for each person). I do, as I know all things past, present, and future under the sun. (This is probably a dig at me asking for healing, but I’m the magician so I get to ask the questions. My spirits tend to be coy.)
Can you heal [name], he has [disease]? I shall. A vision of very small things moving around very quickly. It’s like a whirlwind of sand carrying an electrical charge. This is sort of weirdly beyond description. A tingly feeling. Heart Chakra is warmed.
Can you heal [name], she has [disease]? A vision of the axis mundi, filled with light. Note the spirit did not confirm nor deny they were healed. Usually a spirits put the no in non-answer. The spirits cannot disobey the divine authority, but they don’t have to affirm, either. Having compelled enochian spirits in the past, they do sometimes just opt to leave.
Can you heal [name], she and he have leukemia? It was yes for the female, it was a “we shall try” for the male. Both of them were visions of bulbous black things on top of flowing blood. Again, light follows everything, it was as though a bright light permeated the whole vision. Slides on a microscope. The black thing had three obvious oblong nodes. One of the nodes broke off and was consumed. The vision faded.
I attempted to retain the vision but again my kids started screaming and killed my concentration. Left temple open for my wife, although she also can’t scry with screaming kids and frankly I’m wondering why she’s going up to scry with the kids screaming in the first place. A very brief vision of the greek temple on my way out – I was pretty much shown the door literally. None of this “please grant me your blessings, etc”.
Temple is closed.
EDIT: I am going to call myself on bullshit here. I had a chance to reflect and have a beer and this plays way too much into my own personal history of Asatru and related imagery. Did I talk to a spirit? Sure. Does it mean I talked to Sol? Probably not. Shouldn’t the sun have its own imagery? Why doesn’t the spirit face me? Was I stupid for not testing the spirit? Yes.
Update update: just found out the guy has cancer which my wife says is black. I have no fucking idea. To quote Crowley, “I am perplexed.” Sigh.
My head feels like it’s filled with lead at the moment. Also I have this weird wet chill. I’m not wet, nor is it particularly cold in here.
The altar was covered in black, with a single black candle on it. The shewstone was in front of the black candle, the incense was myrrh. Trying to drag my wife into these things, we agreed I would prompt her when to meditate and when to intone the Holy Names (YHVH ELOHEEM).
Opened with KC, LIRP, LIRH, KC.
Had trouble opening the crown chakra, probably because it’s midday and my kids were tearing around as kids do. This rite would have been better done at night. I strongly prefer using the last planetary hour for this reason.
Tried to approach the space, the colors seemed off. I held the grey light in my mind as much as possible. Finally realized the sense of space was the space. It was a bit lonely, but that also meant there wasn’t a spirit here. The space itself was shimmering, as though an orb made of liquid metal, like mercury. Eventually I figured out this was a sphere, a giant stone sphere, made of something ethereal, and I was inside it. Again, nothing for the spirit.
I threw out the sign of Saturn, nothing. I threw out a hexagram and became aware of something barely standing to my right. The figure was skeletal, and was sort of brooding. We noticed each other about the same time. The spirit seemed largely indifferent to me.
Show yourself: The spirit stood up. Then it turned from Death into the Virgin Mary. It went back and forth like this several times. I attempted to test the spirit, the spirit seemed to test well enough by forcing a form, so I decided it was good at any.
Why are you changing form? There are many forms on your altar.
I’m looking for the angelic form. The spirit turned into Death wearing Holy Mary’s blue robes. She carried the scythe. I’m not sure if the spirit was joking or this was the best it could do given the altar. Note to self, sometimes less is more.
Where are we? We are in Saturn. A sense of a lake of mercury moving through a grey stone cave. I actually came to think it was a mausoleum.
Do you know [my friend]? Yes.
We’re going to heal him.
Changed to king scale colors for my visualization. Note that the spirit was extremely willing. Me, in crimson, and the Skeletal form in Grey hugged, merged, and the power left my phallus.
The angel returned as though it never left.
Show me this sphere. We went to a garden. The Death-Virgin turned into the proper virgin in the gardens. Willing ourselves outside the space, the was death. Willing ourselves into the garden, the was the virgin.
Where is this? This is the summerlands. As it was before, so shall it be again. For all souls come here.
What do you grow here? The spirit was amused. No food grows here, we stand in the light. A figure of a man appeared, as sunbathing, nude, from the bush. The message is that the summerlands of death are the garden of eden. Maybe. I’ve never read anyone have this view on the topic, so I am interested in people’s conversations.
Where do the unworthy dead go? I was shown a soul on a boat in the lake of mercury. The virgin is death again, the boat moves slowly. All dead make it to the summerlands, after a period of reflection on the lake.
I was running out of questions but interested enough in the spirit to want to keep up contact.
What do you taste like? A bitter taste, a rough cloth feeling. The cloth is black.
What do you… At this point my kid started crying and it absolutely destroyed my concentration. I was planning on asking about the altar, mode of contact, etc. Completely missed it.
Good luck, D.
Update: Rufus has discussed Astral Cruft in the past, the room smelled like death for a full day after before clearing. Having used frankincense and myrrh for previous working, it doesn’t smell like this.
Since I’m now doing daily adorations of the planet for whatever instance of planet is the day – Today I decided to talk to Venus. I have a pet theory that evoking the planet in a form lends an expectation to the spirit, this was absolutely intentional and seems to be working. If I called Hagith, I would expect an olympic spirit. Venus I expected The Venus.
Opened with KC, LIRP, LIRH, Sign of Water, KC. Went for a really simple altar since I didn’t know what to expect, so just one candle in a green jar, a thurible with coal, incense of rose and benzoin. I really like the benzoin.
Did the Rite of Approach and Rite of Contact from Planetary Magick. Meditated. The contact took a bit longer I think because my crown chakra took awhile to open but I got the “bump”. The crystal ball at this point had a green womans face in it, strong features, long hair, made from the reflections in the room. I meditated.
The following notes are abridged. It’s Venus. My dick could bust concrete right now.
Show me you: A woman, wearing something like a vest and a skirt. Topless, but tasteful. Long hair, strong face, sort of rounded. Somehow a motherly figure but also sexy at the same time. She could bear children, or seduce someone. Nice curves. This is equal parts sexy and artistic, sort of like “I could be a mother, but I also could be really fun in bed”.
At this point I tried a trick I learned from someone else – I tried to force a form on the spirit. The spirit looked amused, and went back to themselves after I released my will. I believe I am dealing with the authentic Venus. A deceptive spirit would assume the form. My own will would assume the form.
Show me the realm: The floor was made of pillows or something similar soft. When I say “the floor” I mean “the vast expanse of wherever we were”. Theres not enough pillows in Morocco to intimate this concept. The pillows were weirdly distinct, with a cord around each one, a button in the middle, and tassels hanging from the side even though they tessellated together into infinite pillows.
The “walls” of the space were equally curvy, each one a green banner. There was something like a breeze with no sensation of breeze to keep them undulating slowly. We went up, up and up and up forever, it felt like a hand on the back of my head lifting me gently. The space was shaped like a triquetra.
The spirit queried me Why are you here? I explained I wanted to make contact. Welcome, visitor. (Long conversation edited for content – I’m sure you can imagine).
I decided to stretch my astral legs and try to look around. The sky was filled with stars, and was a deep deep violet. Black clouds swirled around. They would blot out the stars, then new stars would appear from behind them. The clouds and sky undulated like the churning of a storm. I got the impression it was raining outside of pillowland, and pillowland itself was surrounded by water.
Will you let me receive your blessing and empowerment? The vision changed, I was now in a golden current. The current came from a light on the horizon, flowed strongly but slowly through me, then went into a depth like a well, but the column of water went into it. The effect was like a bath in warm honey, filling and flowing. The well was like, well, a column of something thick being pushed slowly through the column.
What should be on your altar? A vision of gold chains like coins draped across the altar, tablecloth of green, the magician should sit on a pillow. There should have been a single red rose in a white bowl filled with water and perfumes. A sense of more perfumey smells than my crappy dried out roses would give.
My wife wants to offer pomegranates: Pomegranates are fine, sugared pomegranates are better.
Thanks, and a single knock to close my end. The spirit was welcomed to stay in the room. My wife wanted to use the rest of the hour and candle to attempt meditation. She entered the room after I left to attempt to talk to Venus. I will update with her results. (Note my wife isn’t cabalistically trained).
My wife’s perception of the spirit: I saw the planet venus, I saw three dots which are Earth, Venus, Mercury, as though the solar system. I saw a fiery bird (a dove). Roses, flowers. Warm glow, a sense of humor. I could not perceive the spirit, I saw a face without hair, like a bust. She seemed fun a bubbly. Shes interested in our marriage. I asked the spirit to be on standby for my [wiccan ritual] so she will be available when I draw down the moon. The spirit consented. The spirit seriously wanted pomegranates. She likes strawberries, and she prefers her offerings in pinks and reds, with sugar. Red roses were a theme. She smelled cinnamon. She likes fire and candles, music, sweets, perfumes, spices (cinnamon and nutmeg). My wife emphasized the “warm glow feeling”. My wife put a statue of her on the altar and said the spirit responded positively.
I actually sort of object to the vision received in this particular rite. Venus is sort of stereotypical here and I’m not sure if it’s my own natural biases or what. The whole theme of the vision was sexual movements, it was like watching a belly dance if the landscape itself were belly dancing. Also it occurred to me after the vision the pillows were supposed to be shaped like a midriff. The sexual imagery was fairly obvious.
I told my wife I wanted to go it alone. No offense, but having another person in the circle seems to throw off the energies sometimes. Also someone who doesn’t get into it to the same level you do can kill it.
QC, LIRP, LIRH, Sign of Jupiter (six pointed star), QC. Knocks, AS book opener. Meditate for 15 minutes to start getting into the groove. Crown chakra gives me the bump indicating I’m touching a sphere.
Received almost immediate contact with the spirit. Muscular, topless and blue, this dude showed up and welcomed me graciously, I still get the impression of a super built AVATAR cat. I should probably eat less sugar. The spirit was wearing a blue diamond circlet of some sort around it’s head. Colors and numbers checked out. I asked for a vision of the location and a barren but otherwise rocky plane was revealed. In the background was a lighter blue aqueduct, or we were in a stone circle.
What’s this about my wife’s current job offer? Received a vision of a drop of black water going into a dark river, with a swiftly moving current.
What’s this mean? Business.
OK We’re in emergency mode here, should I sell stuff? I got the impression this was the wrong thing to do, but the spirit could help.
Tell me about my wifes positions: I was told she’s emotional right now, things need to calm down. I was told to be supportive of her. The current position is gone. (Mundane note: The current position I took to mean the position they called to tell her no about).
But she needs a job: She will get a job.
She needs a job where she can learn: She shall learn on the job.
She needs a job at [company] because they teach: She will have a job at [company] after all the (void of course? concept not in language – either the spirit means “emotional mess calms down” or “her period is over” – it probably means both). Take it easy. (Bob Marley appears in my minds eye in jupiter colors.)
I want to enter the gate and receive your blessing: (The crystal ball shows jupiter the planet, I snuck a peek using my mundane eyes. This is interesting since the candle rests in a blue holder, so the image should be blue). (The sensation of a portal).
OK should I buy lotto tickets now since you don’t want me to sell stuff? (The spirit is amused.) I don’t govern the lottery, I handle structured interactions. A sensation of silver or a white smoke. (Mundane note: Saturn?)
OK show me business. A drop of black water in a formless void. The drop extends white half helices outward. These represent dealmaking, partnerships, products. They become manifold, and surround the drop of water like a snowflake.
Show me an acquisition: A larger drop of water is next to a smaller drop of water – again, inky and black. The smaller drop seems glossier somehow. It vibrates slightly. The larger drop is duller, it seems thick and heavy. The larger and smaller drops extend the white things to one another. The smaller drop dies. The white things spread like a mold, and consume the smaller drop. The larger drop grows, and occupies the space held by both.
Show me (my company): A mundane vision of the skyscraper. The red pillar I recognize as a governing spirit surrounds it and it touches the sky.
Show me my division in my company: An eye. At first, human. The iris and pupil has well defined colors. (Mundane note in review: The drops of water might be pupils). Then things zoom out and as we rise above the plane, and the eye becomes an eye of horus. Stylized and Egyptian. The top becomes skin, the sides sink in, I realize the eye is really a pore now, we rise and rise and I see skin and a face. The vision fades before I can recognize it.
Show me my boss: A heart, red at first but fading. No motion. White spectral hands surround the heart. There are three hands, they make a triangle around it.
Show me my [teammate with managerial aspirations]: A brain. The brain lays or floats in something sinewy, as though it’s in the center of the body.
At this point the vision became a bit chaotic. I saw the head of a loin, then a face, then a geometric shape, then maybe the lion again, then the blue angel, then the shapes, and then the blue angel. I threw the astrological sign of Jupiter at this in the appropriate colors. Things settled down.
Thank you for appearing and your time. Is this a good way to contact you? Yes.
Should I evoke you multiple times? The more you call me the better it will be.
I thanked the spirit, gave a knock, told the spirit it had the room if it desired and backed out.
As I’m typing this up, I looked at my black bathrobe. It appeared a royal blue. I took this as a good sign.
I’m starting to get my legs as a magician, which means every particular working I seem to be able to get something to happen if I follow the instructions. That being said we called Bethor in the actual Hour of Bethor, on the Day of Bethor. To call the atmosphere thick in the oratory would be an understatement, I personally felt that the presence was building before we even finished the oration. My wife reported seeing a shadow on the far wall. Unfortunately, the oratory isn’t as dark as I would like, even with our ghetto towel over the window. (The oratory is a weird room written on the floorplan of the house as a bedroom but it’s terribly small. I originally planned to use it as an office so windowdressing wasn’t high on my menu.)
The last time I think we made two large mistakes: My wife asked for EVERYTHING. New job, gold raining from the skies, knowledge of everything, the destruction of the universe. OK not the last bit but you get the idea. I hate charging spirits with more than one objective. I really like shoaling, even if Gordon is a paranoid mess when it comes to politics. The second thing we did wrong was we didn’t follow instructions. There is a planetary hour and day for everything. They are there for a reason. Also I flipped on Stenwicks instructions and did an invoking pentagram and an invoking hexagram. Maybe it’s not a total flip, maybe we need more microcosmic help. It seemed to work better.
Wait, following instructions? Well this is a new sticky wicket. I figured out my own instructions are in the Peregrin Wildoak book for using Shin for Spirit on the pentagram, and this is what separates the armchair occultists from the practicing magicians – there’s enough instructions out there to make you right even if you’re wrong. The trick is to read them, decide if you like them, then actually try them out. Maybe I don’t like my polarities flipped on my circles. Maybe it doesn’t matter since I almost always try to operate on a microcosmic level. The point is – try it out.
Now, how does shoaling work in ceremonial magic? The more effort you put into something, the more you MAGICK, the more powerful your magic gets. I don’t believe in pestering the Gods. I strongly believe spirits don’t have a sense of time, they only have a sense of arrangement or current. That being said, the more we try to get to work with the spirits and the more we try to get to know them, sing their praises, and otherwise dump our energy into them, the better the results will get. So, why not, on the day of Jupiter, take every one of those hours of Jupiter (all three of them) and do an evocation?
I’ve been reading Planetary Magick from Denning & Phillips. It’s Aurum Solice, which people either love or hate. The AS published piles and piles of stuff, but the Magical Philosophy series is the best of the best. Needless to say my wife wanted to try to call a planetary spirit, so guess what I did tonight?
I’ve been redoing the hexagram and pentagram rituals in my own way, but I wasn’t quite ready to employ this yet. I decided to try the Stenwick method he presents in Mastering the Mystical Heptarchy. The basic idea is you banish the elements, invoke the planets, then invoke the specific planet. At the end I re-invoked the elements to bring it down to earth.
Following that ritual structure for the beginning and ending, the middle is the meat. The altar was setup with a blue cloth, four symbols of Jupiter (traditional astrological, angelic, etc), four white candles, four stones related to Jupiter, four ingredients in the incense, and a shewstone (crystal ball, clear). Behind the crystal ball was a blue glass candleholder. I did the opening per Stenwick, then let my wife read the rest and do the knocks. She did OK.
Now, previously, this produced no results with me. I strongly suspected each class of spirit required a different mode of scrying. The Enochian Entities let me eyelid scry, they’re strongly biased toward active imagination. The Goetic spirits almost always want sideshow stuff – candles bursting into flames or going out, smoke, etc. Planetary spirits want… What? Well, the Planetary Magick book puts everything into traditional spheres, there are spheres on the tree of life, the spheres sing, the spheres have colors, and the spheres project light. See anything yet?
And that’s why it took me forever to figure out how to get ahold of planetary spirits, because in traditional magical living and philosophy, the answer is right in front of my face and I haven’t gotten my brain around it yet. Hur dur, the sphere changes color when we put a candle in a colored glass jar behind it. Yup, thickest magician in the world, right here.
After a minute for the energies to bake in, my wife jumped in with “Is the spirit here?” I weirdly almost immediately caught the image of a blue room, with a door open at one end. The door is open to something shining and brilliant (I couldn’t see through the door). There’s no-one in the room. Almost as suddenly as I figured this out and saw through the stone (like looking through a camera, was my impression), I noticed a blue muscular figure on the left side almost wave to me. I took this as “I’m here, what’s up?” It was a gesture so weirdly normal I almost jumped.
We charged the spirit, and gave it specific windows to operate in (two weeks) and a specific goal (a job) at a specific place (a company). We then brought the elements back in (invoking pentagrams) and thanked the spirit and backed out.
Why is it important to bring the elements back in? It links the spirit to the microcosm (your world) as you perceive it. Tomorrow we will clean up the altar and see what happens. I realize this wasn’t the best timing ever, it wasn’t the correct day, but magic needs to just work.
EDIT: Wow less than 12 hours later and the company called back. She didn’t get the job, but it’s actually sort of impressive in it’s own crappy way that a company actually called back. Tonight I suppose we will try again.
I used to think magical currents were sort of this BS notion people used when they threw themselves at something and really wanted to grab everything to make it work. I was quite content with my weird system of goetic magic for crap I didn’t care how it got done, enochian for things I did care about, and runes to tie it all in as divination and low magic stuff.
New problem – I’ve managed to read so much Enochian I’m finding it tough to work with other stuff. Specifically on point, where I normally thought about runes, I’m starting to seriously think about enochian letters. The problem, of course, is while the runes have well documented individual meanings, the hebrew alphabet even has nicely defined individual meanings, I can’t find some sort of enochian alphabet of rune definitions. Since I feel like I’ve been kicked in the face by a reindeer, this is bad. My normal low magic model is in a funky place, so my goto might work (or probably not). One of my buddies was nice enough to give me a sigil to use to use his charge, but I still need to use my own lens to focus. So much for emergency magick.
Now, some ideas I’m ruminating on: Is each letter a force or a thing, or is each letter in it’s Golden Dawn style pyramid a name or a thing? Because a rune bag with several thousand truncated pyramids might not be a fun thing to have. Or maybe it would be neato since once I’ve mapped each square on the great table, I could runecast them. On the other hand, I’m a firm believer in three letter names being spirits of things, and two letter names being cacodaemons, so one letter things are…(?)
I vaguely remember someone attempted to walk the great table as individual letters, but of course I can’t find the link.
Yup, not a complete thought here but I like to publish my notes in hopes someone finds this and points me to the right dark corner of the net…
Edit: Just in case it’s not obvious, I have a head cold.