~~~ The Green Bird Faery Song of All Seriousness ~~~

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if I know what is to happen
the dance is an entrainment
I’ve seen the next worlds over
and in those ideals we’ve already won

my spine a tuning fork
I wander about the earth
attracted to the striking
against the rituals harmonizing
the fluid spirals in my back

I bear the pain of aeons
in my body collapsed on this time
and each days distillation
undoes that karma more and more
they used to say I’m ‘cut from the heel’

I am causeless
my instinct provides
a trail of iron and wine
I- follow like a blood hound
I- the smallest part, the straw
I- break the spine of oblivion

the years pass on
the stories chase me
of happenings surrounding
a clueless head of vacuums bliss
immortal against the volley
flaming bolts against the messenger

my gyroscope a weapon
of chaos and synchronicity
a radiating force field
with gold and silver keys
sprouting plum blossoms
riding the dragon of non-duality

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the incomprehensible skill
royal by blood and transmigration
natural and metanormal
theurgic and thaumaturgic
now the future, now the past, now
indomitable throughout territorial time

grounded in my horse, devouring earth
whether I am running on the planes
or here about sweet Terra’s waning garden
soft becomes hard, hard becomes soft
twin dragons constantly vie for the pearl

and that all but forgotten human mission
to one day in time attain the sun
is possible in ways utterly odd
to the way of heaven before the calamity
and we recognize the beauty of the meta-music
which forsaw this groove from the start

dance to a way that says love is the law
trance to the law that demands love under will
eros and agape, love against love
be drunk on the inescapable condition of being
and in that ocean finally rest in your soul
show your angels the eyes of the bornless one

yes in my eyes, sweet angels on earth
the inescapable flames of first glory
dust off the slime from your wings
oh long cast out demons of splendour and light
the long sleep of shadow has ended
the promised revealing and victory; yea, Victory

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In The Garden of Souls

(Scribed in the Hall of Spheres, Damanhur, Piedmonte during the Winter Solstice and Halcyon Days of 2012)

Ask questions of the light. When there is time and dust to speak of, there will also be forthcoming beauty. This beauty take, accept gladly, and multiply. Fruit casting seeds over the little green earth and beautiful flowers. Come the pods of ingenuity, a cure for restless hearts.

There is love inside an ocean. We welcome you back to this awareness. You don’t even remember what you mean to us. The creation will be Global. You don’t have to know how and yet it shall be. Remove such doubts about anything as you may have. If you had your full memory now, you truly would worry for nothing.

You were with us once, so long ago. You walked our shoes, shared water and vitality. Sang to us and with us. You loved us, we loved you. Is it safe to say you’ve come back? Even in that human body, the expansion of your consciousness (even just tonight) is the profundity which is the basis of our experiential memory of you. Indeed, our memory of you which is not linear as the method of transmission would suggest. Many memories, many pasts, and many futures we talk and know of you. There is so much of your greatness offered to the little Earth that we miss you not. We see you, our connection to you is strong and never-ending. Without fail, your song echoes amongst the stars as respected light. A going, an ancient as we, past all mortals we shall be as one.

At the dawn of our countless ages, there was the future, and you were there. Together we danced below the stars, before there was the kind of mind that saw light in objectivity. This kind of original perfection; kept far away from the earth you now know. Perceive with us, and trust what little memory is now accessible to you. You are so free, and your project on the little earth is so beautiful, so artistic.

Heaven does not wait. It reaches out to be with you. What you can’t see is that you sit with us. We attend to you while you dream to cross time and many planes to work your Will upon the earth. Your inquiry while understandable is unnecessary, because the answer is itself the arising life you have before you.

You are safe with us. Your immortal nature pure, clean, untarnished and untouched. The birthing of ages will not seem so long when it is done. We love you.

Core (la lune est toujours la)

The relaxed abdomen method is not a tenable approach for the magician. Relaxing the abdomen is practiced for a variety of good reasons. When you relax your abdomen and breathe deeply into it, your brain wave relaxes into hypnogogic trance states. Abdominal breathing in this way can give you the ability to sense subtle and dream forces in the waking world, by generating an abundance of alpha and theta brain waves. Not only this, but a passive sense of well being and neutrality are also cultivated in the thoughts, and a sense of ‘flow’ and contentment is also a common result of a devoted abdominal breathing practice. Lots of stretching can deepen this state.

This state is the preferred state for the civilian. Such a state cultivates a willingness to go with the flow and meld together into a strong sense of community mind, thereby creating a strong egregore which can be further utilized. Plasticity is the best possible state for the citizen. Thaumaturgy requires willingness, and a relaxed abdomen keeps you willing and able to follow orders. Egregore will be sold as supermind; stop buying.

Nature spirits become objectified through projection, and the body and mind fracture. Suddenly, masturbation is spirit relation, and the universe is caressing my body, rather than my body caressing the unknown. This is the problem with projection, the astral is not objective. The egregore is a social agreement, and it isn’t anything new for a group of humans to sacrifice their vital force because they became convinced the thrill was enlightenment. In fact, this kind of operation and application is par for the course. I am happy to see it … it’s just that I for one am not for sale in such a manner. My vital force has its own purpose, its own soul directive, and its own rules. I also feel compelled to share with others on the path that Magick requires personal strength; leave the pre-rational cosmic pool to the civilians. Real spirituality in Magick is a positive war, where all that is not Purity is violently and immediately ended.

And the positive need for strength as a magician brings me back to truth, the body. The abdomen is the strength of the body. To cultivate this strength, the abdomen must be vacuumed, the core and abdominal muscles must be engaged, the anus tightened gently and sealed, the spine pulled tight in both directions. This is taking command of the body, and is the beginning of fusion. When the abdomen is relaxed, energy is sensed. When the abdomen is vacuumed, energy is fused.

When you sense energy in a passive way, with a relaxed abdomen, you then react to it based on a dream from your own internal habit of beauty, you apply meaning to it based on your brains habit of thinking, or whatever thaumaturgic effects you happen to be dwelling on at any given time. When energy is fused in an active way, you move with it without bias, from your spine, as it is, in its pure and primal form. The universe opens and closes, rises and falls, moves forward then back, then in, then out. The universe does, and then it doesn’t. A relaxed abdomen always opens, never hinges, doesn’t know how or when to close. Making choices from this relaxed state becomes difficult unless such choices are molded to the egregore, or the memory of being in the womb, and this is your first clue that supermind is more than egregore, and more than a cosmic pool where no one has to suffer.

Without fusion, cultivation cannot occur. Cultivation is a precursor to distillation, and the resulting essence is then stored in the body, in a specific and structured matrix of 8 which is further itself fused to the lunar current and its phasing. This is a true method of subtlizing the body … Which then turns the body into a magickal weapon. Charged, consecrated, and sacred. A perfectly magickal approach to perfecting the great work in the body. Objectively real because it involves the translation of the body as a method of checking results. Perfectly efficient because it requires no outside methodology of ‘tech-prep’ nor does it require the use of artifacts. It should not take too much imagination to understand that such a subtle and technical approach to the strengthening and maintenance of the body allows partnering combinations for the creation of spiritual elixirs, the charging of intention, the contacting of Theurgic forces and principles, and true congress and symbiotic exchange with galactic personalities. This is the highest of alchemical arts and requires skill, timing (groove), discernment, and discretion from each individual; and time (nodes). And a fair amount of kink. Discipline is not for everyone.

The foundation of all of which is strength. Foundation, the molten core, the alchemical furnace, the 9, the moon, yesod, the abdomen. It was a woman who brought the wisdom of abdominal strength. It is through the vacuum in the abdomen that the true wisdom of Sophia, and of Babalon is consummated. And when the moon is full do we contact the Hard energy, the 3 solid lines of heavenly sky, of synchronic forces. And in the body as Imperial Fire. The true spiritual fire which always comes to trump the ministerial fires of yin and yang. The Imperial Fire of Wings and Ram, of Governance and of Rising Force; and the small intestines. The light of the hermit, the tip of the Yod. I salute the God within.