New Moon Ritual

(delivered unto the Priestess from the Trinity of Synchronicity and the Angels in the Garden)

The-Sound-and-Symbols-By-Itom-LabWe sit before the Master.  He is slender, but mighty in his energy, standing on the altar space before everyone.  In one broad arc of his right arm he casts the wand out over the crowd. A stream of water bursts forth, spraying the participants in a cool bright shower.  The mass opens its heart and receives the divine blessing.  The water of life, a gift to the soul.  Once Fe feels the water she breaks into a humming trance, swaying gently and vibrating a low pitch.  Others do the same around her, vibrating different sounds at different pitches.  The sound reverberates gently through the open temple, its mighty columns reaching to the heavenly sky. The stars shine brightly above, the might of space open before them. The vowels hum different parts of the body, and the hum that it creates sends their earthly song reaching into the heavens. Fe connects with the blue sphere, and melds with the beings there.  They are happy to see her, her friends.

Melone (may-lawn) embraces Fe with a loving stare; their energy fields meld as one for a brief moment.

Halceyon (hal-see-awn) greets in kind, and Tibero (ti-be-row) bows politely from behind them both.

The Master calls out, his voice booming, “It is the time of the New Moon on Earth, let us call the Galactic Counsel!”

The hum continues to grow and ebb, dim and swell.  The bodies sway with the vibrations of sound.  Each participant continues in the same sound and tone.  They inhale gently, quickly, when they need air, and then rejoin without hesitation.  Fe hums a deep ooooooooo, concentrating the vibration on her pelvic floor.

The three beings stand before her. The space is blank and void except for them. She can sense other beings behind them but she cannot see them clearly.  They are humming their own song. It is discordant, yet harmonious, and the sounds are deep and low. The depth of their vibration causes Fe’s head to reverberate, as if the pulse itself is penetrating it to tear it asunder.  Fe’s body on earth continues to vibrate its low oooooo as it sways under the stars.  Her body senses her fellow humans around her, feeling their loving sounds washing over her, building her radiance to these beings.  As the toning continues the beings begin to hear the humans’ song, and the two songs meld and blend together in a single sound, beautiful yet horrifying.  The other humans vibrating ooooo deep in their bodies all receive their massive song.  The other participants are vibrating different sounds and connecting to the songs of other beings.  Those beings hear the song of the human in the sweet sound emanating from the mass.  The galaxy sings as one, the voices of all the beings of space harmonized through their individual songs, played together to sound unity through the universe.

The masses of beings continue into the night, the darkness of the sky penetrating all yet invisible to everyone except the Master.  He stands before the altar before the human race, facing them to look upon the splendor of their song.  He stretches his arms to the sky, opening himself to the sound of the galaxy.  It vibrates his heart with a cold fire, and he charges the huge crystal at the center of the altar through his open palms.  The crystal absorbs the sound, holding this song on Earth so that the lines remain open.

All remain in this dance as one until upon its arising, the humans all breathe as one.  This marks the end of the ritual; farewells and gratitudes are paid to all and by all.  Fe returns to her body, slowing her body’s movement until it comes to a gentle rest, lowering her sound until it drifts off.  The other participants close their meetings in this same fashion, and the temple comes to a deep stillness.  They remain in this stillness, sitting fully present and resounding with the song inside of them.  Minutes, hours, days, they do not worry or care, they sit in this silence, no songs, no humming, no vibrations, just the sounds of nature all around and the mass opening.

One of the participants blurts out a sudden chuckle.  Au and Fe know instantly that, once again, it is The Master Ha.  A few others chuckle awkwardly at the sound. Au laughs out loud, letting the sound move her body. Others join her, and without warning, with full abandon, the mass erupts in ferocious laughter.  Bodies roll to their sides, people fall over one another.  Some have tears streaming down their faces, others can barely breathe as the guffaws rack their bodies without sound.  The laughter continues by all for a few minutes, and as they begin to slow, quiet calmness moves over the crowd.  Once all are settled and sitting, the Master regains himself before the altar and crystal, hands raised once more.  “Thus concludes the Galactic Counsel!”

The mass jumps to its feet with cheers and joy.  They laugh, shout, embrace, and behold one another in their earthy splendor, humbled and enlivened with the living song within them. The music begins again, the song just created.

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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.