Magick Mushrooms & Mantids…

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I had approximately 4-5 grams of dried psilocybin (magic mushrooms), after deciding that i could do with a bit of a magickal reconnection i decided that today, 8th of March, felt right. I’d had a bit of a tough winter to be honest and had let my daily praxis grid to a halt… with the love & and support of my closest friends- (my best friend Jill had had a fantastic experience a few days previously)- i decided, with due respect, and some healthy trepidation, to go for the large dose.

I prepared fastidiously, cleaning and tidying, mopping and dusting and generally giving my studio/temple a good spring clean. i have a circle permanently painted on my floorboards and set altars in each cardinal direction, using the layout described in previous ‘Thosis’ ritual posts. I checked my almanac and saw that The Moon would be 93% full, The Sun was in Aquarius (my sun sign) and sunset would come at 5.55 local time. All good!

I fasted, didn’t take my prescribed painkillers and spent the day mentally preparing for what i hoped would be a positive, transformative experience. I had my first ‘awakening’ as a teenager on shrooms and consider myself a fairly experienced user. They are not to be messed with, not at this dose, but i couldn’t wait to get started. Previously my big trips had been outside, in nature but this was really a ‘vision quest’ so i followed the standard advice for such an experience and, after doing a thorough and prolonged ‘purification and consecration’ of my sacred space with salt water and incense, performed a traditional Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram and Middle Pillar. I solemnly invoked Thoth, Isis, Horus and Hathor, my HGA Belaroth and every guide and allie i could remember. I drank the concentrated ‘brew’ with a spoonful of honey, smothered the inside of the circle with comfortable cushions and warm blankets and meditated, waiting…

i didn’t have to wait long… within 30 minutes i was coming up heavily, the candles glowed and the air shimmered with beautiful translucent colours, i could see flashes of light, blue at the edges of my open eyes and empty space took on the quality of a cubist painting, divided into pentagrams and hexagrams. i was frankly surprised at the intensity of the experience but closed my eyes and just let it happen. To my amazement the first thing i saw was what can only be described as a Gigeresque insectoid figure, it was clearly ‘mantoid’ in form, in all my years of psychedelic and ‘occult visionary work’ i’d never seen anything like this! i was thrown by this ugly looking creature and as i grappled with the shock i became aware of many other entities… i’d obviously strayed into the lower 5th dimension and was like a tourist in some ‘interzone’ marketplace. i was being harangued by ‘shells’ posing as gatekeepers, each one insisting i cut them a deal… it took a few seconds (time becomes very distorted), for me to realise i could easily be tricked into making a pact with one of these dodgy characters and had to assert my sovereignty right away. “I am Saroth the Magician and will make no pacts with any of you, begone!” i said out loud and accompanied my statement with a flourish of my ‘Thosis Wand’, I held my dagger in my left hand but didn’t need it, they dissolved back to wherever they’d come from. The mantid remained. My intuition told me that it could not harm me, didn’t want to… there was some kind of telepathic exchange and it used my name, Saroth, and politely asked if it could ‘observe’, i saw no reason to deny it so i consented, it turned so i could see its profile and upper body and saw it was wearing a sky blue cloak!

It’s hard to convey just how… multidimensional strong trips can be. I could get small breaks by opening my eyes, my circle had become a kind of glass dome/tent/pyramid! Several layers or timelines were happening simultaneously. I closed my eyes again for ’round two’ all the time energy/information was pouring into my crown chakra, every form of magickal symbol was being ‘downloaded’ and i felt intense physical pressure, like i was being buffeted by an astral hurricane. The idea came to me that i had to endure several important initiations all at once, to catch up with my co-thothers, because while they’d been working hard, i’d been slacking… The next entity i encountered was far more formidable and she was seriously pissed off!

It was a huge, female hooded cobra, again she looked very like an H.R. Giger artwork, with a female, almost humanoid face.
“How dare you call yourself ‘Holy Serpent’!” she hissed. “You have to earn that title!”. This was Mama Snake and she lambasted me for my pretentious choice of latin moniker. I was still feeling safe from any real danger but knew i had to remain in the consecrated circle. She was not some demonic force trying to hurt me, she was my mother giving me a scolding, call it tough love! i was thrown about a bit and seemed to be being pushed further and further into the core of consciousness itself. I presume she gave me some kinda initiation as well for i was eventually told (non-verbally) that i was, indeed, part of the Serpent Clan, or bloodline, which came from Cain, the product of ‘Eve’ and ‘The Light Bearer’, the biblical story has been deliberately distorted to make the Serpent Race seem eve-ill, but we are really directly opposed to the ‘Reptilian’ forces of blood sacrifice and control. Now, i know this is all rather far out! I am generally rather skeptical about all this. But, whether this was a metaphor or an allegory for some more abstract ‘truth’ i do not know, i’m just telling it like it was…

My wise and dear friend had told me to cross the Abyss, when he knew i was going to do this ‘quest’ and because it was so unlike any experience i’d ever had, i began to think that this was what i was doing… several times up to this point i had to verbally give permission for various stages of whatever the hell was happening! I opened my eyes and saw my room transformed into a wondrous palace of light, i was completely ‘in the NOW’ and i again spoke out loud “Yes, i want to cross the Abyss”. i was too high to feel fear but started to call in Thoth, Isis, Horus, Hekate and… Sekhmet.
The ancient Lion Goddess of Khem seemed to open another doorway and I saw another ‘group’, The Lion People! again they were humanoid but had flat leonine features, very like the beings from the film Avataar (which i haven’t seen) but they weren’t blue they were… lion coloured. The word Alliance came into my mind, which became ‘a-lion-ess’. I perceived that these beings were powerful, beneficent allies of the Serpent Clan… my friends face appeared, it was like he was talking to me in real time. It seemed he’s established some kind of permanent enclave in this dimension. He was like “Dude, i told ya!” and i laughed with joy at the hyper-weirdness of it all, and yes, i think i DID cross the Abyss! I really cannot describe this bit, it has to be experienced… And there is an aspect of it which i am not permitted to talk of. Not because i’m some shit hot adept, but it was part of the deal, you’re not allowed to spoil the ‘secret’ of what this entails because it would be like telling you then ending of an amazing mystery film you were about to watch!

Please don’t think i’m making claims to any kind of hierarchical grade. i’m totally against withholding information that can help people EVOLVE, do the magick with an open mind and sincerity and take the sacrament! It’s our birthrite! Ok, at this point i’m about halfway through the trip. In Part Two, things get plain ridiculous… throw in Freemasonry, Saint John the Lennon. Yoko Ono, Johnny Depp and Baphomet add some real time telepathy and a great deal of LOVE and there you have it! This post is already too long so i’ll stop there…

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The Truth is Stranger Than You Ever Imagined and No Two People Will Experience IT in the Same Way

The Super Psychedelic Genius Club…
From the very start of the trip i’d been seeing and feeling very heavy ‘Baphometic vibes’, the aloe vera plant on my main altar took on the aspect of the famous Eliphas Levi drawing and even a cup of incense sticks had parted into a V shape. The fabric of space itself, when i opened my eyes was made of interlocking hexagrams and pentagrams… I even felt i was sitting in the Baphomet position, back straight, legs crossed in some hyper dimension. The further in time i move from the experience, (two days), the harder it is to resolve into any kind of linear narrative but it was definitely after the mantid and serpent experiences that i moved into a new phase of the ‘initiation’. I saw myself as the blonde, curly haired child i’d been before puberty and i seemed to be ascending some kind of elevator, i was ‘told’ i was a 33rd (333rd?) Freemason, and was having strange titles and ‘honours’ bestowed on me from silent voices. I was Christ & Lucifer and had to verbally accept this burden! I saw a man’s face, very 1940’s, who may have been my paternal grandfather, a lifelong Mason, or another man who was connected to my mother, for anyone who’s interested, his name was Professor R.V. Jones, and i’ve always felt that he had something to do with my link to magick… anyway, it was all getting confusing and i felt like i was being stretched and compressed, dismembered and reassembled.

At this point i became aware that i’d left the radio on a very low volume, i hadn’t even noticed before but i now heard the voice of a DJ echoing with a kind of delay effect, like the signal was coming from outer space. i heard him introduce the ‘featured album’ of the night… it seemed to fade in and out of earshot but when he named Yoko Ono and John Lennon, the volume seemed to rise and the music came through, clear as crystal. Lennon was playing wonderful, sizzling, bluesy licks and Yoko was making weird but beautiful vocalizations. She kept vibrating over and over “It’s Alllllright, it’s allllllright” and it WAS! i felt they were playing just for me! they’d been where i was now and were ‘birthing’ me through’ it… i scrambled over to the radio (keeping my feet in the circle) and turned the volume up, my god, it was the most amazing music i’d ever heard! it was around now that the idea of the Psychedelic Super Genius Club came to me. i was, thanks to this musical gateway entering a far lighter, more playful part of the experience. it was all something to do with archetypes, and the Baphometic current was somehow intertwined with rock n’roll… for some reason Johnny Depp entered my mind. The two Johns, Saint Lennon the Baggist and Depp were part of a club, who had reached the level of ‘Masters’ of this particular area of the Astral Plane. i began to take on the character of Capt, Jack Sparrow!, every song on the show (called the Freak Zone) was talking directly to me, guiding me…

I decided i wanted to speak to Johnny and sent out a request… i got an answer “Sorry, Johnny’s not high right now!” Hahahahaha! this was FUNNY! things were still super-intense, everytime i shut my eyes i’d be surfing waves of pure energy/information but i was more in control now. I was opening my mouth wide as huge yawns rippled through me, and, as i did occult symbols poured out of me. The whole room took on the aspect of a glittering palace of light and i could see golden threads attached to the floorboards and reaching diagonally to infinity. Another Yoko song and BOOM! i was blasted again… it was around this time that my dear friend, the one who’d told me to cross the abyss appeared in a bluish bubble at my right shoulder. he was bearded and infinitely wise, in fact he was Moses! So he was part of the club as well! pieces of the puzzle were clicking into place. Serpent Clan, the Cain bloodline, Magick, Rock n’Roll, it all meant something…

My friend and co-founder of the group, Jill’s face appeared at my left side. She was there but not actively participating. When i think about it, she was in the Chesed/Jupiter position while my ‘Moses’ friend was assisting me from Binah/Saturn. It’s entirely possible that the whole trip was a journey up the kabbalistic Tree of Life…

I was still incredibly out of it, sitting in my consecrated circle, in darkness but for the candles set in each direction. I’d taken my laptop in with me and was curious to see how things would look from wherever i was. I opened the notebook and clicked on the T.H.O.T.H. page, i couldn’t focus but a member had just posted a double infinity, very Celtic looking symbol, i recognized it at once as a serpentine ‘Snake Clan’ sign…

I almost posted to the group telling everyone they were super evolved ‘funk beings’ from another dimension but thought better of it! I sent a message to my friend who i’d been in psychic communion with, i was definitely coming down a bit now, i couldn’t have typed anything half an hour ago.
he advised me to do a ritual, i sat for a while longer. my body was aching all over. There was so much that can never be described… and even the memories of it are fading as i try to remember. It was horrifying and beautiful, transcendent and transmogrifying… after perhaps another hour of slowly winding down i felt like it was time to anchor the whole experience with another banishing and a whole lot of thanks to the mushrooms, the gods… it all poured out, although i felt bruised and battered i also felt tremendously empowered… I hobbled to the bathroom and saw that the marbled pattern was still very 3D but the storm had passed. I wish i could remember more, but that, for now, will have to do…11136757_10203951861105603_1329445592928898525_n

Ahista Tah! Saroth ;))

Asemic Writing & The Ghost of Meaning (cut-up)

More ‘readable’ than the first version, less ‘cut-up’. I’ve tried to capture the spontaneity and modernism of Asemicism…

Diary of a Dog Fiend.

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Asemicism reflects post millennial life… In this new century we interact with language by deconstructing it. My friends don’t watch television anymore, we’re too busy performing word magick, digitally conversing with fellow explorers of form and meaning. If “language is a virus” asemic writing might just be the cure. The WORD locks us into the holograph of prefabricated existence, the physical body, the dull repetition of the ‘already written’. ‘Useless writing’ which has no fixed meaning frees us from the hallucination of reality, it’s an expression of the dream body. It’s the most democratic of art forms, (forms of art). With the advent of the internet we are all potentially great artists, requiring no patrons. The WORD locks us into the impasse of linearity.

Asemicism is the most egalitarian of psychedelic art movements. Visual glossolia in streams of ones and zeros with language NOW! Asemists are no longer mere…

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Asemic Writing & The Ghost of Meaning (cut-up)

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Asemicism reflects post millennial life… In this new century we interact with language by deconstructing it. My friends don’t watch television anymore, we’re too busy performing word magick, digitally conversing with fellow explorers of form and meaning. If “language is a virus” asemic writing might just be the cure. The WORD locks us into the holograph of prefabricated existence, the physical body, the dull repetition of the ‘already written’. ‘Useless writing’ which has no fixed meaning frees us from the hallucination of reality, it’s an expression of the dream body. It’s the most democratic of art forms, (forms of art). With the advent of the internet we are all potentially great artists, requiring no patrons. The WORD locks us into the impasse of linearity.

Asemicism is the most egalitarian of psychedelic art movements. Visual glossolia in streams of ones and zeros with language NOW! Asemists are no longer mere vehicles for the ‘control codes’ of inauthentic realities. We are all potentially art stars… art multiverses. None of us are constrained by outmoded ideas of cause and effect… Writing blogs and sharing novelty on ‘social media’ might just be the cure. “Let there be Light!”.

Our work is the ghost of pre-diluvian meaning. Paintings on a cave wall, pictographs, hieroglyphs, we must expand beyond sequential expression.

Gallery art is dead. Art is dead. Our new hobby is sending joyful notations into cyberspace in quantum strings, non-representative language magick. Creating images and the astral body through our eyes and ones and zeros. Zeros and ones. We’re anja chakras… crown chakras. Into the body. Into the body. Non- busy making connections, performing sets us free from the bondage consumers. The bondage consumers. The dead. The stream of symbols entering. Of symbols entering.

Never before have so many artists been able to communicate instantaneously, we are a global network of alchemists, experimenting, refining, we send our dreams before we even wake up!

Like a vast brain we create new neural pathways with ink and oils and digital effects; blending traditional painterly skills with computer technology to produce something truly NEW! We climb over the shoulders of giants and peer at the world from the tops of their heads. We are cells in the great neural network of ultra-modern art.

A vast magickal brain we create by experimenting, refining, we send our dreams… are a global network of alchemists, before we even wake up! Even wake up! Like digital effects; blending traditional painterly in the great network of ultra-modern, something truly new… truly new. We climb over neural pathways with ink and paint the shoulders of giants. We peer in their heads. We are skill cells with computer technology to produce and communicate instantaneously. We communicate rhizomatically!

We do not dream in sentences! We are mapping the invisible landscape, dissolving boundaries between art and shamanism. In the mythical Atlantis of our imaginations we converse in symbols, colors and in the absence of imposed meaning we have to extract signification from the random, the accidental, the mischievous. Gallery art is dead. Art is dead. The stream of symbols entering the body through our eyes and anja chakras. Into the body. Non representative language magick, creating images and sending them into cyberspace in strings of ones and zeros. We’re too busy making connections, performing sets us free from the bondage of consumerism.

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The Aeon/Last Judgement on the Path of Enlightenment.

The Magician of card one has reached beyond the grade of Magus and is nearing the Ipsissimus level of attainment. As we scale the heights of consciousness it is progressively harder to find language adequate to describe the conditions set forward in these high cards.
The post-Thelemic Mage has no fear of a christian ‘Judgement’ his heart was weighed at Death XIII and he freely occupies not just Amenti but all regions of Space and Time simultaneously.
S/He is a quantum adept, a barely human photon of electrical magick!
This card represents the terrifying freedom of the Aeon of Horus, as portrayed by the child Harpocrates (Hoor-Par-Kraat), finger raised to his lips in the ‘Sign of Silence’ and the warrior lord Ra-Hoor-Khuit. This denotes the being of this card’s ability to move back and forth along the infinite timelines of his mortal existence.
At this point in his career the Adept will cease to have much in common with the rest of humanity and retreat from public view. He knows that the earthly attainments which dazzled and thrilled him at The Devil XV are mere trinkets, he needs little in the way of comfort or nourishment for the Light of the Multiverse has permeated every cell of his aging body, (if he still has one).
S/He will use new digital media to proclaim his word and works.
His only reason for remaining trapped in decaying matter is to help others on the path and to comfort the few friends and loved ones that remain.
He is equidistant from any part of the entirety of creation, symbolized here by the arched body of the Goddess Nuit and the Holy Letter Shin (past, present, future, indeed all Trinities), represents the White Fire of boundless energy… something from nothing, which is the formula of a Creator!
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A Life in a Day Part One (Portrait of the Asshole as a Young Man)

The Day I Discovered The Rolling Stones

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I must have been nine, maybe ten. I can’t remember what else was going on in my young life at the time. My memories of childhood are vague and disjointed at best, but through constantly returning to this day, recreating it each time, it’s become part of my personal mythology. It was a day that would form the course of the rest of my life.
We moved house a lot. My parents had developed a strategy to allow them to keep us, my wee brother and I, clothed and fed when my dad invariably lost every job as a merchant sea captain after just one trip with a new company due to his chronic alcoholism; we’d sell our house and buy a smaller, cheaper one. We originally owned the granite semi-detached bungalow adjoined to my mother’s parents, granny and grandad Wilson on a solidly middle class street called Great Southern Road.
Like almost every other important event in the first twenty years of my life it happened at number 19, my mum, dad, little brother and golden labrador ‘Sinbad’ lived at 17, next door.
Things hadn’t got really bad at that point but they were starting to drift slowly downward. My grandad had sold the last of his five or six bakers shops long ago but I think he still had his silvery blue Jaguar which never moved from the lock up garage…
Anyway, while dad was either at sea or drinking large glasses of scotch whiskey in the chaos at 17, 19 was a bastion of somnolent order, Steve would be asleep in his armchair in the back dining room where the horse racing flickered on the TV, a newspaper open on his lap and betting slips piled on the table where he kept his cigarettes, matches and ashtray. The back room was where the sedate life of the house happened, it looked out to the huge, well kept back garden with its pastel green summer house right at the end. Granny would be wearing her ubiquitous floral dress sucking a boiled sweet or smoking, sometimes both, I’m sure.

How easy it is to drift away on a jet stream of memory, get back to the story!

So, the front room, was ‘the good room’ it faced onto the street and was never used. It was kind of a show room. I was only allowed in there occasionally, and never with friends. It was kept immaculate, the creamy colored carpet was spotless. I suppose it was partly for entertaining, except my grandad, Steve, was pathologically unsociable and discouraged guests of any kind. My mum told me when he had his shops and still had his bookie friends, they’d play cards in the summer house at nights and she’d sometimes find pound notes under the green felt covered table and even a fiver once or twice…
There was no TV in this room but there was a ‘radiogram’ which, when and if I ever get round to it, is the focus of this story…
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It looked just like this, in fact this might be the very model! I don’t know why I’d never looked through the collection of vinyl ‘albums’ before, perhaps I had, but on this momentous day I found an album that looked so different to what ever else was in the charts the year and month he bought the thing. Along with it he’d asked the local music shop ‘Bruce Millers’ to give him the top fifty albums. I don’t think he’d even opened the covers of more than one or two. He’d wanted a music player and needed records so had just bought the lot.
‘Through the Past Darkly’ was released on September 12th 1969, seven months and one day after I was born. It became a sort of memorial for the rockstar that did, and still does, fascinate me more than any other… Brian Jones. Perhaps it was because of the music that transported me back and forward through time that afternoon that I became fascinated with The Stones, ‘The Sixties’ and the fantastic, druggy, sexy world of my rapidly expanding imagination. It was the first music I’d ever heard that does what great art must do, it changed me, forever.
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The music was devilishly triumphant, joyful, rebellious… everything my DNA was moving me towards. I’d already started to notice good looking girls. There was something in the Stones I recognized in the thrill of the Hammer Horror films I loved so much. I’d heard The Beatles but this was something far darker and dangerous… I could hear… drugs. I was quite old for my age, most of my friends were three or four years older and we’d sometimes set fire to cinnamon sticks and try to smoke them. I’d recently been fascinated by another beautifully doomed, recently deceased star, Sid Vicious. I may be getting things mixed up, what came first, the ‘SID IS DEAD’ headline in ‘News of the World’ or my afternoon with the weird faces pressed against the glass of the hexagonal album cover I scryed? By reading the sleeve notes and gateway cover I realized that the one called Brian was dead. The radiogram was blasting me into an ecstasy… death, drugs, hair, hammer horror with sixties dandies pretending to be vampires and satanists, it all made perfect sense… hippies, guitars, pounding drums, pot, LSD, naked women! “I see a red door I must have it painted black”. Everything became feverish and surreal, like a flash-forward to the Nineties. The music was so exotic and exciting I think I left my body and was propelled into a swirling galaxy of sitars and maracas, snakeskin boots and green velvet bellbottoms… By the time I’d heard Dandelion and Ruby Tuesday I was in a delirium of the teenager waiting to jump out of my pre-pubescent skin. The ghost of Summers Future sang “it’s so very lonely, you’re two thousand light years from home…”. What COULD a poor boy do?
In ‘Street Fighting Man’ over the top of the fuzzing bass and the tumbling piano chords came a blaring horn, a continuous rising note… I didn’t know it then… but it was the pipe of Pan himself!

‘When this you see, remember me, and bear me in your mind, let all the world say what they may say, speak of me as you find’ (Anon poem, dedicated to Brian on record sleeve)

Dream Fragment… 3/10/15.

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Diary of a Dog Fiend.

I was somewhere down in the South of England in a big, seemingly wealthy house. The aftermath of a party… I was with a very pretty girl and another guy (We were all in our mid twenties). I think i’d slept with the girl the night before, she was almost French looking with short, boyish, jet black hair and big brown eyes. Her wealthy parents were away for the weekend but i remember meeting the father, a very suave, well dressed man, before they left.
The other guy had fair hair and looked a bit like a young Tory type with the collar of his rugby shirt turned up, but was friendly and pleasant enough.
As soon as i got my bearings i somehow knew i had to avert a tragedy that would happen later that day. I’d lived through this before. The girl would be asphyxiated because of a…

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Dream Fragment… 3/10/15.

I was somewhere down in the South of England in a big, seemingly wealthy house. The aftermath of a party… I was with a very pretty girl and another guy (We were all in our mid twenties). I think i’d slept with the girl the night before, she was almost French looking with short, boyish, jet black hair and big brown eyes. Her wealthy parents were away for the weekend but i remember meeting the father, a very suave, well dressed man, before they left.
The other guy had fair hair and looked a bit like a young Tory type with the collar of his rugby shirt turned up, but was friendly and pleasant enough.
As soon as i got my bearings i somehow knew i had to avert a tragedy that would happen later that day. I’d lived through this before. The girl would be asphyxiated because of a fire in a room she was napping in later that day, i had to prevent this from happening.
I’d obviously just met them the night before because we were just getting to know each other. We went out to an art supply shop that was also a restaurant. I thought about stealing some nice, soft pencils but thought better of it. For some reason i told them i’d recently sold a couple of paintings (in the dream this wasn’t true!)
When we were in a gallery part, where pictures that looked a lot like mine were on the walls someone from the girl’s past came in very angry at her, his eyes were bulging and he was shouting at her and trying to grab her. her male friend and I had to tell him to back off. She was very cool and charming and i knew i had to prevent her from going to sleep when we got back to the house.
i’d somehow been given a chance to go back in time (dream logic!) and make sure she didn’t die this time…
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Supermoon Astral Temple…

This was unlike other trips to the Temple and is hard to convey in words as i was ‘seeing’ and hearing’ simultaneously. It was unlike any previous ‘channels’ in that the voice i heard seemed to be mine, but exterior.

Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, Be Thyself!
For you are not only a Star but all Creation. A Multiverse an Omniverse. Everything is Within.

The hall pulses and throbs with beautiful music of every indigenous culture, that has been and ever will be. Electric guitars and ancient stone instruments, some made of bone, silk… All time has converged in this single moment. I see the march of human history. Our first space colonies, great shining cities, where there is no evil in the hearts of men. We have been freed from all restrictions, fear, shame and guilt. The serpent was never the deceiver, it was the imposter god Yaweh (Yaldoboath) and his Archons that tried to keep us blind. The group T.H.O.T.H. is but a cell in the body of The Great White Brotherhood. We must realize our true divine potential. Unhindered by unnatural laws and rules. Harm no-one and you will not be harmed. We must each take responsibility for saving the great goddess Gaia, Sophia, Isis… Mary.

The walls of the pyramid dissolve and we witness the eclipse. It is wonderous. All human history is spread out before us. it is indeed a spiral, but with no beginning or end. We must allow ourselves to be tuned to the new frequencies that are issuing from our home planets; Sirius, Orion, The Pleaidies, Arcturus.

We dance, joyfully, huge drums thunder and pound. We are all spheres of great luminous light, from red to violet, all here for a reason. We are stretched out on a vast open plain. There are standing stones which glow and hum, each at a different frequency, creating a sacred chord. All our past and future lives are, for this moment, one. Everything is one. These ideas become cliched without the experience of unity.

There is a predator species amongst us. They are the warmongers, the arms dealers, the men who Yeshuwa threw out of the temple. We are moving towards a decisive split. The Archons will make one desperate bid for power. They will not succeed, but the battle is still to be fought and we must believe we can win.

The War Song of Horus and Sekhmet begins. We carry the Thosis banner onto the field… the wind snaps as we stand proud and fearless. we are psychonauts, magicians, healers…
The Lion-People are here, representatives of all the Galactic Federation of Light…

We are entering a time of massive change. The true dawn of the Aeon of Horus, the Holy Child who symbolizes the union of the male and female polarities. The twin pillars of Solomon, joined, the two hemispheres of the brain… joined, human potential activated through LOVE. Love, even for the most evil and reprehensible among us and the species we have interacted with since the birth of homo sapiens. We need no prophets, we are all prophets. Religion must be dismantled and each man and woman must find their own way to spiritual freedom. Each with his or her own formula. Under the banner of Thosis, we are privileged to live in this time of great transition and if we can overcome the fear this planet can renew itself and live in symbiosis with mankind…

We must pay more attention to our dreams. Is not life a dream? Dreaming is the key to the next stage in our evolution. Keep dream diaries, at first small fragments, the more you focus on them the more you’ll remember. Lucid dreaming is a vital technique. Use the sacrament, use dreaming, go back to our shamanic roots. Let no one else’s system dominate your thoughts, let them inspire you, be role models, but you would not celebrate someone else’s birthday as your own. You would not claim to have written the book you had just read. See with your own eyes! Disconnect from your TV reality, it hypnotizes you.
Better the juice of a thousand poppies than half an hour of commercials! Play music, sing, dance, gather round fires, share wine and herb, play guitars as the flames jump to the sky! Observe the planets, tune yourself to the frequencies of the Earth. Eliminate all forces of control. Through meditation, find the void beyond language, free your mind and your ass will follow!
Be creative, find a way to express your deepest being, we are all potentially Picasso, Lennon, Mozart, our lives are infinite, all things are infinite.

We came in ships… We are our own gods at the cusp of the great awakening. The great year is like an exhalation. We will become fully individuated. We must help those who still sleep as the old guard tighten their grip ever tighter as time for them runs out. Sand running through their fingers, there will be violence and bloodshed but we must endure for we are of the light, for the light and because of the light. It’s time to reclaim our place at the table of the Adepts. it’s only fear that holds us back. magick is the sacred science, of consciousness, which is the key to unlocking the mysteries of the OOOHHMMNIVERSE!

Sit and listen to the music of silence. We must cease the eternal chatter and static that prevents us from BEING. We are galaxies, eternal, we cannot die, we are limitless, we are stardust, the light of a billion suns. Give and receive love, love, love.
That is all.

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