The Blaze

It all starts with You. Your mind will steer destiny and transform the future to reflect your thoughts.

 

As with most things, mind requires discipline in order to not become diffuse and dilute; your nous and intent should be razor sharp, laser focused, and for this to occur Ritual is the most direct tool for the job.

 

There are many books and grimoires out there, plentiful youtube teachings, clubs and orders you can become member of that utilize their own methodology and instructions, but ultimately it all comes down to You. 

 

Neoplatonist and other philosophical schools taught that ritual is very much a personal experience, that the most genuine kind of rituals are the ones you hold in silence and alone.

 

I invite You, gentle reader, to commence the construction of you very own ritual.  You will be the orchestrator and executer of said Ritual, and this should be the Ritual of a Lifetime.

 

Choose your garments. Choose your gods or daemons. Choose your words and utensils. Dig deep into your imagination and find the places Your fecundity comes alive.

 

Perhaps like me you choose the Tarot as a base, with the Greater and Lesser Banishing Rituals that employ Hebrew names for the constructs that mind births. Perhaps you throw runes or maybe strip naked and dance around a fire at midnight with a clutch of menopausal women.  This aspect remains entirely yours but be certain to pour feeling and passion into acts and words, directing mind and imagination into a pin point beam of intent, taking aim at that which you Will to manifest.

 

For some this will might be the object of their desire, for others the demise of their enemies.  If you are anything like me then maybe Chaos is your thing; perchance the decent of the Agents of destiny and change is what really rocks your boat, and I am not referring to events like the flap of a butterfly’s wings (although there are aspects of this that will come into play later),  I am referencing phenomena that rock the entire globe, perhaps even our solar system.  

 

Think BiG, think Stellar, think Shiva Dancing around Ashes of the profane, smearing Himself with the dust of their bones, rejoicing in the annihilation of Evil.  Think Kali wearing the intestines of the uninitiated as garters, intoxicated on the screams of irreverent and noxious, skin crimson, drenched in the viscera of her victims.

 

If you need inspiration then listen for the cries of the innocent echoing through the corridors of Time; babies left to rot in incubators as everything around them goes up in flames.   Scrutinize your surroundings, infused with the blood and suffering of the children forced down mines in order for you and I to be able to scroll 20 second tik-toks and other social propaganda being fed to us directly through our fingertips; everything we touch and everything we own is stained with death and shit and I’m fucken tired of it to tell you the truth, I feel it’s time for a change so here goes everything.

 

Gather tools and spells.  Decorate with crystals and skulls.  Shriek like a banshee at the moon, or copulate never to climax, ejecting the Serpent Kundalini up your spine and into the Stars. Whatever works for you just go with it, but one thing we must all have in common is One Star in particular: T Coronae Borealis, the Blaze Star.

 

Blaze’s imminent eruption will flood our skies with an immense amount of cosmic energy, enough to tip the scales in our favour, flooding the universe with plasma of infinite potential. A handful of us focused on ONE THING is enough to alter the fabric of space-time and to change the course of human history in the favor of the polloi, we must not surrender to the blueprint of the tyrants who seek to take what is rightfully ours.

 

Manipulating starlight, the same kind of light we are made of, is not a new technology, ancients all over the world held their rituals around the revolution of the stars and constellations. Some faiths still do.  Coronae Borealis’s Supernova is my personal invitation to you.  Its Ritual Time and we were born for this moment.

 

Pax Et Lux.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Begins

It begins like this:  It begins with YOU.  

It is nearly quarter past Midnight as Kronos enters The House of the Fixed Constellations. Everything resonates with a sombre melancholic emotion too primal to ignore. Etz Ha-Chajim, Saturn, The Youngest of the Old Forgotten Gods, a Titan that once ruled over Chao and a Son of Gaia, Mother of Us all, regards us from The Heavenly Thrones.  Looking down upon His Mother, The Father of the Gods watches as we rape and pillage Her. He has watched this happen for as long as humanity has looked up.

Her once beautiful Forests that breathed life into the Heavens now a handful of rotting twigs. Her azure waters and green lakes now receptacles for humanity’s effluvia.  We have become so far removed from the nature that IS us, we barely resemble anything of Earth's origin.

Kronos ticks His way through the Eons and guarantees one thing if nothing more.  That Time will bring Understanding, this circle or calamity has its place in the Divine Plan, yet Gaia’s screams still echo through the Void, reaching the Heart of Dark Stars that are watching the abominations imposed on Her by Her very own creations.  

Gaia is dyeing and the Citadel of the Stars lament their Sister. Gaia who rose from the bosom of Chaos to be the Queen of the Immortals now lays stripped naked, burning under rubbish and filth, whilst Zion looks down upon Her in great sorrow.  

'Yod He Vav He Elohim who will avenge our Mother?  We beseech You, Great Titan Lord, call Upon the Ancient Ones to crush those that defile Her that begat us all’.

Saturn looks down upon me in tenebrous silence as dark clouds chase across grey skies.  It is anathema to petition the Gods without ritual, I am not surprised my rant has not been heeded.  A Ritual is required and I need to prepare.

The First Trumpet

And so it comes to pass that in the year 2025 the world is turning into a technocratic dictatorship.

Isreal is on the verge of completely occupying Gaza, essentially committing genocide with the blessing of the rulers of this world.

In the United States Donald Trump is serving his second term and is obliterating all semblance of a world we would be proud to raise our children in. 

Cognitive and civil liberties are being eradicated, we are being subjected to a daily bombardment of propaganda and fear.  

Already Artificial Intelligence and robotics are taking over most of our professions; Cambridge scholars are lining up for jobs at TESCOS; the books and articles we are reading are primarily written by a long line of Zeros and Ones.  There is no stopping this but there is one final barrier the armies of the Ignorant have not succeeded in conquering. The realms of Nous and Mind.

Many wars are being waged for this final prize but thankfully we have the Stars on our side. Heavenly Bodies are looking down upon us with much concern and worry.  

This is a Call to Arms.  

To all the Magickal Family, from the Priests of the Isles of the Nile, to the lone crones, smoking pipes make of clay and nightshade: GET YOUR WANDS AND CRYSTALS OUT! STAND UP TO FIGHT!

The Cosmic Technologies required to overcome these parasitic invaders has been handed down faithfully from our ancestors to our parents then us.  Look deep within your hearts and minds to find the breadcrumbs left that will lead you back to the path Truth.

I repeat this is a Call to Arms.

Keep an eye on this space.

Ankles and Throats

As we speak atrocities beyond comprehension are occurring in Gaza, the Zionist War Machine has unleashed a mandate of utter annihilation upon the people of Palestine.

 

Yesterday they dropped missiles upon the few aide workers left in Gaza and thus all but completely isolating the Palestinian people from the rest of the world.

 

Journalists are prohibited, humanitarian assistance is stifled, and those who happen to remain and speak out are assassinated in their own homes along with their misfortunate families and loved ones.

 

A distance of over three thousand miles separates us from Gaza and its people, yet even from this distance the echo of their suffering is deafening.  The ground sinks with the weight of their grief, the water we drink is salty with their tears, the calamity that is inflicted upon them rips through the fabric of our realities.

 

As tanks roll over the small brittle bones of the children, hateful politicians play dice at the feet of the few innocents that remain, shuffling back and forth; Isrealis ordering them to go North, then South, bombing them either way they flee.

 

The world has gone mad, absolutely mad. A few days ago Zionists bombed the Iranian consulate in Damascus, what some claim to be Israel's effort at instigating WWW III.

 

Ironically none of the above are what occupies me the most. The event that shook me the most occurred only a couple of hours ago, with a publication in the +972 magazine entitled “’Lavender’: The AI machine directing Israel’s bombing spree in Gaza”. 

 

In a nutshell, drones being dispensed from the skies equipped with AI programmed to eliminate people of interest, and also slaughter those close to thesm, in order that this barbaric butchering become a lesson and an example of what is potentially possible.  The message does not only involve the Gazan people, it resonates around the world. 

 

The dawn of AI in the use of warfare is so frighteningly barbaric and soulless, it boarders of the edge of insanity.  Is this finally the manifestation of all our hate and bile in the form of the consequence of our collective actions? Replete with machines that will slaughter us in our sleep?

 

Sure, there might be token humans, with morals and values, scattered here and there, but most of us are corrupt and vile, our iniquities etched out in gore and blood, spun into the fabric of space and time through conquests and bloodshed.  

 

Those that rule us, the social engineers along with the plutocrats and kleptocrats that pay them, have determined our kind, the poor, are better off as fodder and chattel.  

 

We pay taxes since the moment we are conceived; we continue like this until our demise.   Our youth and vitality are hijacked, our children sent off at an early age to learn how to be slaves, our lives are diminished to repetitive menial jobs and unfulfilling existences.  The rich and powerful harvest our entire beings; body, spirit and soul, then turn all our blood, sweat and tears into bullets and drones that kill infants as they sleep. They claim to do this in our name.

 

This is not another angry post concocted by some hormonal middle-aged woman, this is an actual ‘What The Fuck People?’ in the face of the entire World.

 

My entire being resonates with actual disgust and fear at the events destined to transpire next.  Perhaps people are as dumb as they seem, ignoring the fact that Palestine has become the sacrificial lamb in the genesis of a new reality, one that will witness the transition of our freedoms into a nightmare of corporal enslavement and capital bondage.

 

As disparities continue to arise between rich and poor, as more and more people become destitute, how long will it be before attempts at a revolution arise and drones come for us?

 

Not long.  That’s the real answer.

 

I contemplate all the beautiful people I have ever met, all the artists, all the musicians, all those that made life worth living and experiencing.  These people don’t deserve such a fate, neither do the people of Gaza.

 

I Damn Those that dared defile us, that dared take what was pulchritudinous and honourable, full of enormous potential and creative force, and turn it into a chard lump of flesh and metal.  I Damn Their Children and Their Grandchildren, Damned be their homes and monies too, along with those that serve the twisted ideal that others are somehow not human, not worthy of life.

 

Damning however will not be enough to stop the deluge of darkness that rises in the Corridors of Power; already the nebulous Beast of the Apocalypse stirs in the minds of the Ignorant, and the Serpents of Deception and Lies wrap around our ankles and throats.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Study on the Great I AM

The Flame flickers forward, the sweet almost impatient sound of the First Breath ‘iiii’.  Then it flickers back, an exhalation echoing the urgency of Creation ‘hhhhhh’.  Pulsing Darkness wraps around the amber fluid quicksilver light that Is Existence, it is here that every living being commences their journey, with the ignition of individual consciousness and the birth of personal life in the Kingdom of Light. 

 

The Darkness is the vacuum of the Abyss.  No amount of Knowledge, Wisdom or Understanding could ever surrender its complete apprehension, tis the place where even immortals dare to tread.  

 

An Infinite amount of Nothing, NO-THING eternally disgorging Information as Light, translating, transubstantiating, transcribing through the cosmic void, zigzagging backwards and forwards through the stars, erupting through black holes, white holes, dark stars, surfing magellanic gas.

 

Falling, tumbling, raining, cascading down upon us, like chrism it engulfs us, rippling over our sleeping minds, the white noise tapestry upon which time and space is woven.  The Great ‘I Am’ forever ‘I Aming’, a psychedelic self-manifest tesseract ricocheting, boomeranging, recoiling within itself, strumming the chords of Galactic Birth.

Cosmic Waves of Creation lap and tug at my feet as I wait upon the shores of The Shire, watching as helpless newborn infants rot in unattended incubators, whilst Zionist led murderers commit atrocities that have no name.  

 

‘Iiiii, Hiiii, Iiiii, Hiiii’ Softly, rhythmically, life and death dance cheek to cheek to the cadence of humanity’s impossible evolution; my mind wonders and blossoms with the potential every moment brings.

 

Then anger wells up inside me modulating the horrors that I glean.  

 

‘This too will pass’ whispers The Aether. ‘The Voyage has just began, your rage at the maleficence of innocence has no home in the Kingdom of the Blind.  Watch.  Wait.  Breathe.’

 

My thoughts stumble as the images of close to a million displaced people litter my screen. I stand aghast as I watch children as young as three pull at their hair having being driven mad by the insanity and brutality of war.  I bare witness to the complete annihilation of everything that makes us human and worthy of the gift of life.

 

Women, men, children, young and old, nothing is sacred everything is butchered and consumed in the relentless pyres of our insanity and rage.  Human beings have managed to conquer life and light with the sounds of steel and murder.

 

I must not hold my exhalation, ‘Hhhhhhh’, this too shall pass.

 

As a species we are coding our own evolution with our actions and thoughts, and the price of our asininities will be the consolidation of the vibrations at which we function.  At this point our fall from Eden is guaranteed, although an alternative route to the Citadel of Stars may not be out of our reach.

 

Our Patriarchy will never permit us to escape our Base Chakras because, let’s face it, this is where the money is. But we CAN open our eyes to the Truth of our Nature, and perhaps learn how to Breathe again.

 

 

‘Iiiiiii…..’

 

The sound of waves crashing on a beach, water caressing gravel and shells, the frothy ocean pushing up up up towards the shore.

 

 

Little more than twinkle in an obsidian tapestry, we momentarily imprint the testimony of our history in the fabric of the never-ending inundation of Atman’s Breath, all we really are is simply Cosmic Dust being blown around by Divine Indifference.

 

Our wars and struggles, our history and achievements, our darkness and our light will determine the Paths of Tomorrow and the Destinations that await us. At the end of it all all we will ever encounter are the shadows and reflections of our failings and  shortcomings; we will all bare the cost of our inadequacies, each and every one of us.

 

I close my eyes and meditate on Brahman strumming the harmony of Creation. He plucks at the chords of Destiny and Fate, Atman’s Heartbeat Oscillates, a maximal torus rooted in eight-dimensional Euclidean space; the Shimmering Void echoes in the collision of deep space Ultra Massive Black Holes

 

‘Hhhhh….’

 

I surrender to the Interminable Ocean of Life and give myself to the immeasurable and unbounded waters of the Trimurti.  Creation, Preservation, Destruction, three faces of Brahman’s Wisdom.  Drifting untethered amongst nebulas of inconceivable voids my mind is free and at peace, two Flames at the heart of my existence. I. H. I. H over and over again and NO-THING more. 

 

The Waters splash and moil, I AM, here and there. Shiva beckons for a dance and I emerge from the Galactic Ebullition as Kali Unbound.

 

 

21 days later

As we speak there are nearly 2 million people moving from the North to the South of Gaza.  Most of them are children under the age of 12.

 

There is no electricity and no running water, medics are performing amputations on the streets of Gaza without anaesthetic or sanitation whilst Israelis are dropping bombs and missiles from the sky, enacting some sort of biblical requite to the October 7 massacres. 

 

Images are flooding our screens of butchered babies, avenues of bodies enveloped in dusty burial shrouds, hospitals filled with the very vulnerable turned into craters.  This shit is getting heavy.

 

We are at another cross roads, so it seems.  A gilded age that has witnessed the birth of multiple fast billionaires at the cost of pricing a human life as low as eighty cents a day.

 

Child-mined cobalt from the Congo that powers most of our technology in the west, can be traced directly from the toxic deadly pits to the consumer producing tech giants.  The very same aforementioned billionaires that have somehow managed to transubstantiate unspeakable suffering into profit.  A dollar bag of heterogenite, the price of the life of a Congolese Child

 

Every single time something similar has happened int the past, the very same events repeat themselves.  ‘History may not repeat itself, but it often rhymes’ remarked Mark Twain.

 

In The Ukraine we are at day 611 of the invasion as the war machine grinds bones to dirt and dust. Families are torn apart whilst Putin parades his nuclear bombs along with his ego.

 

Utter and complete madness is unfurling, unwinding people’s hearts and minds, we have become immune to the suffering of our sisters and brothers and accustomed to images of extreme atrocities.  Real life is now more horrific than any horror narrative we might ever imagine.  I can feel our collective hearts skipping beats to the tune of the carpet bombs in the Gaza Strip as neighborhoods and the memories they nurtured are annihilated in the furnace of revenge.

 

From the tower of my thoughts I am witnessing the army of plagues and afflictions that resides within each of us breaking the conventions our conscious and logic selves once created in the aftermath of events such as these. Its not a good sight I tell you, my heart trembles with the knowledge of what we are capable.

 

And from this point in space and time I extend my deliberations out into the cosmos with hope that someone, something, some celestial provenance might attend to our plight and to the woes and travails that are humanity’s growing pains.

 

The echo of my thoughts returns to me, assuring me that all is well, all is as it should be.  Such a cliché if you ask me, but there is absolutely nothing else to do other than surrender to coils of Fate and Chance.

 

 

The Black Shabbat

It’s been a week since Hamas broke through the borders that separate Israel and Gaza.

 

They bulldozed through parts of the wall, and over others terrorists paraglided two at a time complete with machine guns, bombs, grenades and knives, intent on destroying not only the Jewish people themselves, but life and love and everything that is good and sacred in and about humans.

 

In the early hours of dawn they reached outpost Kibbutz, places that were created as the last bastions and beacons of hope and freedom. These collectives had dedicated their lives to serve peace and humanity, throwing their arms open to those across the Wall, welcoming them as co-workers and brothers. Their intent was to create a beautiful paradisial garden in the middle of the dessert, watered with communal and shared effort and love.

 

The Kibbutznicks dissuaded their children from joining the Israeli military when their time for service came, they denounced any form of division between people.  Many often went into Gaza with medicines, food, supplies and volunteers, others had protested vociferously against the unjust treatment of the Palestinians people, spokespeople for a two-state solution.

 

Most of these unique and beautiful individuals are now dead.  Killed, gun down, massacred in the most bestial way imaginable.

 

On the Sabbath that Hamas targeted the Kibbutz the SuperNova Music Festival was also well underway.  More than three and a half thousand young revelers, many barely over twenty, were gathered to celebrate life, friendship and infinite freedom, the festival itself sandwiched a couple of miles between the targeted Kibbutz.  It was a slaughter.  

 

The terrorists seized the roads that the youth were using to escape with their cars, and by the hundreds they proceeded to gun them down with submachine guns on both sides as they fled. The guiltless didn't stand a chance

 

These are the headlines we have been reading for over a week.  Accounts of the slaughter that are now emerging telling of atrocities too extreme to even contemplate.  Severed heads dismembered, scattered burnt, women, girls, boys, grandmothers, torn apart, violated, daughters raped atop of the bodies of their families, their friends, their loved ones.

 

To make things worse these beasts took hundreds of hostages from the Kibbutz and from the Festival.  Children as young as 4-5 months old, babies, girls, grandmothers, anyone they could get their hands on.  They took these people into Gaza strip, hiding them well in concealed tunnels that run for miles and from where they will most certainly never emerge. I dare not contemplate nor imagine what atrocities these incident lambs will witness. 

 

What have we become that we are worse than the nightmares we thought to create in books and movies? Who are we really when we dare not face the truth of our ugliness?

 

Today there is a mass exodus of over 1.1 million innocent Palestinian people.  Where are these people meant to go?   Israel has issued an ultimatum that Norther Gaza be evacuated, with hundreds of thousands of troops ready to march in at any moment.

 

The world holds its breath once again.  If we continue like this we will surely suffocate.

 

The curser on my screen continues to flicker on an off, a digital heart-beat as I watch words unravel from under my fingertips.

 

A deep dark sinking feeling is growing from inside my belly, a bloated distended sense of something imminent.  I pull a card and The Tower stares at me from my lap.  Death follows suit along with the Chariot Reverse.  The dank feeling creeps towards my mouth, a soundless groan. 

 

‘This is what they want’ my groan morphs into words.

 

‘This is exactly what these failed men with massive god complexes want.   The end of the World, or at least the World as we know it now. They want to tear it all down, reflecting what they feel about life themselves.’

 

And it occurs to me that when I had lost all conviction in life the one thing that gave me faith and hope, that brought me so much solace and comfort and led me through the darkness of my life, my choices and my deeds, is now the whole and solely one reason we are in this mess.  Its all God’s fault.

 

In His name we cut down our neighbors fields, in His name we burn babies in theirs beds as parents watch.   In His name the horrors that echo in the silence of the aftermath of the unspeakable madness that occurred that Sabbath morn.

 

I flicker through the internet, stopping here and there to collect more accounts of insanity.  A dogs head blown off, a young girls body being paraded through Gaza with a bullet to her head.  A now crimson container that held over 30 young bodies, still wearing their dancing clothes, all huddled in fear as grenades showered them, shredding limbs and heads from beautiful life filled bodies.

 

In one clip a young girl and a young boy hide huddled together under a tree.  She is still very much in a psychedelic state, her eyes are gorgeous and her pupils so wide they could fit the Milky way.  She is only 16, she could be my daughter.   Both remain quiet and look up at the blue sky that surrounds them in the eerie silence that follows the aftermath of the unthinkable.  Birds sing in the distance as the boy mouths 'Thank God we are still alive'.  I dare not contemplate the horrors that escaped from Gaza and came to haunt their small fragile young hearts…. My children, my lovely young children who were meant to be safe in My One and Only Church.  The Mind.

 

I contemplate all the times I have taken psychedelics, the beautiful wonderful awe filled places that I visited so often with such feelings of safety and belonging.  All this innocent space now defiled and left in tatters, the veil of the dimensions being withdrawn from our reach.  How could we spout empty promises of liberty and love ever again when all the while we lie?   There is no safety here nor there nor anywhere, we are at the mercy of something so vile and so unimaginably grotesque it does not even have a name.