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.
