*puts His 'magick Orbs' On The Table*, new to the boards, lookin fer astral light Options

[size=3][b][color=#CCCCFF]Greetings members of the Sacred Magick Forums. I'm getting older, and my awesome cosmick powers are depleted by self's annihilation.

Struggling for a sense of what is real, hoping on some miracle, praying to anything that might hear me; this is not who I am. I well know my God, one of Creation, Wisdom, Power, Energy, and Life. My God is real, what can I say, I call Him, "Jehovah God". I can hear his voice in the wind, the leaves as the breeze rustles through them, in thunder, when vehicles pass by. Now I got one more thing to say about that... if you people here are fake magi, I'm not going to support your forum. And by this I mean, you call me mentally ill and spew that garbage about 'taking your meds', you ain't got nothin more to say to me and vice versa. I won't put up with it. You don't like the fact that yeah, I can hear plain english coming out of my cat's mouth, and if I meditate, and clear away the voices in my 'paranoid schizophrenic, psychotic and deluded mind', yeah, I can hear a god, the only God that needs to be. It's a Cosmic Entity, with power to do, be, and create anything. I got a lot of faith, cuz as a satyr, I didn't last long. I became human, figure it out. You'll see I'm as real and realistic as a man can be when he's spent his life building the very knowledge and religion of his future. That future is now, my time has come, who so joins to me, will have a sharing with me in Phaentia.

Yeah, I got a long whacked out life's story. You prolly got your magickal life bound up in the faint memories of what is the knowledge of pride. "Saith The Magus, Unto Thus" If you like Crowley, talk to me, what's left of him lives in my heart, and thrives in my phantasy. You know that picture where he's got that stupid little smirk on his face? You're looking at a severed head, folks, and I'm the one of the few that remember how that happened and what went down that day. "Smile or we burn out your eyes with this cigarette, and you'll be born blind." and that's how it went. I know a lot, you can't really crap me out with foolishness and lies.

I'm here for the prime reason... to find people who want to psi-scape with me. I don't really have much use for elaborate rituals, because I can't hold my mind long enough to complete them. As a former King Of Earth, my claim over all the females has been destroyed. As it is, I can't have kids, I lost my real years ago, cuz when you're dealing with a flesh and blood, pure blooded ancient, hey, don't blame the magick blame the magus. I wasn't ready to kill those boys, and if it hadn't been what it was, I wouldn't be this chain smoking, coffee drinking, scribing phantasy master that I think I am in all truth of what is possible for the remaining vestige of my hope for becoming the Devil God. It's said by the thunder, "No man has ever come close to knowing the mystery of the Devil God." and I think it's true. A lot of people want to worship the Sephiroth, or, Medusa. They want to be the ultimate sexual being, some even go as far as to say that it's god. Well, you make up your mind and I'll thrive in my own space. I ain't come here to take away choice, just sharing the real of who I am, and hoping that we can meet up on some chat line, or organize an astral event. That's the real key here, I want to test and refine what remains of my ability.

You'll notice that I call myself "Brainwaver". Well, Shadows Of Reality. It's just that simple. You can call it light wave, shadow flare, gravity impulse, or neural frequency. You get to be my age, and as poor and trod down as I am, sure, you yourself may fare a lot better, but I'm living my dream. I'm privileged to be able to sit in an old church, and raise up the foulest language, cursing and insulting these demonic freaks who want to put our spirits to sleep. And it's like the Book says, "He ends more foolish than when he began." Yeah, that's me allright. I can go on and on with anything, cept biology, I'd have to check my other book for that. And math, oh god, I'm horrible at math. Sure, maybe hundreds or thousands or multitudes of years ago, I formed the Chronomap, or continued the work, or whatever happened in that distant ghost of mind, but now, I can't even multiply a fraction. Just what happens when you don't want to be bothered with it anymore.

So we'll see how this goes. Anyone want to do some astralling, let me know in PM and we'll set up a time for our meet. I've had several successful psi-scapes already, and my psi is at a peak. You want to sit there and flame me with 'delusion', I'll tell you to be the one to get real, and don't worry about it, just relax and tune to the void of my heart where truth is know in what truth means when truth is the only truth that needs. I anticipate your response, anyone, you're not dealing with a wind bag, more like a bag of wind. I'm here, and I can't wait to check out the rest of your forums. But I'm tired, my spirit wants to sleep in that static white and black hell, I might just lay down and die tonight, and go to my Phaentia and see my Tia. Ask me questions, I'll give you honest answers. And later, I'll explain some of my theory and method, I consider myself a shadow priest, but I don't take it too seriously. No support in local area, nobody to even talk too about god, faith, and soul's magick. And if your magnometer spikes tonight, just remember that Crowley knew a great deal about everything, the Methodox is only partially restored, and will be destroyed again and again until it is at last, vanquished, and we are free to be as strong and awesome as we can. We already are, form up on my right, matterize jet suit and prime shock-plasma projectiles. We're gonna blow the heavy cruiser and leave the pods for the devouring winds of time. If it's war we live for, it ends in death. But it's freedom as the reason for why we fight, it's freedom that we live for, and it ends in hope.

EEEEK!!! - DUALISTIC SCHISM'D EGO-BRAIN!!!

howdy, jeh0vah-ruled, and cautiously welcomed, as i would welcome any traveller with less than a full tank, with an open hand but pikes made ready at the back of the hall

do you consider yourself tasty? - well that's pointless, all ego-brains say they're tasty - let's try again, if you were food, what kind of food would that be?

ok, we'll meet up, astrally, but i get to set the place, and that place is, of course, the table of the magician's card from any tarot deck - anytime (its always 6pm sunday there)

alas, the mods never allow me to toy with my food, especially if its crazy - Phaentia is roleplaying bs, not even a decent archtype as far as i can tell - sheesh!

He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
They're the kind that will talk
Through wheezing of cars
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
Cuz I'll never never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide cuz i'll never never sleep alone

Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore
Swollen on the shore
everynight
in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cuz I'll never never sleep alone
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let Me Die
Cuz I'll never never sleep alone

8 minute song, 4:50 of psychedelic madness

This post has been edited by esoterica: Sep 21 2009, 08:48 AM

Ha ha, if I were a food, I imagine I'd be 'hamburger'.

Just got up, had many crazy dreams. We were on some kind of ship, and it was the end of the world. "Weapon" from FFVII was on the loose, and some giant aliens were about to destroy everything. But I made it home, but it was midday and we could see the stars, I wonder if those are real constellations.

Nothing really to say right now, except, Phaentia is not RP bs. It's the very land of the Brainwaver, Shadow Lands, Soul Scape. And I have no idea what you are talking about for the astral meet site, for now, I'll just go to my hill and meditate. Nice to see you, Exo, and... be blessed.

I've started a practice of 'worshiping God'. I figure you can rise on that alone, because, you're harmonizing with the highest energy, invoking it continuously, and allowing it to work on your body. We'll see how it goes.

Not much to say, like I said, just got up. The brain is still half asleep. My intros are always wicked, after that, well, we'll see.

>>Exo

close, its just es, like 'ehsssssss'


>>worshiping God. I figure you can rise on that alone

there are many things called 'God', i wonder which one it is? - and rising on that alone, ummm, is that like living without ketchup? - who are your god's ancestors, when and where! - perhaps She whom i serve has heard of them...


>>And I have no idea what you are talking about for the astral meet site,

egad! - you have no knowledge of the tarot?

there, fool, in the card (on the table), whenever - there is always a party there, with all sorts of people and even some creatures dropping by - nice guards around for the fearful

tattwa, then daydream and let the telepathic charge of the card take you there - walk among the huge instruments on the table and find the party - you usually see the boanfire first, but sometimes you hear someone first - anyway there's no vamping/tramping or the guards pounce, so its one of those icky 'safe for all ' places

(IMG:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/d/de/RWS_Tarot_01_Magician.jpg/150px-RWS_Tarot_01_Magician.jpg) - wikipedia

you should bring something to share, like maybe some live spring water, or a couple of fish?

This post has been edited by esoterica: Sep 22 2009, 07:26 AM

Hey Eso. I need a quart of gasoline. lol, naw, hey, I'm gonna send you a PM sometime soon, soon as I get around to it.

Well, I'll try riding the card sometime soon, tonight, I tried to absorb a universal aura. It's going to take more time. Don't have the intensity I need yet.

Not sure what to say. Other than, all these 'finnicky logical people who condemn everything' aren't very logical. You can sit there, honest to god, you can sit there and spew nothing but the most sane, absolute, and healthy logical truth right into their faces, and they puff up, get insulted, and condemn you. Then they start playing 'are you a victim', and they offer all kinds of advice and nice things to say, but it's all garbage. I know what i am, even if I don't have horns anymore. I say let the Rapture come and let this worthless deceptive civilization self destruct into nothingness. Better that way, less people insulting my Goddess.

oh, you ARE tasty! - the jeh0vah references taste odd, almost like garlic - 'come the rapture' = suicide by god? - its not the standard tetragram, that's for sure, the trinity in absentia (oh what a cool name for a painting of this wrathful godform that brings only destruction, destruction without love or tenderness, or even reason for the rapture)

anyway, pm to your heart's content, perhaps you are worth more than the latest blush indicates? (hey, i'm too busy writing to do better lol)

i'll be somewhat at the party, hanging out with the creatures of the twilight path, probably in some shadowy spot as we don't like too much light - pop on down whenever and i'll bring the rest of me lol - its always 6pm sunday there anyway - hebrew national hot dogs sound like a good buffet item, so look for them - kosher, even

"all you witches, channellers, vampires, we know who you are - you will all get the point of our one great god - you will learn what it means to suffer in torment! - you will know what it means to be boiled alive and atomized and drawn down, once comes the great rapture of our god!"


This post has been edited by esoterica: Sep 23 2009, 08:16 AM

Spoken true as words of justness, ever unto thusness. For bourne up hopes for soup and dinner, the creation of the heart's true winner. Scathing in the aftermath, the lasers of the fire star ships course with a burning away. Ever into justice. For Devil's born by Heaven's Light have seen the grace of god, and angels roameth upon the high places, yah, even of our world. There in transformation, the wakening of retribution, given unto favor. Heart's delight by bound in faith to attribution, forsaken not be by all things. Ever into thusness, the thrusting of the thus in thusness.

LOL. Ok, I might try and find a way to tap that astral. Watch for some bad ass teenager, who is going around handing out free psi balls.

ok, i'm there sunday 6p your time, so do it - 'be there or be square' as my uncle used to say

hmmmm (stretch) its saturday, the day where i witch-fly over the mountaintops - only i don't post while i'm doing it lol

so i'm off to see the wizard....and i will see you tomorrow evening - remember the instructions, its very easy, just stare at the card and the table in the card, start to daydream, and let the card take you to the party - absolutely no monkey business while there or the guards will f%*! you up - just behave like you're at a biker bar with really huge mean bouncers

of course an ego-brain like yours will probably say, "oh bring 'em on, i'll take 'em all", but if you want to see me you will have to behave

see you there, if you can make it - and hopefully i'll see everyone else there too

Well, when I first looked at the card and did what you said, two fiery entwined serpents lashed out at me from The Magician's table. I grabbed them and wrapped their heads together, then ran away. So I don't know if it's actually safe or not. Should I have waited to see what they would have done instead? Maybe they would have coiled around me, but then again, perhaps The Magician casts on the double, sensing discontention.

By six pm tomorrow I should be sober. Definitely be ready to visualize, or, as they say these days, astral project. Really, it's as real as you make, I hope I'm at your psi level. Harmonized with neutral paradox, then embedded in the eye of reason, heart's foundation creates the energy of time, for to love the heart was given, even unto revelery of saints in permutation. Angelic with the ghost of holies, memories of tombs unbidden in the dust. For it was sacreligious, seeking in their freedom, but wholly for the sake of justice. Even with the multiples, the division was yet more numerous, for it was a casting of the heart of the very omniverse.

Perhaps born of petty triviality, through drunken state to wild enchanting vehemence. Though blood by the fruit of mind, in extasy the role was granted play by truth of all ambition. Phantasy! The very Phaentia! There in roaming soul scape of the psionic rhthym, waved on the pulsars of it's resolution, given form in sentiment of what must be real to be henced in thusness. Even unto gracious justice. For it was bidden of the lands beyond the scope of time, give force to us in our due season, let us not be forsaken unto freedom.

Ok, I'm getting ready for it now. Not sure what form I'll take yet, that's part of what I'm getting ready. If you happen to see hot chicks moving around, and some kind of bizarre half phased demonic looking entity, it's me. But I'll be handing out psi balls, anyway. Cheap ones. lol Not quite sure how to do this, but in essence, it should be no different than attaining lucidity in imagination. Gonna have a pot of coffee and a couple more cigs, then I'm going to try it. But the fiery serpents worry me, are they something I have to accept or destroy or what's up with that?

Well, Eso, I tried. Soon as I got there, I had a dark flare, and a guard showed up. Oh wait, before that, before I was consciously trying, I was dancing with some super babe with long, puffy, curly, reddish brown hair, and she was dressed like Tifa Lockheart. So then she turned into Tifa Lockheart, and helped me defeat a guard. So all kinds of stuff 'happened', whether you can verify a demonic half phased teenage satan and some babe like Tifa and another one with swords, that's all up to you. But if you were at the bonfire, did you notice anything unusual? I was over near the end of the table, and apologized to The Magician. But when a bigger guard showed up, Tifa did some kick of hers and knocked his head square back, but he snapped back into place and leveled her with his cannons. So I reanimated her, and tried to open a portal out of there. Luckily, The Magician couldn't prevent the Shadow Lord from helping me stabilize the portal. Also, if you notice any crab like spiders, watch out, I don't really know what those are, but He threw them like shuriken and then they expanded into the things. And when I got back to the Brainwave, eldritch magick was working and is still working to enervate the realm. I hope The Magician understands, I might try and go back again in a few minutes.

But actually, in my prep, I was learning how to 'release gravity', banishing some negs. Gotta go straight through the physical and just get rid of any atomized structures that may be embedded in my spine, brain, or neck. I'm sure this will work. Also, it's time. Time to grow a honky tonk. LOL. Should be able to do it, just gotta keep the right pressure. So that's my report, I'll try going back soon, before the party ends.

oh, i was there - 'something with swords', lol, interesting description for trying to keep your ass alive and let you get away more or less unscathed - those weren't cannons, btw

what the hell did you do to piss off the guards like that? - you knew that if you behaved yourself there will be no conflict, so lose the ego and just behave properly

let things calm down a bit before coming back in, then try again - jeez i hate food with drama - satan himself (if he existed) could come to the party unscathed, so why can't you?

the only thing that riles up the guards is doing the vampire thing or squashing people on purpose, being a bully, etc, so just behave

This post has been edited by esoterica: Sep 27 2009, 07:08 PM

oops, i'm afraid i'm getting old and i have drained him a bit more than i should! - oh dear, shriveled! - oh well, i shall remember him fondly, like a grand mariner creme brulee' from the casino resturant - mmmm...now those were the days! - is it finally time to bend time? - perhaps head back to lb's steakhouse (sadly re-decorated and renamed) with the ambience of the english hunting lodge, rough-hewn timbers, dead ducks and faithful dogs, and oooh the coldest ceasar salad with anchovies and italian panchetta bread croutons, the escargo, twin lobster tails as big as your forearm with a little pewter castle thing for heating the drawn butter, that amazing white cheddar sauce and large elbow macaroni, steaming hot and swimming with monsterous scallops and insanely huge shrimp, that grand mariner creme brulee' singed by the perfect waiter to a thick crackly crunch, and a perfect cappuchino served in a hot mug as big as your head! - yes!, yes! YES!!! - i would indeed like to go back, to lose the fear of tomorrow, but instead i'm heading deeper into the invisible world for october - its getting a bit dangerous down here in the physical world with all the loony plot-iticians that make the brainwave on drugs sound sane - see you round the campfire though, anytime and anyplace - that goes for you too brainwave, my luscious food, that so big ego, that wannabe satan/angel, so tasty, i will see you in your dreams....

In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
in the knee-deep graves of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off children of the past
Their aging fingers cast the Shadow of Death

Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slit the skin of your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles
silver knives and spoons
silver knives and spoons

persona read women dance with priests on a side road
your vision perspectives are turning to stone
cabaret slide show starts shooting their loads
Act one is the end, the show
now begins...

Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slit the skin of your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles
silver knives and spoons
silver knives and spoons

Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
a child's muddled cry turns into hilarity
ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity

The luxuries of past days are
the luxuries of our days
The luxuries of past days are
the luxuries of our days


This post has been edited by esoterica: Sep 28 2009, 11:41 AM

The power of the soul, then magnified, doth they love it truly? For the child was slaving unto no end for it's suffering, and they all would sing and dance and laugh.
But it was a truly putrid existence, for even the air of the planet was choking. Misery in that darkened corner, whereby the world had not known peace.
Shadows Of Life, hmf, how they love it thusly in all their memories, for they have none, they are given unto life's stagnation.
Phantasy and astral vision, now with magick wrecked upon all fathoms, the Omniverse itself does pattern a likely fate, for those who challenge the source of all for season's of the perversions of evil. Even the Living Omen himself does not know of this secret, thus, why no man shall ever speak of mercy. Given unto fate.

are you guys serious about astrally meeting in that card?

Well, when I first looked into the card, these two fiery serpents entwined came out at me. So maybe that's a good thing. But I didn't like it. And i fought it. And I left out some details about my journey to The Magician.

Ok, if I can remember, geeze, felt like time was suckered back and all jiggled around, I got so drunk, I think I'd better watch what he or she is saying. I figure it's a she, it must be, truly. How can I paint a face to a girl who goes beyond words? Even with the trickling of profoundity in rhthym, broken by the silent pause, that retrofading pulse of time. Harmonic in the base line repetition, but magnified by light of sacred soul dimension, not putrid with the stench of craven after images, but wholly felt like mind in dawning of a new age for the cosmic children. Beaten by a forgesmith's hand, then destructed into light by fire's unknown, the power of that Tainted Blade Of Justice was a sanctum peircing duality of men. But with the battle waged, the forces are aligned in a justice ever pure, for eternity is shameless, baring all things as they may happen upon it, upon us all, let it be for benevolence, purged of greed for the duality of vengeance, stricken unto heart's most searchable limit.

But when I stepped into that card, I was as tall as The Magician Himself, and he looked at me with a slight eye, nudging towards the table. Having actually been to the table once before in a life that was not, actually, forsaken, it is known of the skull and candle tower, where the virgin of hope is bound to the suffering of the flame, ever burning steadfast like the sharpening of mind against all reason for purity in vain. And there by the crook of the nostril the serpent binding memories loosens it's grip upon the tasting of it's moment, and slithers with a trickling whisper into the depths of unknown mind. For there perched upon the caliper the leperchan himself does sit and blast with ass a dirty limerick, even unto pleasures grotesque in their embelishment, like a tazer to the gasping mouth where shocked is the amazing cry, "The Lord is with us in spirit!! The Lord is with us as we drink our whiskey!! Lay her down and fill the crevice with my gold, you limey buggers, bought and sold beneath the light of my eyes!!" And the crooked talisman weaves with wavering hypnosis, the vibrations of the coming dead, spirits bound for the duration acceptable in the face of knowing forces of the truth of holy mind.

are you guys serious about astrally meeting in that card?

yes, and anybody can, except for checkers here - an ego as 'tall as the magician himself' lol - lose the ego and meet with us by the campfire anytime (its always 6pm sunday there) - we just sit around, roast some marshmallows, etc, over the campfire, and talk - bring no weirdness (as in what this idiot pulled) - check the coffee shop here on the forum for previous posts

stare at the whole card for a few minutes, then at the table in the card for a few minutes, then daydream going there, and let the telepathic flow take over - reconnect if you disconnect and think of it as play - ask questions and wait for the replies before asking another

http://www.sacred-magick.org/index.php?showtopic=7177

c ya there


oh meat, you seek to fill me with your gold? oh the temptation of never having to eat physical food again, just pull yet another quart from the willing host who once gave so freely! - you really should closely examine where you are putting that thing, as the snapping teeth may smartly close and never, ever release their bone-scraping grip! - there are far more things in earth and air than you can ever imagine - http://hubpages.com/hub/esotericas-gates

This post has been edited by esoterica: Oct 8 2009, 11:25 AM