Magical Squares

[Sirius]

  For Spirits when they please
Can either Sex assume, or both; so soft
And uncompounded is thir Essence pure,
Nor ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb,
Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones,
Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose
Dilated or condens't, bright or obscure,
Can execute thir aerie purposes,
And works of love or enmity fulfill.

[Sirius]

Not content with such
Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart
Of Solomon he led by fraud to build
His Temple right against the Temple of God
On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove
The pleasant Vally of Hinnom, Tophet thence
And black Gehenna call'd, the Type of Hell.

[Sirius]

[Sirius]

 "Gatekeeper, ho, open thy gate!
Open thy gate that I may enter!
If thou openest not the gate to let me enter,
I will break the door, I will wrench the lock,
I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors.
I will bring up the dead to eat the living.
And the dead will outnumber the living."

If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit [Ain] are one. If I droop down
mine head, and shoot forth Venom, then is rapture of the earth,
and I and the earth are one

Damp earth, grave soil,
burrowing beetles

Wind chimes, shells, bone
smoke, hearth and home.

Mugwort, wormwood, myrrh
Come, guest Tyr
kitty kitty purr



 

What are dreams and is there different levels or dream worlds etc.?

Specifically dreams. Not the astral plane or whatever other crazy stuff you are into unless the two can't be separated.

I'm trying to figure out wtf I'm experiencing and also want to explore dreams. The closest matches I can get is Turiya (Vedanta), Barzakh (Sufism ), Dream Yoga and possibly something from the kabbala .

This is a pretty good description.
"A person in Turiya is simultaneously aware of the dream state, the waking state, and the transcendental reality beyond both."

That "transcendental reality" is what I think people refer to usually when they talk about the astral plane. You see projection of your dreams there, like an actual projection, there is a hologram running with your dreams. You can enter and exit it. At the same time you are in the astral plane. Your are also 100% awake and all your normal senses still work.  Your everywhere at once.  You are not asleep during this. wtf

What's going on with dreams? How do I get that projection to do something else, is there deeper levels?

edit: Any comments are welcome, you don't have to be some kind of guru or expert.

Ashtaroth Adds: The differences in the current are rather subtle, therefore one must be vigilant in learning to meditate in their splendor while immersed within their glory. This can be accomplished within the vast caverns of the intellect being always aware of the blending of the physical and subtle bodies. That gray area where light and darkness converge within.

Ashtaroth had this to say about Daemons and lying: What use is the mind if it cannot think for itself, nor find solace in its own counsel? Sometimes a mistruth is in lack of trust and sometimes it speaks volumes of the magus in question. A clue to the harsh realities facing his journey forward, or a response to inspire independent thought and reason because the Daemonic cannot be relied on for all things lest one becomes dependent and unable to function as a physical being. We are not corporeal. Dependency can be a problem between the mortal and spirit worlds.

[Sirius]

Igor is old I am told.
Igor is the perfect tool.
Igor's form has ever been favored by the gods!
Igor's back is broken from channeling the gods!
Ego is the master,
Igor is the soul.




Eir
Gentle, holy Ear,
healing goddess,
soothes wounds and pain.
Holy hand,
you bind wounds and heal ills.
You give life and health,
and banish fear

You give life and health,
you bind wounds and heal ills.
Holy hand,
soothes wounds and pain.
healing goddess,
Gentle, holy Ear,
and banish fear.



For there are Thrones under ground 
And the Monarchs upon them 
Reign over Space and Beyond 

Invoke Them in Darkness, Outside 
The Circles of Time 

In Silence, in Sleep, in Conjurations 
Of Chaos, the Deep will respond . . . 
-From the Qabalahs of Besqul 



-He Shall Come by Steffi Grant 

[Sirius]

Learned allot about the flame, distance doesn't matter, a combination
of things. Trying to dispel illusions still just brings more manifestations.
The demons are teasing me  

The birds! Pigeons are getting slaughtered everyday, the hawks are
having a feast. The population of pigeons is declining rapidly.
Lot's of new birds species around

Current obsessions, Paradise Lost, I don't know what
possessed John Milton to write it...horrors 

"The world is ending!" ahahahahahah hilarious reactions on media.
Luna was super cute when she was excited about the angles, if she only new...

The world speaks to me constantly now, drastic lifestyle changes has to be made

childhood memory: A big hybrid lion walking around and then rearing up against
a tree becoming a boulder, seen while playing at a stream. And then it's just
a boulder like it was always there. Breaks comprehension

The spirits are obsessed with hybrid creatures. Who can explain it?
Birds too large, wrong colors, weird insect amalgamations also large.
I just don't know. I was told not to judge or be surprised

liminal spaces, elements like smoke, fire, mist, wind brings strange visitors

[Sirius]

...had oats for breakfast, left the abode to go buy honey . The people are all demon possessed! Integration remains difficult "hello, hello, greetings, greetings, Shalom! Wa alaikum assalam! God bless you! Ah! you can hear me now?! verry good...."  should wear talismans to patrons or something for protection, heard it helps, I don't know

Journals..interesting form of writing but allows for great freedom and creativity. I will have to read more of Jacques books. This is probably the way to go 

Gimmicks like birds, playing with a candle or learning some craft adds layers in an interesting manner. It also functions as an almanac that is more useful than just dates. I'm sure such a practice will create great insights over time, emergent complexity is one of the fundamental laws. Practicing art is important, doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Whatever it is gets better with time and sleep

Craving for apples is out of control and insatiable, eating 24/7
delicious! Got a honey scented candle, yay!



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Accomplished what I wanted to do on this thread long ago and that was to explore the magical book and it's art that the Daemon gave me. Not necessarily represented here per say.... It may sound strange I know...but that is because you do not mediate and practice art. The instructions from the book worked. Why wouldn't it? Also got stonewalled with some topics as I said so best to wrap things up and shall try and do so once again shortly

[UltraBudgie]

I am very wary of scented candles. I'm not sure why.



The just seem like they have an agenda, ya know?

[Sirius]

I am very wary of scented candles. I'm not sure why.

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The just seem like they have an agenda, ya know?

If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit [Ain] are one. If I droop down
mine head, and shoot forth Venom, then is rapture of the earth,

So stretched out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay,
Chained on the burning lake; nor ever thence
Had risen, or heaved his head, but that the will
And high permission of all-ruling Heaven
Left him at large to his own dark designs

Belili [sister of Tammuz] had gathered the treasure,
With precious stones filled her bosom.
When Belili heard the lament of her brother, she dropped her treasure,
She scattered the precious stones before her,
"Oh, my only brother, do not let me perish!
On the day when Tammuz plays for me on the flute of lapis lazuli, playing it for me with the porphyry ring.
Together with him, play ye for me, ye weepers and lamenting women!
That the dead may rise up and inhale the incense."

Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool
His mighty stature; on each hand the flames
Driven backward slope their pointing spires, and, rolled
In billows, leave i' th' midst a horrid vale

"Go Namtar, imprison her in my palace.
Send against her sixty disease, to punish Ishtar.
Eye-disease against her eyes,
Disease of the side against her side,
Foot-disease against her foot,
Heart-disease against her heart,
Head-disease against her head,
Against her whole being, against her entire body."

Then with expanded wings he steers his flight
Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air,
That felt unusual weight; till on dry land
He lights--if it were land that ever burned

"Go, Namtar, knock at the strong palace,
Strike the threshold of precious stones,
Bring out the Anunnaki, seat them on golden thrones.

So Satan spake; and him Beelzebub
Thus answered:--

Learn the poems you will. Like owls they will teach you. froggy jump away

To the land of no return, the land of darkness,
Ishtar, the daughter of Sin directed her thought,

Gatekeeper, ho, open thy gate!
Open thy gate that I may enter!

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture without end


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[UltraBudgie]

Yeah loike that
None of my beeswax
She came in like jasmine
And left like citronella