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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
In the last articles I dealt with some deeper aspects of occultism for our readers to get a basic idea of the occult in this article and other articles to come will be talking about voodoo and hoodoo. The spelling voodoo is common in the United States and in the Caribbean most people might hear the words vodou and vodoun these are the French spelling most commonly used in Haiti and the Caribbean. The word voodoo means the spirit of God Voodoo is a conglomeration of cultural and spiritual belief systems strongly influenced by the ancient voodoo religion of Africa. Voodoo is culture, heritage, philosophy, art, dance, language, medicine, music, justice, power, ritual and magic. It is a way of looking at and dealing with life. It heals and destroys is both good and bad simple and complex.Voodoo is open to all but hold secrets and mysteries to the uninitiated. In voodoo there are powerful spirits known as the loa they are responsible for daily matters of life in the areas of family, love, money, happiness, wealth and revenge. For voodoo high priest and priestess it's a way of life and is taken very seriously and they are very careful to whom they pass their knowledge to and are mainly passed down through family and as we know it was brought to the Caribbean by African ancestors who were brought to the Caribbean in bondage. The slave population was very diverse with many different tribes representing many religions languages and belief systems. It was during this time that the structure of voodoo developed as we know it today. Bless be !
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Thursday, February 26, 2015
In Europe among the Gauls there were statues of a horned God with variations in the name Cernunnos. One said Ernunno,Caronos. Some of the inscription were in Latin of Greek.Statues to Cernunnos are found all across Europe stretching all the way to Central Europe. There were even shrines to him found in Northern Italy. The horns represented robustness, virility, assertiveness, power and strength. It also represented royalty. In modern.paganism the horned God is often associated with sun and solar qualities. But look at the horns carefully sometimes they even represent the crescent moon. Horns have a lunar aspect as well. In many pantheon's the lunar gods are masculine.
Anyone familiar with the different forms of Paganism will realize that Cernunnos is not the only horned God. Let us not forget Pan,Aries or Dionysus. When Romans came to Europe they came across other horned deities as well. Cernunnos was at first identified with Mercury.Julios Cesar equated him with Jupiter. The other horned Gods found in.Northern England were conflated with Aries.
Sorita gives a full glossary of Egyptian Horned Gods and Goddesses. David Rankine goes into depth on Pan. Not only gods are discussed but so are those mischievious Puccas and unicorns.
The second part of the book is about personal experiences with the horned God. Authors write about meditations, encounters in the woods and personal anecdotes. The third part deals with horned Goddesses. They too had some power. The most written about are Hekate,Seleneand Artemis. The thee goddesses are thought to be three parts of one goddeEnjoy the blog
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
LUNA ACELERADAHOY, 18 DE FEBRERO DE 2011, A LAS 2:35 HRS. (TIEMPO DE M'eXICO) TENDREMOS LA LLEGADA DE LA LUNA LLENA. LO QUE BRUJOS Y BRUJAS WICCAN CONOCEMOS COMO ESBAT DE LUNA ACELERADA.
LA BELLEZA Y LA LUZ DE ESTA FUERT'iSIMA LUNA DE FEBRERO NOS AYUDAN A PLANEAR LOS PROYECTOS FUTUROS, A UTILIZAR LA CREATIVIDAD COMO UN PODER PERSONAL Y EMPEZAR A LOGRAR AQUELLOS CAMBIOS Y DESEOS QUE PLANEAMOS PARA LA PRIMAVERA...OSTARA SE ACERCA. PIDE A LA DIOSA QUE BENDIGA TU TRABAJO, TUS PROYECTOS PERSONALES, TUS TALENTOS...PIDE AL DIOS, PROTECCI'oN, FE Y VIGOR.ES EL 'uLTIMO ESBAT ANTES DE QUE LLEGUE OSTARA Y DEBEMOS ESTAR LIMPIOS PARA RECIBIR M'aS LUZ SOLAR, PARA RECIBIR AL DIOS VERDE Y DARLE AMOR A LA DAMA BLANCA, DEBEMOS ESTAR LISTOS PARA REALIZAR NUESTROS OBJETIVOS, POR LO CUAL TE RECOMIENDO HAGAS UN BA~nO RITUAL, UTILIZANDO INFUSI'oN EN TU BA~nO (UN T'e PARA BA~nARTE) QUE PUEDE SER DE HOJAS DE LAUREL, MENTA Y LECHUGA (LE'iSTE BIEN, LECHUGA). CUANDO EST'eS EN LA DUCHA, NO OLVIDES REPETIRTE "ME AMO, PORQUE SOY UNA(O) CON LOS DIOSES".
LIMPIA TU ALTAR COMO ES DEBIDO, Y CAMBIA EL MANTEL O LAS DECORACIONES, EL FR'iO POCO A POCO NOS ABANDONA, RECURRE A UN COLOR VERDE, AZULES, ALGO QUE SIENTAS QUE LE DA M'aS VIDA...
PUEDES INVITAR A ESAS PEQUE~nAS FLORES SILVESTRES QUE SE ASOMAN EN LA NATURALEZA, PERO SOLO UNA O DOS, PORQUE ELLAS APENAS NACEN Y NO OLVIDES HACERLO PIDIENDO PERMISO AL ESP'iRITU ELEMENTAL DE LA PLANTA Y A LOS DIOSES ANTES DE HACERLO.
COMO SIEMPRE NO DEBE FALTAR AGUA, SAL, Y POR SUPUESTO TU ALTAR CON TODOS SUS IMPLEMENTOS, YA SEA QUE CELEBRES EN TU MESITA DE TRABAJO O EN EL PISO, O EL JARD'iN, RECUERDA SIEMPRE TRAZAR EL C'iRCULO M'aGICO DE PROTECCI'oN. USA INCIENSO DE VERBENA E IMAGINA QUE LA PRIMAVERA Y LOS CAMPOS EST'aN FRENTE A TI.
ACONSEJO QUE A LA DIOSA PONGAS UNA VELA BLANCA PARA CELEBRAR EL ESBAT.
HAZ MEDITACI'oN Y L'IMPIATE DE COSTUMBRES QUE NO TE SIRVAN. ES HORA DE ORDENAR TODO LO QUE HAY DENTRO Y FUERA...
"LUNA QUE NACES DE LOS SECRETOS DEL FR'IO,EN ESTE MOMENTO M`AGICO SOY UN SER PERFECTO,BLODEWEDD, ARIANRHOD, CERRIDWEN...EL PODER ES M'IO,AY'UDAME DIOSA A LIMPIAR Y SANAR DESDE DENTRO!SIENTO EL AGUA,SIENTO LA TIERRASIENTO EL AIRESIENTO EL FUEGOSIENTO EL ESPIRITU QUE ME DICE...SIENTO AMOR POR MI MISMO"
FELIZ LUNA ACELERADA O DINAMIZADORA!
ESPERO LES LLEGUE A SERVIRSU BRUJO Y AMIGORA'uL DUENDE ELFO )O(
Thursday, February 19, 2015
We are born to die. Not that death is the purpose of our being born, but we are born toward death, and in each of our lives the work of dying is already underway. The work of dying well is, in largest part, the work of living well. Most of us are at ease in discussing what makes for a good life, but we typically become tongue-tied and nervous when the discussion turns to a good death. As children of a culture radically, even religiously, devoted to youth and health, many find it incomprehensible, indeed offensive, that the word "good" should in any way be associated with death. Death, it is thought, is an unmitigated evil, the very antithesis of all that is good.
Death is to be warded off by exercise, by healthy habits, by medical advances. What cannot be halted can be delayed, and what cannot forever be delayed can be denied. But all our progress and all our protest notwithstanding, the mortality rate holds steady at 100 percent.
Death is the most everyday of everyday things. It is not simply that thousands of people die every day, that thousands will die this day, although that too is true. Death is the warp and woof of existence in the ordinary, the quotidian, the way things are. It is the horizon against which we get up in the morning and go to bed at night, and the next morning we awake to find the horizon has drawn closer. From the twelfth-century "Enchiridion Leonis" comes the nighttime prayer of children of all ages:
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray thee Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray thee Lord my soul to take."Every going to sleep is a little death, a rehearsal for the real thing.Pray for Richard John Neuhaus.
Update: Kathryn Jean Lopez again:Over in the National Review world, we're anticipating the likely imminent death of Father Richard John Neuhaus. He's a Catholic priest who is on our masthead, was a longtime religion editor of ours, and founded the ecumenical journal First Things, which covers religion, politics, and culture. I'm a Catholic, too, and was surprised by the urgent pray-for-Fr.-Neuhaus-to-get-well e-mails. He's been sick for a while now; this is his second relapse of cancer. And, as it happens, doctors don't expect him to hang on for much longer. Which is sad for all who know him-a prolific writer, solid preacher, and generous man, he will be missed-and for all who would have liked to know him. But, for a faithful Catholic priest (and so many religious believers), death is actually joyous news.Update 1/8: From Christianity Today:Richard John Neuhaus, the Lutheran-turned-Catholic priest who founded the influential journal First Things, died last night from cancer.
More to come. In the meantime, First Things has posted a thoughtful essay by Neuhaus, "Born Toward Dying".
From Charles Colson, who worked with Neuhaus extensively on the Evangelicals and Catholics Together project and several political initiatives:Richard Neuhaus is one of the most remarkable human beings I've ever known, a man of extraordinary intellect, a great communicator and theologian. His writings will be his great legacy in the manner C. S. Lewis's are to us today. He had become a very dear friend and I will sorely miss him. He was one of the towering figures of our age.Blogger Justin Taylor has a good timeline of Neuhaus's life. [more]On Fr. Neuhaus - Kathryn Jean Lopez - The Corner on National Review Online, Richard John Neuhaus, RIP Liveblog Christianity Today
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Another week, another rock-solid episode of "Noragami".
"You know the drill - every week Noragami" just delivers the goods. More than any new show this season this is the one that's managed to evade the usual peaks and valleys - in fact, I'd go so far as to say the quality range between the "worst" and best episodes has been remarkably narrow. Given that it also looks like it has a chance to do respectably well commercially I wonder if BONES isn't second-guessing their decision to go one-cour - it's not as though they can't do more later (indeed, they already have three series on-tap next season) but there seem to have been creative changes made to accommodate a one-cour run (evidence of which appeared this week) that might be hard to take back later.
"The overall trend of Noragami" is definitely towards the dark side, and it's been so slow and steady that it's never felt jarring. "Consequence" seems to me to be a strong recurring theme here - the costs of our decisions and our actions, and the fact that the universe doesn't seem to like giving anything away for free, even to Gods. This is evidenced by a pair of conversations Hiyori - who's getting a crash education in the harsh realities of the spirit world - has.
First, she meets up with Tenjin while in search of the runaway Yukine. Indeed, the boy has been there asking for a job (again) but Tenjin rejects him on the grounds that if he accepted Yuki, the boy would become "a Nora". Indeed, this is a crucial moment in filling in the blanks of this premise - Nora isn't a name, but a classification for wayward and detested Shinki that have multiple masters. They're the black sheep of the spirit world, loathed by most and their use disdained by reputable Gods like Tenjin. Tenjin seems like a fairly decent sort - if a bit of a dirty old man and an elitist - but his kindness towards Hiyori only extends so far, and he doesn't seem anxious to get his hands dirty any further.
Afterwards, Kazuma pays Hiyori a visit on a rooftop, and this too is extremely illuminating. There are hints that both he and Bishamon (Kazuma calls her "Veena") have conflicted feelings about Yato - especially Kazuma, who "owes him a great deal". Kazuma also tells Hiyori that Yato will definitely die if something isn't done about Yukine, and that he should be "disposed of" as soon as possible. Also fascinating here is that Kazuma appears to be the only one on team Bishamon (there are at least eight Shinki here) that can see Hiyori - not even the Goddess herself can see her when she joins Hiyori and Kazuma on the rooftop.
I like Kazuma a lot - he's an interestingly nebulous and quite powerful character, and the sort of role I tend to prefer Fukuyama Jun in. But this entire scenario is interesting beyond any single character. There's such an obvious inconsistency of attitude here - Tenjin and Kazuma speak of Shinki in respectful terms, and both Team Bishamon and Tenjin seem built on that respect - yet they speak of Yukine as if he were an object, trash to be cast aside. The conflict is obviously being set up as an "either/or" with Yato or Yukine - if the one isn't killed, the other will die (though perhaps Yuki would die anyway if his master did) - but Hiyori isn't buying that it's that simple, and neither am I.
For now, there's the practical concern of Yato trying to stay alive. He's taken a job on the graveyard shift at a convenience store, and Nora (as we know her, and Yato calls her) has taken to torturing Yukine directly. Nora is clearly one of those detested ones Tenjin speaks of, the kind who you only use if you're truly desperate - but she's keen on Yato using her again, and another in the chorus calling for Yukine's elimination. Kofuku and Daikoku show up and offer Yato a gig eliminating one of the many phantoms that escaped from Kofuku's vent, which he accepts - leaving them manning the register in one of the episode's few comedic moments. But Yukine - after wounding Yato yet again by stealing the donations box (that really is pretty detestable) "dulls himself", and is unable to cut the phantom. Rather than turn to Nora, Yato has another of his weekly heroic interludes and "re-forges" him in order to finish the job.
"We're certainly left with a fascinating tangle here, with Hiyori seemingly the only one preaching the humanitarian approach to Yato (no, I don't think it's as simple as that "either). As well, the anime-original character Rabou ("Takahiro Sakurai") shows up whispering in Nora's ear - completing the reunion of "Shirokuma Cafe" leads and causing gastric distress for thousands of manga readers. And through it all, almost unnoticed, Hiroyi seems to be quietly drifting further and further towards the Far Shore. "Noragami" has built it's story brick-by-brick and done a better job of it than any other Winter series, but it has a formidable amount to deal with in the next six episodes.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
This weekend I performed the invocations on Friday and Saturday, which helped to accommodate the schedule of my lady and partner, Grace. She's having to finish up her schooling and needs Sunday to study for finals. So I made all of the preparations that were necessary for an early resumption of the work. Grace and I celebrated the Last Quarter of the Moon on Tuesday night with a meditation, fire and discussions about the second phase of the ordeal. I have arranged to have those days off from work, and I will be sequestered during that time, which means no media connections whatsoever. That will be odd, since my email and web access is kind of like a permanent appendage for me. Work was not as trying and difficult as the last weekend, but there were still tasks that I had to do on the weekend again, although they were not difficult or taxing.
A friend of mine suggested that the difficulty that I had the previous week may have had to do with the fact that I was transitioning from the Element of Air to Water, and that had it been the other way around the problems would have been less severe. I believe that he is definitely on to some profound insight, but I am not sure if that was the cause of the difficulties, since the spirits said that I was being tested. This was the middle of the first phase of the ordeal, and such activities are usually more difficult at that point than the beginning or the end. I will certainly take this into consideration when I examine and analyze the performance of the ordeal - a change may be done to the sequence of elements.
I managed to perform some kind of evening devotion every night, starting with Monday, using my temple time to focus on my personal Godhead and seek to obtain a sense of union and one-ness with it. Something is working, because I am experiencing an answering resonance when I perform this kind of devotion. I am also aware of the seed or pearl that Metatron planted within my soul, and I can feel it kind of stirring and communicating with me, appearing in my dreams sometime as a giant seed, or a huge pine cone, a black pearl, a golden Easter egg, or some other similar guise. There is definitely something there and it appears to be gaining power from my daily devotions. The meditations are also very quiet and subdued, though, as if in anticipation of some more profound occurrence. I found the quiescence of activity not at all soothing, it seemed more ominous and portending of what was to come. As it turned out, there was something building to a crescendo for the final two invocations of this part of the ordeal.
December 11 - Invocation of Seraphiel, Seraph of the elemental tetrad of Fire. Approximate start was around a few minutes before 8:15 PM, locking in the planetary hour of Mars. I was able to meditate almost an hour before the working, helping me to focus intensely on it and helping me to disengage from mundane preoccupations.
The mass and benediction were said, with Grace's assistance, which turned out a lot better due to the changes that we have both made. However, a few more changes are needed, but the Mass of the Goddess is getting ever closer to the state of perfection that we are both desiring.
I performed the invocation of Seraphiel and felt a tremendous force build up as I proceeded through it. Once I had completed the full invocation, the power emanating from the angelic entity was so intense and tangible that it literally knocked me flat on my back for a few minutes. I recovered, sat up and took the sigil of Ratziel into my hand and began to say that I had the authority of that angel to perform this working, but my words seemed to be drowned out by a roaring sound of flames and fire. I was hearing these sounds, but they didn't seem to disturb Grace, so I must assume that I alone heard them, or interpreted them as the rushing sounds of flames. It would seem that the invocation was proceeding apace, whether I had Ratziel's sigil or not - it didn't matter one whit.
It was then that I saw the vision of Seraphiel, and I was astonished at the clarity and magnitude of that vision. There in my inner sight I beheld a great towering pillar of flame, as if in the distance, although it's heat and the sulphurous smell of burning came to me as if in a dream. Then I remembered an old vision dream that I had when I was seventeen, a time when I was just starting out on my magickal journey. It was uncannily similar to what I was beholding now. I had even made a colored drawing of this vision and still had it somewhere amongst my copious files. Could that be? I don't recall that the column of fire I saw in my vision years ago had any kind of name associated with it, or if it was even a spirit. You can be the judge, as I am including that drawing in the beginning of this article.
Then I heard the voice of Seraphiel call to me, a voice that sounded like rushing air or steam, and the voice said: "Frater Barrabbas Tiresius, we have indeed met before a long time ago in your perceptions, but only moments ago for me. Although which came first is unknown to me, for time is indeed strange and disjointed where I stand." I then saw a crystal clear vision of everything that had been happening to me around the time that I first had the vision and made the drawing. It was a time of newness, adventure, extreme sexual awakening and the desire to master life and to find a fitting path for myself. Little did I know what would befall me during that short period of time, which I now know as distant memories of a long and lost time. Magick during those days was new and every occurrence was deemed great, majestic, hair raising and profound. I was transported momentarily back to that time and was able to see and sense what I knew then, although superimposed upon my memories and the wisdom of being able to judge myself as a middle-aged adult. What a strange sensation I had with all of this, almost as if it were possible to talk to a version of myself that was 17 years old, nearly 37 years in the past. Then it was 1972, today it is 2009 - and I remembered that I had that vision and made that drawing probably in the same month as I am doing this invocation. I felt strange and weird by the convolutions of different times and the oddities of fate that had so impressed me back then.
When this peculiar phenomenon had passed, I was to witness and experience a new and even stranger phenomenon. I felt a great rush of power emanating from the pillar of flame, surrounding me and then entering into me. It circulated the pearl of wisdom planted in my soul and seemed to super-charge it, so it glowed brilliantly like a tiny star. I heard a voice say to me sounding like rushing air, "So I have quickened this seed planted in you by Metatron. So it shall grow and expand until it reveals its mysteries to you - soon. Take care to continue to nurture it with good deeds, compassionate intentions and devotions of the love of the Godhead. All will be revealed to you soon enough by my counter part, the Cherub of Fire." Then, I felt a great paroxysm of ecstasy and rising passion emanate from the seed, and the sensation grew to such a great extent, that I thought it would cause me to pass out again. But it passed, leaving behind a sense of warmth, glowing love and devotion. I felt deeply touched by this entity, to the core of my being. I heard the final words said to me - "the seed now contains the poems and songs of God intoxication, and my wisdom. You will find all of this at your service once you gain access to the revealed pearl of wisdom within you."
Then the emanation of Seraphiel faded away and the vision grew dim until it was gone. But the sensations still continued for a while, and I was amazed by what I had seen and experienced.
The next day was another work day for me, even though it was Saturday. I was busy in the morning with work related issues from morning to early afternoon, but nothing was difficult or unexpected, and all was completed without any difficulty. I seemed buoyed by the experience of the previous evening, and everything felt like a blessed event, sweetened by some spiritual light that was yet unseen.
The evening meditation session was long and needful, however, I noticed that I was getting strong impressions of sensing the future, especially the future of this very ordeal. I was hearing my journal entries and blog articles in my head as if I were writing them and had already passed through the entire ordeal. I felt elated at my apparent success, and how this was going to be perceived by other occultists and magicians. Then I came to and realized that I had quite a bit of work yet ahead of me. No sense in celebrating something that would very likely challenge me to the core of my being. I also became aware of how harsh and difficult the final three days are going to be. I saw myself engaging in sessions of weeping alternating with sessions of ecstatic bliss - it was all very disturbing, as if the very boundaries of time had become momentary loose. It passed, and I was able to focus on doing the working, but the experience really haunted me as I attempted to shake it off.
December 12 - Invocation of Rikbiel, Cherub of the elemental tetrad of Fire. Approximate start was around 7:15 PM, which locked in the planetary hour of Venus. I felt that the very martial spirit of Rikbiel would be moderated by that planetary influence, so that is why I chose it. I was hoping that the harshness of Rikbiel would be so mitigated. As it turned out, no mitigation was necessary.
Grace and I performed the mass (but not the benediction), and it was probably the smoothest and the most powerful iteration so far. I felt very pleased and happy at my performance, and things seemed to mesh between Grace and I really well. Everything seemed to going really well, and that mood carried me through the invocation.
The invocation was performed without any mishap, but I almost made a mistake in the execution, and quickly corrected my action. I guess I was getting a little too carried away by my upbeat mood, and then strived to insure that the rest of the rite was performed in a proper manner. The invocation came to climax, and felt a great rush of power emanate from a presence that I could not see. That presence felt stern and very martial, there was no warmth or kindness in it at all. Then I saw orange and golden lights appear before me and take the form of a blurry outline of a human like entity with shining golden eyes, like two brilliant stars. Due to the malevolent nature of what I felt, I held up the sigil of Ratziel and said that I had the authority of this angel to summon him, and then I began, unwittingly, to admit my faults, flaws and how unworthy I was to even attempt this ritual. These admissions came unbidden from me, and I found myself almost groveling on the floor of the temple.
Then I heard Rikbiel's voice, a kind of tense whisper, say to me, "All your admissions and abasement are unnecessary, for I have already judged you as worthy of this ordeal. For the truth is that you would have been stopped by one of my seven colleagues if you had failed to prove your worth and the rightness of your intention. There are no delusions in your soul, since you know your failings all too well. You are as other mortals are, and therein is nothing to be ashamed of. Rise up and face me." And so I did as I was asked. I then had more vague and ghost like impressions of the near future, and I felt strange, as if time had multiplied itself and everything was happening at the same time. Rikbiel said, "These are the ghosts of the future that will be happening soon. They represent the fact that I have appeared to you even before the invocation, due to weight of having successfully invoked the previous seven of these great angelic spirits. I bless you on this chosen path of the ordeal, and I shall aid you in your quest. It will be another new path opened up for others, for that is what you must do once this ordeal is accomplished. Beware, though, for I must warn you that having passed me, you are locked into this ordeal and cannot turn aside. It must be accomplished, there is no turning back, for madness and self destruction shall overtake you if you would deem to quit at this time." He told me that what I must do is to intensify my devotions at this time and increase the love and devotion that I feel for my Godhead, and seek ever more ardently for spiritual union.
He also said this to me as parting words of wisdom, "If you believe that performing this ordeal is the conclusion of your work, then you are greatly mistaken. It is but a humble beginning of a life long aspiration that will continually test and challenge you. Most notably, you will take upon yourself a great yoke of spiritual and temporal responsibilities that will require you to teach and guide others. You must continue to give alms to the poor and support to your local spiritual institutions, and volunteer yourself to your community. You may not be isolated or aloof, but fully engaged with your community. You will be shown a mission, and you must fulfill it as part of your spiritual true will. Such is way of enlightenment - there is no rest or time to accept the accolades of others, which in themselves, are meaningless. Vanity, delusion, jealousy, envy, spite, pride and arrogance - these petty emotions will be no more, since that part of you must die soon. Prepare for it. To be a servant of the people is the lot of one who is deemed a high adept by others - but you shall never know the fruits of your labors."
The emanations of Rikbiel departed, I gave it great thanks for appearing, and felt a relief that the final invocation had now been completed. I was completely exhausted now, but the memory of his words were etched in my mind, and they did not cheer me or give me any pleasure.