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DKMU Godform Cycle Week 6 – Red King

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It should be noted that I had liminal state visitations as a young child from an entity I called at the time, ‘the Sandman’. One time the Sandman even appeared to me in the sky during a full blown waking visionary experience. He was often accompanied by a companion I referred to as his cat. Now as it turns out, the Red King is also known by the name ‘the Sandman’, and I had wondered if they were one and the same. On day 5 of his week, 663 claimed that Red King was indeed the Sandman of my childhood, and that he himself was the cat. It is also true that we only started the godform cycle because Idris El Senussi recommended we work with the Red King. We decided that if we were to work with a godform other than Ellis, we needed to get to know them all. Hence starting the cycle.

Now here we were, starting our week with Red King, in some ways the entity we set out to evoke in the first place, at least originally. I felt excited and nervous.

Day 1

Dream: I was buying and selling second hand CDs in a warehouse market. A recurring theme in some of my dreams. I was looking at some CDs from an underground artist that made instrumental trance inducing music for various moods. I drop something on the floor, perhaps a CD insert, and bend down to pick it up. As I do so a smartly dressed Japanese woman walks up to the same stall. She makes a statement about me being a pervert for crouching by her feet looking at her legs. She is wearing red semi-high heels and black stockings or tights and a red skirt. This contrasts with the CD cover art, which was all in cool shades of blue and green.

Sighting: Cycling to work in the morning I sight a red squirrel crossing a quiet residential road a few feet in front of me! I had not seen one during my commute before and I haven’t seen one since.

Ritual: We start with a KIAO followed by our customised calling for Red King. I do not manage a visualisation of Red King, but sense his presence and feel him urging me to start an automatic writing. Red King tells me that Dana is driving KIA forwards, whilst my fussing over details whilst ignoring important issues has held KIA back. He tells me I need to open up and collaborate with others more, not just with KIA, but in other projects. He suggests I might need to do an Abramelin style working at some point.

I ask about the red squirrel sighting. He answers evasively, suggesting that perhaps it is a messenger. He refuses to spell out the meaning however, saying I must do so myself.

I ask about my dreams. He tells me to look out for the colour red. He congratulates me for noticing the red shoes but tells me to look out for more…

Film: Limitless (2011). Theme seems strangely relevant to Red King.

Day 2

Dream: Standing on a hill near Foyers with Dana. We have a couple of clear plastic pipes and feel disappointment that these were all that we were provided. Who provided them? The Red King? Were they for Boleskine House?

Sighting: Sitting in my living room having breakfast before work, I witness a beautiful sunrise and watch a large flock of geese fly over in wedge formations.

Sighting 2: In the same spot I saw the squirrel yesterday, today a duck waddles in the road before me. What is going on?

Film: The Lion King.

Ritual: Tonight I feel a compulsion to dress differently for the ritual and wear a red t-shirt and red poncho with bare legs and feet. I got the feeling from Red King that black tracksuit bottoms were not appreciated. This time I find my focus drawn to the triangular ‘heads’ of the sigil, rather than the central ‘Q’. I get the sense of a monkey on the lap of a larger monkey king. As I remember the triangle head of my childhood ‘Sandman’, I receive a visualisation of a snarling black dog. I wondered if Red King was showing it to me. He was.

As I talked to the Red King I began to feel like my life was more and more dream like, like nothing in it had any more or less significance than any dream. My sense of the boundary between dream and waking life has been blurred. My dreams seem more real, and my waking life more dreamlike, as if the two worlds were colliding and I was caught in their meeting place.

Day 3

Film: Phantom Boy

Ritual:  Today we drink a tea with sleep inducing herbs, such as valerian. I lay comfortably on a bean bag and Red King gave me an image of bunny rabbits. At first very cartoony. When I enquired about this he replied simply “The Rabbit Kingdom”. I was shown images of rabbits from #eTHErSEC, Alice in Wonderland, DKMU posts and of course Silver Lapiny Coney.

“The Rabbit Kingdom” he repeated, “you are a part of it”.

He reminded me of my love for Watership Down as a child and how I even had pet rabbits. He then showed me the snarling dog from yesterday again. “Recognise it now? It is the one from Watership Down.”

Suddenly I remembered the dog from the film. It all fit together, but I didn’t know the significance yet. He then reminded me that we saw many rabbits during Zalty week in Foyers, and that I also see many of them whilst cycling along the canal. I’d been taking them for granted I see them so often.

I also remember the scene from the beginning of the Watership Down film, where Lord Frith hands out the gifts to all the animals and the rabbit, El-ahrairah, is frightened and hiding so gets blessed on his rear. Red King suggests I need to look to the list of attributes granted by Lord Frith to El-ahrairah and understand them in a magical context.

Day 4

Dream 1: Lionel Snell reads me a story from a book about some Japanese men who find themselves in a train station with free tickets to anywhere. They imagine themselves headed to a house of their own with a cute little name and garden. As Lionel turns the page it reads “like you know only too well”, Looking up from the book Lionel adds “I do, oh I do” with a nostalgic smile.

I tell him I always imagined this book was written by him. He tells me that he is sorry to disappoint. I console him by saying it is okay, and telling him about a couple of authors I came across recently, one which sounds like myself and another that writes like Jaq D Hawkins. I should note that the last time I saw Lionel, I was with Jaq in the British Museum, this being shortly before he moved to South Africa.

Dream 2: I am browsing a social media website when I come across a video. At first it looks like an animation loop but as it breaks the pattern I realise it isn’t. I have the sound down, but suspect they are singing something. I get the impression the song is made up of famous lines from lots of other songs pieced together. It was very artistic and funny and going viral.

There are three rows of six people in the video and I notice Cat Vincent and Damien Williams at opposite ends of the second row. They both hold up a small golden pyramid with black sigils marked on the facing surface. These sigils incorporate the Operation Intruder CE5 sigil in a stylistic way.

I then dream of explaining this video to Dana.

Film: Watership Down. Inspired by yesterdays evocation, we decide to re-watch this classic. We learned that the blessing of Lord Frith was “Very well, I will bless your bottom as it sticks out of the hole. Bottom, be strength and warning and speed forever and save the life of your master. Be it so! El-ahrairah, your people cannot rule the world, for I will not have it so. All the world will be your enemy, Prince With A Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.”

We were also struck by the realisation that Kehaah was a form of Kia, what with the similarity in name and the gul resembling the vulture used by Austin Osman Spare to symbolise Kia. The gul shifted the emphasis to highlight a more maritime, and hense pirate, nature.

Ritual: We employed whiskey in this ritual and felt we needed to ask the Red King about the coming Conjunctio Gnostic Mass. First I asked for and received an automatic drawing.

Then Red King broke down the structure of the Mass, with the beginning involving the interaction of himself and White Queen, and the finale being the reaching of Conjunctio, amongst other advice. I won’t say too much so as to avoid spoilers.

Day 5

Dream: I construct a makeshift sigil stand from nothing but paper and sticky tape. When I finish I realise I am sitting in an office at one end of a large shared desk. I put the stand away in a pile of papers and start rearranging and tidying the mess of cables and other items around the computer.

I look for a story and as I do so begin talking to other people in the room, perhaps in response to one of them taunting me. I have written a story only to have someone else publish it in their own name. I hadn’t shared it with anyone. They teased me that I must be psychic (having picked up the story of the other author), or were spied upon by a psychic that stole my story. I presented them with the more down to Earth explanation that a hacker had found the story on my machine, liked it, and been in a better connected situation to get it published.

Sigil: This morning I prepared the sigil for White Queen, ready for her week which was to follow from this week with Red King.

Films: We spent some time catching up on a bunch of DKMU youtube videos we hadn’t yet seen.

Ritual: Whilst meditating on the sigil I see it differently than on previous days. I notice it as representing a bird, a hatchling, an egg, and inside the egg a Q representing the sperm uniting with the ovum. The entire life cycle from conception to death. I had seen seen insectoid and alien forms, a squirrel and a monkey, but until today never the birds.

“I can be whatever you want me to be” I heard these words, apparently from the Red King.

“Can you really?” I replied sceptically.

“Do you really imagine that dreams can only be fantastical? Think of all the times you have dreamt of mundane things like school or work. Then think of all the fantastical experiences you have had in your apparently ‘waking’ life. Reality is not much different from a dream when it comes down to it.”

The Red King then reminded me of various dreams and visions I had during childhood, other than the Sandman, that blurred the line between reality and dream.

Day 6

Dream 1: A dream about entering a nightclub late at night. I meet my daughter, Claire, as she leaves the club with her boyfriend. Apparently Dana is still inside. On my way up the stairs I anger a drunken man trying to dance in the stairwell as I try to squeeze by him to reach Dana.

Dream 2: We are sitting around a small circular pond, looking at something green on the bottom. Apparently the pond is connected to an underground river. Suddenly I recognise the green thing as my old raincoat and pull it out. It has hardened into a rigid folded shape. A man behind us warns us that the water is very cold. As we wonder why we notice the sea has come in surrounding us and the pond. We all have wetsuits on and start swimming but the water is cold on our bare arms.

Ritual: We planned to spend Day 7 at a candle workshop with some friends, and I decided to use the opportunity to make a dream candle. Red King gave me a sigil to mark it with. I should apparently use this to aid in pursuing my dreams. I also discussed with him the project I had talked about with Idris, who recommended I work with Red King. Red King told me that the time for that project was not now, and I needed to do some other things first. The time might still come for that project, but later.

Day 7

Making of the Dream Candle: We made candles by placing old wax in jars around a new wick, then melting them in an oven on low heat. I visualised Red Kings sigil as best I could during the making of it.

 

 

 

DKMU Godform Cycle Week 5 – Zalty

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Zalty had shown up in my dreams a few times already, so I felt like I already had contact.

I first dreamt of being in a boat and watching white islands pass by on day 2 of 663.

There was the demonic pirate captain dream on day 3 of Ino.

And there were multiple dreams of boats in Trigag, a leaky one on day 2, the boat race with the spirit controlled boat on day 5 and the Navy Ship incident dream on day 7.

Day 1

Dream: Martial arts and unarmed combat.

Ritual: We perform the first Zalty ritual hungry, before breakfast. We hadn’t written our own calling yet, so we used the one from the book. We did use our own playlist. We skipped the part of the calling where you drank the rum, and it seems Zalty was not impressed with that…

“What do you want with me?” he demanded grumpily.

I realised we needed to drink the rum, asked Zalty if this was so and he confirmed it was…

“Won’t even drink a toast with me eh?”

I decided to get the rum, however before I got up, Dana rose and headed to where we kept it. I realised Zalty must have told her the same thing. We added a couple of drops of Doombringer’s spiced rum to the rum in the hip flask. We took a couple of sips and toasted Zalty. This had the effect of improving his mood considerably.

Unlike the other godforms, we had a couple of guests staying during Zalty week. I asked about this and Zalty promised to take good care of them. We also planned a trip to Loch Ness and we discussed the possibility of a boat. Zalty promised to ensure the weather was good for the boat.

We also discussed the career plans 663 suggested for me. Zalty rubbed his beard. “It’s not a bad idea. It won’t be easy.” He repeated “It won’t be easy” under his breath a few times as if thinking things through. “Leave it with me a while, I’ll see if I can come up with a plan.”

Day 2

Ritual 1: Our guests, Tara and Akira, had arrived but we weren’t yet prepared to involve them in our Zalty daily practise, so Dana and I snuck out to the garden altar with a little rum.

I intended to do a drawing or sigil, but Zalty interupted me with some financial advice, Piracy is the answer.

Confused, I ask for clarification. We discuss how pirates, internally, had advanced egalitarian politics and in dividing their spoils.

Rain interupted at this point and we retreated to another Zalty altar we had set up in our bedroom. This was the portable altar we planned to take camping.

Zalty told me how KIA had from the beginning been a band of pirates, that we need to embrace our pirate culture more, in imagery, organisation and attitudes. He gave me a sigil to help us achieve this goal.

Ritual 2: When Tara and Akira are out, Dana and I use the opportunity to perform a second ritual. I use the time to do a more artistic version of the sigil Zalty gave me earlier…

Day 3

Pareidolia: Dana notices a pareidolia in our bedroom that resembles a blue bearded pirate, smiling but with sad or tired eyes.

Ritual: Dana and Tara go out for a walk and I introduce Akira to Zalty. I explain a little about what Zalty is about, we do a toast of rum before the alta, saying “To Zalty Yung and Ole!”

Then we meditate upon the sigil.

I would like to ask you for an automatic drawing.

“Aye, that we can do.”

Don’t think I haven’t noticed that I haven’t actually seen you yet either!

“Aye, well do the drawing and I’ll show you how you need to see me…”

Zalty explains that at the moment I need to be far seeing to see the obstacles that lie ahead. This is not a time of plain sailing…

Day 4

All fools day.

Ritual: Morning before heading to Loch Ness. Decide to dress somewhat like a pirate, as does Dana. Zalty gives me tarot spread based on his sigil. I say tarot, it can easily be adapted for many other divination systems. It has the form of a cross.

  • Centre Card: The Capn. The signifier. The qualities of the questioner in relation to the question. Or perhaps the leader of a project the question is about.
  • Right Card: Bow: Obvious opportunities and obstacles. Can be more than one card. What the Capn can see with the naked eye from the deck.
  • Left Card: Stern: The Crew. Do they have the Capns back or do they plan to stab them in it? Mutineers or loyal to the end? What strengths and weaknesses do the Capns allies and supporters have? Can be more than one card.
  • Top card: Crows nest: Lookout. The lookout uses height advantage and a telescope to alert the Capn of opportunities and dangers not immediately obvious. Can be more than one card.
  • Bottom card: The hold. What treasure, supplies, rations and other cargo does the Capn have to aid them in their journey? Are they well stocked or a few days from mutiny?

Day 5

Boat ritual on Loch Ness: The four of us get in a small motor boat we hired to sail on the Loch. Dana and I are dressed somewhat like pirates. Akira wears necromancer robes. I have in my pocket a sigil of Zalty and a hip flask of spiced rum. Dana has a bottle with another sigil of Zalty inside it, which she throws into the Loch. Akira, as a necromancer, raises Nessie from the dead. In keeping with my automatic drawing, I scan around with my telescope. This was perhaps the most fun and most Zalty of all the rituals this week. Quite an experience. The wind was up and the waves were a little terrifying and the water freezing. We all got quite wet. Some of the boat dreams from Trigag week seem prophetic…

Day 6

Shadowrun in the ruins of Boleskine House: It was gone midnight, so technically day 6. Akira wanted to visit Boleskine House. So Dana lead the way. Tara stayed behind this time as she was tired. At first we were just going to look at the cemetery. We had avoided going to the house itself in the past out of respect to private owners hostile to visitors. But it occurred to us that since it was now a ruin, no-one would be there. So we snuck in. I do not mind admitting that Dana pushed us onwards when Akira and I were both ready to turn back. She became our ‘fearless leader’, a title given to the main character in the Shadowrun: Dragonfall computer game by one their team mates.

The highlight was coming across a book that contained a white ship on a double spread when we opened it! Zalty was right there in the house!

Ritual: Back home from our trip, I asked Zalty for a tarot reading using the spread he taught me on Day 4. The subject was the project to Save Boleskine House…

Quick interpretation: A lot of work and a very stressful endeavour. We do however have a lot of resources, friends and allies to draw on, and there is a great opportunity in the long run. The project is more than it first appears to be…

Day 7

Ritual: We finally made our customised calling to Zalty today. On days 2-6 we simply used an abridged calling of Praise Zalty, Yung and Ole! Also, instead of our Zalty playlist, this time we used the youtube video “DKMU – Zalty Gnosis (Keelhauled)” on loop throughout the ritual.

For the first time I persuaded Zalty to manifest a visual appearance. After a moment as a cartoon pirate they transformed into the ‘Fisherman of God’ character from the film “The Pirate” we had watched earlier in the week.

We had an interesting discussion about the path ahead, and where I expressed uncertainty, he sensed fear. Sensing this fear he gave me a pep talk, inspiring in me the courage to do what needed to be done to take the opportunity before me.

We also discussed potential spirit allies and I mentioned Red King, and Zalty confirmed this but added that we would also need to look beyond the DKMU godforms, without specifying where.

I thanked Zalty for the amazing time and the results already manifest, and he thanked me back claiming it was a pleasure for him also.

DKMU Godform Cycle Week 4 – Trigag

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Preparation

Before we decided to go through the godform cycle, as we were reading the book on the dkmu godforms, I felt inspired to make this image of Trigag. I have a painting in a similar configuration of the character Leviathan from the Illuminatus! trilogy. The only difference is that Leviathan was white, and I painted their eye horizontally. Anyway, I drew this before I had performed a formal evocation of Trigag, but I like it enough to share all the same. This is a sketch rather than a finished artwork…

Day 1

This time Dana made the sigil and prepared the altar. We started the ritual late, and were quite tired by the time we did. Also I hadn’t had time to prepare the calling, so we decided that on this first day a meditation would suffice. I had doubts about making successful contact because it seemed insufficient.

However, eventually I heard Trigag chastise me, telling me everything I need to make contact was present, “the altar is prepared, the music is honouring, the incense is pleasing, the sigil is before you…”

The conversation I had with Trigag is, on reflection, reading it back, very revealing. We discussed my fear of losing my happy life holding me back from achieving what I really want. He scoffed at some of my ideas to make money in alternative ways and actually gave me advice that at the time sounded vague, but which now sounds spot on. He flattered me a bit with some comments about my writing in comparison to a couple of famous authors. I’m not sure if he meant that I write better, or if he meant I have better stories to tell though. After all, he did then tell me I was a little rusty with that kind of writing, so perhaps he did mean the latter.

Before the ritual we ate a Chinese. We saved the fortune cookies to open in the ritual. Mine read “Your greatest virtue is modesty”. That seems to have fit the theme of self-doubt that emerged from my conversation with Trigag.

Day 2

Dream 1: Looking for a lost boy in Asia. (When I awoke, Dana told me she also had dreams of looking for lost people).

Dream 2: I was persuading Dana to get into a leaking boat, convinced it was good enough to get us where we needed to go, but she was expressing concern. We got in, and though it was a little wet, we sailed safely enough down stream, between the trees. Suddenly however the boat came out of the trees as the stream fed into a bay. To the right was a huge 10m wave heading our way. “Oh fuck” I exclaimed, realising we were in trouble…

Bath: I saw an inverse of one the Trigag paintings in the bath, the one with the white face with black triangle. In the bath, as I was getting in, my shadow created a black figure, and on the face some reflection of light created a white triangle…

Film: Pearl Button, This is a moving artistic and political documentary about disappeared people in Chili, the Indians of Patagonia, the water people, water, the sea and the stars. Some of the Indians of Patagonia had black and white make up in patterns that resembled that painting of Trigag with the white face with black triangle.

Ritual: We had prepared the calling this time and opened with a Kia IAO and the calling. I asked Trigag to guide an automatic drawing for me and got this…

When I asked for an interpretation he replied that it was for me to interpret. Then he added, “maybe not even you, maybe it is for others to analyse and understand you by.”

Day 3

Film: We watched ‘Lightkeepers’ A romantic comedy that was perhaps more Zalty than Trigag.

Ritual: We decided to do the ritual lying down on bean bags for a longer or deeper meditation. Or maybe it was because we were pretty tired as usual for a Friday evening.

I ended up visualising the Trigag/Leviathan sketch I had done before the cycle started, as mentioned in the preparation. I asked Trigag what they thought of the image and they gave me a long reply…

“It is an amusing image. If Ellis is Eris in the trilogy, then I am Leviathan, and certainly we are the same archetype that appears in fiction as Leviathan, Cthulhu, Moby Dick,  Kumugwe. All masks of the same mystery.

Of course Leviathan in Illuminatus is white, a reference to Moby Dick, whereas I am black. So how do we reconcile that? Well the Gnostic Leviathan was not a creature of the sea, but a cosmic serpent, the ouroborus Milky Way. If you look at the Milky Way you see only the stars gathered in the spiral arm. But what gathered them? A giant all consuming black hole.

The light of the stars is no more the galaxy than the glowing lure is the deep sea angler fish.”

Day 4

Dreams: I had dreams of being addicted to starting new (erotic) relationships. This is weird because I feel awkward and really have to push myself outside of my comfort zone to engage in new relationships of that kind and am thankful that I’m in a long term loving relationship. But maybe there is some kind of excitement that comes along with the awkwardness I fear? Certainly no where near enough reward to sacrifice the good thing Dana and I have together though.

Ritual: Today the weather was pretty good, the warmest of the year so far at that point. (14C, well it is the Scottish Highlands! ), so I drew the sigil outside on a shell, using the variant obtained by Stephen Branch. After lighting some joss sticks and meditating focused on the sigil for a time I closed my eyes and saw the sigil entering me and growing to envelop me from within.

I asked about the Fotamecus ritual we had planned, since this was daylight savings weekend and we had a marked clock we wanted to sacrifice. Trigag approved of the rite and promised to lend energy in support of it. Their reasoning had to do with mistaking a predictable rhythm that only occurs in specific conditions with time itself. Outside of those conditions of speed, gravity and pressure, time behaves differently. He then gave me an overview of relativity with the example of two particles passing by each other, each travelling at the speed of light in opposite directs. I admit my physics knowledge isn’t really equipped to understand this, but apparently time distorts in some way locally such that the relative speed between them as they pass is still no greater than the speed of light.

Trigag identified with Chronos. Not the younger ordered time Chronos, but the older consort of Ananke, the serpentine god of flowing time. They then told me that stars to them were like krill to a whale, and the scale of time experienced by creatures living around such a star was of little significance. They then warned me of the consequences of moving away from a rigid time based career to something more achronistic.

This might tie in with the sigil from Ino concerning crypto currency economy. I expressed my fear that this might not be workable. Trigag simply responded that it didn’t matter if it was workable, I had to try.

Fotamecus Film Magic: In a homage to the original fotamecus film magic ritual, we made a magical film of a clock marked with the sigil which we ultimately smash with a hammer. We haven’t edited or even looked at this footage yet, so I can only hope it is usable. The magic itself was pretty dramatic.

Day 5

Dream: On a beach and I notice some white shapes on a rock. At first I think they are seals but then I realise they are sheep. They are trapped by the tide and need to get to safety. I urge them to swim ashore and they come towards the beach through the water. Either they swim or the water is shallow enough for them to wade. We end up on a strange square of land with some crops. I sense the need to bring more soil so it remains above sea level. I erect a step ladder for the sheep to climb higher.

Dream 2: There is a boat race and everyone marvels at my sailing skill, skimming across giant waves, launching off them into the air like they are ramps, and landing just right to keep speed, easilly speeding past my more cautious competitors. However, little do they know, it is not skill but magic. Some spirit sails the boat for me and I am terrified by the risky manoeuvres it makes, holding on for dear life!

Garden: Another nice day weather wise we spend more time in the garden. Dana prepares the Zalty sigil whilst I work on the one for Red King.

Ritual: We again used the Stephen Branch variant Trigag sigil, this time in chalk by our outdoor chimney fire. We meditated sitting in reclining garden chairs. This time I asked about what I feared most. There followed an interesting discussion in which Trigag probed me for things I feared. I’m opting to keep this discussion between myself and Trigag however…

In the fire afterwards I saw a pareidolia of the black rat.

Day 6

Dream: In a small house with the black rat and other rats running around. I had to tell a woman to be careful of the rat babies crawling around in the carpet, because the black rat would become a lot less friendly if anything happened to them through her carelessness, such as standing on one.

Ritual: Today we decided to try scrying in the cuttlefish ink bowl. Dana and I discussed our different scrying techniques. Dana shared her technique of waiting for pareidolia to appear in the blurring shapes that appear in the bowl, whereas I shared mine which was to wait for image flashes, or visions, to interrupt a single minded object concentration on the blackness. In either case a mental note of the forms is made. I decided to try out Dana’s technique.

My own sequence of images were:

  • Trigag sigil (This was deliberately visualised)
  • Cuttlefish (Perhaps because I knew the ink came from cuttlefish).
  • Crescent Moon
  • Dark Moon (It was new moon that day)
  • Deathstar
  • Ouroboros
  • Xenomorph young
  • Black crab
  • Spider crab
  • Alien spider crab entities
  • Selkies/Seals

Day 7

Dream: A very strange dream about a scandal in which a British Navy vessel hoses down a smaller ship of Japanese women in distress, sparking an international incident.

Ritual: This time we used the DKMU – Starshadow video on loop from youtube instead of our playlist. For this reason we included it in the youtube Trigag playlist we made. Amusingly we seemed to be view 666 of the video when I started playing. I was thinking of the number 666 when we started the ritual, but Trigag told me “Stop being distracted by trivialities.”

I appologised, explaining that it doesn’t take much to amuse us because our lives are so dull.

“On the contrary, your lives are anything but dull. I find your kind quite fascinating. That something so complex could exist at such a microscopic scale of space and time. That a whole civilisation of your kind can rise and fall in the time it takes for me to blink my eye.”

I asked Trigag if they had any parting wisdom to share. They disdained wisdom, advising only the pursuit of power. To obtain power they advised growing big, obtaining mass by whatever means possible, without compromising myself in the process, so that eventually my gravity becomes self sustaining, drawing in new mass by the very nature of existing. They then gave me as sigil for increasing my mass, gravity, power and attraction.

Visitation: A garden spider visited our home.

DKMU Godform Cycle Week 3 – Ino

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Preparation

This time Dana and I collaborated on creating the sigil focus. We used a ‘faerie door’ we had obtained sometime previously, but never used. It seemed perfect for Ino. It is a self standing door constructed from wood. Dana died this with metallic black wood dye, so the grain of the wood is still visible and creates an effect. I painted the sigils on top with a silver enamel. As Ino has two sigils, a closed form and an open form, I painted each side of the door with one of the variants.

The open side has the latch.

The closed side is locked with no way to open.

We also collaborated on creating the playlist for Ino.

Day 1

Dream: Was with a man from the ‘shared house’ dream from last night (see week 2 day 7 dream 4). We are sitting on a large outdoor garbage bin, deciding which of two doors to take. It felt partly like the scene in Labyrinth where Sarah had to solve a riddle to decide between two doors, but also like the ‘helping hands’ scene in that was no actual riddle presented.

When I made the decision a woman appeared and made us get off the bins and form an orderly queue. I know she was there and heard her commands but have no memory of actually looking at her. Was this Ino? By ‘us’, I mean all the guys from the shared house dream had appeared to help form the queue. I also think one of them was in the ‘moving house’ dream.

I then got a revelation about the two forms of Ino. The closed door for possibilities is complemented by the open door of pathways, because once you have chosen a preferred possibility, you then need to know how to reach it.

Ritual: We both performed the Kia IAO centring. We both read from our calling to Ino, in which we inserted a modified line from the KIA Litany, “We have made a secret door the manifestation.” Dana rang the chimes.

I began with an unguided pathworking from the Ziggurat of 663 into the surrounding ruins, much of it reclaimed by jungle or buried in ash. I was looking for a door. When I came to one my mind began buzzing with ideas. When I realised these were coming from Ino I asked why she was giving me ideas on that topic. Apparently I asked. Perhaps a stray thought, worry or concern during the meditation.

I mostly sensed her presence but she did appear in glimpses. I suspect these were more inspirations of how she might look rather than actually being her though.

She seemed excited when I asked about the possibilities for the week ahead.

When I asked about the idea for a novel I got in week one, with Ellis, she claimed credit for it. Apparently she was with me even back then?

She didn’t like my idea of a painting for her at all. She gave me plenty of alternative inspirations she thought were better.

We discussed a few more topics before Dana closed the ritual with a final chime.

Day 2

Today I asked Ino for an automatic drawing and got this one…

Ino declined to explain the drawing, saying it was up to me, although she did offer to write a story based on it.

Ino also advised me that Trigag would be very agreeable to helping with the Fotamecus ritual we had planned for the spring time change.

I thanked her and said goodnight.

Day 3

Dream 1: This involves small teams of soldiers fighting a man eating giraffe-like monster as it walks between the ruins of some old tower blocks in a deserted city. I was a soldier with a grenade launcher. My notes concern the window I was shooting through as a symbol of Ino, and also the door I escaped through when my grenades failed to do any significant harm to the creature.

Dream 2: An 17th/18th century battle with sabres. A man who attempts to denounce a colleague as a demon after seeing his reflection in a shield, but the others won’t turn on him because he single handedly liberated a ship. A demonic pirate captain? Zalty?

Ritual: Today I talked to Ino concerning a project I wanted to do collecting together some of the best material on KIA into short booklets. Ino advised I start with Octarine Magic.

Day 4

Dream: An agent trying to help someone escape from a house being searched by secret police. A pirate boy with two toy cutlasses in the garden. Three orthodox Jewish men in traditional atire, running away from something down the street, that something turning out to be like ‘amber’ from the series ‘Fringe’.

Ritual: Today Dana and I coordinated our efforts to discuss the same project with Ino and compare notes. This proved illuminating as the message we got contrasted with the usual roles we fall into when discussing the project, helping us both to see each others viewpoint from a different angle.

Day 5

I make an Ino stone for the garden altar. It was however too cold and windy to sit out.

Film: We watch ‘Kubo and the two Strings’. In addition to a lunar with faceless sisters being Ino references, a magic ship references Zalty, and lake monster with hypnotic eyes references Trigag.

Ritual: Got some further advice on preparing a document of the KIA godforms.

Day 6

Ritual: Apparently Ino has asked Dana for monthly full moon rituals. Tonight Ino gave me a sigil to use alongside the prosperity web in one of these full moon rituals. The purpose of the sigil is to open our eyes to working in the digital crypto economy and decreasing our dependence on traditional economy.

Day 7

Sighting: Saw a strange light in the sky before the ritual. 90% certain it was just a plane. We see lots of planes most nights, however this one did not behave like the others and seemed strange.

Ritual: I asked Ino for an automatic writing…

I know what you wanted to write but I have a different message for you. I’m glad you’re listening because what is the point of asking for an automatic writing if you pre-plan what you might write in it?

I know.

I know more than you think I know. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I know. I want you to know that I know that I know that you know that I know. But really. As you pass through the gate, beware! Be aware! For through here lie dragons! Monsters! Behemoths! The dread Trigag! Pirates! Some try to scare you, others tempt you.

I know. Tempt you with what I hear you ask? Hidden treasure, adventure, freedom, a life less ordinary.

I know what you pirates seek. Sovereignty. It is hard being a slave. Harder still to be free in a world that wants you to stay a slave and does everything it can to re-enslave you.

I know. But allow the adventure to transform you and you will be equipped to rise to the challenges. You will be prepared to face failure because success is never guaranteed. That would be too easy wouldn’t it? If it was easy, everyone would do it. I know.

Ino

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DKMU Godform Cycle Week 2 – 663

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Our second week of the DKMU godform cycle took place between March 8th and March 14th.

Preparation

After finishing the seventh ritual of our week with Ellis, Dana and I replaced the altar with one for 663, the Doombringer, following the advice from book, using items we had lying around. We must have got something right as I found myself dreaming of tribal masks, a motif of the doombringer, that very night, and we hadn’t even performed the first ritual yet. In the dream we were showing a woman intruder out of our house (Ellis?) but she instead guides us into our bedroom were she instructs Dana to fetch a brass tribal mask from a high shelf. Beside this mask was another one, wooden with horns, and a furry leather scalp.

Day 1

Our first ritual begins with a Kia IAO centring and a calling to 663 personalised, but based on the one in the book. We then began an unguided pathworking, beginning in the jungle, by the huge cobweb of Ellis and walking through it to find the lost city where 663 has his ziggurat. The path to city began completely overgrown but started to open out into a roadway through the trees. I caught a glimpse of the black ziggurat at the end of the road, between the broad leaves of the trees and plants. As I did so, the spacial and time distortion effect started kicking in. The pyramid seemed at once near and far, large and small, towering above and short and below. Eventually I felt like I was floating above it in the air.

As I could not see 663 when it was behaving like this I decided I had to land at the base of the steps and walk up them. I had to concentrate on placing my foot on the first step. No sooner had I done so than I caught my first glimpse of the figure on the top. They appeared to be wearing a tribal mask with a huge feathered headdress. As I climbed up further I noticed they were dancing and wearing a suit. I began to detect feline features in the mask, almost cartoon like. The mask also seemed to trail a ‘Chinese dragon costume’ suggestive of a caterpillar. They occasionally paused from their dance to take a puff from a pipe before resuming.

When I reached the top 663 settled into more stillness based asana. After greetings I asked 663 if I could be rebuilt.

“For what purpose?” he responded.

At first I wasn’t sure. Thinking as quick as I could I answered “To be what I need to be.”, thinking this a wise answer.

But 663 was having none of it, “Need to be for what purpose?”

I suggested perhaps to help achieve the greatest happiness on Earth. 663 then showed me a vision of a future in which everyone is so drugged into a mindless happiness that gladly allow genocide and environmental destruction, walking blissfully to their own regimented deaths. “Are you sure you want this?” he teased?

“Well no” I replied slightly deflated. I clarified that what I meant was to become what I needed in order to ensure humanity prospered, lived in harmony with the environment, achieved global peace and explored the stars.

When I then got lost in some thoughts about my job, 663 interrupted them by saying “This! You need to end this!”

“My job?” I’m not sure if 663 meant ending my job or was just annoyed at me getting distracted during our conversation, but he insisted I had till the end of the year but the sooner the better. This was indeed a difficult truth, if it be so, as I am quite comfortable in my current position, even if the commute is tiresome, especially in the winter. Having my first message I bid 663 goodbye, saying I would be back. 663 grinned their consent and waved goodbye.

Day 2

Dream: I had a dream about confronting a ghost in a train station that everyone else ran from in terror. As the ghost tried to claim me I breathed small shards of light calmly into its face and it evaporated.

Ritual: Today I asked 663 for a semi-automatic drawing, based on how I saw him yesterday. He agreed…

At one point Dana fetched some spiced rum which she placed in a skull shaped glass to put on the altar. She got some on her lips and started choking. As she enjoys vastly more spicy food than I can handle, I gathered from this that it must be very hot!

I said to 663, “Oh yes! We had an offering to Ellis from day 1.

“Yes, don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Hopefully this makes up for it?” I enquired?

“It’ll do.” he accepted.

Day 3

Film: Today we watched the film ‘After the Dark’, a very philosophical film that we thought fit the theme of doombringer quite well. We had curry during the film and 663 got a bowl of this on their altar.

Ritual: Also today I managed to get the playlist for 663 working in both Clementine and VLC, so we could play from two sources simultaneously, as it is reputed to be pleasing to 663 to do this.

I visualised myself walking up the steps, but 663 got impatient with me, “Come, come” he said, “you don’t need to do that again!” and I felt this time I could easily fly up to the top.

Tonight I planned to do a tarot reading, and before I asked or drew a card I began thinking about wealth and success and what I had to teach magically. I am not a millionaire, or quite frankly, anywhere close to becoming one. But that in and of itself is not a bad point. Being a millionaire does not make you a good magician, even less a good teacher of magic. The vast majority of people that choose a rich magician as a teacher, hoping they too will become rich following their advice, are in for a big disappointment.

Other students turn therefore to the other extreme, austere monks, or remote shaman able to survive in jungle or tundra, or traditions that survive in countries experiencing extremes of poverty. It is well they do, because there is much that can be learned by those that successfully navigate through poverty, or who reject a lifestyle based on material possessions. But again, the vast majority of such students, not being born into such desperate situations, will find it very difficult to adapt to such situations, or adapt the teachings into anything useful for modern living without considerably watering them down.

So herein lies the strength of a teacher that experiences a similar level of wealth to the student. The focus then becomes not on financial success, or ability to live an austere life, but rather in successfully navigating through life’s obstacles and living a fulfulling and happy life. And demonstrating how magic helps with this.

Then I asked 663 if I could pull a card on how we might best centre ourselves in the coming turbulance, how best to survive. I decided to use the ‘Ghetto tarot’. A card jumped out when shuffling and I looked and saw the 9 of coins. It depicted a white dressed woman holding something. 663 said it was the white queen and that she would have advice for us.

He had little else to offer so I asked if I could read from the booklet. It read…

“Sometimes you just have to remind myself that all in all life can be pretty damn good. Share your inner riches with the world.”

In hindsight, it seems like 663 gave me the interpretation before I picked the card.

Day 4

I made a stone with the 663 sigil for the garden altar and we sat by this during lunch.

Ritual: We did a calling for 663 and lit the black ziggurat incense cones. We added a couple of drops of the super hot spiced rum to normal rum and used this with normal rum, diluted with ice and ginger wine, and used this as sacrament.

I asked about my broken rib. He said I just needed more rest, but also that my situation would improve when my monitors at work were raised. That was a couple weeks before they were raised, and has proved to be true, I no longer need painkillers to be at work.

Today 663 brought up my relationship with Dana. The material here is deeply personal so we won’t be sharing it all, but after teasing me a lot, he came up with advice on improving our financial cooperation, and a sigil to focus us on achieving that goal…

He also asked me to paint his face.

Day 5

Dream 1: This dream involved someone swinging from a rope with a leopard biting their leg. 663 in cat form?

Dream 2: On a university campus a portal opens to another world. As a young woman I follow an older woman through the portal. The portal had the form of a rotating lotus that had a symbol inside a bit like part of the 663 sigil:

On the other side however I lost track of the woman and met a young girl and had a conversation about the location of a ‘monster’ I was apparently looking for. I was searching for a secret panel in a wall but the girl told me it was no use, all sorts of creatures lived in that place but they only came out when the wanted to. She resembled, in dress and manner, Clara (the disabled friend of Heidi from the children’s story) only she could walk. Now I think of it, this wouldn’t look to different from Alice from Lewis Carroll’s stories, but that never occurred to me during the dream, or when writing it up.She lead me to a window and saw a coastline of white cliffs and white chalky islands. We were moving passed them, implying the window was from the inside of a boat. I wanted to open a window but there were some dying patients and I didn’t want to disturb them so quietly left.The room filled up with some kind of party, people dressed in evening wear, I was no longer a young woman but my adult self. I saw a shortish blond man that looked familiar, like I worked with him on the other side of the portal, but he just winked and moved on. I got pulled into a group where the eccentric woman had returned, but I had forgotten I was looking for her. She was chatting so I thought to move on but she stopped me.Now face to face she stated “You were talking about Rockamed?”After initial confusion and confirmation of the name I evasively answered that I write about a lot of religious subjects.She announced that she herself had written a book on tarot and that she was 67 years old. And asked me if I remembered.She also asked me about school and I answered more deeply than I would have in waking life, revealing an inner truth that I wasn’t conscious of but which now makes sense.

Analysis: Was this the message from white queen that 663 told me about? Was the chalky islands Zalty? Was the implied boat we were in Zalty? Was the winking blonde man 663?

Ritual: I asked 663 if he was the winking blonde man in the dream. He said he was. I then asked him about many experiences throughout my childhood and he identified some of them as himself and one as Red King.I then asked about a stone, remembering that 663 will sometimes rebuild you with a shamanic stone. A stone I was once gifted, but long lost, appeared in head. When I was much younger I ran a correspondence course on chaos magic for teenagers called ‘The Illuminati Youth’. One of my students, Soror Thyme 3981, gave me a crystal she purchased from a Bedouin tribesman in the Sinai desert, a toothless man she met on the way to St Catherins, the site of the biblical burning bush. 663 told me I would have a dream about the rib in due course, and that I should re-read her letters, which I did.

Day 6

Ritual: 663 appeared playfully, with the image of a pink elephant. Confusedly I asked why he was appearing in this form and he joked “Silly, that isn’t an elephants trunk…”

The undulating trunk then seemed disconnected from any head and transformed into a very cartoony caterpillar. As I focused on the face it became cheshire cat like and the segments of the caterpillar collapsed into each other one by one until they resolved themselves into the body of the cat, which all the while maintained a wide grin.

I had been experiencing a lot of dreams about suited agents, perhaps itself only a result of my working an MIB agent paradigm for a time, but given 663s own suited nature I asked if any of these agents were to do with him.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“You like the agent paradigm then.” I stated.

“It has its charm.”

“So were you behind Operation Intruder?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny any involvement.”

I laugh internally. 663 is in playful mood tonight, more than previous days. He then fills my head with early images from the various ways in which Operation Intruder was linked to the Linking Sigil.

As I was waiting for Dana to finish I felt a sudden brief pain or weird tingling in my rib. It occurred to me suddenly to ask 663 if he was putting the stone in. He replied that it was as good a time as any. I answered that I thought he was going to do it in a dream, but he shrugged and put three, possibly contradictory thoughts into my head:

  1. I had the dream but don’t remember.
  2. The dream is still to come but linked to this moment.
  3. This is all the dream of Red King anyway, so it is in a dream.

The seem to exhibit a past, future, present trinity.

663 then told me the reason I had to re-read her letter was so that I remembered how good a teacher I was, even back then, and the choice of stone symbolises that.

Day 7

I had a series of dreams that take up three pages of my diary. I will summarise:

Dream 1: Looking at starry sky. A few shooting stars appear. Suddenly lots of stars started moving in a weird way, each moving back and forth quickly between two points, but each at different angles. “What is that?” I exclaim to those watching with me. Suddenly unannounced fireworks start and cover up the strange lights.

Dream 2: Faery red queen appears in a gymnasium, and organises a throw-catch game with a rugby style ball. I don’t recognise her as such but feel I should know her. I catch the ball, and remembering my injury decide to try and throw with my left arm. However I mis-throw and the ball spins speedily into the back of someone’s head. Embarrassed, I apologise.

Dream 3: House moving. Sort of like a combination of every home I’ve ever moved out of. A common recurring dream setting (although mostly appears in a shortly after moved in state). For some reason I have an idea that there is a secret altar to Ellis hidden somewhere above a window in a hidden alcove. You had to poke your head through a hole in the ceiling to see it. There was an Ellis sigil there with a couple of red candles and real cobwebs.

Dream 4: Same/similar recurring dream house but lived in. Living space has front door opening directly to street. Sharing house with a bunch of guys on various seats and sofas. One gets a delivery. Postman tries to peak as the guy opens the box but he gets defensive, covering it and saying ‘Hey!’

Some guys got excited and told me someone I hadn’t seen in a while was coming and I was in for a surprise. The faery red queen appears, although I again I fail to recognise her. We sit awkwardly looking at each other as she waits for me to recognise her. She asks what I think about Scottish Independence and I answer ‘YES!’

Ritual: This time we try and create as much silence and darkness as we can manage in our bungalow, for the sensory deprivation approach to 663. We turned the playlist off when we began the calling. Dana used our incense censor to distribute the 663 incense liberally around our home. After the calling we snuffed all the candles and assumed asanas. I didn’t get much personal communication but I 663 did share some personal story behind himself that may or may not be of interest to others.

The sole survivor after the collapse of a civilisation, sitting lonely atop a relic of the past, doing the only thing left to do in such a situation, meditation and telepathic communication with other magicians from other worlds and times.

I thanked him for our time together, and for the rebuilding of my rib. I promised to return now we had formed a friendship.

 

 

Sigils, Servitors and Godforms

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I recently restored an old chaos magic website, Liber Minor, whose content I originally wrote in May 1998. Obviously my ideas have moved on a lot since then, and I’ve decided it might prove a fun idea to explore each of the subjects I wrote about back then from my current perspective. As you can imagine, my understanding of the subjects will have changed considerably in the intervening 16 years.

The home page I will leave well alone as it is a beautiful, creative and quite ridiculous creation myth story and needs no comment. But the rest of the writing aims at a slightly more serious introduction to practical chaos magic techniques, divided into the three areas of sigils, servitors and godforms. As introductions to these subjects, these old articles aren’t bad. No doubt a reader could take them as a starting point from which to explore the subjects. My current view that categories such as sigils, servitors and godforms represent not so much three distinct groups of entities, so much as bands on a spectrum arbitrarily labelled, even seems at least partially evident in the servitor article.

However, whilst this serves at least as a partial bridge between the ideas of sigils and godforms it doesn’t quite go far enough in exploring the idea of sigils as spirits, rather than merely optional properties of spirits. And my contemporary view would encompass the idea of sigils as godforms, such as Ellis and the Linking Sigil as used by DKMU.

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Over the next few months, I will write and publish updated articles on each of the subjects explored in Liber Minor, starting with Sigils, Servitors and Godforms, then branching into a re-exploration of the specific topics of Eris, Discordianism, Baphomet, Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh and ending with an essay on the Lovecraft mythos. These will form a kind of ‘Liber Minor Revisited’.

Whilst I might get part one of this series up fairly soon, I may be posting these articles a couple of months apart. If you would like me to post them more frequently, you can encourage me to do so by becoming my patron. I will post the articles monthly once I have a minimum of $11 per month. By subscribing, you will also be helping to support KIA itself.

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