Our second week of the DKMU godform cycle took place between March 8th and March 14th.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
- I had the dream but don’t remember.
- The dream is still to come but linked to this moment.
- 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.
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.