Small Report

Today, we worked on the on Enochian Holy table. Frankly, My Gal did most of the work. Though, I did paint some. I did find that I have an unusual talent. Apparently, I can quite easily lay two pieces of tape 1/16 of an inch apart over 37 inches so someone else can paint a straight line. I have no clue how I can do that without measuring until after the tape is down but it appears that I can.

I also felt with my feet today.

Populus and Via in the News

A while back I skried the geomantic figure Populus and posted the results here. Yesterday's, tragic events at a Walmart are a reflection of these words from that post, "...Slowly, I tried to make sense of what I was feeling because I certainly wasn't seeing anything. Thoughts of teenage school yard clicks came to mind. Then the idea of a lack of will. People moving with the crowd have no sense of individuality. They have a vague idea of their own but it is so irrelevant that they can't take a step toward any sympathy for another's emotions. This is why so many horrible things happen in big cities. This is why so much petty small things happen in big cities. This is why high school clicks can be so mean. In a crowd, we actually get removed from others."

In this case, replace the words "another's emotions" with "other people's lives".

I will not wax poetic about the absurdity of this sort of behavior in quest for material objects but I will say going with a crowd can be a very dangerous thing for both yourself and others. I have a tendency to go against the grain of society. One of my clinician friends says I'm have oppositional defiant disorder. Her joking diagnosis does have a ring of truth. That trait landed me in some bad places, as indicated by a quote from the same post, "The function of Populus is to coalesce. It brings like together. This thought led to asking about my time in Wicca. I heard that I refused to coalesce with what was forming..." but so to, did I get stampeded by people just going with the crowd that didn't have the personal will to oppose bad behavior.

I've never been ashamed of not falling into the need to accept bad behavior just because it was popular with the crowd to go along. I view this as a personal strength that can become a weakness.

Those in the Walmart crowd that had enough Via in them to walk away from that maelstrom did the right thing. Via is a much harder road but I bet the "Via's" in the crowd slept well last night. The "Populus" folks, will have some internal reckoning to do. Hopefully, some legal repercussions will also occur.

Populus and Via played out through the news this weekend. So many people will wring their hands and say how terrible it is and then stand around the water cooler at work and remain silent as some bit of bad behavior is being defended. After all, that is the crowd pleasing thing to do.

Holy Table in Progress Pic

We may be done this weekend but here it is for now.

Bull!

Yesterday, I wrote about rediscovering a technique in a pile of old notes. I gave it a try in combination with skrying the tattwas earth of earth. The technique was not hard and I did feel as if I was in a slightly different head space than when I normally skry.

The tattwas looked more three dimensional than they usually do. When I entered, I found the suggestion of a landscape but everything was very dark. This is like walking through your living room with the lights off and being able to see the shape of the couch before you and realizing what color you would be seeing, if there was any light. I traveled directly north.

I always do that when I skry. I simply move forward. Why have I never turned left or right immediately upon entering?

That aside, I quickly found myself before a small but very blue creek. On the other side was a bull. I gave him the sign of earth. He did nothing but I realized, "He's a bull. How is going to return that?" I vibrated the names at him. He didn't moo, nor did he move. I asked if I could show him a symbol of light. He nodded. I did. He became agitated, pawing at the ground. He made several swipes with his foot and it gouged the earth like a plow.

I briefly thought that a fertility symbol but his anger attitude relieved me of that notion. The animal was snorting, shaking his head and generally being very aggressive but not directly at me. Regardless, I began to slowly move back. I was back some distance when his face appeared suddenly before me. Fortunately, I was next to the door and simply exited.

I am not sure if this occurred because of the technique or because I did it backwards. There were two choices, I picked one Next time, I will do it the other way.

In other news, we worked on our Enochian Holy Table today. It is coming along nicely. I do not think it is as nice as the Tablet of Nalvage but that is all right.

Why Write it Down?

I have a habit of writing things electronically. In my early years, I peppered any mentor-like person with a 1,000 questions. I am sure this drove them to drink.

With my current mentor, I sent him a note on every LBRP, every BRH, every skrying session, everything. I think at one point, he claimed to have 3,000+ emails from me saved. Yes, the man is patient. Part of that was my Leo need to express myself. Part of that was the discipline to record my activities. Naturally, most of my emails did not receive a response. I'd be willing to guess that much of them went unread. However, many of them were read and not a few commented upon either privately or via return email.

Today, I've been cleaning out my office. I am not the world's neatest human being. There wasn't a year's with of take out food bags laying around or anything like that. Just way too much clutter covered in way too much dust. My desk area is now dusted and neat. Though, it clutters up again as I move from this corner to the next and clean out useless junk.

In so doing, I came across a paper bag filled with magickal notes and binders that I was too lazy to file. In going through the bag, the first thing I found was a response to an email I had written my mentor in February 2007. His response was very complimentary as I had revealed my intuitive discovery of what he considers to be a hidden technique of magick. Or, at least, it is hidden by the system I am a part of until one gains a certain skill. These 'discoveries' look plainly obvious in retrospect but I digress.

Imagine my chagrin to realize that the my excitement at the discover came to naught. I had completely forgotten. Apparently, I was ready to know but not ready to experiment. Well, now is thet time. My rediscovery of the email likely says I am ready to give it a go.

I will likely post about my experiments but I may have to be vague about the technique in question. After all, others that work the same system I do are likely reading this. No point in spoiling their fun.

So, write it down and, every once in a while, go through those old notes. Some of that paper, may be gold.

Psychic Feet?

Today, one of my staff was a bit frazzled. He sat in my office and exhaled loudly. To most, this is a sign of someone trying to relieve stress. Yet, I could feel the energy he released in his breath through my feet.

I've noticed of late that when I do the middle pillar, I get sensations in my feet. When the ground shook during one of my recent tattwas exercises, I felt that through my feet as well. I want to say there were two other times I felt other humans' 'energy' through my feet.

I have no idea what this means. I've never heard of such a thing before. But I remember doing the Bornless where it is declared, "I have sight in my feet".

I make no claims it is related to that. I am simply recording events and thoughts.

I hope all my U.S. readers have a safe and happy Thanksgiving holiday.

Odd Meditation

Last night, I felt the call to the temple.

I entered. I sat. I felt a wave of energy from the east wall. I meditated on that energy. I was rewarded with a pleasant guide voice telling me to feel. Feel the energy emotionally. I did. I remember many water images, rivers, streams, water flowing into caves, down caves that reached to depths unimaginable. I moved along each flow. I felt like I was entering myself more deeply and literally opened several triangular doors to become more intuitive. After one particularly long drop, down some subterranean cave, I thought I would connect to the macrocosm. Instead, I found myself in malkuth.

I felt the flow and flew up past four kerubs as a displayed a particular tool. I flew up and encountered an elephant forming out of a purple cloud, Yesod. I displayed yet another tool.

At other times, I could see the lightening of the path of Shin and the storm of the path of Pisces.

The meditation was deep but it may have been mere fantasy. I've noticed no effects since.

Ensigns of Creation

Here are the ensigns of creation for our Enochian work. Keep in mind, these are supposed to be blue and red on purified tin. These are simply photocopies onto silver art paper glued to tin. We could spent a lot of time making tools and never get to the Work. So, some things we are doing quick and easy with the intent of coming back and doing them better latter. Other things we took our time with.

My HGA once advised me to clothe myself in red and blue. As a literalist, I thought I'd have to dress that way. Then, I removed the bone from my head and figured it was meant, well, figuratively. Since embarking on this project, I've encountered red and blue in the following ways.

The Enochian table of practice is covered in red silk. My tarot readings are performed on a blue cloth. One night, I did a tarot reading on the table and was stunned by the beauty.

The other day I said I could see all sorts of geometric shapes in other people's auras from just thinking about them. When I did this to myself, I was stunned to see a blue head with a red body.

In reading research material on Enochian not in Lon's book, we discovered many things should be created in red and blue.

Public Scrying - Fire of Water

I found myself in Barnes and Noble with nothing much to do.

So, I found a hard chair and scried the tattwas of fire of water just to see if I could. The visualization was simple. I easily entered the space.

I found myself in the midst of a large stream of rapidly moving water. How is this fire of water? Fire is the force that propels the direction of the water. What? You thought it was gravity? Well, if the water gained direction from fire, just where was fire? Upstream. I followed the stream to its source, a cave in a mountain side. In that cave was a golden pyramid. This is an emotional base for that particular stream. Gold = Tipereth. Yet, gold is also a nice disguise for the ego. In this case, this is the part of me that wants to be understood! How arrogant. Who really understand another anyway? What is the point of having my point of view understood at all? How many arguments have started simply because I wanted to be understood? Bah!

So, how do I change the fire of my water? Change the motivation/desire (fire) of water. To what? How about a desire to display light? A desire to display a real spiritual life so that other seekers whom may not even know they seek can see it is even possible? No one can repeat my way. Nor, can I tell another his or her way but perhaps the desire to share what little I have is a healthier emotion? Or, is that just another form of arrogance?

The pyramid turned bright pure white. I focussed on it for sometime. Only once did my surroundings disturb me. A woman with very loud high heels walked nearby and sat at a table near me. Aside from that, nada. Frankly, I am pretty impressed that I could do that in that location with about the same clarity as in my temple space.

Truncated Pyramids?

My Gal and I have made great progress on our Enochian tool making. Soon, we will have all that is necessary for skrying the aethyrs. So, as all that comes together we are looking to make the elemental tablets. to do so we need lots of truncated four-sided pyramids. The base should be an inch and the top cut off so the upper most flat surface is 1/2 an inch. I haven't done an exact count but we'll likely need about 900 to 1,000 of them. Once obtained we will painstakingly paint them as appropriate and create three dimensional Enochian elemental tablets.

Problem. We do not have the equipment do this and I'm not sure that my construction skills are up to the task. They have to be pretty precise to fit together neatly. Is there anyone out there with the capability of constructing these? If so, how much would it set us back?

Option #2 is making some sort of mold that we can press Sculpty or other form of craft clay into. That may be the way to go.

Does anyone have any suggestions?

Visions of People

The last week or so, I've been seeing visions of a friend that have concerned me. I don't think s/he is in any physical danger. The visions show a state of mental or emotional imbalance. Tonight, I received a text message confirming 'stress'. For no reason at all, I began thinking of random people I know and received a vision of each one of them. Some of them are describable shapes around the body. One person had three straight lines moving down from above the head to the chest. These terminated in a huge puddle of sand. I took this to mean he has a lack of form, structure and will but lots of potential cerebral energy.

I also feel a bit out of sorts tonight because my legs ache in a very peculiar way. I have no idea if these to phenomenon are related.

Fire of AIr

I did a very brief scrying of the tattwas fire of air.

Immediately, I found myself on the rim of a volcano spewing forth hot gas. Fire of air. Felt like the right place to me. A couple of seconds of later, I realized that the air being belched forth was toxic! This, I was told, is the me that I have conquered through my better eating habits.

Yet, I also quickly understood how this air could be used magickally in some very nasty ways. Furthermore, how it could be used to hasten someone along in very practical matters. A guide did show up by the name of Spiff (samekh, peh). He wasn't very impressive. I departed.

Hoodoo Herb and Root Magc

On the advice of Jason Miller, I bought the above named book. At first blush, it appears merely to be a catalog of herbs rather than a how to do hoodoo book. My guess is I'd rather have something in between but don't get me wrong, I will give it a go and move on from there. You have to start somewhere and I appreciate Jason's recommendation.

Yet that is not the point of this post. The first thing I noticed when I picked up the book was that it wasn't a book on ceremonial magick. "Brilliant", you may say, "however did you deduce that, Sherlock?" By feel. To me the book feels 'other'. I could almost see the night. I didn't get a bad or spooking feeling, only a sense of differentness.

The Huson book I railed against, didn't feel this way. Perhaps, the hoodoo egregore affects its book while Huson's does not. I don't know. I merely note the difference.

Caude Draconis - The Full Cycle

Tonight began with a little work on the Enochian ensigns of creation but I quickly realized that I needed a compass. Since I couldn't locate the proper tool for the job, I suspended the activity. I popped open another Terry Prachett book as I've been a voracious reader of fiction again, after quite some time off. Soon, I felt the call. My scalp tingled. Off I went to the temple to scry.

I did a very nice LBRP, BRH and MP x 3 and scried Cauda Draconis.

My first impression was of chaos, fear and depression. I saw lurid reds and purples swirling about. I do not know if I saw, sensed or simply understood through intuition but I suddenly saw purpose in destruction. There is actually much more freedom in destruction than in beginning. Yet, beginnings excite us and we fear collapse. What odd creatures humans are! In the midst of destruction, there is a quiet place, a void. Peaceful Potential. I enjoyed the silence.

As time past, I saw the Thoth Universe card. But no, it wasn't the entire card. I only saw the stylized ram's head normally hidden behind the dancer. There was no dancer, no kerubs just the boarders of the card and the ram's head, Aries.

I tried to enter the card but it eluded me. I was told I wasn't ready to pass through two doors at once but I should contemplate why I could see the Universe from Cauda Draconis. Fascniating. Cauda Draconis is an ending, destructive. Aries is a cosmic beginning. Spring time. Birth.

In this cycle of meditations, I've been exposed to the whims of Populus, an extraordinary lack of will. The hard work of Via that allows one to move away from the crowd -- a training ground for Will of a higher order. I've seen how exciting yet restrictive beginnings are. And how terrifying and freeing destruction can be.

Fascinating.

I've never liked geomancy much. I think I may change my mind, after I finish scrying all the figures.

Ringless

I took off my ring today to shower and forgot to put it back on. I was cranky all day and not as careful with my speech as I have been of late. No disasters, but I wasn't nearly as solid as I have been.

Cauda Draconis

Cauda Draconis didn't work out. I either couldn't or wouldn't enter the space last night. I am on too many pain meds to try again tonight.

A Typical Twenty-Four Hours

Since my last post, I've kept myself busy with the following:

Rit

I attended a rit at WitchDoctorJoe's. (Note: I call rits rites but Joe calls rites rits. I have no idea what the difference is between a rite and a rit. Someday, Joe will have to explain it to me. The event was called a Hecate's Supper. His coven did their normal rit but each of us brought cans of food and gave them to the goddess. In return, the goddess gave us a special gift. The food will go to a local food bank. The gift I took this as a deep sign of trust from Joe and his wife to My Gal and I. To Joe's grandmother, I promise to keep that trust.

Joe has a special sign he receives from grandma when she is near. Last night, I saw the sign and she had something to say to me. It was touching but I didn't fully understand. Without knowing of my speaking to his grandmother, Joe explained it to me today over lunch. This is the second spontaneous communication with a dead grand parent within a month. I've never had one before.

I am not a Wiccan but if I was in a coven, I'd want that same love and respect displayed for each other and for the god/goddess that I see at Veritas each time they invite us to guest. I did manage not to tear up this time. Magicians don't cry.

List

On a local list, someone brought up the topic of vampire discrimination. I contributed several long winded posts to the discussion. Isn't that a common topic around dinner tables all across America?

Enochian

Today, we completed the Sigillum Dei Ameth as you can likely tell from the pictures above.

I also cut out seven three by three pieces of .008 tin. Then we went to Kinko's and made copies straight out of Lon's book to a 3" size on silver paper for the Ensigns of Creation. Tomorrow we'll glue them together. Pictures to follow.

My Gal also found a table on Craig's list for $45. It was beautifully made to last in Denmark. The retired couple that sold the table were about the nicest folks you'd ever want to meet. They are the kind of people that make your heart happy even on a bad pain day like mine. Sweet gentle folks they were. I plan on saying a small prayer for them a little later. Meeting them was a pleasure. The table, of course, will be the table of practice for our Enochian magick.

So, as you can tell, it has been just an average day for your average American. I'm sure your neighbors were occupied doing the exact same thing as I. After all, we all must keep up with the Joneses.

Apologies if this post is a bit choppy. Tonight, I am full of pain medication.

Sigillum News

We are just about finished with the Sigillum Dei Aemeth. Carving wax isn't as easy as printing out a sigillum and gluing it to a board. I am all for Lon's "Dare to be Lazy" mantra, which I am sure he used to get people to do something. For a working magician, a little more effort is necessary. This tool began as large lumps of raw beeswax. My gal metaled them into a cooking tin. We copied to size the Sigillum from Lon's book and placed this over our wax disc. Then we poked through the copy with pins leaving us with a large game of connect the dots. Some portions are not pretty as we are amateur wax carvers. But the construction was well worth the effort. As I am nearing completion, I am having a very difficult time. The Sigillum has come alive. The force field it projects is palpable. This makes leaning over it to carve a very unique experience. It is uncomfortable. However, I will not doubt that this tool carries its own punch. Consecration is simply not necessary. Wow. I still feel that my head is in a different place after ten minutes out of its field. I only have the tiny lettering around the pentagram to go. I don't really want to stand over that thing right now but I will. Magicians must face discomfort if they are going to make any progress at all.

I noticed something else. If you place the Sigillum proper side up, the first letter number combination is 4 over T - 4/T - 4T. Say that slowly. Forty. Forty days and forty nights. Completion inferred from the beginning.

Caput Draconis

This is another lunar aspected geomantic figure. Caput Draconis is the head of the dragon.

As I entered the space, there was nothing. I vibrated the first god name. I felt and I mean felt the ground tremble as a gigantic foot landed between me and the exit. I continued with the rest of the names with this quite imposing beast behind me. The foot was attached to a dinosaur. After a moment of WTF?, I did something unusual. Instead of taking this literally, I realized the dinosaur was a metaphor for the primal, beginnings. The beast walked away. As he did, I realized the dangerous nature of beginnings. They are raw, primal, untested bursts of energy.

I asked about where this is happening in my life to know one in particular as I was once against told I was my own guide. I thought of my new job as supervisor. Technically, I am still in the position only temporarily. I thought of the Enochian work I've been doing.

I asked what do I needed to learn about this. I saw the three lower dots. Beginnings are narrow. You must act and move forward but the path does not allow for much leeway. That only opens up once you're established. I've known that before. Tonight made it more real.

The image of various forms of Caput Draconis is from http://www.golden-dawn.org/images/gd_fr14_tradition_fr14_pict14_caput.gif

Skrying Via

Tonight, I chose Via as a focus. This is another geomantic figure associated with the moon. When I entered, I found myself in darkness again. Against the blackness, stood dark gray metal scaffolding. A dull red glow, as if emitted from many welders, punctuated the scene. Smoke rolled through the area not unlike fog.

The four levels of scaffolding stood cold despite the welding hot spots. The four levels had obvious correspondences to the four worlds. Looking back, I should have paused at each level but no, I had to stand on top.

After vibrating the god name, the work-like feel to the place paused. Here is the potential of work. Work began again. At the archangel name, nothing much changed. At the choir name, a pentagram appeared before me. He gave me a name. Once again, the gemantria proved it useless. I asked the form if it was a pent of spirit and the top point flashed white. I asked if it was a pent of air and a loud nothing occurred.

I then heard that via appears in my life through my own work at the Work but often that work is for its own sake. That I'd do better to learn Populas, Cauda Draconis and Caput Draconis.

This was a longer meditation than this post makes it appear. My meditations\skrying have been much better focused of late. I feel more of that astral feeling than ever before. I feel like I am THAT close to having my body vibrate and to be free of it. Maybe that is because it is so close to Hallows.

Here is the Complete Tablet of Nalvage

Here is the Tablet of Nalvage that My Gal and I completed last night. While that looks like a gray moon in the picture, the tablet is actually very dark black. We took turns carving the letters.

Skrying Populus

Given the HUGE moon tonight, I decided to skry the geomantic figure Populus. Populus is associated with the moon.

At first, I saw nothing. I exited and entered the realm again. Darkness. Yet in the darkness I felt impinged upon. I asked for a guide, "You are your own guide." I have heard that a lot lately. I did not like this darkness. Slowly, I tried to make sense of what I was feeling because I certainly wasn't seeing anything. Thoughts of teenage school yard clicks came to mind. Then the idea of a lack of will. People moving with the crowd have no sense of individuality. They have a vague idea of their own but it is so irrelevant that they can't take a step toward any sympathy for another's emotions. This is why so many horrible things happen in big cities. This is why so much petty small things happen in big cities. This is why high school clicks can be so mean. In a crowd, we actually get removed from others.

The function of Populus is to coalesce. It brings like together. This thought led to asking about my time in Wicca. I heard that I refused to coalesce with what was forming but also that their was willed interference in that process by one individual. That individual feared the change that I represented. That individual does not hold such fear now.

I asked what my mistakes were. I heard that I did not respond to other people's emotional needs. That it is possible to reject that which is false and still respond to the emotional needs of others. Also, that despite the view OBVIOUS to others, I left too soon. There was unfinished work and that results in much of my conflict now.

I continued with Populus. Trying to further understand the nature of the place. I saw a flash of light blue. Then, eventually, a very odd figure. I am pretty sure the spirit was a he. He was gray with what appeared to be a skin tight camouflage pattern of black angular stripes. These stripes were on his face as well. The hair, wild. I asked what he was, "A spirit of the moon." "Do you have my best interest at heart?" "No, my own" "Thank you for being honest." I placed a banner of light between he and I. He withstood it but said it was too bright. I told him I was about to use god names. He was okay with that. He withstood them. Yet, I could not hold a discussion with him. Eventually, I asked him to go. I checked the gemantria of his name (Tau-Samekh-Tau-Alef). There is no lunar correspondence.

I then looked left and saw the symbol for Cauda Draconis. To the right was the symbol for Caput Draconis. Behind me was yet another geomantic figure of the moon, via. I was shown two ways to use Via and Populus in conjunction. One way allowed for leadership and another to hide in the crowd.

For those that have not looked at geomancy before. You can find the figures here.

Picture from: http://www.hermetics.org/gd/GD-4.html

Finished Tablet/Short Dream

Last night we finished carving the Tablet of Navalge. I must admit the the tablet has a deeply mysterious look to it. My brother-in-law took one look at its mostly completed form and retreated to his bedroom for the duration. While we are both eager to play with the new tool, we're setting things up properly by getting all the tools together first.

I dreamed last night as well about a very angry man. I am not sure if that was sent by a talented yet untrained woman I angered the other night or is a reflection of my lower nature. In either case, this fearsome man and I did not fight it out. I made a statement that someone in the dream interpreted for him. "He means he won't kill you now because he isn't sure you're threat at this time." He seemed okay with that.

Vision and Tablet

Today, I did and LIRP (Less Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram) and asked the angel Uriel how to manifest the feeling of peace I feel in my temple into the myself and the world. Normally, when I skry, I see images hanging in a black void. On occasion, I will see multiple images or even a landscape but things are very dark. This time, they were as bright as day. I saw vast fields. I saw the bull kerub. I saw more vast fields. Then, just out or just within the perception of my sight, I saw tiny dots of light coming together to form the earth, as if it is continually being made to roll by on some great conveyor. To my mind, it seemed like the beginning of the element. I have no idea how this answered my question.

Tonight, I carved the squares into the black tablet of Nalvage. After making some more pin pricks to outline the letters, I gave the task over to My Gal. When she is done, I will carve the letters. It is good to finally have a project we can work on together.

Subtle Leo? Nah, Couldn't Be

As a people, Leo's are not subtle. If we have something to say, we speak. When we have nothing to say, we say nothing. That doesn't happen often. I've been told that Leo's are opinionated.

Lately, I've been feeling like I am missing something subtle. Perhaps it is the religio-spiritual devotion I encountered on the path of the Star. Perhaps, I am close to toning down my fiery nature and the key is hovering just out of reach. Perhaps, my increase in recreational reading is relaxing my mind enough to sense other pathways the normal determined Leo can not perceive.

I am uncomfortable, in a good way. I feel like I am on the edge of potential. My mind is more then ready to let go of something but the rest of me does not understand what that something is -- yet.

I have a hope that this will help me to feel within myself the active peace I now feel in my temple space. Even better, to be able to share such a thing with others. I am also willing to discard these hopes should the reality of this change be something else entirely.

These times are very fun for me. I like being both a witness and a party to change. This is also interesting because I am sensing it before the triggering event, not after. Or, so I think at the moment. Once the change is realized, I may see a trigger long ago. I don't know.

I Spent the Night in Jail

Dreams can be funny things. Last night's was not. The dream created some slight stress and a day of trying to piece things together.

Whenever My Gal and I work on making the Enochian tools, my dreams take on a peculiar quality. The only thing that really changes is the lighting. If you've ever changed from normal light bulbs to those that radiate a spectrum closer to sunlight, you'll know what I mean. Today, we worked on the Sigillum Dei Aemeth by completing our paper versions before carving into the wax. The dream preceded that activity but it had the Enochian light.

In the dream, I broke into a prison. Before going in, a disembodied voice told me that when 'they' came looking for me, all I had to do was know that I was invisible.

The day was comfortable and sunny. I walked up to the prison through an area that reminded me of the out door eating areas at the Getty Museum. I walked up to the a set of large windows and was given a visitor's badge. I knew the person gave me much more than that. The badge was an electronic swipe key that opened every door in the place. As I walked through doors, I simply believed I'd be admitted and so I was. At one point, I became aware that the guards became aware of my presence and began looking for me. When they entered the room I was in, I simply believed they could not see me. Several times, they'd look right at me but were obviously unaware of my presence. Once, someone came back into the concrete room I was in and said, "He must be here. There was no place else for him to go." He looked around, became confused, and left. As far as I know, I never reached my goal.

That goal was never made clear. I may have been working to release myself. My Gal has another idea which will remain between us.

When working on the Sigillum, reproduced above for your convenience, I noticed the crosses. They reminded me of various obstacles and helpers I met along the way in my dream. The Sigillum is a labyrinth at the very least. I can stretch the metaphor and see in it the jail I walked last night.

The astute reader my recognize this is my second post about dreaming of a jail.

Purple Oval

Tonight, I stared at a purple oval on a green field, the tattwas of Akasha, spirit. I skried they symbol well.

Nothing.

I vibrated the appropriate god names. I saw a flash of white at the archangel name.

Nothing.

I heard that I am my own guide. This time, it was more true than in the subtattwas.

Nothing.

After a while, I felt that active peace my temple is radiating lately. Nice.

Nothing.

I contemplated this nothing and felt my brain fire every synapse at once. I love that feeling. I have no idea what it means as I never feel much different afterwards.

Nothing.

Then I perceived this peace was/is active and passive. Akasha, in the microcosm, is potential. Akasha is that space we try to create by banishing the manifested elements when doing the LBRP. That is but a stepping stone. Akasha can be invoked.

Proud to Be an American

I was born in 1965. In that decade, black Americans could not vote. There were white's and colored's drinking fountains. People were beaten for striving for civil rights. People faced fire hoses and dogs. People were willing to face death. People were killed.

Today, a black man was elected President of the United States. I don't care what side of the political spectrum you are on, that is a sign of the extraordinary growth of a people. I'd love to have eloquent words to say tonight. I have none.

I've never been brought to tears over an election, even those I've worked on. Tonight, history has been made. I've never been prouder to be an American.

McCain's concession speech was pure class.

Earth of Spirit

Tonight I skried the tattwas earth of spirit.

At first I saw nothing but felt a great peace. The feeling was exactly as I have felt lately as I enter my temple room. Things are so peaceful there. I vibrated the string of god names and found four pillars of stone around me. Upon closer inspection with a certain GD tool, I found the symbols of the fixed astrological signs carved into them. When I asked for a guide, they said, "We are your guide." Things were very dark. I was told there is less light hear than in other realms. I was able to see the pillars in other forms but I was disturbed by the lack of light. The sense of peace was awesome but still, something did not set right with this one.

Work Experience

Today, a couple of interesting things happened at work.

The first was that I had a very frustrating two hour conversation. I was quite pleased to notice that while I was not afraid to show my frustration, I made people laugh. I never once yelled or reached the boiling point. I asked others for help. I asked others to take over for me but since none did, I just kept moving on. This was a huge test of keeping my frustration from boiling over and I passed!

This is the answer to Jason Miller's question, "Why are you a magician?" I like to transform myself. I love that part.

The second thing that happened is that in that same meeting, I saw shapes in several people's aura's. Normally, all I can see colored light outlining their heads and upper bodies. This time, I saw yod's just above many foreheads. I thought how much it looked like the prince of wands from the Rider-Waite deck in both color and location. Though, the picture above isn't bright enough to represent what I saw. I have never seen such a thing. One person's were ill defined and she had several of them.