Monasticism Day VII

It is My Will that confidence be instilled in my customer base

GPR banished by bedside

Clean sheets and clean skin milky stars

Passive to the point

Intensive pleasure cast headlong into the Tzu Jan Star

good night, good night, good night.

Dreams resist me. Running late for Ms graduation

Atlanta traffic kills us and wicked Inn keepers don't keep words

No room for half our party, three beds for 6

I am running late. Out the window.

Running fast, fast up and down stairs

Leaping high onto a grocer cart piled 3 stories high

I can get in to the window from here

White dress black tux a newly wedded couple sitting atop the junk with me

The cart swings and sways unstable, I cant get back in the window.

Waking up is fowl.

Monasticism Day VI

It is my Will to rest complete in my sleep

Sleep fell upon me and pentagrams burned

At the four quarters of my bed

My head burned with darkness

My right hand burned with sadness

My feet burned with regret

My left hand burned with desire

I awoke with faint memory of dreamscape escaping

Fist to the face of foes, a jihad of consciousness

Upon waking an escape occurred and I rested

Banished and rested some more

Monasticism Day V

It is My Will...

SLKNT is much more than at first inspected

SLKNT is evolution, adaptive mutation

Learn to conserve this

Learn to manipulate this

Draw what one is, out into the environment

Burn the proper wicks and smoldering sigils

Quit procrastinating and make making made!

Make sacrament of Coffee

Make instigation

Monasticism Day IV

It is my Will to experience a little death

My death, the expulsion of Qi freely given

Midnight sex rights massage banishing

Dirty end

Blinding light

sleep, dark, dreamless, deadly sleep

4am and calm, 7am and calm

5pm and calm

There is nothing in this save illumination

There is nothing in me

I become the abyss and I represent

Notes from a Frater indicate a death I cannot see

In dream we wear the same pants

Two legs, one torso two chaospheres

And we shop in Asian markets for just the right size

Monasticism Day III

It is my Will to walk through this darkness with calm resolve

as on level ground

to flow as water through a crevasse

K'an flows through smoke of water

The scent of lotus heavy in perception

The token gives passage and I am thrown into the depths

Frozen water surround, freezing water captures

As breathing slows to hypothermic the sigil is cast

And I wait

Blood of the moon reflecting impossible distances

The smoke rings Míngwángxīng

And I am given Sun

The water is low and the mountain is high

K'an is kept away and cultivation begins

I am to design two small bowls for sacrifice

Going with the time it is that I should decrease the firm and increase the yielding

"Thus the superior man controls his anger and restrains his instincts"

Six in the fifth supreme good fortune and ten tortoise shellsAfter ten changes it should be known

That evaporation from the lake rains down and nourishes the mountain

Restrain the self that others may prosper

Sexual Gnosis -->black ray

Monasticism Day II

It is my Will to invoke the intelligences of Pluto

Míngwángxīng

Bell rings

Míngwángxīng

Bell rings

depths of distant screaming hells

hollowed halls and courts of judgment

It is my place here safely frozen quietly listening

Repenting silently in the tenth

A boat and a little blue bearded man gives coin

A bell and a skull of silver token

Myrrh burns solid and my will is done

Dreams: recorded elsewhere to maintain privacy.

NOX + Monasticism day I

Last nights NOX rituals hit the spot for me. On many levels I felt very confident and excited about the direction that the Kalatchela is going. That aside everyone's rituals were awesome.

My ritual.

Taoist Death Metal and the Art of Demon warfare.

This ritual was quite simply an evocation of my personal demons into the willing magickians around me. This done an exorcistic battle ensued. Three total and very heavy exorcisms.

This ritual also marked for the the taking of the Lesser Observances of a Monk of Chaos for a period of at least one week, perhaps longer.

Monasticism day I:

1. Spent nearly 10 minutes looking for my staff which seemed to just vanish into thin air. Found it.

2. IAO banishing in the car on the way home from temple.

3. No dreams.

4.

Link Break Curse Back

Listen to old crone groan and the sizzle of sigil scents

Demon portal bloodhound pack circles

Blood on the door wiped clean and thanks for the link

Burning boiling hell that is yours

You can keep it

Your own sadness, your own depression, your own feelings of inferiority, your own attempts to bolster your week little ego, your own controlling manipulative string of lies

You can keep it

smoldering fields were battles were won

Two taps of the cane forever echoing

2, 2, 2, 2 is ultimately 8 and we close

5. Two sexual gnosis dedicated to magick. One with partner one solo. The first was used to charge a RED chaosphere. The second began as a black chaosphere that hovered above my head then shot a ray of yellow into my chest. This caused me to involuntarily convulse for perhaps 20 seconds. the intensity of that casting was a bit unexpected, but good, very good.

and where the fuck have you been?

Okay I really have no intention of answering that. I have been.

Ritual meditation this evening
Heavy smoke and rolls of pillar snow
Transfer, slight of mind, play of hand, relax
Placement is magick, manipulation of object one
Preparation for the move to object two
One in two and AAACHOO x 2
Kuei is out and playing games
7 die and a bird sings a song to the moon
63º and midnight
Yin is quicker than Yang