The Hermetic Walk of Seven Monks

Last night seven monks gathered at the Tzu Jan Temple in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains on the auspicious first night of the Saros 156 cycle. The partial solar eclipse on this day marked the beginning of a cycle of eclipses lasting 12 to 13 centuries. It is possible that the seven monks will continue on their journeys until July 14th, 3237; if not together then as independents. No one is for sure if they were immortals, rumor has it that they were.

The monks drank of consecrated wine. The spirits of several peoples were infused, to include the great oceanic squids, Godzilla and Thanateros. They had traveled from great distances to be with one another on this night and made merry within a sacred circle drawn by the seven. The monks drew five points of light and sound from within themselves and placed them at the four sacred corners of the world.

This done, the seven monks lit their lanterns and walked into the wilderness. A few townspeople saw them enter the wilds in the darkness of night. Such was the intensity of their focus and presence that none dared to stop and ask why these monks were leaving. The monks themselves kept the true nature of their purpose close to their hearts, with many intimations shared only with one another, but none speaking the true purpose aloud, even among themselves.

The chi was such on this night that the moment they were out of the artificial light and under the canopy of trees shaded even from starlight they were pulled headlong and with great speed into the sacred cool, damp, darkness of the wild.

One monk asked, "What are we to learn?"

Answer: "Enlightenment"

Monk: "Isn't enlightenment a rather selfish goal?"

Answer: "As your enlightenment increases so does that of the world"

Monk: "And what enlightenment exactly?"

Answer: "That of Nature"

Monk: "Internal nature or external?"

Answer: "Is there a difference?"

To be cont.

Dietary Monasticism II

The whole world shifts in vibrant jiggling colors and kaleidoscopic vomit illuminations.

I have become an obsessive calorie counter. Yes yes, I know the quality of the food and all that counts more, but I am finding that the only way to keep that edge of hunger on me that is so beneficial to mental states a acuity, is to obsessively count the calories until they are low. I am trying to not go over 1480. This has caused me to desire higher quality food, as there is such a difference in digestion and the energy the food is eventually transformed into. Very much like putting crappy water downed gas in your car vs the good stuff. You may not notice going to the store, but over the long haul, you notice better stamina and longer performance. ;) and yes if you were thinking.... yes that too :).

I am getting used to this edge of hunger. I like it. Makes me feel alive.

dietary monasticism

I am still in Qian. This trigram is very easy to move within, but very hard to move from. I would recommend if movement through the eight is more controlled that the practitioner save Qian for last. This is not a bad thing. It is simply that the lessons are a bit intense, as one would expect.

If I am to be Tzu Jan, there are several things that I must see to. First I must develop my diet to suit my body. I have severe GERD. I suffer from this on a daily basis and without medication it is intolerable. So it must be that my diet is not Tzu Jan for me. I must find that naturalness so that my body does not have conflict and turmoil. What is pain, but internal imbalance and conflict? Ugh, I am not looking forward to this potentially permanent monasticism. At least the outset of it.

Big Poplar Two Wand Eight Mile Ritual Walk

1. Find an 7-8 mile circular trail
2. Obtain two wands
• Either before or during the first mile of the walk
• Select wands of relatively equal size and strength
3. Cary one wand in the left and and one in the right
4. Walk
5. When you come full circle break the wands while pointing the broken ends toward the chest
6. Dispose of the wand waste

Results from this ritual walk were strange and powerful. The macrocosm asks something of me, something pertaining to my own health as this relates to my personal strength and power.  The resounding answer was “YES”.

At one point while playing with the clouds and wind the universe looked down on me and said “you really have no idea what your doing.” This struck me as simultaneously true and ridiculous. I felt a tingling surge of energy that manifested in a deep hearty laughter. I laughed aloud in the face of the universe.

The past snuck up on me and I found myself quite sad. I was instructed by time.

“Looking into the past with such longing and desire is the same as looking at your own organs in your hands. Just as your organs are part of you, so is the past. But we cannot bring the past back nor can we look upon the organs of our own body without disastrous result.  One should be glad that the past is of us and has shaped who we are NOW, just as we should be glad that our organs are IN us and keeping us alive.”

And when I broke the sticks and at the point at which I injected the Chi (heart) there was a physiological surge, a quickening of heart rate and a tingling warmth that radiating our from my center.

Qian

I didn’t realize until this evening that I was developing my own personal arrangement of the 8 primary gua. This arrangement coming not from my mind or contemplation but the random action of the gua themselves. As should all ritual use of the gua be, a manifestation of the  practitioner who is using them, the circling of one individual soul. Further, there is movement toward a larger ritual working. It makes since that this would present itself to me with Qian, the perfect manifestation of creative energy.

*interesting note: Qian is one of the twelve tidal qua representing May.

*Baguazhang (eight trigram palm)

Commentary on Sexual Chi

While sitting on the back porch and surveying my yard…

Sexual energy, when dissected from interpersonal and/or social mores IS synonymous with healing energy.  At the very least can be used to the same effect.

It must be allowed to run free. It must have no restriction. When this is done; when sexual desire and direction is allowed to run its course, you, those around you and those you direct your energy toward will heal. 

Often this involves allowing oneself to fully experience the intensity of fear, anxiety, jealousy and possessiveness. Doing this, the flow of chi permeates existence. As creation itself is an act of sexual motion. Creation itself is a manifestation of the union and consummation of all of existence.

It is the energy, not necessarily the ACT.  We must not let the purity of this energy be confused with lust. Lust can be utilized to achieve the opposite result. But that is another topic.

Xun

Jan Fries

Wind and Wood

Gentle penetration

Breath (chi perhaps)

Early summer

Master Alfred Huang

Sequence of the gua: “When the traveler has no place to take shelter, Proceeding Humbly follows.”

The wind blowing gently moves in and out of trees, rustles leaves, and cools the skin. It penetrates into the very soul of emotional response. Blow the candles on your altar out gently, lest you spray wax all over. In the same way the wind if too strong breaks branches, tears things up and chases people indoors. It is the same with wood. If one tries to thrust a sharpened pole into the ground it will only go so far. On the other hand, the gentle growth of a root can penetrate deep into the earth, even breaking through layers of rock.

Commentary on the decision: “…The firm proceeds humbly to the central position. Its will is able to be fulfilled.”

I had associated this previously with Orange magicks. Perhaps revisit in consideration of this new “…Central position…Will is…fulfilled” bit. Now, thinking Octarine. However humble and gentle aids in making friends, this influential aspect may be somewhat like a Taoist yellow or green. This does bode well with the Green. I am leaning in this direction, heavily now. Gentle penetration will ultimately aid tremendously in the acquisition of allies. The debate here for me is really between Octarine and Green.

Upon further examination and meditation I begin to realize the ones octarine hexagram must be chosen or discovered, just as the color octarine itself. This will of course shift all of the trigrams. I think that I and my readers are going to have to be happy with the disclaimer that this particular i-ching colors of magick layover is a personal interpretation and must be discovered individually. For instance Xun feels exceptionally Green to me. When thinking of my personal Octarine I can only see Gen, the Mountain, keeping still.

Thomas Cleary

Really starts off with this idea of Sun Green. He describes the traveler with no companions needing to harness the ability to acquire trust and develop familiarity relatively quickly in order to find shelter. This ability is a direct result of being adaptable. He also repeats this idea that it is beneficial to see great people, which I am just picking up on. Of course, should I be acting strongly in my influential personality traits, great and influential people would be a benefit to meet.

I will have to get back to the Wilhelm works.

Total after thought. I wonder if this Hun as any relation to the Hun in Hun Tun.

just added the chart above. these things may play out with little to now help from me. Good, lol.

On Occasion

There is a name for the experience that befalls me now. I am assured by all synaptic firing that if I had known it I most certainly do not know it now. And this knowledge, this perfect flawless knowledge is correct.  If I could adequately express the emotion of laughter, that laughter that pervades all things and expresses all things I would. But my language skills are lacking. formal education does not prepare one for Samadhic experience of daily living.

Why today, why now? Your guess is as good as mine. Perhaps exorcise and drink combined with a sense that I do good in the world on a daily basis (or at the very least try). I am vibrating now with the experience of my child running through the house. Not just aware of it, but experiencing it. I would almost expect to have these types of revelations should I be taking acid or otherwise be under the influence of ecstasy or some other illuminatory enhancing drug. But I am not. 

Interesting that my first compulsion while experiencing this was to write, to become a vessel for transcription. Such is my lot I suppose.

I write now from a spontaneous moment of real life gnosis. No chemical induction, no ritually enhanced state of mind. just me, my experience of my family and the sublime experience of perfection. “I need my blue car” my son sais, reminding me of Jim Morrison's “blue bus”

Ahh, these things we are. and I with no new reading, no new methods, no new magickal revelation to bring to the table. Yet, I stumble into this brilliant light I call the illumination of my own personal existence, without the history, mythology, or myriad mystical kabalistic correlations.

I experience, play, laugh, tickle, am tickled, express awe at a vision I have had a thousand times, repeat repeat repeat, then vegetate on some show specifically designed to numb the thought process, and it does. and I ease into hypnotic sleep. Less dreamless that is has been.

Shakuhachi

In the time that I haven't been blogging the work I did to aid me in my work with severely psychotic and dangerous individuals has continued to develop. I began teaching a class on meditation and yoga. The individuals have really taken to this and many of them seem to have gained allot from it.

After some easy chair yoga and stretching I guide the individuals into a quiet meditative state by playing my Shakuhachi flute for 20 to 30 minutes. I do this twice a week. In my early classes one individual said "Its like you are saying a prayer for me." I was surprised and delighted by his intuition. As these classes have become more refined I have been slipping into gnosis a bit during the meditations. I have felt that I needed to be careful and pull back a bit as gnosis gets deeper. However, I have also noticed that as my gnosis gets deeper the class gets calmer. There is a static hum that radiates throughout the room.