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.

The Advent of Winter Solstice

So I come upon myself a wash of detoxing chemicals and the scent of death. How should this be? I dedicate myself to the Sun, wash myself in the Light, anoint myself healer of the sick, and I fall headlong into the darkness. I dramatize of course, it’s not near as bad as all that.

With my recent planetary shift I knew that I would need to move my main altar to the East. I have traditionally kept my personal altar in the West. There is a Yin Yang principle at play in this. The Western Altar faces East and the Eastern Altar faces West. So now I find myself facing East. The Altar facing West, and the Western Wall of my Temple was empty. Like a black hole, it began to suck in all light, becoming plugged only by those things in my possession that were too dark to count for light, those things that were in fact of Death.

The Eastern Border of my Temple piled higher and higher. It has been many years since I have uncovered so many of my magickal items at one time. The Light shines on all things. And I open myself to the elements. The West, by contrast, reflects the Shadow cast by the Altar in the East. This shadow collapses in on itself.

There seems little need, ironically, for much discussion of the East and my new placement in the influence of Sol. Except to say that my prior work was exceedingly successful. However, this desire to heal others has turned on me. Apparently this ability is strongly knotted with the healing of one’s Self. It is indeed hard to pluck a splinter from your brothers eye when you have a log in your own. The strength of the Light when working from the Sun also tends to highlight one’s own personal flaws. If I may utilize redundancy with that last sentence to further illustrate my point!

Forgive me. I believe that the warmth of the slippers on my feet and the warmth of the wine in my belly are influencing my writing.

When you fully embrace the Solar magicks, not just utilize the Sun, but enter the Sun, and your work is the Light from the Sun, you yourself become darkness. If you project pure light, then what is left is darkness. That is not fully accurate. What is left is a darkness that is only dark due to the speed with which light moves through and out of it’s center. The core of the sun is pure darkness. Much in the way that the core of a black hole is in fact a Sun. The same as Yang holds the seed of Yin and the Yin holds the seed of Yang.

Now that I have moved past Pluto, through Mercury and am deeply embedded in the Sun, I find myself connected back to Pluto. Though only a countercharge, it has been an unexpected result. And this my Temple and my soul reflects.

Nonlocal Exorcism with Solar Influx

To begin I feel I should both apologize to and applaud recent participants in my rituals. To explain, a large aspect of my recent rituals has been that of spontaneity. The Chinese word that I took my Frater name from, Tzu Jan, literally translates as spontaneity. I have used this as the basis for rituals in the past, but recently this has become almost the rule of rituals that I present. The method of presentation quite literally has been, "This is the intent of the work we will do, these are the symbols, mythologies, and often my own personal opinions and interpretations that we will be utilizing. Now, this is what might happen, this is what I may be doing. Knowing these things do what you feel like you need to do." So I have asked allot of participating magickans. I have asked for their ability to act in the best possible manner during rituals, without allot of guidance. I have asked that participants be magickians, not participants. And without exception one and all have risen to and exceeded expectation.

The following ritual was no exception and in many ways much more dangerous that what I have asked of magickians in the past.

Nonlocal Exorcism with Solar Influx

I work at a Psychiatric hospital with severely psychotic individuals. I have noticed over the past few months that there seems to be a particular energy or type of psychosis that afflicts older black women. I have been working with one particular individual who has been afflicted with a particularly vile concentration of this. I have been considering an exorcism ritual for quite sometime. Knowing that this is not a working that could be accomplished in one working, thus this was a layered working. Also the exorcism certainly could not be performed with the individual at the hospital, not by any of my personal methods at any rate. So it also had to be performed nonlocally.

I have done some much lighter versions of this with other individuals. When an individual gives me something (i.e. drawings, handwritten notes, pieces of trash, packets of spice, crayons etc.) I have placed them on my altar for a period of time, said daily prayers over them and then burned them. 2 of the 3 individuals that I have done this with have been discharged from the hospital and not returned. The severity of this case and a couple of others has upped the ante.

The day of the ritual the individual OM gave me two tootsie rolls. These I used as sacrament for those who were willing to partake. On that day as well, another individual asked that I pray for her. There was a heavy emotional charge during this day. Two women broke into tears and required immediate attention from myself and another co-worker. Later both of those women broke into spontaneous worship and revival style prayer.

The basic intent was to exorcise the demons of psychosis, enhance my personal ability to exorcise demons and heal by my presence and desire open-handedly also to move fully into the sphere of Sol in my astronomical macro-microcosmic work and to use this shift to enhance all of above stated intent.

The ritual:

Set up involved placement of a single candle, incense, a sigil, small altar and the cut tootsie rolls in the center of the room. Chanting took the form of glossolalia. Instruction involved my telling the participants that I would be drawing from solar powers, exorcising the demons described above and to chant and do what they felt necessary. There was a warning and informed consent concerning the nature of what we would be dealing with. Aside from this there was allot of discussion but little instruction.

Once the chanting had begun I handed out the sacrament to those willing. I then set to work clearing Mercury form my mirror and drawing in Sol. When I turned back to the circle I went into full chant and went straight to the hospital. There I performed all of the ritual acts that I have wanted to perform at work but have been unable to. I dealt very heavily with OM's exorcism but then, contrary to plan, ended up being flooded by others. So, very much like I do at work, I dealt with these "demons" as they came. In the end I centered myself on the unit that I was focusing on and allowed the solar energy to build within me until it exploded from me saturating the hospital and vaporizing this demon psychosis in its path.

I don't think I speak for myself when I say I was utterly exhausted after the ritual had been completed. Frater Usul wisely suggested another banishing be performed.

Following ritual work did tend to energize me and I have felt quite well since. Of course more will be known concerning results over the next few weeks at work.

Prior work by Frater Usul, dealing with the throat chakra and communication blended well with my personal work of the evening. Further result from this chakra work have manifested in interpersonal dealings not appropriate to put in this medium. However, suffice it to say that there have been positive results from this work.

sigil vid 1.wmv

Yi

Dealing with a few things. 1) Motion toward Solar work 2) Job 3) My place in the Tao.

So my decreasing draws to close. My time of loss and humility smoothly transition into the next phase. My cup is being filled. Thunder indicated firm resolution. Water from above sustains and fulfills, abundance of chi, thunder below. Wind above, outward flowing chi. Resolution to help aid and assist mankind.

King Wen’s decision; “favorable to have somewhere to go. Favorable to cross great rivers.” There is plenty of wind for my little wooden boat.

Relevant commentary:

“The joy of people is boundless; Increase of what is lower comes from what is above; It’s ways are greatly brightened. Favorable to somewhere to go because it is favorable and correct and therefore is blessed. Increase moves with gentleness and mildness, it proceeds daily without limit, heaven bestows and earth accepts, thereby things increase without restriction.”

“The Tao of increasing always proceeds in harmony with the time.”

“The superior person follows the good when he sees it and corrects his faults when he finds them.”

Initial 9: Favorable to engage in conducting great accomplishments. Supreme good fortune, no fault. Though the lower is not suitable to engage in great affaires. Increase alternates to watching.

Fifth nine: With sincerity and truthfulness , benefiting their hearts. No need to ask. Supreme good fortune, My virtue will be favored. No need to ask the reaction, this is what he really wants. Increase alternates to nourishing. 

Personal interpretation:

Heading toward Solar work. It is a good time to make this journey form mercury to the sun. Build a wooden sail boat to navigate the path. Symbols for this path will be three magi riding a wooden sailboat through an ocean of stars.

My boss and supervisors are good and will provide me with what I need. My working for the welfare of the people will always bring good fortune.

My place in the Tao is represented by the cup. I am an open vessel being filled.

 

In my absence

So much has occurred over the past few months during blogging inactivity I fear that to even try to recount any of it would miss the point entirely. Much of it has been of an intensely personal nature and thus not bloggable. If I remember correctly I mentioned that I was going to be stepping back from the blog for a minute.

Joined the Masons (swearing in on the Tao Te Ching) got job, moving from mercury into the sun. 

This is just a breaking the ice… Coming back into my own.

Xuan Wu

One of four creatures associated with the cardinal directions in Chinese mythological cosmology, the Xuanwu, (“dark warrior,” sometimes translated as “black warrior”) is a chimera-like hybrid animal with the head and tail of a snake and the body of a tortoise.

Unrelated to the twelve creatures of the Chinese zodiac, these four creatures each has its signature color, season, element, celestial quadrant, and other features: Green or Blue Dragon of the East (Qinglong: spring, water), Red Phoenix of the South (Zhuque: summer, fire), White Tiger of the West (Baihu: autumn, metal), and Dark Warrior of the North(Xuanwu: winter, earth). The fifth direction—that is, the center of the universe—in this cosmological map is China itself.

The origin of the cardinal-direction creatures is said to date back to the Warring States period (475–221 B.C.E.) and the Han dynasty (206 B.C.E.–220 C.E.).

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Other Chinese legends also speak of how the "Tortoise General" and a "Snake General" came to be. During Xuánwǔ's study to achieve enlightenment and god status he was told that in order to fully achieve god status, he must purge all humanly flesh from his body. Since he was born he had been eating the food of the world, humanly food, therefore his stomach and intestines were still human. Legend told of an event that a god came and changed out his human stomach and intestines for a godly body so he could fully achieve god status. (It was also said that the stomach and intestines that were tossed out became the "Tortoise Mountain" and "Snake Mountain".) The stomach and intestines taken out by the god who did the surgery on Xuánwǔ were said to have taken on the shape of a tortoise (stomach) and a snake (intestines). As many Chinese legends speak of certain animals becoming demons over time as they gain knowledge, that's what the tortoise and snake became, and terrorized people. As Xuánwǔ, now in his god status, heard of this, he came and slayed the demons from his past. However, he did not kill them, as the snake and tortoise demons showed remorse. He let them train under him and atone for their wrong doings, and they became the "Tortoise General" and "Snake General", and they assisted Xuánwǔ with his quests.

According to another source, once Xuánwǔ's had begun study of the way, he discovered that he must purge himself of all his past sins to become a god. He learned to achieve this by washing his stomach and bowels (intestines) in the river. In the washing of his internal organs, his sins melted from them and into the river in a dark, black form. These then formed into a black tortoise and snake who terrorized the people. Once Xuánwǔ learned of this, he returned to conquer the forms of this past sins and subdue them under himself and they became his servants.

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Xuan Wu. Mercury. The Black Warrior of the North.

Hermetic days

For those keeping up this blog, sorry. I have been keeping much more personal notes in my handwritten journal as of late. Some things are not to be blogged, or made public in any form. Thus is the nature of the beast.

I will give you this. I picture of my current altar.

I have two things going on. There are heavy Mercury workings afoot.

But even heavier Immortality workings. You see I have been a heavy smoker for may many years. For most of those years I have been smoking non-filtered roll your own cigarettes. By many years I mean over half of the time I have been on this earth. A few years ago I got a serious case of pneumonia. Since then I developed chronic bronchitis. You would think I would quit. And I did several times for a few month long stints. I am now getting over another bad case of pneumonia. I have come to believe the smoking may not kill me but that it IS killing me. This I cannot tolerate. I am too young, my family too young and my great work too infantile!

I may post my Breaks from my last smoking ritual at a later date. Shit I gotta minute I will post them now.

I have done two ritual with this intent. One with Fratres ST and JD. Very powerful and very painful. I faltered few days alter of my own weakness. I reactivated the ritual by simulating the ritual to the best of my ability. The following is the journal entry from this last ritual. Which has held strong.

1:13:2010

Burned Heavily Dave Lee's Alchemy Aromatics Banishing Incense

Reactivation of the no smoking ritual. This time with aids. Lozenges, etc.

semi recreation of 1st. 1st didn't fail., it wained after some tough times, too tough, too much to go into during ritual writing. [I failed].

Sexually charged sigil, yellow candle, picture of my son, last cigarettes, lozenges, demon slaying sword, offering bowl ashtray, 3* mark, Pine MNT bottle, divination box.

1st cigarette

too much mars in life

Smoking ANY incense too often will kill you

especially Mars

Extinguish cigarette on sword.

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2nd cigarette

a 4th appears where there was 3

break the last one

no more pleasure in this act

only alleviation of another displeasure

How can I mentor

Or even consider myself a magi

If I cant kill my own tormenting demon

Especially if that demon is killing me!

This demon is too easy to pass on

TO loved ones, one's children in particular

You do NOT want your son to struggle with this

Extinguish cigarette on demon slaying sword

___ ___

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3rd cigarette

there is another, this should be the last but there is one left.

This IS the last 2 to break

Strange how tricky this demon is, to the point of manipulating

and distorting simple math!

I don't even like this anymore

Finish to affirm the distaste!

I can feel the sickness in this one.

Almost done. a bit of nausea

Cigarette extinguished on demon sword.

______ old

______ old

Hexagram:

_____ _____

___________

_____ _____

___________

___________

___________

Ritually broke 4th

Ritually broke 5th

Empty contents into bowl over Demon Slayer. Empty Box thrown to CWTZ

Finished water from Pine MNT bottle

Finish by IOA at main altar with wand

--ritual had its own plans

Burned rest of Sammael candle at both ends on top of sword

The whole thing caught fire

All tobacco burned and encased in yellow wax.

Hexagram of power over this demon. Mine i=s dead,m the problem is that is it such a rampant and fast breading demon an its offspring is innumerable.

Kan - cloud

Qian - heaven

Xu

the Tao of eating and drinking

Waiting on rain the Way the shaman waits patiently for rain during a drought. Needing the rain but waiting patiently until it comes of its own. I need to be over my addiction but must also wait patiently for it to leave of its own.

"If one has faith and remains steadfast, ones future will be bright."

Plutonian Ritual Acquistion

This evenings evocation of Pluto was designed primarily to obtain information for the Right of Pluto.

Do to the upcoming event I will not publish too much of this.

The skeleton stag - extinction

inevitable end

stand glowing in a forest that has never known light

Pluto cannot be directly known

It is the antithesis of knowing

the naught

the Abyss, the HunTun

Pluto is our Xaos

Marionette praying to a flatulent god [break]

bring Pluto to center

Source of all darkness and fear

before death and life

Its nothing is deeper than our...

This is a bornless ritual. I am seeing that more clearly now than I think I wanted to admit. I also saw during my meditations a very strong connection between the HunTun mythology and Pluto. The abyss here is a vacuum, Pluto becomes a reflection not of our sun but of the black hole at the center of our galaxy. We are going way further out now than our solar system. Is Pluto a planet? It doesn't even matter at this point. It is a designated point of nothingness, the closest we have within our solar system to that moment before the big bang. If for no other reason than it is the furthest out our heliocentric planetary magicks go (for most).

The gua: Xiao Guo

Fly, but not beyond your grasp! This is our limit. Pluto. The furthest our consciousness can travel without being obliterated by pure void. the overreaching hand grabs only misfortune. While abysmal this is a pure force. This is Yin to the Suns Yang. Much more so than the moon. The moon being a counter charge. Pluto is THE yin. An excellent place to cast nearly any kind of magick from do to its contrary nature. The magickian becomes the counter charge of yang and stands grounded more solidly in yin. The magickian must be pure in their intent to cast from this place lest they reverse their potency. Death resulting. What is cast from Pluto is pure by its nature. Yin serves to strip intent of all but the purest arrows of Will.

Four Yin with two Yang. The magickian should carry two wands.

The opposite qua, that of the magickian entering Pluto is Zhong Fu / innermost sincerity.

Thats its for now. I need to review my past notes from this sphere.

[afterthought: the original monasticism failed miserably. I am however 10 days nicotine free. this has not come easy. I got the flu or some such illness and have been confined to the house on antibiotics. Needless to say my Will reserves were completely drained by my efforts to quit smoking and most every other use of it dissolved.]

Plutonian Monasticism (day I)

IAO

plutos sigil blazes in the cardinal zones

burned Alchemy Aromatics Pluto Incense (available at www.tzujan.net)

stood erect and empty pulling, pulling magnetic

saffron and damar

pure yin to the yang of the Sun

crystal balls, translucent spheres, crystal skulls

black lodestone center.

reverse sigil extinquish all zones

"Ahhh! Woooh! What's happening? Who am I? Why am I here? What's my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Okay okay, calm down calm down get a grip now. Ooh, this is an interesting sensation. What is it? Its a sort of tingling in my... well I suppose I better start finding names for things. Lets call it a... tail! Yeah! Tail! And hey, what's this roaring sound, whooshing past what I'm suddenly gonna call my head? Wind! Is that a good name? It'll do. Yeah, this is really exciting. I'm dizzy with anticipation! Or is it the wind? There's an awful lot of that now isn't it? And what's this thing coming toward me very fast? So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like 'Ow', 'Ownge', 'Round', 'Ground'! That's it! Ground! Ha! I wonder if it'll be friends with me? Hello Ground!

[dies] " The Whale

IAO

First day of monasticism. Nicotine withdrawal bad.

Ouranian Barbaric Word

Opened temple

Burned Alchemy Aromatics Kyphi Incense

It is my Will to discover the Ouranian Barbaric word for PEACE.

Sigil cast for two nights prior. Sigil cast again outside temple prior to working.

Sigil drawn now.

Meditation, deep humming vibration, solve et coagula

Disruptive thought, bell rings, Om

Sad thought, bell rings, Om

Angry thought, bell rings, Om

Peace resounds in the sharp high tone of mind and the deep low rumble of guts

The Die is cast.

I am called outside to me duties. This is ritual now.

Calculation made

interpretation...

Personal relevance:

Heng-Long Lasting-Duration

Thunder above Wind Below

A heart is drawn beside the boat that carries the old married couple home

Stop and Be

The creek has a path. If you are in the creek it causes only misfortune to move against it.

Be defined by the situation.

"The way of long lasting is to let the situation determine one's changes and transformations."

-Master Huang