Magus Alan Moore and his Pot 'o Bovril

Airplanes, Lost Balloons, and Static Rainbow Augurgies

                               

    

For some time I have been looking at the sky with a prying eye.

It is not often that we see occurrences of the rare kind such as lost balloons floating in the open sky or a glimpse of a glistening rainbow not to mention a daylight meteor; these days airplanes are quite often seen in the sky but still we look up as they tend to draw our attention - I mean, people flying up high in the air?! Still an amazing thought!

Each one of these appearances and many other certainly have their divinatory significance.

You can look at different colours of lost balloons floating about and give them significance even though there may be no significance at all - it really is just a balloon sending off on its way - but I believe the underlying reality of it is in your own awareness opening up and being reminded of something, ex. preciousness of life or impermanence or something.

All of these things: airplanes, balloons, meteors, rainbows etc. are, in my opinion, augurgies of your enlightened wake-up call. How regularly are we stuck with our noses in the stale air around us? Sniffing up our own and other peoples farts?!

Looking up to the sky is a reminder of our insignificance and immediacy in a much greater space. To see a single balloon (or collection of balloons) floating in the far distance of a very large sky can be a recollection of one's own very lonely path in life (even though you may have tons of support and friendship you are always on your own path).

Snap out of it! that is why we have these things to drew our attention back to the greater picture; i.e. this is why we have the ability to recognise the vast space of our minds...

Boy Scout White, Brown, Green... Magick

Hail to our Sovereign Lord the Grand Master 77 Degree B.P.
Blessed be his right hand The Architect, his left hand The Scribe
Blessed be his right foot The General, his left foot The Mason
Blessed be his head The Pyramid, his base The Pedo
Blessed be, Baden Powell, Baden Powell,
Baden Powell, Baden Powell,
Baden Powell, Baden Powell...

I gest! But it is not too far from the truth.

(*Vajra Phurba Shunyata* Shunyata Shanti Shanti Shanti*)





The Boy Scouts are rich with ceremonial proceedings; one could easily recognize possible Masonic elements within the usual Boy Scout evening. Saying that, one can actually see such strange ceremony in most military uniforms.

This is not a rant about Boy Scouts but rather a call to awakening; an awakening into the Magick of Boy Scout practice.

I am forever grateful for the skills I learnt as a Boy Scout, especially now as I enter into the realm of magick; I remember such traits as knot-craft, survival skills, social rapport, respect and authoritative responsibility, first-hand experience with the elements, emergency ingenuity and so forth.

The Boy Scouts take their practice seriously, it is no easy feat to accomplish some tasks set out towards the fulfillment of the Scout goal - to be of complete service.

Indeed, the Boy Scout tradition is ultimately a preparation of the young individual for the obstacles of life - even though there are actual obstacles in Boy Scout training, these reflect quickly as useful traits in the fluctuating obstacle course of life.

Okay, I will admit, I found many of the little quaint intricacies of Boy Scouting foolish and wimpish, i.e. much of the pomp and circumstance is really just that - plenty of bells and whistles to keep old poofs giddy.

My request is to keep the Boy Scouts hard edged and humored. I guess it has a lot to do with the Scout troop I grew up with. My superiors did not take any shit from snot-nosed little rants, we were taught the hard way to face our obstacles... I will not go into detail here. I will say this, we were told 'War Stories' that were horrifying enough to give young boys 'Bomb Shock'.

This is something they do not tell in the Scouts (as I am sure they themselves do not even know), that we were being schooled in old magick. Learning formal rituals, advancing up ranks and hierachies, practicing various gestures (left hand shake right hand salute), tying intricate knots, and wearing a unique set of insignia through various achievements.

The Boy Scouts, one could say, is right up there with the Freemasons, the Lions, the Round Table as lovely social charitable groups for aging men (except that for the factor of the members being young boys) but they do share a common ground in their ritual proceedings. The Boy Scouts also share a rich history of ceremony wielded in ancient proceedings.

I am curious as to what magick I had opened myself towards in the Boy Scouts; I will continue to reflect on this.

In Case of the Unlikely Event of a Cyber Fire...

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Preparing the Heath Wreath for the Decemeber Feasts

 

Materials used: Pine wood and twine.

This is my first attempt at making a wreath and it already defies the conventional idea of the typical round wreath. Sure, in my mind I had the idea of a dream-catcher, but in this instant the wreath receives guests but also send them along with a warmth of homeliness and merrydom.

 

Further materials: Wool, Pine Needles, Holly leaves and Pine Cones.

The colour of the wool used is: green, red, burgandy, white and black. Webbed together they unite several elements of jolly, joy, good health, purity and others for the new season and year.

The wreath was finished off with a wool webbing and the nodes were bound to lock energy.

This wreath is to welcome the joy and peace of the festive season, it will be placed or hung near the front door of the house to welcome guests with a feeling of prosperity and safety.

I recommend you try making your own wreath some time - it is good fun! I have the great benefit of having a Pine Tree in the back garden from which most of my material comes from.

So mote it be!
Three by three by three!

Namo Amita Buddha!

Lotus from the Setting Sun Mandala

It is an incomplete work but for the time being it aims to reflect the Setting Western Sun (Amita Buddha) in the centre, flanked by the Four contemporary gates of the other Buddha families.

More info to come with furthering of the mandala.

Amita Blessings!

h.n.

A Varja Doha from the likes of Chuck Shuldiner

Empty Words

Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

[Chorus:]
Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words...
No escaping from those haunting
empty words...

[Solo: Schuldiner]

Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To by thought rewind in order to find

Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on our own-
And seeing what is real...

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined

Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit

[Repeat chorus]


http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/death/symbolic.html#3


I remember listening to Death as a young boy and feeling the strange surge of intellectual power run through my veins. After years of admiring this rare and precious musical collective, I have come to think of Chuck Shuldiner's lyrics as something of a mystic litany.


I do not know anything about the life of Chuck Shuldiner and I do not believe that is of importance at this stage of the discourse but it is the ringing of his genuis that remains with me. Indeed, is it the author or the author's product that one should venerate and revere?

I find that this is true with several select metal acts.

The first one I wish to pay homage to is Death.

As a Vajra Doha, mmm... this needs reflection/meditation;

but working from the mere title of this song I would say that Shuldiner had some bent-up mysticism

laying inside of him bursting out.

In my opinion, an empty word does not necessarily refer to words that are worthless; but rather that they are not bound to any conditional context and compound.

An empty word is Speech of Indestructible Precision that demands respect and attuned awareness.

Indeed, there are very few who can truly hear the cracking thunder of a great truth spoken.

My request is then that we should exert ourselves to listen attentively to the 'Empty Words' sung all around us; and more so to those who devise ingenious methods of precision auditory transmission.

What does it all mean or does this remain ineffable jabber-blab?


Indeed, it is an area of discussion that cannot be easily discussed other than in the utmost expression of a true inner art; a perfect example being that of the great realized meditation masters (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songs_of_realization); look up Vajra Doha. These songs of enlightenment are spontaneous A Capella rich with illuminated wisdom awareness.

Not much can be said about this; especially from me so I wish you the fortune of getting direct transmission of such a treasure and mostly from a treasured being.

As for Chuck Shuldiner and his 'Empty Words', I feel this is more of the arousing of mystic poetry which we all carry to some extent and takes some diligent reflection and meditative discipline to unlock (the opening of ones inner ears - OERKANAL).

The intricacy and delicate nature of the style and composition of Death and Shuldiner's music certainly awakens a raw philosophical tradition.

New Year Near the End Year Post

Well, well, it has been a while;
but every turning mile
is a dripping smile.

My recent involvement with the Grey School of Wizardry,
has prompted my return to the dire darkness and equally luminous emptiness
of blogging.

This blog initiates from ________ challenge to blog Magick.

I accept this challenge as the blog really been all about magick in whatever sense it has manifested,
albeit, utter nonsense in my attempts; eitherway a toast to Magick it is and Magick as the manifesting means of MetaMind and MetaMatter and MetaMyst.

Warm initiations,
Warm incantations,
Welcome salutations,
Welcome supplications,
So mote it be,
Three by three by three,
To Infinity
In Light & Life
Immeasurably

Humble Blessings

h.n.