[7/20/2020] A Return of Magick

 -:[The Return of Magic([k])]:-

-[Location: AshFall]-

[Temple: The Temple of The Black Sun] 

The hollow sound of my boots resonates through the chamber as I approach The Altar Room within my Temple of Understanding. I walk in my black duster as my Seekers Coin Belt jingle while my Death Bells sing their song. The Granite Walls resonate as I reach back and pull my hood over my face, through the chamber walking on the Crimson carpet I breach the door way. 

The Black Sun hangs above 33 steps. 8 pillars stand in the room as central points to the Star of Ishtar or Khatim-sulayman [Seal of Solomon] I have unknowingly been drawing since my child hood. In front of the Star Gateway a figure stands clothed in a white cloak with his hood on. It’s looking into the Black Sun as it’s scrying mirror taking note of many things here and there, everywhere and no where at all. 

I stand in the center of the seal and close my physical eyes and see the darkness behind the eyelids. -[Breathe]- as I take in a breathe my form turns into ashes and I say/think [Ig(k)neel]: as I drop my right knee, [Amy] Ashen State, the things of the World I have given away that were never me, only illusions, [Agni Ignis] The Black Fire of Amaterasu given to me by Mother, burns from within me and fills the Sigil’s engraving. It glows with black fire mixed with various hues of other [Darlene], the Fractal Flame of a Pyremander. 

I can see the figure make a gesture moving its head to the Left and a genius light shines upon  the that side of the room, as it turns it face back to The Black Sun. [Cadmus] rings out in an innumerable amount of voices, as the room is engulfed in light. 

I stand at the top of the staircase to the Right of an Orb of White light of the same ilk that covers the galactic central Black Hole Sun. I hold the Scales in my left feminine hand and in my right masculine hand, a sword blazing with Red and Black Fire. My duster has turned into a white cloak used for discernment of many paths, the colors that life and light paints in the Interplay of Shadows. “You’ve done well, everything is going according to plan. It seems that the 13th House [Ophinicus:Release of the Feathered Serpent] is finally ready to move forward with its forging. Let me take on a more appropriate form and we can take a walk and talk in the garden. We prefer to talk there anyway.”

“Yes, Mentor”

[The World turns Black] 

Childhood meditation: 

“Which is Greater, is it Power or Love? 

“Is that your Question that you seek the answer to?”

“Yes” I say smiling 

[So Mote it Be] 

-[The Garden of Ponderance]-

Unfolding before mine 👁‍🗨, is the landscape of the meditative garden I walk often. We are walking through the Maze of Forgetfulness, used for deep thought, one can forget where they are inside of it. The tall green hedges are interlaced with various colors of roses, so that at least you may have a marker in your memory of where you are. I use roses for their personal meaning, everyone called them beautiful because they were told they were, but why were they truly beautiful to me, that their laced form would draw me in to them, waiting to see them blossom and reveal themselves. 

He has masked himself as a Master Assassin as we walk hooded and our conversation begins. 

“Was this my Destiny?”

-[Destiny? In the endless iterations of Infinity, all conditions will eventually be met if one simply has patience for it. Which leads to new levels of Infinite Expressions. I dream with all of the children, so that I may know what type of light spark thee may have, and watch them unfold and blossom. Life, seemingly turbulent, has a rhyme and a reason... though the deeper meaning may escape one who dwells on the surface. Was it your destiny or was it your fate. It was both, it’s a paradox. Ultimately it comes down to your actions, it’s how you made your choice of what is what... I don’t decide the outcomes for all individual stories. I have options that are available, for those who Seek. Those who see in symbols and signs, who take note of those times when they feel it has a greater meaning, they are the ones who save themselves. So in a way yes and no... as above so below, as within so should be without, however it’s not that way. The Convoluted Nature of Existence is expressed in its fractal patterning. Everything is the same thing but arranged in various patterns.]-

“Yes, as in the way that all bodies grow and develop into more than what it seems to be. Of course you have the outer fractal nature, but there is also an inner one made by our fall from Inanna to Mankind... in this underworld around my physical body.”

We step forward into the Hanging Garden. Flowers of many kinds hang about, even weeds have their own section where they are planted and tended to, because all is life and all things must grow and evolve. Even weeds have their various values as a individual type of thing. Medicines of the past are today’s weeds, but they still have their primordial uses, and thus life flows through them. We walk on a cobble path with two streams running along the outside, koi fish swim within them. It has a very Zen feeling, it’s one of my favorite mana zones within myself. The Garden itself is designed in such a way that it is its own self sustained ecosystem, much like Terra in its natural state. I fold my arms behind my back as we continue to walk...

[“If you truly love a flower, you won’t pluck it instead you will nurture it until it’s time has come for the spark within it to return to the universal flow”] [Garb Item: [Fertility Charm:Flowers][In the places I haunt, I’ll carry flowers on my waist. To me someone in a store has cut them and their life is coming to an end because of people who don’t understand the subtle flow. So I purchase them, so that they may see the outside world as they’re leaving, if anyone find my flowers, where they may be, they’re a fertility charm. 

“It seems that all of life has its own rhyme and reason written in... you just have to stop and observe it.” I remark while looking at a plant that lashes out at a cricket and pulls it into its rosy velvet mouth, as the blue and purple pod closes. 

-[I won’t say that everything has a specified reason, for its creation... I mean how many ideas have you had that turned out not to be such good ideas. However, you still learned something from the experience and that makes the next mental projection better. Inside of that, every seedling of an idea has a fruition it must meet. As many things as can be thought of, 10 times that exist.]-

We continue our walk as our clothing sways within the breeze. The sky is that lovely orangish blue and purple, the color of dusk or perhaps its dawn... hard to tell whether the sun is rising or falling, but I do enjoy the moments of the twilight. I’ve taught my students, back when I had students, to be weary of the Light and the Darkness. In the Light, you’re caught in feelings of warmth and comfort. It’s a trap, because not all things in life can be comfortable if they are then change never occurs and growth can not happen. Many people settle into these comforts and grow stagnant and Stagnation is Death.

When I first started meditating in my closet, I noticed how in the darkness my body would fall away. Whether I closed my eyes or had them open I had completely darkened the room and couldn’t tell if they were opened or closed. In this darkness I walked, and I could feel all these things around me. If I remained still though, I would never leave the darkness and find light, so I had to continue to move forward. If I let fear rule me and stayed still, then that too would make me stagnant and Stagnation is Death. 

Life is like a river, where the water flows it’s safe to drink, and where the water has pooled and sat for a while it becomes toxic, the same goes for our daily life. To constantly keep moving whether one is in love or in fear, to keep on pressing forward, to always keep hope in our hearts, it’s important. Probably the most important factor is that we have hope for a better day, and are always aware that life isn’t guaranteed in the form and fashion we know it. One day you could be doing this ‘thing’ which seems like a small thing and the next moment a series of events can unfold that leave you in an altered state and your whole reality can change. Like a bullet hitting an innocent child in their bed. Sleep and Death are merely brothers, after all no one is guaranteed that they’ll wake up to the same world the next day. You could also be doing something that you take as a big ‘thing’ but truly inside of a series of progression, it’s all just things that must be done in order to reach the next level/ iteration of creation. 

We continue our walk through the cobblestone path, trailing out of the gates and into a field headed towards The Edge of The World. We walk on in silence as fire flies of various colors light the fields of flowers ever expanding across our vision. 

“So, Grandfather, what is all of this about anyways?”

-[I don’t know, what do you think it’s about?]-

“I have a hard time remembering to do simple things. I’m always so lost in deep thought about what is this and what is that. Not really trying to fully learn but thinking of concepts that I couldn’t tell you what it is, or why it is... I just know I’m here right now...”

-[Isn’t that enough, being present in the Now?]-

“Well yea, but I mean... there has to be a way that people, more specifically, I, can fly... I mean I kinda did all of this so that I could learn to fly because I was told I couldn’t and that didn’t feel right to me.”

-[Do or do not, there is no try!]-

“Grandfather, as much as I like Yoda, that doesn’t help me much. I mean... a little help please? Pretty pwease?”

He chuckles to himself as we continue our walk. -[Aren’t you a little grown to be talking like that?]-  he signs his hand down by his knee they raises it to my head. -[The Sciences says this is all a simulation and you know it’s a simulation, you’ve searched through all the Lore and Legends and have come to realize it’s a simulation. You haven’t learned the controls yet, but it really is as simple as you just fly. You must let go of the heavy burdens and untruths that have been put onto and into you, so that you can be as light as a feather and fly. It’s not supposed to be hard, you just haven’t built up the mind force behind it. Focused will, my Son, focused will.]-

I sigh as I think to myself, “it’s always riddles”

-[I heard that, but really it’s pretty straight forward too. As you think/be a thing, you must is/do the thing]-

“Reading my mind again?”

-[No, I consider that to be somewhat rude, it was written on your face.]- he laughs -[You’re not as mysterious as you would think yourself to be, your facial expressions give away your mood and also your thoughts fairly easily, you don’t really hide it here, and you’re learning not to in the ‘Real’ world too.]-

The laughter of children can be heard and I turn my head to the right and can see little light bodies running around. Various colors are expressed in their forms, some I can name and others I have no logical description for... I’ve seen the colors but they aren’t within the normal range of human vision. I watch them as we continue to walk, “Come on, come on, let’s race everybody!” Says the one in the front. I can’t tell if it’s a male or a female, but to little ones those things really don’t matter that much. They’re more in their person and living in the present. Though I suspect the one up front is trying to cheat. 

I feel a hand on my left shoulder and I hear -[Just observe, you may be surprised at what you see.]- The Children take off running and low and behold, the child up front trips and tumbles, it rolls through the flowers and is about to start crying as the others stop and come back for it. “Hey don’t cry... it’s ok we all fall down sometimes, come on it’s a race right?” They all line up in the field, even with each other and take off in an honest competition, none of them holding anything against they other and despite the various things that’ll happen in their race, they’re all still friends at the end.

“If only things were that simple in the world of illusions around my physical form, then the existence would be a better place for it.”

-[Who said it isn’t that simple? That’s not even a concept that has to be imagined, because truthfully it is that simple.]-

I stand there and contemplate that thought. “I mean, yes it really is that simple but for some reason it feels as if it’s overlooked. Most don’t remember what it’s like to be childlike, they live in so much fear over things that aren’t worth fearing. ‘The only thing to fear is fear itself’ which even that isn’t something worth fearing only something to take note of as a challenge or a test.”

-[Look at you, speaking like you’ve obtained some modicum of Wisdom. You speak rightly my Son.]-

We continue on our walk for some time and come upon a tree that takes up all the way... in the center there is a door. On the branches hangs eggs of various designs and sizes. 

“Hey isn’t that the Sephiroth Tree?”

-[Yes and no, If you mean is it a tree where what people call ‘souls’ hatch, then yes, but really they’re just small concepts of ways to be a being that are growing and being nurtured here. I don’t make up names for something like this. It just is, but it also isn’t.]-

“Kinda like the tree in the nursery of divining, well I mean Digimon?”

-[That’s the basic concept behind it. Not all concepts require a name to be a thing because they are. I mean you’re ‘The Nameless One’ are you not? Wasn’t that because a name denotes a purpose and that felt like a limitation, and you refused to be limited?]-

“Well yes, but I figured how can I fly if I attach a name to myself? Wouldn’t that just be another chain that I didn’t need nor want?”

Suddenly, I hear a snapping sound and see an egg falling from the tree, I break out inside of a sprint and slide through egg shells to catch it. It looks like a red dragon egg, which oddly enough now that I’m examining it closest as I can, it also looks like a pine cone. 

“Grandfather, I’ve only ever had this thought when I was here. A dragon’s egg looks like a pine cone, and many religions venerate the Pineal Gland as being a pine cone shaped Gland in our heads. I’m pretty sure that there is some correlation between the two now that I think about it.”

-[Isn’t the sign for Ophinicus a man wrestling with a serpent. Also, isn’t the brain system called the Triune Brain of the Triune God or The Feathered Serpent for short? Idk,]- he says looking snuggly -[Maybe it’s a reference for what lies within everyone. Perhaps that whole race on your external world locality is made of dragons that have forgotten how to fly, so they lost their wings and slither on the ground like serpents.]-

I look intently at the egg and ponder the mystery that is life or maybe I should say existence? Suddenly it pops open like a pine one and a multicolored flame is emitted. I can feel something leave it but I don’t register what the ‘it’ is. I set the shell down onto the ground, and notice that the pillowy powdery stuff I slid through was the remnants of other shells. I slowly stand up and brush myself off and return to The Path we were walking. 

We come to the door and open it, a mirror like portal is there. -[After you...]- slightly nervous I walk through first. 

I step onto the end of a golden path, before me waters rage inside of a river and he emerges besides me. To my left there is a frozen tundra, the winds rage kicking up snow amongst the iced lands. To my right bubbling pits of magma with lava flowing like streams of water. The river rages wildly before me, honestly it’s almost like an ocean during a mighty storm. A fiery red star hangs above the Icy desert and a brilliant blue star above the lava fields. He lifts his hand up and stones appear from the water. 

-[Keep up if you can]- he’s says rolling his neck while smiling. In a flash of light he takes off hopping upon the stones. 

“Ugh, I hate running...”

-[Good thing it’s not running, since technically, we are playing Hop Scotch]- 

I fight the urge to roll my eyes since I’m already falling behind. Left, right, both feet big left. I can see something below the deeps before me as I do another long jump, and while in mid-jump a megalodon emerges from below, I instinctively place my hands out below me in mid air and make a seal, I curl up my body and push off of it like a spring board and bring myself into a glide. 

-[Ha, You just might fly yet!]- as lightening flashes from his eyes and the sound Od can be heard as he takes off into the air.

“So unfair, that’s cheating!!!” I remark. 

He stands at the point where the river goes underground and I catch up out of breathe. 

-[What’s that saying, don’t hate the player hate the game... don’t be mad at me because you imagination doesn’t match your belief in your self and the others. After all who said you couldn’t fly, it’s that first impulsive thought of I can’t do this or do that that limits you and the others, after all made in the same image and likeness and all of that]- he begins to walk with his staff upon the grassy plane before us. 

“Since we are here, is the world flat or is the world round?”

-[Both, if you think about it in a dimension, then yes the math shows spherical denotations. If you understand the principle of Om as a vibration of primordial creation for each realm, then every plane has its own primary vibration that separates the worlds so it’s both. Flexible thinking and certain uncertainty. You don’t know what a thing is unless you’re looking at it actively, but ultimately does it truly matter?]-

“I guess it really doesn’t have an affect on the day to day life. So in the end it doesn’t really matter much to the experience of... life.”

We continue to walk through the grasslands, headed towards the outer limits of the Primordial system. The landscapes begin to shift through familiar sights and worlds foreign to me. Jungles like the Amazon, a savannah, a desert, mixes and matches of new landscapes. Worlds upon worlds, never ending creation and remodeling. 

-[Anu: A new. What exactly does that mean, don’t ask me, it’s a doing not a specific thing. Inanna- the story of the young receptive soul as it leaves the heavenly planes. Ki, the waters of creation. Everyone is always like the Anunnaki did this on your world not realizing that they too are potentially Anunnaki. It’s their story just as much as it’s every other being in creation’s story. Every being was unique in its own being when it was being its own expression. Then some decided to conform and thought that the others should conform like they do and made laws and systems that are false and aren’t true. Now they live inside of illusions of the making of their own minds.]-

We approach where the waters trickle off of the platform into the nothingness which is full of energy. “The energy of the waters pervades all the independent spaces of the in between what is and isn’t, by the level of understanding of man. However it all just is and is real and is as valuable as we make it.”

-[You sounds like you’re ready to actually be an All Father, I mean you did want children since you were young]-

“I mean, I’m not sure if I’m ready for kids but I do like children, they’ll dream with you and are ready to use their imagination. They go from one place to another really quick and I have to use my Father Time Mode just so I can zip around them. They’re creative and I like that about them, they don’t think within boxes and I’m kinda mad at myself for telling them to draw in lines... I don’t necessarily live within the acceptable lines... so shouldn’t they be free to draw how they want to?”

-[Oh, you don’t say, you’re starting to really sound like you’re understanding something! Look at you, you’re all grown up now!]-

“Me, grown up? If you’re saying that I’m gonna start to feel old!”

-[Well you are starting to get some gray hair on ya, marks of distinction, be proud of what you have accomplished, you’re ahead of the others. So Mister King of KINGS, LORD OF LORDS, what is your decree?]-

“I doubt people will honestly believe that,” I say as I laugh, “I’m having trouble accepting it myself... I was just trying to remember how to fly. I just happen to know how to do a lot more than I thought I did. I’m still having trouble pulling what’s in, out fully. Also I don’t like peacocking or having power over others. It’s all one big Dream, but I also understand because I didn’t truly want power, that’s why it came to me. I really wish that everyone would just calm down for a bit, that the world would know peace. There is literally no reason for anyone to fight, no one can own anything, you don’t even own yourself. You cannot kill what you didn’t create. It would be nice to not have to freeze everyone like Han Solo, or do the bird box thing, or maybe an infinite Groundhog Day. I mean there are still options... or everyone could just let the past be the past and live in the Now and decide to move towards a better future. I mean, the whole cataclysm thing hasn’t worked out well in the past attempts, so I don’t know why they want that to happen again. They’re also hard at hearing that we are all family. Yes, I’m the King  but I also know that there are smarter people out there than me. Ruling over others doesn’t profit me, I’d much rather adventure and explore stuff and do things and learn with everyone. At the same time, I can’t allow this infection of selfish separateness to leak out amongst the other beings in existence. I can’t allow this group of beings to leave this planet with their hearts the way they are. It would be catastrophic, and I have the responsibility to protect the Dream. To ensure, Law and Order are maintained. Creation itself is already chaotic and random, the bad thoughts would create more nightmares for all in existence. I must protect the whole of creation, even if it’s at the sacrifice of a place/ domain within it.”

-[Now you’re speaking as a King of Heaven. Without any pretense of me being over you, knowing it’s all your decision, well mostly, you’ve also listened to every other species thoughts on the subject matter.]-

“Well, you’d figure with more UFO sightings and everyone saying they want to meet the Sky Family openly, they would kind of look at each other differently. They would seek to see the soul within the form and know they aren’t so different. If they can’t get past small color variations on this one planet, then how would they be able to get along with everyone else? I mean, it’s kinda logical. 12 constellations, 12 Houses of Israel, the 13th being Ophinicus, a man wrestling with a serpent. 13 full moons on the planet, which if we used that as the months then leap year would be obsolete. 14 days between a woman’s cycle to bear new life and another 14 days for the body to cycle just like the moon waxes and wanes. All of life is interconnected, just like every atom knows where the other ones are and all information is encoded within each individual part of the whole. The whole being ‘saved’ thing and what we do to files. Kek is on a computer in the Egyptian Prophecy. I can’t just outright delete them, because then that would invalidate the whole experience and be wrong. I also can’t force them to do anything because they would go against The Law of Free Will and would be wrong. Most of them are good hearted or at least they want to be, but they don’t know how to be... because they haven’t learned how to keep their internal being yet. How can they love others fully when they can’t love themselves as an individual? There is light and darkness in all, but that doesn’t mean it has to rule them. Yet, I must protect all of mankind, and that includes all sentience in the Creation.”

-[Sounds like you’re in a Pickle...]-

“Yea it seems that way, but my character is already saved in the system. Dying does nothing. Love, the Christ taught that we should all love one another and be good to one another. As it stands now, they love things and are against The Christ’s teachings. The Antichrist spirit rules here, and can’t be allowed to spread. Never interfere with an enemy as they destroy themselves right? By their own selfishness, they’ll sentence themselves to damnation as a whole. Even if I rise from the dead they would say it’s a CGI trick, they didn’t believe before, they surely wouldn’t believe now. As long as they don’t see each other as themselves, all of us as apart of One whole and know this to be the case, they can’t be allowed to leave. Governments offer up humans as slaves to other races for technology of destruction, and when offered infinite energy or other things that’ll build the society, they deny it because it’ll upset the “economy”. Well the economy is failing now, the rich keep getting richer pinching their pennies like Scrooge McDuck, while others just blow all their money on various items trying to make it by. Is being over another person really that important that you don’t see another beings plight? They could’ve been feeding and clothing and sharing with everyone else, but it’s out of their sight. They reach for the stars, yet their society on the ground is built on shaky foundations. How will their space voyaging time bring anything but woe to the creation?”

I stare off into the vastness of space and all that is, was and will be, yet hasn’t become and ponder. 

-[What’s the most vast place a being can roam?]-

“It’s their mind. Everything that we see started off as a thought or a concept on some level before it was brought into existence, every plant and planet, atom to black hole. It’s was all conceptualized first, then through striving it came into being, in one way or another.”

-[What’s the nicest thing you can say to someone else?]-

“Dream with me...”

When you wish upon a Star, makes no difference who you are... your [Dreams] come true. -Pinocchio 

Row row row your boat gently down the stream...

Merrily merrily merrily merrily...

[Life is but a Dream]