Showing posts with label Robin Artisson. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 27, 2016

The Red Meal: The Housle

It is a common part of many religious traditions to partake in a small, sacrificial meal at the end of the rite or ceremony. We, too, participate in a Eucharistic tradition of imbibing en-spirited wine and consuming en-spirited grain as representations of sacrifice needed for the magic we have performed.

In many witchcraft traditions, this meal is called "Cakes and Ale" or "Cakes and Wine." We call it the Housle, or Red Meal, and base it in part on a ritual created by fellow walker of the crooked path, Robin Artisson.

Here follows our own rite of the Housle.

Preparation

When the compass is first laid, place the following items in the Castle Perilous (southwest corner): Dark bread in a bowl (or lipped dish) and Red Wine in Silver Quaich or Chalice.  In the Spiral Castle (center, near the stang) will be placed the Red Knife.

Ritual

1. The sacrificial meal is brought from Castle Perilous to the Spiral Castle by the Witch.
2. Tread the Mill widdershins three times while singing the Housle Song. (see below)
3. Say, “For our Ancestors, our Gods, and Ourselves, we do this.”
4. Bless the bread by saying: “Here is bread, flesh of the Earth, blessed to give us life and strength. I consecrate it in the name of the Old Ones.”
5. Kill the bread by saying: “I take its life and give it to Them.” Cut it with the red knife.
6. Bless the wine by saying: “Here is wine, blood of the Earth, blessed to give us joy and abundance. I consecrate it in the name of the Old Ones.”
7. Kill the wine by saying: “I take its life and give it to Them.” Slide the knife over the top of the quaich/chalice to cut its throat.
8. Each person eats and drinks of the Meal, making whatever personal offerings they like into the bowl.
9. The remainder of the wine is poured into the bread bowl, and each person dips their finger in and anoints themselves. This can also be used for blessing tools, etc.
10. The Meal is either given to the ground now (if outside) or later (if inside) with the following Declaration:
“As some is taken, so is this given
By the sons and daughters of the family of the Old Faith.
I give it to the Ground.
I give it to the Old Ones
That above and below will become one.
For what is taken is truly given,
And what is given is truly taken.
The day and night are wed
As the living and the dead.
Here is shown a Mystery.”


The Housle Song
To the tune of Greensleeves

To Housle now we walk the wheel
We kill tonight the blood red meal
A leftward tread of magic's mill
To feed the Gods and work our Will.

Red! Red is the wine we drink!
Red! Red are the cords we wear!
Red! Red is the blood of God!
And red is the shade of the Housle.

In October of 2013, three of us recorded ourselves singing the chant and posted it to YouTube.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Forgetting Human, pt. IV (guest post by Robin Artisson)


Part IV:
The Spirit-Language and the Sorcery of Sense


-The Secret Granary and the Cup That Must Be Broken
-Red Dragon, White Dragon: The Book of Fate and the Grand Grimoire
-A Spirit Trap Governed by Sun and Moon
-Tunnels for the Ghost-Wind
-The Sorcery of Bodily Sensation and Sight
-The Shimmering Wind and the Wraith Prayer
-The Soundless Language and Conjuring the Familiar



Th’ treasure-horde of old is more than mere gold
It is th’ art that constrains th’ rain to speak again
It is th’ art that pries open th’ hidden eyes
It is th’ art that makes bloom th’ rot-dead tree
& leaps th’ Hedge that never dies.

-The Resurrection of the Meadow


The Secret Granary and the Cup That Must Be Broken

For all of the people out there who are looking to spiritual systems, whether exoteric or esoteric, or who look to sorcerous systems and metaphysical pursuits to make themselves into better people, find peace, increase their overall well-being, to them I say "keep looking and good luck." Exoteric religions alone among those various interests may give someone the impetus or inspiration they need to become 'good' (at least according to some specific definition unique to the religion) but the rest of those pursuits aren't really about that.

The practice of Sorcery, in any of its genuine recensions, isn't primarily about moral growth or peace and tranquility, though some people may, by happenstance of Fate, find some element of that inside it. But you can't come looking for that, or you really won't find it, and for an important reason.

Sorcery is impossible to pin down, just like the wind. Few people have the constitution to deal with such an insubstantial Art, such an unpredictable and indescribable metaphysical reality. But far from discarding Sorcery, or the pursuit of it, most people take the other route- they just change it to suit them. By changing it, by telling the wind that it has to be earth now, they actually lose it altogether, but they keep holding on to something they describe as "sorcery". You'll know these people easily, if you keep your mind on the wind- they tend to talk a good deal, but yield nothing in the way of tangible results.

Can the intangible yield tangible results? I must say, it can; but its results are often very subtle. Don't feel let down- when its results aren't subtle, they are as visible and unquestionable as a thunderstorm. But sorcery, like wisdom, is good at hiding, and good at avoiding people who aren't yet ready to be like the wind. It scorns the people of inflexible concepts, who have to have everything explained and "locked down"; it looks kindly upon the people of fire and wind.

And this insubstantial nature of Sorcery is more profoundly insubstantial than you think- sometimes, right when you think you don't have it, is when you discover that you do. Sometimes, or oftentimes, in my experience, the unplanned workings, the unplanned and rather spontaneous trances, visions, conjurations, and works are the most powerful.

That should trouble anyone who wants a formula-book; formula books are only good for one thing- they orient the mind and the desire towards the sorcerous worldview and aesthetic. After that, if you are lucky, the magic comes and begins to find you, largely spontaneously. Our friends in "Golden Dawn" type magical lodge-working are champions at planning out every detail of a magical work; for the wicked life of me, I can't begin to imagine how that can be "magic" as I have come to understand it. It may be an almost yogic sort of mind-conditioning, a transformative practice in some ways, but certainly not sorcery in the ancient and visceral sense.

If it's authentic sorcery you want, as the ancients had it, you have to be able to do impossible things- like tying the winds together, or making a dead tree come back to life. Maybe braiding the hair of a toad, or capturing the sound of a cat's footfall in your left hand might be called for at times.

These "impossible" tasks force a person's mind into a helpless quandary, which is right where you want to be. Paradox? Of course. But an initiatory one. Ordinary people don't want to be confused or helpless or befuddled. The sorcerer knows how to adjust to those kinds of situations and make them work, because like air, like the wind, they can take any shape, move around any obstacle, fly over any mountain, cut through any person, and, over time, even wear the great mountains down to sand. Helplessness can be strength. Silence can be noise. Death can be life.

You should welcome challenges, as a test of sorcerous cunning- an opportunity to learn and sharpen one's subtle skills. The problem with the above mentioned "sorcerous tasks" isn't that they may be impossible, but that you are reading them and thinking about them while connected to your red fetter- the body. In reality, the body isn't a trap, isn't a fetter, but until you learn to use your white body, your wind-body, the witch's flying fetch, your thinking is centered in a very material-seeming sense to a world with a few simple rules- rules that don't include "tying" gasses or clutching at sounds.

In that limited way of seeing, the body seems like a big weight holding you down, and limiting you to space, time, gravity, and the never ending struggle of wealth versus poverty, and health versus illness. But the wind body- it can transcend the apparent rules, quite easily, as easily as a breeze passing by you in the night.

The soul, the wind-body, is a granary full of grains of power. Countless powers- countless capacities, many which have never been named before- all gathered inside that silo of a body that you bathe and feed and give medicine to when it feels bad. Ever notice how taking care of the ordinary body is precisely like keeping a pet? We respond quite carefully to our bodily pains and wants, but never to our soul's needs and wants, at least, not often. Unlike your body-pet, the soul won't die on you one day. However, unless you've gotten used to living and experiencing the world in that sorcerous wind-body by the time you die, you will miss your pet greatly, and be pained by it- maybe confused, maybe lost.

The soul is the secret granary of witchery. But every collection of great grains needs a silo to house it, so the body is an anchor to completeness. There is no "soul=good, body=bad" logic to be found in real sorcery. There is no "ignore the senses" logic, either, as we have seen. The senses are tied to the body, making your body, like your soul, a sorcerous vessel. It's just a vessel that has a particular destiny, while the soul has another. For this meeting we call a lifetime, a full being has expressed itself, and that is a being of fearful terrors and many wonders.

If you're only living from the red body, the body of blood and tissues, sorcery is just a bunch of words and lame, weird ideas. There is no explanation for it that will suit you, at all. When you engage the white and the red, soul and body, you start to realize the uncomfortable truth- Sorcery has no actual "hard and fast" rules. It doesn't work on a "logic"- it works because the world is sorcerous, and you by nature are also sorcerous, and because in such a nature, strange things occur pretty regularly.

You have to pay attention to their occurrences- they flow here and there, mostly unpredictable, but sometimes not- and leap into their weird flowing. You have to be ready to have faith- some sorcerous occurrences are signaled by subtle events that lead up to them, and you have to take a chance at them. You have to learn to recognize, to be very aware, very awake, very attentive, with all your senses.

Every real sorcerer is a master or mistress of opportunity. They don't miss much. And I know what they are all looking for- the secret that makes magic really work- something I call "the authentic moment", or the owl's blink. An "owlblink" is also a folkloric name for a curse or a harmful hexing; but, as a swift, silent, sudden occurrence, which really can't be predicted, it is another name I give to the magical "authentic" moment.

And this moment, which happens when it will, is one of the sources of your real power to bring about sorcery. It is a moment in which many insubstantial threads all get tied together and coincide just right, just perfect. You've experienced them before, trust me; but the more aware and awake you make yourself, the more you see with the soul, the more you'll see that these special moments are moments when anything can really be possible.

This is the final truth at the bottom of the bag of sorcerous cunning- the authentic moment is something you search for, something you can live in joyful anticipation of. You can't search for it without inspiration, without a passionate love for the aesthetic of sorcery, the mystical, and the insubstantial. You have to be excited for this kind of strange pursuit. You have to love it. And, without even planning it, you'll feel that sorcerous moment coming for you- there, at night, alone, as the winds pound the trees outside, your imagination will suddenly flare up, quite outside of your control, filling you with visions of the Pale People moving quietly through the crust of the Earth outside, and you'll want to go to them.

Some of them look like dead people you've known; others have unearthly beauty, and some unearthly ugliness. You'll feel like you're as light as a feather, a leaf on the wind, and you'll dream of just flying through your window on the wind, to fly right into their company. You'll have insights about things you needed insights on. You'll have spontaneous emotional reactions. And just like that- maybe in minutes, maybe in an hour, you'll be "you" again. Things will seem more ordinary again. But you will know that it was very real; it doesn't feel the same as what you might call "an idle imagination"- you felt the chill in your spine; you know that, for a brief moment, or series of moments, your soul went away, and danced with otherworldly things. And this experience can never be repeated.

No real sorcerous work is ever repeated precisely as it was done before, just as no wind blows the same way twice, and no river flows the same way in the same place twice. To grasp the Sorcerous, authentic moment is to drink from "The Cup That Must Be Broken"- the ancient vessel of sacrifice that was destroyed as soon as it was used. That sacrifice was never repeated, always new, always evergreen, any time it was done.

No authentic sorcerous work is "repeatable" because the conditions that made it possible at the moment it was possible are gone forever. New conditions may arise in the future- you may even conjure up some of those conditions, when you get powerful- but they'll be different each time, too. And there are so many conditions, seen and unseen, that create every authentic, sorcerous moment. You can't grasp them, or the magical moments, unless you first become aware of them. Becoming a seer, using the senses and soul properly, is thus required first, before a person becomes a "doer", a worker of the Art.


Red Dragon, White Dragon: The Book of Fate and the Grand Grimoire

The most obvious set of conditions which have the most profound impact on the "mysterious moments"- and a profound impact on every moment of your entire mind- is the Land itself. And right back to irony, when we talk about the Land being so important, we are also talking about a collection of powers that is everywhere obvious and apparent- so how comes it that people completely forget to notice it? When you can answer that question, you'll be well off. It's not that the land excels in making itself invisible; it doesn't need to! It's confident by now that people largely won't see it at all.

And yet, the spirit of every place- wherever you happen to be right now- is creating the atmosphere that your mind totally relies upon. You can't feel anything, think anything, perceive anything, without the place, the location of perception, the location that you are a part of. The textures of the place- its sounds, its colors, its smells, its contours, its people, its buildings, all of it- these are sorcerous things, and your senses are your connection to it. It fills you, constantly, and yet, most people never give it a second of attention.

David Abram says it best, when he says:

"Each place has its own mind, its own psyche.
Oak, madrone, Douglas fir, red-tailed hawk, serpentine in the sandstone,
a certain scale to the topography,
drenching rains in the winter, fog off-shore in the summer, salmon surging in the streams -
all these together make up a particular state of mind,
a place-specific intelligence shared by all the humans that dwell therein,
but also by the coyotes yapping in those valleys,
by the bobcats and the ferns and the spiders,
by all beings who live and make their way in that zone.
Each place its own psyche.
Each sky its own blue."


This should be all you need to read, to get out and really engage the spirit of your place, wherever you are. As you do this, as you open your senses fully to everything around you, you'll discover that you can slip over to everything inside you, too- because in reality, inside and outside are parts of one unified realm of experience.

Every time you make a real sensory connection with your environment, you unlock a spool of sorcerous inspiration that can make "the authentic moment" recognizable by you. The place where you are, itself, can lead you down the sorcerous trail of whatever you need to find, discover, or accomplish, whenever you need to do it. This is one of the most powerful secrets of the sorcerous art.  And it hides, like all great secrets, in plain sight, in plain sound, in plain scent, in plain feeling. We call them "plain" just out of reflex- even in our writing- but when I say "plain" here, I mean anything but. In reality, every sight, every sound, every smell, is a sorcerous power intensifying itself in you, and you in it. If you don't know this, if you can't retool yourself to experience it this way, sorcery will remain beyond your ability.

When you can open yourself to this new (and very old) way of seeing, you'll discover that every moment can be the "authentic moment" of which I spoke of before. It's a matter of being inspired, and seeing the secret beauty and wonder in everything, at every moment. It sounds tiring, or hard- and it sounds like such a thing might rob the sense of wonder from things, but I've found that it does just the opposite. The power of this strange world is infinite. It doesn't ever "get old". Just as you can see the full moon rise a thousand times, or watch the sun set a thousand times, and never get tired of it, so we can tell that this Nature, this reality, is a pool of infinity that is really inexhaustible.

And when you can open yourself to this way of seeing, in conscious conjunction with your immediate surroundings, your environment, the land beneath you (and sometimes above you) and the kingdom of the winds we call the sky- you can begin to "move out" from the central location of the seeming body and begin engaging reality in a very intense, broad way.

People talk about books of magic with some great respect; there's no doubt that our Medieval and Renaissance texts about magic contain many treasures- despite its heavy reliance on Christian metaphysics, the grimoire entitled "The Arbatel" has much to offer to the discerning witch, at least on the level of natural wisdom in dusty corners. But the entire conversation on grimoires becomes tiring, quickly- written words on dusty pages don't have souls, the way spoken words, animated by living wind do. And books stay the same, while the souls who created them change and fly away in gusts of death's wind.

The greatest grimoire is the legendary "Grand Grimoire"- and if you want to find it, and the secrets it contains of taming the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, you're fortunate; you're standing on it, or at least, sitting on something that's in a building that's standing on it. While many books may purport to be the “Grand Grimoire”, only one thing is the true grand teaching book of sorcery.

The Red Dragon is the body; it is also the Land. The White Dragon is the great world-wind, it is the little winds that trace the meadows and hills- and it is your soul. Red and White are the two "colors" of the powers of Nature, and entwined, they create life and power. They are the two serpents entwining the Caduceus staff, one of the Master's most ancient symbols; they are the two prime forces of everything. The Grand Grimoire is the Land itself; it is nature- the same "book", precisely, as the "Tablets of Fate" or the Book of Fate, held and read by the Bloodmother, the Ancestress of all life, the Lady Below the Earth, the Earth-Indweller.

Sorcery's deepest secrets are inscribed in the Land. They are etched in the bark of trees, and they are announced in the gurgle of streams and rivers. Learn to read these things, and there's nothing you can't know. The wind carries these sorcerous secrets; the earth hides them in her bosom, and yet, to eyes that really see, there's no real trouble finding them. You'll have more troubles really using your eyes to their fullest potential than you ever will with generous Nature revealing her treasures.

I can share with you a secret given away by Nature, a spell, as it were, from the pages of the Book of Fate, which is the Book of Life and Death, really. As I said, Nature hides things, but to the eyes of the cunning, she gives. Things are moving intensely in your experience, every day, and they are chanting a song to you, reciting spells, offering you help. The way the sun and the moon appear to move on their ancient roads is one example.

Poetry should rule these matters; of course we "know" now that the sun doesn't move; that it only appears to because the earth moves. But the deeper point is this: perspective is what is real to each individual. Individuals have to deal with the story their senses are telling them; they have to grasp it. The sun appears to move sun-wise, deosil, or clockwise in the sky. Nature has brought about a situation in which the sun- the chief emblem of warmth, triumph, and security- appears to move in a way that humans can imitate. And, taking the deep hint from Nature, they have imitated it since time immemorial. They have turned "right ways" with the sun to bless, to protect, to cleanse, to purify, to banish evil.

The moon follows the sun and sets like it. The sun is ruler in the Above world, the world of clarity and light. The moon is the ruler of the Underworld, the world of murky surrealness and darkness. That's how it looks to people not in trances, of course. In the Great Reversal of trance, these two things are juxtaposed, and the moon "takes to the sky", and the sun becomes a radiance in the darkness below- because the mind is thrust into the unseen by trance. The mind radiates it's mindful light in the unseen mirk. Outwardly, the world becomes more indistinct and not as illuminated (the moon being in the formerly light-filled sky symbolizes this)- so in a weird way, every night-time, every time the moon moves above and the sun dips below, is a trance of types. This is why night is the sorcerous meeting-time par excellence.

But Sun and Moon are the great luminaries, the rulers of seen and unseen, and their right-ways motion enforces right order, the existence of balance and the vacancy of harmful powers. Some powers can't be driven away by the sun; but they can be driven away by the moon, or forced into another state of being. Some powers can resist the moon, but they can't resist the sun. So, any strong apotropaic working needs the power of sun and moon, of light and dark, of seen and unseen, to really be universally effective.


A Spirit Trap Governed by Sun and Moon

So here's one for you. It takes a bit of preparation work, but it's strong, very strong. Naturally, you won't ever do it the same way twice, really, not precisely, and you'll want to find "the moment" for the work that's just right. But certain aspects of this work are tied to certain events in the world. When you have workings that are tied to certain worldly events, you have a ritual. Ritual work can be sorcerous, if sorcerous seeds grew it in the first place, and if it maintains that spark of life and imagination that is required to really fill its sails with ghostly wind. And I think that this one meets those qualifications.

On the day of a full moon, take an all-day candle outside and make a flame on it, when the sun is high above and shining down strong. Slip into the forgetting trance and speak with the soul of the sun, and the soul of the flame. Ask the sun for a portion of its great and awe-full presence, and using your breath, breathe some of the sun's power into you (more on this in a minute) and breathe it out into the flame- not too hard, lest you kill the flame. Then, put that candle away in a safe and sheltered place, because that flame must be kept burning all day, to be used later that evening. It cannot go out for any reason. Any candle lit from it maintains the flame and the solar force, just in case you have to "transfer" the flame to another candle.

When the full moon of that day rises, take a fine silver vessel or a crystal glass vessel, or an earthen vessel full of water- clean well water works best- and sit it under the moon, shining down on it. Use your forgetting trance to speak to the soul of the moon and the soul of the water- ask the Moon, and the Terrifying and Majestic Queen Below the Earth before whom all demons tremble, to bless the water with the power to command the harmful powers of night.

Then, go inside of your house, put a nice sized hunk of fresh bread in the center of a white or yellow triangle drawn of flour, and under the bread should be a black piece of linen, or burlap, or some other dark scrap cloth, three true copper pennies next to the bread, and under that cloth, a cord- it should be black, but yellow or natural color works, too.

Walk in a clockwise circle around the area with the bread and the rest of those things at the center of it. This is best done in the main room of your home, or of the house you are working upon. Carry that Sun-flame with you, three times clockwise, and as you move, carrying this little sun, command all harmful spirits and demons and wicked powers that exist in or near this home, or who dwell in the bodies or souls of any present, or who trouble those who sleep in the home, to enter the bread and copper before you all in the name of the Soul of the Sun, the majestic power of right-turning. Tell the powers of the place that you offer this bread and copper to ransom the people who dwell in the house, and tell the powers that cause accidents and sudden strokes of ill fortune that if they are present, that they must yield to the right-turning power of the Sun and enter the bread, to feast there.

Then, place the candle down to the east, and get the water. Carry it clockwise around three times, and, as you walk, make the same commands and requests as above, except this time in the name of the Soul of the Moon, and in the Name of She Before Whom All Spirits Shake in Fear, and All Demons Tremble. Tell the powers that cause accidents and sudden strokes of ill fortune that if they are present, that they must yield to the power of the Moon and the Queen Who Holds the Keys of the World, and enter the bread, to feast there.

Then, put the water down to the west, and catch the bread and pennies up in the cloth, wrap them quick, and start "binding" the whole mess with the cord which should be there. Bind it around nine times if you can. Then, quick as you may, take the whole bound bundle away from the home, swiftly, and either take it to a distant crossroads, or to a running river (preferably one that runs in a direction away from the home) and either leave it at the crossroads, or toss it in the river. Walk away without looking back- if any wicked power compelled by your work "sees" into your eyes as you walk away, it may return easily with you- the eyes are the gateway of the soul, after all.

As it is, compelled by the Sun, Moon, and the Terrifying One, it probably won't be at liberty to just go- and the crossed roads or the river will force it away into the Unseen with great and final force. If you have neither crossed roads or a river or good stream to use, you can hang the bundle in the branches of a distant and large oak tree, or bury it in sand or mud somewhere, as far from your home as you may. A nice bog disposal never hurt, either.

I'd do this once a month, if I were you- it's more than just about spiritual protection; it's also about being protected from accidents and disasters around the home, the kinds that can kill people or maim them. The same powers that can cause accidents around the living area can follow you and cause them in the rest of the world, too.

This working borrows the two right-moving celestial powers and binds and banishes with them. A simple work, taught to anyone who can see the sky with sorcerous eyes. I always use the copper coins because they are Venusian in nature, attractive and seductive to spirits, and they offer blessings from the greatest of Enchantresses herself- but they aren't strictly necessary. Just the bread and cords and cloth would suffice. In lieu of copper coins, fresh rose petals might be nice. So would fresh rosemary. Anything you think might bait this "spirit trap" well.

Rituals are odd like this- if you are really engaging the proper "moment", in that inspiration, things can happen you don't expect; even this ritual may not "go" like you'd expect. So long as the Sun-touched fire is there, and the Moon-filled water is in the rite, and as long as they make deosil circuits, all is well. This is one of the workings I read off the pages of the Grand Grimoire, and I'm very pleased with it. And there are countless more.

This work is a “ritual” (as I said) because it is tied to the occurrence of the full moon- the ultimate “authentic moment” that makes it possible can’t occur except when the moon is full. The moon’s own ancient cycle anchors this sorcery into a ritual form, makes it less “wild” than other forms of sorcery. I’ve spent a good bit of time talking to you about how unpredictable and unrepeatable sorcery was, and then immediately taught you a form of sorcery that seems rather measured and repeatable! Sorcerous irony, again. But this is ritual sorcery, as I have said, and thus tied to some repeating aspect of nature which, though it repeats, maintains the infinite depth and inexhaustible power of nature.  Not all sorcery will be this way; in my own life, most isn’t. Most seems to plan itself, happening suddenly, without me realizing it was about to happen.

But there’s something else that needs to be mentioned- something dark, something disturbing to most. Every act immediately invokes its opposite. This is true for non-sorcerous acts, as it is for sorcerous ones, and this simple fact is as deep as a bottomless well. You *never* truly know all of the ultimate outcomes of sorcery, because the Weird of this world is like a very deep and murky pond. For everything seen, I have often said, “nine things are unseen”- and casting a rock into a pond, sinking it to the depths, can provoke unseen changes deep below.  There’s a hint of danger here. On top of this fact, is the magical and sorcerous reality of “transference”- a fact of life and sorcery that has been present in the mystical life of humans since the dawn of human cultural time.

Transference is a topic that is so very nuanced and complex, that I can’t cover it in detail here, but I can say this:  the malevolent spiritual powers “trapped” in the above-described spirit trap aren’t destroyed by your trap. They are transferred to it, and thence to someplace else- washed somewhere by a river, scattered somewhere (or onto someone) at a crossroads; they can be transferred to a tree, to the winds that blow through its branches, to spirits in the ground, to deeper places in the unseen, but still, they go somewhere.

Can you be certain that your ill fortune, banished from your house, won’t become someone else’s’ ill fortune? You can’t be certain of that. And according to the beliefs of ancients as far apart as Brazil and Scotland, transferred powers almost certainly always go to someone else, human or non-human, and discharge their malevolence onto them. They find someone or something who is too weak to resist them; they find new homes, and discharge their malevolence there. I can’t tell you that this always happens, personally, but I think it often does. Life and reality is a system; it is a fully connected interaction system of massive proportions. Ripples in the pond of life always have to go somewhere, and affect everything else.

Does that change your opinion of this simple but effective sorcerous working I just described? Of sorcery generally? Does it help you to understand why witches in the past, though valued by some, were feared by many or most? I don’t think it was the witch they feared as much as it was the sorcery, the magic- strange, unpredictable, and there was always the dread that something “bad” would or could happen to them which might not have happened otherwise, had the witch not been around.

These are important questions to ponder, and I hope you will. You never perform sorcery in a vacuum. Everything is affected by it, often in many unseen ways. If you could see the full impact of sorcerous activity, you would certainly have a new respect for it, a new awe, and a new hesitation that you might not have felt before when you utilize it. This is another branch of the “game of power” that begins to challenge everything you thought you knew before. Are you still going to play?

What looked like a “good” working, a protective working, can now seem like an evil one, a dark one, one that comes with a cost. Well, get used to it; aside from the omnipresent reality of moral ambivalence that surrounds all sorcery, comes the reality of the hidden cost of it. They say nothing’s free, and as usual, “they” are quite right.


Tunnels for the Ghost-Wind

Now, we’ve reached a turning point. I’ve spent a good deal of time discussing the subtle science of the soul and the senses, tragic misuses of the sacred technology of writing which caused a real shift in our minds, bodies, and cultures from the past, and focused on a basic and powerful trance technique, more powerful, I think, than any you’ll find anywhere. I talked about the Witch-Master, his Holy Wind, and his servitors. I then talked about the strange spontaneity and deep mystery that is the nature of not just sorcery, but of the soul, and of nature itself.

Lastly I have discussed not just a working taken from the earth and sky of the Grand Grimoire, but the perilous and disturbing reality of transference, an important topic for any sorcerer to consider. We’ve come a long way. But now things change- from this peak, high in the windy sky of sorcerous insight, we must plunge to the great finish of this treatise.

I’m going to stop being quite so open-handed about these matters, and now leave it up to you to tie the strands of these invisible winds together. In the next sections, leading to our conclusion, I am going to present further keys to sorcery, the sorcery of the soul and wind, but in an abbreviated form which I trust you will have no trouble accessing to their fullest extent, if you can apply all I’ve said so far. What I am about to say will complete the previously granted understandings of the sorcery of breath and wind, culminating in the “Wraith Prayer”- the formula, learned by me from the seen and unseen, which can apply to all I’ve said here, and to any sorcery anywhere, and bring it to full fruition.

The Wraith Prayer is not just a formula for flying, though it can be used for that. It is also a formula for spirit-contact, for touching the soul, and for talking in the soundless language, the language of spirits. It is the last and most important secret that I have gained from years of this life occult, and this strange world.  The understanding of the wraith-work, and all that I’ve said here, all these uses of the soul and wind, is the true dividing line between what I recognize as witchery and sorcery, and all the other things that sometimes pass for witchery and sorcery today.

I must begin right where we are now, in the soul, mind, and body. Any study of the soul, mind, and body of human beings is an anthropology, and so what follows are necessarily notes on a sorcerous anthropology. But any study of the soul, mind, and body of humans becomes a study of the soul, mind, and body of everything else- like the Land itself, because everything is intensified in everything else. Start walking or flying in a human mind or body, and you will find yourself in a tree or a root, or in a mountain, or in the sky somewhere. All is in all- an oft-repeated and always true sorcerous fact, from time immemorial.

The land has tunnels in it- caves, fissures, openings, holes, which lead to the Underworld and into the reaches of the Unseen. Your body does, too. Tunnels in the land, tunnels in the body- this is a fact and a perspective that you hear little these days, and probably for good reasons. People who are half-aware of the power of natural tunnels and openings in the land always seek them out (rightly) to get access to the Underworld, but if they suspected, or knew, that their own bodies were entrances to the Underworld, they might find themselves dangerously close, all the time, to that mighty and mysterious realm.

When I say that your body has tunnels, I mean also that your souls have tunnels- but during life, the body and soul, the red dragon and the white dragon, the red serpent and the white, are mixed together. Every time you breathe, they mingle, and you can feel this happening. Because of this mixture, the entwining of serpents, the “tunnels”, which are actually points of force in the soul, meet the body at certain predictable areas, at least if you’re a human being. And these tunnels are direct entrances to the Unseen world, more powerful and immediate, it seems, than a natural tunnel in a forest somewhere, under a tree. But never build too much of a division in your head- the land’s body has tunnels, and so does your body, because we are one with the land.

And just like the winds of the world blow in and out of the tunnels in the mountains and land, your own soul, your own wind, blows in and out of your tunnels, all the time. These sorcerous openings found through your body are points at which your soul travels in and out, and the points at which spiritual beings can enter you and communicate with you- or enter you for fair or foul purposes. Also, as we shall see, these points are points at which your soul communicates with the souls of others, reciprocally, and secretly. These are points that you can learn to sense, explore, and use, to “fly in and out” of yourself.

Spiritual damage, blockages, hindrances, and intrusions in your body and soul lodge themselves in these tunnels. They do it to other people’s souls and bodies, too- so knowing what I’m about to say will help you in countless ways, to help yourself and others… or hurt them. Because knowing these things will make you capable of both; no healer isn’t a potential agent of harm- and no person who can bless is ever without the capability of cursing. More sorcerous ambivalence, and more “soul searching” for all.

There are many tunnels, but certain points on the body correspond with the major ones- ones you should know about. Two of the most important are found through what you call your head- the skull-hole, and the forehead door. The skull-hole, at the top of your skull, is the tunnel that your soul mainly uses to “leave” and “reenter” your body anytime it does- it may perceptually, at times, “leave” the body by the mouth or chest, but that’s a seeming- at birth, it chiefly came in through that opening up there, the opening (as we will see) of a “chimney” or central channel that runs vertically through the soul-body.
Contact with the unseen happens at lot in the skull hole, and treasures are hidden in it, as with all these tunnels- in this case, the treasure of your connection with the rest of reality or nature itself.

 Connected with this skull-hole are the mysteries of life and death- of birth and death, for when your final breath exits that corpse, it leaves by the chimney-hole at the skull-roof, just like it came in. While you are sleeping, the skull-hole is one way that your soul slips out quietly while you’re dreaming, though it can leave through other tunnels, if it leaves at all, for not all dreams are found outside of the body. Most, as we will see, are found in the tunnels within you, during sleep. But the image of the witch flying up a chimney on her broom or flying-pole, to achieve her aerial liberation and go among the unseen powers, is full of much meaning and potency, particularly when you begin to make these connections.

The forehead tunnel has made its famous mark throughout history, appearing as the legendary location of the “third eye”, though most people place it a bit high on the forehead- it’s actually closer to between the brows of your face. Centered in this real vortex of power is a person’s entire capacity not just for healthy ordinary perceptions and general sense use (the sense of sight, especially) but for extraordinary sight- soul-sight, as it were. You might call it “wind-seeing” or the “other sight”, but it isn’t something radically apart from the senses as we ordinarily experience them; it is an intensification of the senses, such that all is seen, as we discussed in detail earlier in this work. A person with hindrances in their soul located near this area often suffers from headaches and eye malfunctions; but more than that, they lack the capacity to “see” in the extraordinary sense, which is most people who do not engage the senses properly.

Other “major” tunnels in the body are the throat-cleft cave, the heart tunnel, the sun tunnel, the blood string hole, and the serpent hole. The throat-cleft cave, found right where you’d expect, is the region of the soul-body that corresponds with communication, both the ordinary types of verbal communication (singing, talking, whispering) and the extraordinary kinds, such as hearing or speaking with the inner ears and voice (the spirit-language that we will discuss soon) and what is called “channeling” or psychism these days.  It is also the well-spring of creativity in a person. Unexpressed emotions, particularly anger, colludes this tunnel.

The heart tunnel, which acts as a bridge in the body between the higher and lower tunnels, is the center of the human capacity for affinity- with one’s self, others, and the world as a whole, and the home of all refined emotions, like love for another. It is the home of intimacy and affection, and it is occluded by grief, primarily. Those who “sob” while crying are expelling force from this tunnel. Those with low self-esteem or intimacy issues are very likely dealing with an intrusion or blockage at this “soul region”. The harmony one can feel, between self and world, self and other, and self and one’s own body and soul, is a gift of this tunnel’s ghostly presence when it radiates itself healthily.

The “sun tunnel” is found somewhere near the solar plexus region on the body, and it governs the use of power by the body, the allocation of power to the body and soul, and to the assertion of power- those who have this region colluded by various means are often tired, listless, and withdrawn. Those who are empowered here can command others easily- control and command audiences, lead people, and assert their presence and will on others.

The blood-string hole, also called the moon tunnel or the hare tunnel, is somewhere about two inches below the navel. Raw emotions emanate from it, anchored here by the body-soul mixture- the wild power of sexuality and reproduction, the capacity for fertility, and sexual attraction. Sexual traumas from the past occlude this tunnel, more often than not; but like the serpent hole below it, its condition judges the basic overall health of the body. Those who can use their winds (as we will discuss) to flood this tunnel can command sexual attraction over others.

The serpent hole, about an inch above the anal opening, is the deepest tunnel in the body, and it opens facing the earth. It is the storehouse-point of greatest power in the body-soul. Its great power- or the lack thereof- is the chief occult determinant of the health of the body overall, and any challenge to your bodily survival is met by the power of it. Fears are therefore attached to this tunnel- those often paralyzed by fear, worry, or uncertainty are being dominated by this aspect of their body-soul by some occlusion. Through this tunnel, the only true “grounding” technique that ever worked can be performed; the red serpent of the land and body contacts the body-soul here, chiefly.

I give these very basic and general notes about the bodily tunnels because they will be useful to you once you study the next body of lore I give here, and which I will give now- the use of the breath and winds for an ancient bodily and soul purification. Later, I will discuss simple by powerful bits of sorcery that utilize the tunnels. But first things first- and remember, all these “strands of wind” build on one another; it will be up to you to tie them together, however you will.

As this treatise continues, and as you know and experience more, my descriptions become less lengthy and full. Soon, generalized formulas will really be given, because working with the senses and soul directly, you don’t need much more than that; the Unseen regions of your mind and body will “fill in” the details. Don’t worry that this won’t happen- let the symbols and colors and imagery given lead you, and trust in the power of these things, as they have great antiquity.

The nine breaths purification, a sorcerous tactic that I teach now, is very ancient. Originally from Central Asia (as was the teacher who taught me), it goes back to one of the world’s oldest shamanic systems of belief and practice. When I realized the connection of this technique to the movement of the windy soul in and out of the body, I realized its applicability to European witchcraft, aside from the many powerful benefits it has all by itself to the body and soul. I adopted it as a sorcerous working to my repertoire.  

After months of doing it, I realized its enormous power, and the way that it truly transforms a person’s ability to gain trance, leave and return to the body, and be free of spiritual intrusions and damages done to the soul by spirits, but also to be free of things that we let ourselves become unconsciously attached to (things that don’t actually matter, but hold us back) and things that we learn to hate and become angry about. Being angry or hateful, as an emotional experience, is natural. But as I have pointed out countless times before, not all natural things are necessarily healthy for us in the wrong amounts, or at the wrong times and places (hurricanes are also natural, for instance.) Hate and anger, more than most intense emotions, can block a person’s sorcerous potential, and inhibit the soul.

But then, so can the secret things we allow to obsess us- those nagging attachments we make to people, places, things, conditions- and which we largely become unconscious of. Being unconscious of unhealthy attachments means that they go on ruling you from the dark regions of your soul, inhibiting you in multiple ways you aren’t aware of- but the results can be disastrous. For us, the chief disastrous result is in how your soul simply can’t be moved “out of body” or in how sorcery becomes impossible for you. Also, an emotional roller-coaster can be caused by your own secret hang-ups.

The last obstacle (aside from anger/hate and secret attachments) is the soul-damage done by hostile and malevolent spiritual powers to the body and soul. And as strange as it may sound to us today, just about all of us are harmed in various ways by such powers, without us realizing it. What we DO realize is the final outcomes of that damage- our unhappiness in life, our loss of health, our sense of being “dis-spirited”, our persistent ignorance that leads us to ignore our connection to the rest of the world, or ignore the aerial freedom represented by soul and breath and wind.

This has nothing at all to do with Christian “demons” coming after us and trying to take our souls. The world is pulsing full of spiritual beings, and not all are pleasant or helpful. There’s no conspiracy here to hurt you, as a human; a spirit may hurt you just because you wandered through its territory, in the same way a bear might, in the woods. Getting around corruption and degradation- a quick drive or walk through a blighted inner-city ghetto or a very poor neighborhood where despair and poverty has given way to violence and crime can result in the same thing, as malevolent powers are often near such places.

Even a pristine place somewhere in a forest, far from humans, may be home to a non-human person that’s just vicious or savage. Just living these days, in a world polluted in more than one way, can result in many “nicks and cuts and scratches” on the soul- or outright bleeding- that you might not be aware of fully. And I haven’t even gone into attacks sent against people by witches or sorcerers!

And, fortunately for us, there is an ancient technique for using the breath itself- and the soul- to cleanse the soul and body, and undo these sorts of blockages and damages. You can’t do it once and expect it to be a done deal; I’ve done it for months daily and discovered that while every use of the technique helps, the “damage” and blockages often take a while to get “smoothed out”. That too, is the price of living in our mad world today. But the need to get started is definitely there! Your sorcerous power, clarity, and insight will increase, I guarantee it.

This technique requires you to see the three chief factors of the soul-body. You know about tunnels that lie along the vertical axis of the body already. Now, understand that the “vertical axis” of the body, deep inside the body, is a “spirit trunk” or a channel, running from your serpent-hole to the skull-hole. When you visualize it, you should visualize it as blue in color (this is not a modern new age “visualization” technique; it is actually very ancient.) It is about as thick as a cane. This channel is of enormous importance to what we will talk about soon- flying- so roll with this strangeness! On either side of this spirit-trunk, are two thin veins- the dragon or serpent veins.

One is red, and one is white (no surprise!) If you are male, the red vein begins at your left nostril, curves under your skull, and goes down the left side of your body alongside the spirit-trunk, and “goes into” the spirit trunk down around the region of your blood-string hole. The white vein begins at your right nostril, curves under your skull, and goes down the right side of your body, where it also meets the spirit-trunk about the level of the blood-string hole, two inches below the navel. There is a three way junction there, where these three channels meet. The serpent-veins are thin, like veins, but must be thought of as tubes. If you are female, the red and white veins are reversed in you! This is very important. In women, the red vein begins at the right nostril, and the white at the left, and they travel down the body and meet up in the same way at the juncture down below.

The red channel is the home of all blockages and hindrances related to attachments. The white channel is home to all the blockages and hindrances related to hate and anger. And the blue central channel is the home of all spiritual damages done to us by spirits themselves, or sorcerous attacks generally. But there is much, much more to this. That blue central channel, which does merge with your tunnels, is the most central “home” of the breath and soul- or at least, it should be; the problem with damages and hindrances is that the breath of you, and the soul of you, gets shunted around and trapped in various places that are not the central channel. This causes all the morbid states of mind that we have to suffer under- and the disorganized, chaotic way we dream at night. Blockages and hindrances in this system stop you from being able to undergo soul-flight, and can also (most tragically) stop you from dying with any ease or peace, causing the soul to have troubles “exiting” (as it were) or forcing you to become bound to the body or some place at death, or to some nightmarish subtle condition, as subtle as breath- remember, the “landscape” of the spirit world and afterlife is, after all, a subtle landscape of windy, shifting reality.

To do the purification, you start by purifying the white channel, then the red, then the center. I’m going to give the instructions as though you were male; if you are female, alternate your fingers and nostrils for the appropriate channels! It’s really very simple. The man raises his finger and closes his right nostril, and inhales through the left nostril, steadily and strongly. This forces air to move in through just the red serpent vein, and it goes all the way down to the three-way conjunction place. The teacher said that you could visualize the air coming in as green and spiritually clean air, but that isn’t strictly necessary. Then, the man takes his finger away and lets the right nostril open, and closes the left nostril, and breathes out, forcing the air to exit through the white serpent vein to the right. As it comes out, it is expelled as a cloud of lightish blue colored tainted air. This is done three times, thus cleansing the white channel.

Then, for the next three breaths, the man closes his left nostril, inhaling as before through the right nostril only, down the white serpent vein, and before exhaling, he switches his finger, letting the left nostril come open and pushing closed the right, expelling the air through the left nostril only. That wind comes out as a pinkish colored tainted air, cleansing the red serpent vein. By this point, you’ve done six breaths, and cleansed the white and red serpent veins.

Then, you inhale deeply with both nostrils, taking the clean air down both channels to the three-way conjunction, and when you exhale from both nostrils, you must ‘see’ and feel the air rising up your blue central channel, and coming out of your skull hole, out of the top of your head, as a smoky, grey and black and ashy-colored smoke. Three breaths of that, and you’ve reached nine breaths, and purified your central channel, removing the harm done by spirits. Now, your winds- and your soul- can move more freely through the subtle bodily system, and workings of sorcery will be stronger- particularly trance. Feel free to do the purification as many times as you want, whenever you want; it doesn’t take long, and a few per sitting per day can change everything. There’s no such thing as doing it too many times. You will very shortly see the massive benefits of this work, internally and externally.


The Sorcery of Bodily Sensation and Sight

Now, before I get to the “peak” of this work, in which I attempt to tie together- in my own way- so many of these sorcerous strands for you, let’s talk about the body and the sense of sight. This is one of my favorite conversations (though sadly, not one I can have here at the length I want) because I’ve had so much profound experience with the sorcerous utilization of the body itself. We’ve talked a lot about the breath and winds, the soul and the like. We’ve talked a lot about the “white dragon”- but now, the red dragon needs her due. And here, we come face to face again with simple, ancient, and profound methods of sorcerous experience that can unlock many secret doors, and pluck so many grains from the secret granary. It’s almost outrageous to imagine that such simple and subtle things could have hidden from us, right in plain view, for millennia, and yet, here we are. It’s reality.

When you’re dealing with the body itself, the red serpent, you’re also dealing with the land and its great red serpent, because the body is as much a part of the land as a boulder or a tree. As I pointed out before, there are tunnels in the land, and tunnels in the body. But you’re also dealing with whatever is in the land- like the Underworld. The flight down, the sinking down, the descent to the underworld is deeply connected with the conscious experience of the body. The Underworld is not just a big void under the “ground” that you see with your eyes and feel with your feet; it is also the depths and darkness of the immediate sensation of the physical body.

This term is very important- sensation. You have a bodily sensation, only you probably don’t feel it very often. And this bodily sensation- the feeling of all of you, the feeling of being you, the feeling of having a body- is sorcerously powerful. We’ve all learned to ignore it, all our lives, and yet learning to be aware of it again is easy. The reason why it is powerful is because it is the anchor of the soul, the feeling of being a “being” When you are alive, your wind-soul and your body are mixed together fully; every in breath lets you feel the “mixture” happening. Your flesh is permeated by wind and life-vitality, the same way the sorcerous Master himself permeates the solid, dark land. This is how the most Mercurial being in existence is also so Saturnian.

So the body can be used to “sense” or experience that soul, because while you’re alive, the body and soul really can’t be meaningfully divided. This is the key understanding. Now, go sit down somewhere, and put your feet on the floor. Close your eyes. Can you feel the pressure between your buttocks and legs and back between what you’re sitting on? Easily you can- but take a deep breath, relax, and really examine that pressure, and that heat. It feels different in those places than in the places (like your face, or the tops of your hands) that aren’t touching and pressing against something.

Look into that pressure and heat. Deep inside, you’ll notice a tingle, or a vibration or just a deep “sensation”. It’s easy to feel when you’re standing up, and just your feet are pressing against the ground. It’s easy to miss because you’ve become so used to ignoring it. Look again. Feel again. Any place that you press some part of you with weight against something, there is a pressure, a heat, and a deep sensation, which can feel many ways, but at first, it is always subtle.

When you feel it- and it is EASY to feel; don’t try too hard- you must focus on it and realize that this sensation isn’t just in the places where you’re experiencing pressure. It is all over your body, in every cell of you, every iota of you. Go to a place where there is a “boundary” between where your body is pressing on something, and a place where it isn’t, and examine the boundary. The sensation seems to ‘stop’ at the boundary, but in reality, it doesn’t. It’s on the “other side” of the boundary too. It has to be, because that deep, pervasive sensation is the feeling of the red dragon, of the body, charged with the vitality of soul. Every tiny bit of you has it- you are buzzing with it, all day, every day, all your life.

What usually happens is that people start to feel it all over- and it’s really rather effortless once you focus on it- and then, their whole body starts to tingle and the buzzing of pleasant, dark life is all over them, right where it always was anyway. Welcome! This is a surprising and powerful sorcerous initiation. Bear in mind that when I say “sensation”, I am not talking about the tingling of nerve endings, as you get when you slap your hands together hard and then hold them close together. That’s the sense of touch. Sensation is something that is one step deeper than sense, just the feeling of being you, of having a body and soul mixing and buzzing with life.

Once you have your whole body buzzing and tingling with sensation, congratulations- you didn’t make it happen; it was always there; you just became aware of it again, probably for the first time since you were an infant. And guess what? This sensation doesn’t stop with you. The air has it. The wind has it. Trees have it. Rocks have it. Other people have it. All of reality is endowed with this vitality. You are connected to everything, as I said before, and this sensation of the body, like the vitality of the breath, is another way to experience it.

You can sit there and, in deep experience of sensation, open yourself to another person, or an animal, or tree, and start to feel their sensation. And most importantly, this sensation, like the wind that is part of it, isn’t isolated to your body. You can “sink” into it, and go down, down, down, into your body, and into the Underworld at the exact same time. To sink in sensation isn’t hard at all; sitting there, focusing on NOTHING but your sensation, it almost starts to happen automatically, so long as you focus on nothing but this. It seems slow and heavy and sluggish at times, or perhaps at first; but in reality, it is very free and strong.

When you die, your outward senses fail, but this sensation remains. It sinks down into the Underworld, and on to whatever dreams may come. Before you were born, that’s precisely what you were- this intense feeling of sensation, in the great dark pool of sensation that IS the Underworld, connected to everything, within everything. Breath is part of this- as the soul-breath is exhaled from the body at death, the interior experience of sensation intensifies and “moves away” from the body into aerial liberation and flight to the depths. At conception and birth, you arose from the deep, sensation and soul-breath vitalizing the forming body.

Let me tell you about two of the most profound uses for this special and easy-to-attain sorcery. First off, just becoming aware of sensation- something you can do while walking around, talking to people, typing on your computer, or any time- is a form of trance. If you’re standing in line at a store, you can do it by focusing on your feet, finding that sensation down there, and then becoming aware of it gradually or quickly all over your body. You can “greet people” in your sensation, by focusing on it as you stand in front of them and sinking down into it a little bit, and feeling their sensation. It’s a subtle way of greeting someone, but a real one- you are contacting them on a subtle level.

Pay attention to how you feel when you are in contact with your sensation, because your body and soul will send you messages and feelings, sometimes of great importance through it. How other people are feeling, or whether or not they are dangerous, or lying, or what they conceal, can be broadcast to you through it, as feelings. Danger that has not yet arisen can be sensed by you, if you are in touch with this bodily sensation.

And most importantly, the dead who are in the Underworld can be found in it. They can communicate with you through it, if you “sink down” to them through it- which is really just a matter of focusing on nothing but the sensation, sinking, sinking, while focusing on their names and visualizing their faces in life. You will “reach” them, though the depth of the trance to do this causes you to essentially lie down and appear to be asleep, unmoving. And other beings, too- the Master, the Queen Below, the familiars- they can be met in just the same way, following the same method. Like the breath, the body is the only sorcerous “tool” you could ever need.

Trouble sleeping? Not anymore. Lie down tonight, focus on your bodily sensation (it’s easy to find when half your body is pushing against a mattress) and then, when your whole body is a-buzz with the vital power of your soul, which is the sensation, just focus on nothing but that. Within minutes, you will fall asleep- I promise. This is a secret sorcerous “cure” to insomnia, but something else too- the dreams you have when you do this tend to be vivid and meaningful. It can be used as a dream oracle. The trick is to focus on nothing but the sensation, and just let go, just sink into it, and into the whole world. You can’t let yourself think about other things; if you find yourself doing that, re-focus on the pervasive and everywhere obvious sensation. It’s relaxing, and powerful. It also destroys stress, and makes a person more intuitive and calm, the more they perform this simple, organic work.

This technique had a name among the ancient Greeks- it was called incubation. It was used by the ancient Iatromantoi-shamans to heal people, but also to journey into the unseen world and talk to spirits and the dead. You will discover that it still has healing power- if you are ill, incubate. Sink. You will either feel better, or you will, in trance, meet with beings who can offer you a way to heal yourself, or just have visions showing you what you must do- or feelings, intuitions telling you what to do. This technique goes back to the foundations of western civilization, and has many layers of power and use which you are free to now explore. But for me, the greatest use is this: it is a way of using the body to know the soul, and to know one’s connection with all things, and reach out to all things. It is the pure primordial essence of sorcery.

Let us shift to the sense of sight now. I have said before that our senses are magical connections between us and everything else, and I quite meant what I said. Our entire experience intensifies itself in us- our experience of everything in the world- and we intensify in those things. Our senses are the channels by which we come to knowledge of this process. Sense isn’t just side-effects of sense-organs like eyeballs or ear drums. The senses are deeper things than that, and sensation is one layer deeper than them.

If you are hearing a song, that is a hearing connection between you and the song that is intensifying in you, and the “you” that is intensifying in the song. If you are seeing a bird, that is a seeing connection between you and the bird that’s intensifying in you, and you in the bird, simultaneously. It’s a circle; the senses describe a perfect circle that contains the things we call “sense organ, sensing person, and object of sense”, making them all one watercourse, all one mysterious reality.

So why not use that sight in new ways? What could you be “looking” for out there? There’s only one thing you can find- yourself, out there. Read carefully: looking at the world enough- really looking- that’s what you’ll find: yourself. You have a presence in everything you see, just as it has a presence in you. And if that is the case, why just be “over here” in this red serpent that you’re feeling? Your red serpent is “out there”, too. This white serpent you have in you, breathing in? It’s exhaled, shooting out there, too. Use your eye-vision as the bridge! It can reach miles that your breath can’t immediately or so quickly reach!

Go sit outside, and look, really look, with the piercing gaze. You probably already did this when you used the forgetting trance- and you need to use that again! Engage that sense of sight, without concepts to blunt it! Gaze into a tree or boulder nearby. Really look INTO it. Your eye “sight” may stop at the bark or the rocky surface, in which you can now see details you might have missed before as your sensory visual mind really “grabs” it, intensifying in you, but you can “look” further still. Imagine that you are focusing on a point a few inches into the tree or rock. You “see” the surface, but “look” deeper, set your focus point inside it. It may take hours, or even days of doing this, or perhaps only an hour, or minutes, depending on you- but something’s going to hit you like a ton of the same boulders or trees you might be looking into- you’re going to find yourself in there.

Urge it on. Your piercing gaze, your eye sight, is already a connection between you and whatever you’re looking at. The connection is full and established. Now, “feel” yourself “in” there. Feel what it would be like to be a tree or a rock. Keep staring; be easy, but firm. Be focused; be consumed with just the object that you are using the gaze on. Ignore distractions; be consumed in the vision. Soon, the conceptual walls between “you” and “it” will start to collapse, sometimes even violently!

What happened for me the first time I accomplished this, was as so: I was staring at a pine tree, about 15 feet from me, a real big one. I gazed at it first, letting my soul tell me what “point” to focus on- and you’ll have to “feel” that point; then, I locked onto that point and wouldn’t let go with my eyes. As the tree intensified in me, and I in it- remember, there was no conceptual mind at work here, I was just in the pure experience of the sense- I started to feel like I was “over there”, in the same place as the tree.

It was gradual, but it grew stronger, and then, I could sense what was about eight feet around the tree in every direction. I felt like there was a circle, about eight feet in diameter around me, full of leaves, and fallen pine cones, and even a bird, picking at the ground- and then, I realized that I was sensing this because this was what was around the tree. I was in two places at once! On the one hand, I was staring at the tree from a distance, and on the other hand, I was sensing as though I was the tree. It made sense to me then, how witches were legendarily supposed to have the power to appear in other places aside from where they bodily were- because this particular capacity, this sorcerous effect, tears open the intense, participatory nature of reality and sense.

David Abram learned this very same technique from a Nepalese shaman, and he covers the instructions that Shaman gave him in his book “Becoming Animal”- and he does it with more detail and panache than I can do here, so read that book! The shaman-teacher of Abram told him that to do this exercise with animals, one had to either focus the gaze- the “being inside” gaze- on a point a little low on the chest of the beast, or on its back, near the bottom of the back of its neck. Those were the two places that animals could be “sense entered”, or in which you could find yourself in them, and Abram, upon achieving his mastery of this art, was able to enter a raven and experience its flight.

These things are very powerful, ancient, simple, organic, and (most importantly) possible for you, this very day, in the next few weeks or months, if you are subtle and clever enough to gain anything from my words here, or from Abram’s great works. In the simple power of the soul, all of these wonders are possible. This is what it means to re-member your humanity. It is to re-member your participation with everything, and why forgetting the human is such a horrendous loss.


The Shimmering Wind and the Wraith Prayer

And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for- and which I know I’ve been waiting for- a chance to tie these things all together. It may seem like I’ve taken you on a brief tour of many corners of the sorcerous caverns and forests of the world, and that’s really what I’ve done; my brevity can be turned into an endless tome of sorcery by you, your soul, and your senses, using these intriguing and traditional starting points.

To “shimmer” is to have the awareness outside of the body, in the windy, aerial release of the soul; it is to achieve soul-flight. It has many degrees; it doesn’t have to be a full-on “out of body” experience, though it can be. How far you can take it depends on one thing, above all: how far your desire can reach. A person can “shimmer” only a little, almost as though they “breathed out” the awareness or the soul a short ways from one of their tunnels- usually the skull-hole, the forehead door, or the throat-cleft tunnel. In that state, one can see and perceive the world with soul-eyes. Of course, this isn’t the only way to do such a thing; just sinking into sensation, or using the piercing gaze as I instructed before, or using the forgetting trance that engages the senses with power can achieve another sort of soul-sight, or soul experiences. So, in this forest there are many paths to extraordinary experiences. This Art is never “just this or that.”

Take our tunnels, for instance. A person comes to you terrified about something- genuinely scared out of their wits. Sit them down. Do your nine breaths purification, then sit in front of them, the front of your body facing the front of theirs. Breathe in, and concentrate your breath into your spirit trunk, the central channel. Keep doing that. With every in breath, it “goes into the channel”, fills it, and sinks down a bit to the bottom. With every future breath, it does the same, but it begins to accumulate “down there” and get higher and higher. When you have a lot of breath concentrated in your spirit trunk, breathe out and force it up into your forehead tunnel. Use your will to ‘send’ the sorcerous winds there, and fill that tunnel with a howling wind. Keep “breathing into” that tunnel.

Now, the next few times you breathe in, let the air “scour you and hollow your body out”- so that you feel like there’s not much left of your body, only that windy tunnel floating up around your forehead, and then, as you exhale, “blow yourself” up into the forehead tunnel and come out of the front of it. It’s like your head or your awareness will be sticking out of your forehead, or looking down that tunnel.

Now, look at the other person’s soul body. It may resemble them a bit, or a lot- but it’s their tunnels you need to be looking at, specifically their serpent hole, where fears reside. You’ll discover that in this subtle state, you can easily “float closer” to the person. Float your unseen face close to their serpent hole and look in. Don’t bother with what you see now; you can see many things, secret things, but the Art of removing evil things from those tunnels- or putting them in- is not for discussion now. In this instance, speak into their tunnel. Whisper with your unheard voice that they should calm down; not be afraid; that all will be well. Whisper into that tunnel well and then tell the tunnel that you are done speaking, and go back into your body through your forehead tunnel.

And then, that piece of sorcery is done. You may be surprised at how quickly they seem to feel better, at least a bit. Of course, “speaking into the soul tunnels” can be done at any tunnel, for any reason- such as encouraging a person at the soul level to feel passionately, sexually attracted to you (whispering into the blood-string hole). That might be seen as dark sorcery; as sorcerous seduction, and well, opinions aside, it is what it is. I merely point it out to show how the tunnels I mentioned before can be used as vessels of sorcery and communication, with the secret winds.

If you think that unseen beings- or sorcerers powerful enough- can’t “elf shoot” a person, drill them with “elf shot” or unseen (but deadly) ‘arrows’ of malevolence, I must say, you just aren’t thinking about this correctly- and if you didn’t guess that whispering horrible, terrifying things into a person’s serpent hole couldn’t give them nightmares, or degrade their mental health, you’re really just perhaps too nice for this business. I’m not saying you have to do those things, but know that they can be done, and are.

And not just by humans, as I said- the “Faery Host” or the Aerial host of the dead and the beings of the unseen, led by the Elf-Knight (The Master) makes it a cyclical habit of flying about the world on storms and winds and selectively killing the souls of human beings and animals, to collect them into the “Company of the Storm”- and witches in the past, like Isobel Gowdie, found that they could become a part of that ancient company. They aren’t killing to be evil; they are manifesting Fate, and strengthening “Them over there”. Others will be born to replace those taken by the Wild Hunt.

“Killing” the soul is possible- but what it means is that a fatal injury is inflicted on the soul-form on the subtle level, which leads, a while later (usually not too long, depending on the power of the attack) to the physical death of the person. A person may be “dead already” in the Unseen, but not be aware of the fact. This is one of the reasons why people, in traditional folklore, “see their fetch” leaving them a short while before they die, in dreams and in visions, quite often.

Now, here is the formula of the Wraith Prayer. Remember how I said I would give it as a skeleton, and allow you to give it flesh with your own soul (another sorcerous paradox?) I hope it gives you much joy and insight. I hope it doesn’t lead to your death or the deaths of others, but that must be listed as a possibility.

The Wraith Prayer, or Fetch-Sending Formula of Four Parts
(The Master Keys to Trance and Flight or Liberation from the Red Body Fetter)


I. Perform the Nine Breaths Purification

II. Engage the Forgetting Trance and enliven the senses to pure sensing power (Sensory Soul Intensifies, White stage) Really get a sense for how your whole environment around you is intensifying in you, and you in it- how much this “world around you” IS your state of mind at present, and you are in it.

III. Engage the Bodily Sensation (Body Intensifies, Red Stage)

IV. Breathe in the World-Wind, concentrating it in the Spirit-Trunk. As you breathe in, feel the white soul and red soul, the breath and body, mixing and combining fully. As you breathe in after a bit, feel the “Great Wind”- the world-wind, the Master’s kingdom- “pushing in” to you, filling you, lending you your human life and mind, and when you breathe out, feel your personal wind, your soul, being “pulled” out into the World-Wind. This technique, the “bellows breath” should be done for a while, until you feel the “Great Wind” as though it were a mighty person or being, or collection of beings, noticing you. Then, take a deep breath, and as you exhale make the sound “eh”- the same sound made by “e” in the word “set”. Drag it out, slowly- ehhhhhhhhhh- and end with a hard “t” noise. “tuh!” Doing it a few times is best, but every time you do it, let your flesh and soul become one with the sound.

 At this point, you should have a strong sense of connection between everything- sensory connection with environment, a “feeling” connection with everything, a strong sense of your own body, and in the central channel or Spirit Trunk, you should feel that “you” can “look and speak” up through your skull hole, or look down and speak through the serpent hole. Above and below should seem open to you. You should start to have a sense of “liberation” of “I can move or be discovered anywhere”- you may find your mind darting off, your soul moving about like it’s yearning to be free, or just flying already. Or you may just feel that all these things are possible. Most often,  you may feel that you’re in more than one place at the same time- sitting or standing there, but also being “near you”, behind you or beside you.

From this point, you can work as you see fit: you are ready for anything. Using your breath, you can send a howling wind into any of your tunnels, or, if you wish to engage full spirit flight, you must first concentrate a lot of wind into the Spirit Trunk (described earlier) and then, “scour and hollow out” the body with breath, and then- lastly- with one forceful out breath, once you feel like you aren’t “much left” bodily, blast your awareness out of the skull-hole on the top of your head- “ride the wind up the chimney” and out of you.

You may feel like some part of you is still “in your body”, at the same time that you feel like you’ve “gone up and out”- or, you may feel that you exited through your mouth as you breathed out- even if it feels like you “exited” through your mouth, it’s okay; you actually went out (if you went out) through the skull hole.  And the feeling of being “in two places at once” is normal and natural at first, and throughout your career doing these things. Just gently “focus over” on your other breath-self, and you’ll more and more be able to experience what it is experiencing. Remember, to “fly around”, you only need the air and wind- and that’s everywhere. It connects your wraith, your flying fetch, to everything.


The Soundless Language and Conjuring the Familiar

I thought I might end with some notes about the Soundless Language, and the art of real invocation. Saying words out-loud is powerful; they are given life by your soul-wind, and have sorcerous value. But I have discovered that after such words are said- or even if they are not said- my familiar spirits and Magistellus don’t respond as strongly unless I use the soundless language- the heart language- to call them. And when you have done the wraith prayer and are no longer “just a body”- when you have a strong sense and connection with the Spirit-trunk in you- you are in a perfect position to use this soundless language.

And it’s quite simple- you don’t use words at all. You use feelings. It’s hard to describe, it works in several ways. Let yourself sink down the spirit-trunk and come out “under” you a bit, and “inside” of the whole world under you- and “feel” into the whole world whatever it is that you want to communicate to the spirit you are trying to conjure. That sounds funny, but it works- if you want your familiar to come to your presence, to fly down your skull hole and take up residence inside you, or fly into you some other way, you go down, exit a bit, sink into things, until you feel that connection with everything (the whole world, seen and unseen) and you just long for the spirit. Feel wanting, feel the genuine longing you have for it to be near, and it will come.

It’s liberating to not have to “say” anything- just let your feelings “speak” for you. If you are troubled because you can’t pay your rent, and are about to be homeless, and working to find extraordinary resources to get around this problem, even prayers to the powers can be translated into the language of the heart, into the soundless language- let yourself feel the sorrow and depression and frustration of your situation, and present it to them- “feel it out there”- They already know what’s wrong; this is another way of communicating “I need help!”.

“As far as desire can reach…” The longing for the Master is an invocation to him, just as it is for the familiar powers or the magistelli. They will “come up” from the depths, and enter you, or hover near you, or “feel” closer, perhaps below you, but near you. If they will come, I mean; I can’t speak for what other spirits may or may not do for you personally.

Another way of communicating with the unseen which I find profoundly powerful doesn’t even involved having to do the Wraith Prayer- just bring up your awareness of your bodily sensation, and “speak”- whisper- “into the sensation”. Speak consciously into your sensation, and you will discover that it “echoes” into the Unseen quite strongly. Remember- your bodily sensation is a tiny bit of sensation thrust up from the great ocean of power that is the Unseen and the Underworld, and is connected to it. Speaking into the depths of your sensation is like speaking into a portal directly into the world-depths.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Forgetting Human, pt 3 (guest post by Robin Artisson)

Part III:
The Amnesia Ploy and the Game of Power
-The Awful Truth
-Lose your Mind, Regain your Senses
-They Leap for My Soul
-What Her Other Voice Said to Me
-Rediscovering Spirit in the Lost World
-The Master of Spirits and the Magistellus



"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
Said the joker to the thief-
"There's too much confusion;
I can't get no relief…”

“No reason to get excited,"
The thief, he kindly spoke-
"There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke;
But you and I, we've been through that,
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

-Jimmy Hendrix, “All Along the Watchtower”


The Awful Truth

It is night now, and I was just outside again, under my familiar trees, and a wind blew through, manifesting itself as these wind-persons do. This wind-soul being was a singer, singing of the darkest and richest things that live in the reality of the soul. In my own soul’s experience of it, I felt afraid, a little- the awe-inspiring fear you sometimes get when something or someone of great power and wisdom comes too near you.

The word “awful” actually means precisely that- “awe-full”, or full of awe; the “awful truth” of the wind is the awe-inspiring truth about where our Ancestral ghosts and Gods really are, and where they still dwell. That wind-person went silent and vanished suddenly, and I knew that it was reminding me about why I’m writing the words here, and thanking me for reminding myself and others about what exists within the soul, and in the wind and sky.

The powers that live and exist alongside us want to be known by us. I don’t know why; but I can guess several things. Firstly, they are kin to us, ultimately, as we are all born from the same origin- this mighty and sacred Nature that appears to surround us, but is also within us. Also, our destinies are completely entwined with the sacred beings seen or unseen. Those two reasons are enough; but it also reminds me to say what must be said when we talk about the other-than-human populations of sentient life: they are living their lives, and we are living out ours, all of us in our own Fateful and Fated duration.

We humans are not the “pet projects” of the Gods or spirits; they don’t exist to stop our tragedies or change the things in our world that we don’t like. The Ancients knew this well enough. What we can gain from interaction, from “spectral intercourse” with the unseen, is wisdom, and that is treasure enough- and power enough to seemingly change the things about ourselves and our world that our souls long to change. Some powerful spirits (even ones called “Gods” by our Ancestors) have, at rare times in what we call our “history”, entered directly into the dimension of human life and changed things, tilted the outflowing of our world, gave us gifts, changed the course of human life forever. Why they did it is anyone’s guess, but our history, our bodies, and our minds bear the marks of their ancient passage.

For years, that was what I longed for- conversation with the unseen, with non-human persons and powers. It didn’t take me long to realize that another conversation was blocking me- the ongoing and maniacal dialogue of thought that filled my head, and leaped wildly from one thought to another, one concern to another, one word to another word. My habit of living in my thoughts, and not consciously living in the actual world that my thoughts were only a tiny part of, had become a fungus that grew and overtook my mind and life.

Words and thoughts and concepts came between me and what I wanted and needed so much.  I begged the Unseen to not be silent, to not evade me, to reveal itself to me, but now I know that its silence came from only one place- the fact that all my begging was just me begging my own confusion for something it could never give me.

I finally came up with a way around this ominously subtle and pervasive problem- a trick, really, but a sorcerous trick.  It was my familiar spirit, granted to me on the windy power of the Master of Spirits, which appears sometimes as a woman, and at other times as an owl, who taught me this technique; and this very tactic ended up being the “straw that broke the back” of this beast. And it had nothing to do with literally “going around” anything, but plunging into the center of something- the center of reality itself. And what is reality? Reality is what is happening to you at this very sensory moment, in all your senses.

You don’t have to gain something special to use this cunning bit of sorcery; you have to lose something- you have to lose, just for a while, your memory of your language.

Most people laugh when I say this- and write it off instantly as impossible. But as I have well learned, it is not impossible, and in fact, it even becomes easy if you stick with the technique, and it becomes easy in a surprisingly short amount of time. There is a reason why it should; the most profound level of your mind is geared for this already.

When you were born, you had no language. In a non-verbal way, you experienced reality directly, in a direct and uncensored sensory manner, while you were a baby and a very young child. This was how you experienced, fully, every day, up until the time your cognitive-linguistic matrix was imprinted into your mind through the absorption of enough experience of others using language, and the encouragement of your first language teachers. 

But the deepest layer of you, previous to that, is non-verbal, and certainly non-alphabetic, and fully sensitive to the sensory world precisely as the world exists. The deepest layer of you has no “filter” of words, either spoken or written; it only has pure sensory clarity. This is the true “sorcerous sensorium”- the chamber within your mind and soul where mysteries are unveiled and beheld naked and free of adulteration. It is the psychic sanctum where the unspeakable things (those things which can never be captured with words) are shown and known in a non-conceptual way. It is a forest and a vault of stars within us.

And this “deepest layer” can be drawn to the surface by the technique I have come to call, after all these years, the “Amnesia play”, or, more humorously, the “Amnesia ploy.” Bear in mind that the main “inhibiting factor” of our cultural programming which leads to our habitual spiritual blindness isn’t the spoken word, but the written word and the ghostly abstractions of mind that it creates- however, this technique cuts to the deepest places, before both kinds of language. In a direct way, it takes you back to the origins of your mind.


Lose your Mind, Regain your Senses

Go to an outdoors location where you can really be alone. This can mean your backyard, if you have one, and if you have a reasonable expectation of privacy there, without distractions. Or, it can mean the lonely corner of a park, or just the wilderness in whatever capacity you can reach it. As you develop in your ability to use this technique, you’ll be able to use it anywhere. But start in seclusion, and outdoors.

To utilize this technique, you will need to start with your imagination- the imagination being, after all, the aura cast by the deepest divinely inspired core that glows at our centers, and in the “center” of every iota of flesh or dirt or stone or wood. That same ember radiates, subtle and unseen, from the core of every iota of water or fire, and is fanned bright by the wind from the “bellows of the smith”- Old Quayin himself, the spirit Heth, or the spirit-artificer whose mysterious relationship to human creativity must be spoken of later. That bellows- a device that makes wind- is also the breath in us, and in the world. Shortly put, the divine creativity is not apart from the human creativity. The imagination is not a pool of “made up” delusions or dreams, but a capacity for creation.

You must focus the power of your imagination, your capacity to create new realities, and invoke a scenario in which you can truly immerse yourself in a special kind of fantasy, a very believable fantasy in which you imagine yourself to be the victim of a very powerful amnesia. You have to let yourself slip into the role, suspending your disbelief and letting this imagination come to life. Few of us have a very hard time suspending our disbelief when we get absorbed into a two-hour long movie; we can let movies- even very improbable ones like silly horrors or flashy fantasies- take on a reality in our heads, for the purposes of absorbing ourselves in them and enjoying them; this is far, far easier.

When you find yourself in a good, safe, and secluded outdoors place, sit down (if you can) and close your eyes. Take a steady, calming breath, and prepare yourself to imagine that, when you open your eyes, you are coming out of a coma, or just coming back to consciousness after being unconscious for an indeterminate while. In this imagination exercise, you don’t know who you are, because you have full and total amnesia- you don’t know who you are, where you are, nor do you remember what language you speak. If English is your primary language, then for the duration of this technique, you cannot think in English, nor speak in it. Try to avoid any place that has signs- seeing English words (or spelled out words) will make this difficult.

To make this work, you really have to slip into the role, and accept it fully- really let yourself, for just three or four minutes, really believe it. Go as far into belief as you can.

Now, look around. Just look at your surroundings. Remember- you can’t do anything but look, and hear, and smell, and feel, and touch. If an oak tree is near you, or right in front of you, one of the likely first reactions you’ll have will be to think “oak tree” when you see it- but if you catch yourself doing this (and everyone does it a lot in the beginning, without even meaning to) simply remember that you can’t be thinking “oak tree” because you don’t remember speaking any language, and thus, you can’t think in that language. You’ll have to remember this a few times before your mind finally concedes and “goes along” with the imaginative exercise.

What you are really doing is using force- the subtle and fluid force of imagination- against the calcified and habitual mind of concepts. It seems like it would be impossible, when you just think about doing it, but actually trying to do it proves that it is easier than first thought.

Now, here’s what I discovered in my many attempts at this tactic. I discovered that, once I really slipped into the role of the amnesiac, my senses suddenly became more powerful and vivid- they seemed to reach out and grasp the world in a strong new way, and I seemed to be “seeing” things again for the first time- like the trees, for instance. They seemed “closer” to me somehow, more vivid, different- I was having a “pure seeing” experience, and my eyes were really examining the forms of the trees quite intently, and no words or labels were being automatically generated in my mind to stop the intensity of the exploration. I was fully open to the trees, the sounds, the grasses, the birds I saw- I was filling them all with such an intensity of alertness, a depth of looking and hearing, that I felt tremendous power, tremendous force in it.

And those things- those birds, trees, grasses, sounds- they “came to me” too- my eyes and ears didn’t just “go to them” or “capture them”- they came to me. Each one seemed to be “presenting itself” to my senses, strongly. I saw that this whole process isn’t what we think- it isn’t a “linear” process, in which your senses “go out there” to capture things that passively wait- instead, all things move into one another simultaneously, and intensify themselves within one another.

Why this great simultaneous intensity of knowing all things within all things? Because you are not isolated off from this world- you are fully drenched in it, and fully a part of it. Nothing is simple and linear, but mixed and full and spiraling, circular, whole. I became lost in the tangle of the senses and the world; my whole mind became the green world around me, and I began to experience something even more amazing, which I will write more about in a moment.

Should you ever find yourself in such a situation as this amnesia scenario sets up, truly lost in the world without memory,  your senses would rally to try to explore your world immediately, trying to make sense of it, trying to figure out what’s going on, and trying to figure out if there’s any danger here. You would be very curious, without the words to frame that curiosity or scaffold it- you would become a sensory explorer, immediately in tune with the environment in a very profound way. The deep parts of you, the hyper-alert animal senses, the bodily organism in tune with its entire environment, all would emerge fully to guide you through the situation.

You are forced by this technique to really see and experience the world, and not to fall back on “thinking” in a linguistic way about the world. Your internal, analytical dialogue is silenced, and only your senses remain to inform you. As your senses really sharpen and open up, you discover the “piercing gaze” of the Witch- the first taste of the Sorcery of the Senses which I will expand upon more later. That old hagtessa who was feared in the past for her disturbing eyes, her burning gaze, gives us a folkloric manifestation of the sorceress who was able to really see- and she missed nothing. You will discover that when you really look, more than just ordinary sight begins to rise up in you.

And with luck, this is what you will be able to accomplish using this technique. But you will simultaneously be accomplishing much more. Because when you really “see” purely, or hear the birds and wind suddenly very purely, without the conceptual mind to categorize it all away with words for you, something subtle, and then later forceful and dramatic begins to happen- something beyond your new vividness of the senses.

The true core tradition that stands behind all Sorcery is found in the senses and the use of the senses. And this tradition is full of two things in abundance- ironically, it is full of subtlety; ironic that such a sense-bound and tangible Art should also deal with subtlety, but it does. The depths of the senses are the gateway to real subtlety.

And this Art is bound up with paradoxes- the “fair is foul and foul is fair” paradoxes that the Bard himself once gave voice to. Using this technique, you are literally forgetting everything to remember more- to “re-member”, to put the members of another body back together again, the body of the sorcerous clarity of the sense-animal that you are. You are losing your mind, literally; you are losing the conceptual mind, and thereby regaining your senses. Forgetting is remembering; loss is gain.

And now, you are delivered to the core of the sorcery that I’ve woven into these words you’re reading now- because using the written word, the very thing that helps to create a mind that can’t experience sorcerous reality, I have undone the power of the written word. Turning the power of words against themselves, I have used words to show you a way beyond words, written or otherwise. Sorcerous Irony!


They Leap for My Soul

What follows is a private journal entry that I created the day after I had my first very powerful “breakthrough” with the “Amnesia ploy.” I put it here to illustrate a few of the themes that emerged for me, and which can emerge for any who engage the technique thoroughly.

“Sitting there, I felt the presence. Everything was gradually then suddenly filled with a stark, dark, and deep living presence- both as a whole, and in each tree, and even in a stone I carried outside with me. And “my” animals? My two dogs? They were leaping against my legs as usual trying to get up on me, and for the first time, that didn't annoy me or bother me at all- because I knew now what they were leaping for. I saw their souls. I communicated with their souls and the world-presence without words, just at my heart level.

The dogs were leaping at my soul. They don't see the "human". They only saw my soul, and they only show their souls- they have no words, like we do, to come between them and the presence, between them and their souls: what they show, how they act, how they live, that's their souls. We humans, living in our thoughts and not in our senses and souls, we don't sense our souls, and so we experience the dogs as nothing but humans looking down on animals.

But this time, it was different- I realized that what the dogs were delighted to see in me, and what they were trying to get close to, was my soul. They don't have any conception that I am white, brown eyed, a therapist, a father, a son, a centrist, a sorcerer, an animist- none of that. They don't see it; they don't have the power to. They experience me as a soul, a power, a natural power, sprung like they are from this massive presence. They show their souls, freely and honestly- they can't do anything else. These "animals" are the most honest things, these dogs- they can't contrive some abstraction that takes them away from soul.

It filled me with a joy I cannot describe. It wasn't a dog in my hands; it was a presence, a soul, unique and so full in the moment; a little person, happily trying to share its own presence with mine. It WAS a dog, of course, but not a dog as I had habitually seen before, when I didn't see from the soul perspective.

I felt deep; like I had a new depth. Anything I had thought deep before now seemed shallow by comparison. I felt like this depth couldn't move, and didn't die- that if I died at that moment, I'd stay in this presence, both that of my soul, and the presence of everything around me, and the greater presence that seemed to be deepest of all. I just knew that if I died right then, it wouldn't change much at all. Before, I felt a kind of wonder or uncertainty about death; that just faded away. That weird calmness about it has faded a bit, but if I went outside now, and got "back into" this, I think it would return- the feeling caused by this presence is unmistakable.

I feel like I've encountered my soul for the first time today. It's all in the senses, not in thinking. All those abstractions in our heads are a madness in the head: there is no heaven, hell, judgment, salvation, God, devil, none of that. I could feel and "hear" with my heart, as though a communication was just filling me, that the ancient presence I was feeling was all there was, and the other presences (the trees, the animals, other beings) and my own soul, my own presence (which seems to have some ability to "be with" other presences, just by interpenetrating them, "going into" them) was the totality. 

These presences- the presences concealed by yet fully a part of sky, earth, trees, animals, and the more mysterious things that had no physical representation, but which I could still sense- these are the Gods and they are the only Gods that have ever been, I am sure of this now. And the greater "wholeness presence"- I don't even know what that is; it feels like the power that I called "Fate" before.

That's it. It was like a great joy, a great peace, a great relief. And it all came from giving that "amnesia ploy" another shot, bolstered by my understanding of how words have stopped us from having a real sensory experience, and stuck us all in our heads, in thoughts and abstractions.

I'm just overwhelmed by it. The abstractions born from written words are not truths. They are traps, confusions, living in emptiness, not touching the world and the presence. Our senses are themselves sorcerous connections between us and everything. "We" aren't even what we think we are; we are souls, and this soul is a deep thing, not really a white man or a therapist, or anything like that. Those ideas are just tumbling around in it, but they don't touch it.

From this day forth, I am not using the written word to do anything but unseat and undo and overcome what the written word has done to everyone. My own writings are going to undergo a rather serious change. I don't even want to write much anymore.

I can’t help but say it- this is the way of things. We're all supposed to be here, and what we've done to lose our sense of our own souls and the presence of what can only be described as the sacred wholeness was misuse written language. I feel like I've rediscovered a part of me the size of the ocean, or bigger- like my soul’s been missing all this time. No more tastes! I feel so... loving towards things, my children, my animals... friends... the trees and grass... Even that rock I was holding, when I saw with full sensory experience, with my soul, was a little being, a person, so unique and living, feeling alive in my hands. There is a love inside me, raging and fighting to escape me, like it won’t be satisfied until it has joined the whole world.”


What Her Other Voice Said to Me

I discovered, in the days that followed, that the Amnesia ploy could be used anytime, anywhere. I could “quickly” use it, almost as if I was just tasting it for a few moments, to gain instant insights into subtle things unseen. Of course, I’ve used the technique for a very long time now, and the “small” uses of it are dependent on the “full” use of it, the sessions I put aside daily and nightly, when I let myself slip into the Presence. The more you do it, the better- there is no reason to try and over-structure this into a ‘schedule’. At any time you find yourself walking outside or even sitting in your own home alone, you can slip right into it.

Using the technique, I was able, for the first time, to directly “talk” to the spirit of my own house. A stone that I had taken with me when I came home from Maine (after living there for 8 months) was suddenly, under the influence of this subtle soul-state, able to reveal its own soul to me, and to appear in my hands as a sentient little being, reaching out to communicate directly to my soul.

Part of what you need to remember when you do this is that I’m not talking about using your senses less, but more- it was by gaining this state while holding the rock in my hands, against my body, and gazing at the rock with my fully utilized eyesight, that I was able to “see” the soul of the rock- outwardly, the rock certainly didn’t change shape, but in another way that I cannot explain (and which no one could explain) I “saw” the soul of the thing- it was like the rock suddenly “intensified” in presence, and seemed to swim with life in my hands. That’s the most I can say.

I am a soul-healer by profession. I’m speaking literally as well as figuratively here- I am a psychotherapist, and I work with many people every day and help induce therapeutic transformations in their lives, in the midst of countless terrible problems. But that term I just used to describe me- “psychotherapist”, literally means “soul healer” in Greek. Today, we take it to mean something more like counselor-clinician.  And I am that. But when I gained the power of engaging my soul, and the soul of everything else, I became much more powerful in my “ordinary” profession as well.

Actually, I became dangerous, to put it halfway humorously. I was eager to deepen my engagement with the soul of this world and all the spirits and souls that I could meet, and there are more of these powers in this world than any of us could fathom. I began to realize that this new power could open up new dimensions in my professional therapeutic practice. I knew then how therapy or therapeutic contact could happen without a single word passing between me and my clients- that I could speak soul to soul with them, and create the therapeutic radiance that healed, directly from my soul to theirs.

So, with typical mystical zeal, I went to work and met with a favorite client of mine, someone I already felt pretty comfortable with. In our session that day, while she was talking, I slipped into the “forgetting trance”- and I did it so well that, for a brief moment, her words to me seemed to sound-blur into just noises that I couldn’t understand, but my senses sharpened- I saw details about her skin I hadn’t noticed before, the way bits of her hair waved in the air conditioning inside, and the color of her eyes. And in that depth of extreme focus, it happened- her soul emerged and spoke. It “told” me what it really feared.

The entire time this spectral communication was happening, I was busy behaving to my client just as I ordinarily would- she never saw or felt that I had done, what I had heard or taken from deep inside her. But I told her what her soul said. I didn’t say “Hey, I just talked to your soul and it said such-and-such.” I just told her what I now knew, and she stared wide eyed at me and exclaimed “yes! That’s absolutely right! I wish I could have said it like that myself!”

From that day forward, I always took a bit of time to slide into the soul-level and converse with the deeper aspects of clients, friends, or anyone I was around. Most of the time, I just sat passively learning things that I often decided the person would rather consciously hide. I thought about all the people who are so obsessed with learning to “read minds”, when to be a soul-reader, a soul-talker, is far more powerful.

At my level of attainment, I can boast this: people can lie with their words, but their souls don’t tend to lie. If I am properly prepared, in the subtle state of perception, I can hear words that are concealing lies because the soul of the liar accuses them. However, another sorcerer who has a connection to their soul may be able to mold it into a deceptive aid to their lies- this much is worth mentioning. But the average person running around out there, on the surface of life only? Their souls give them away.

I would like to say a few words about the nature of soul-communication, which I will expand more on in the next section of this treatise. One of the initial stumbling blocks I hit in “soul communication” was the fact that I imagined- wrongly- that the “communication” would happen like a regular conversation, or like words appearing in my head. It doesn’t. If you try to force it to be that, it fails. What a person must do is let go- really let go of the notion that “communication” has to be with words of language, and let the meaning and deep knowledge of what is being exchanged arise in the heart and gut level of the body.

This kind of conversation is so easy, it’s hard- because you want so dearly to take a more active role in the conversation. But it’s easy because all you have to consciously do is stop trying to be a part of the conversation, and let your soul do what it naturally does, and let the other powers communicate directly to your soul as they naturally do. You just let that conceptual mind step aside, confident that the conversation can and will go on without it, and let it happen.

When I started getting “strong” messages, it felt like my body was lighter or heavier suddenly (this is power moving in the soul- it feels bodily sometimes, like tingling in the flesh) or it felt like my face suddenly was tingling or gripped with an intensity- and then, at that moment, I “knew” exactly what I had just been “told”. It didn’t come in words, but in a charge of profound “knowing”. And this was just the beginning- with practice, one realizes that a communication is happening all the time, and not just from “you” to “everything else”- things, beings, persons seen and unseen- are coming to your soul and talking all the time. While most come for reasons that seem either inscrutable or friendly, some don’t come for such good reasons.

On the whole, I must say that we are not surrounded by evil and threats from the unseen world as constantly as some of the panic-mongers in our world say- like Christians, who have, since the beginning, hated the idea of spirits and the unseen world and who demonized them (and it) quickly. The Unseen world is no more dangerous, necessarily, than this world is; and yet, this world is a bit dangerous at times and places, and that remains true in the unseen. And in the same manner that you protect yourself in this world, by letting your intuition guide you away from dangerous-seeming or feeling places, or being careful to only go to familiar places or to explore with care, the same can be said for the unseen. There’s no reason to be needlessly paranoid, except of course, when paranoia is the right response.

Devote a month to what I have written to you here, and you will discover what I discovered. These are keys to an extraordinary experience which works, organically, powerfully, and simply. This is how the soul is found, felt, and how it communicates with everything- even the world-soul itself.


Rediscovering Spirit in the Lost World

With this great door of soul opened, things began to happen rapidly for me. When the soul awakened, the breath awakened- and far from just the rhythmic gasping of life, my breath became a sorcerous power and a bridge to power. The Game of Power had begun for me, a game played out in feelings and in relationships with beings seen and unseen. Now that I was aware of them, they knew it- and began to change in how they interacted with me.

A person who gains access to new ranges of subtle awareness- not any awareness divorced from the physical body and senses, but fully rooted in them, intensified in them, begins to live in the soul, to encounter the living, airy, rushing presence of the soul. This is our reality; this is the treasure so powerfully apparent and with us all the days of our lives- and the thing that nearly all of us don’t directly experience. When you do experience it, a new life really begins; it is a genuine initiation, a “rebirth” from one perspective. Many people have their doubts about it because they can’t believe that such a legendary treasure, and such a key and root of real power, can be so “easy” or so close, or so simple.

This is a consequence of how we have been taught- by the abstraction mongers- to believe that “true” spiritual attainments are always “high” achievements, complex achievements, or difficult achievements. Few people these days, obsessed as we are by illusions of grandiosity, can understand that the best achievement of all is hiding in plain sight, in plain feeling, and is (in reality) very simple. Part of us already knows it- we love to point out how the simplest pleasures are the best, or how easy it would be to have a simple life; we intuitively know that the over-complexities that define our modern world are problematic and filled with anxiety. Deep inside, without knowing how we know, we are aware that simplicity and the truth are hand-in-hand, and we long for it, a simpler, cleaner, easier way of being.

Our obsessions with over-complexity lead us to the final test- the effort to overcome our mental addiction to what “spiritual achievements” must really be like. The conceptual mind that fantasizes about grand ascensions and exploding arrays of color, vision, and complex understandings occurring when a person “makes it” to the truth, must give way to the mind of the senses, and all its peace, simplicity, and calmness- all of the depths that we have longed for, and not the distant “heavens” of hallucinatory abstraction.

And in those simple but profound depths, we begin to meet with, and start to converse with, the Ancestral powers. They begin to make us remember what was lost when the wisdom of the land and the wisdom of the senses was lost.

Many modern Pagans and people calling themselves “witches” have an enormous focus on the notion of the feminine divine. The “Goddess” of Wicca went on to define, for many, the re-emerging hope for a more earthy and sensuous experience of what we call the “spiritual”. The great “Goddess” ideas that so many people worship tend to quickly fall into a trap of near-monotheism, as well as fall into some of the same errors of abstraction and metaphysical complexity that originally destroyed the true old ways. But these “goddess” worshipers are onto something real, without understanding how.

While there is more than one “Goddess” out there, the ideal of the feminine divine, or the physical world (the earth) and the Unseen world being experienced in primarily feminine terms, is based in a very old reality. All that I have been talking about in this treatise is grounded in the feminine. The idea of the sensual body, the bodily senses, the return to a condition of mind which is directly in touch with the tangible world, and the feelings and the soul, all of it is part of a “primary mode” of being which is both ancient, and aligned to the intuitive and feminine aspects of our nature.

The Earth isn’t just a ball of rock; it is, in fact, the body of a Goddess. We would be foolish to assume that this “Earth Mother”, known in every Pagan culture extant, is the only Goddess out there, or just one more manifestation of a supreme feminine force, but that’s another matter.

We are dealing with the mysteries of earth, and flesh, and feelings, and senses, and intuition- all feminine powers. The forces that stole us from these things- the abstracting minds and powers that turned us away from the senses, away from nature, are in fact considered by most occultists to be “masculine” qualities, and the philosophies born of these hallucinations and abstractions are the masculine-centered monotheisms that we all know and loathe so well.

Coming back to the senses and the body is a return to the true and well-hidden (but fundamental) “Goddess spirituality” sought by so many. It may be easier, and more accurate to say “earth spirituality” or “land-based spirituality” or even “sensual spirituality” than to say “Goddess spirituality”.

Of course, for whatever truth there is in this comparison between the masculine and feminine, it is still an over-simplification. The true masculine aspect of nature itself, and of our beings, is not a thing of abstractions and transcendence. Anyone who believes that the masculine is limited to what we now know is a delusion of the mind, is carrying on the delusion in themselves. We have already arrived at the root of the real “masculine mysteries” earlier in this work, but we did it unannounced.


The Master of Spirits and the Magistellus

In ancient Greece, when people died, it was believed that their psyche, their soul, escaped from them as an escaping breath. And this aerial thing, this breathy soul, was like wind, because, as we have seen, it is a kind of wind. And one God among the others had the duty of coming to guide the soul to the Underworld- a God who was himself connected with flight, the winds, and the tricky, inconstant nature of the winds and airs. His name was Hermes, and in myths, he is depicted with winged sandals- winged feet- which gave him the power of aerial flight.

He was the messenger of the Gods; he moved between the world that was seen, the world of men, and the world of the Gods unseen, to do the bidding of his father, Zeus- the God of storms, light from the sky, winds, thunder, and rains.  He was the herald of all the Gods, the being who connected the mortal world with the immortal world, and saw that communication happened between them. But he was more than all this, too- Hermes was a sorcerer, a tricky and cunning sorcerer. His deceitful character from the mythologies is not in doubt; but magic? What we today call “Hermetic magic”, which was once a widespread and varied school of sorcery that spread all over the Ancient world, before and after the rise of Christianity, was precisely what its name states: The Magic of Hermes.

Hermes’ connection with wind and breath and the released breath-souls of the dead, and the journey to the Land of the Dead runs parallel to his role as the Logos- the word, the spirit of the word, the messenger, and the creator of magical words. Our descriptive term for an in-depth exploration of the deeper meanings of things- a Hermeneutic explanation- comes from this God’s name. And before this ancient non-human person that Greek history remembers as “Hermes” was all these things, he was the God of boundaries- the boundaries between one kingdom or territory and another- boundaries that were marked by his Herms, which was the name given to phallic stones, or to cairns of stone built to mark boundaries.

It is no surprise that he was the God that crossed all boundaries, as he was also the God who had the power to maintain them. The boundary between the living and the dead was the greatest of boundaries that he could cross- or guide others into crossing.

This being, this powerful sorcerous spirit with connections to the land and the phallic power of nature, and connections to the wind, the gusts of spirit, ghosts, and the Land of the Dead, was identified by Classical writers with the ancient Nordic and Germanic divinity Odin- himself a sorcerer and the chief and Master of sorcerers. Odin’s connection with the Underworld and the oracles of the dead is well known; he was most known, however, for his gift, to mankind, of language- particularly the sorcerous language of the Runes. The word “runa”, from whence “rune” derives, means “secret”  or “mystery”- but it has connotations of a whispered mystery, a whispered secret.

Today, we think of the letters of the various “Runic alphabets” as “the runes”, but the true Runes were mysterious utterances, spells, known by Odin, and taught to his followers, who were mostly sorcerers and people desiring power, either magical or political, or desiring victory over enemies. This magical connection between the characters of Hermes and Odin is met in the connection they both have to magical words, and words generally- they are “logos” Gods, word-Gods, givers of language, and thus, in a sense, givers of civilization, to man. Earlier I talked about the dangers of the written word, and discussed the difference between phonetic alphabets, and alphabets that were pictographic. The Runic alphabets are pictographs- each letter refers to some aspect of the world of the senses, like gold, or cow, or ice, or hail. Thus, the Runic script avoided the “abstracting danger” of phonetic alphabets.

Odin is believed to have his origin in an ancient storm god- a grim spirit of storms and winds, who was linked to the dead. His name refers to a “wild fury”, as only the winds and storms can deliver- and as only the inspired soul, the soul “in-spired”, or “filled with windy respiration” can understand or manifest. To be “inspired” sorcerously, or inspired otherwise, is to be “in breathed”, to have the spirit of inspiration fill your soul. Odin’s capricious, tricky, and ominously unpredictable nature is well known to students of his lore; like the winds, he appeared to be not only “wandering everywhere” on the earth, (Odin was the great wanderer who moved all over the earth) but dangerously unpredictable at times.

The wind and the storm gives motion and vitality to the world, in the same way that the soul gives motion and vitality to your body. The spiritual power that I am discussing, the ancient and timeless non-human person who stands behind the ancient cultural iconic figures of Hermes and Odin, was not depicted as phallic and chthonic, or called “Allfather” for no reason! But as we investigate the ways these ancient cultures, in southern and northern Europe, were experiencing the Spirit of winds, words, and ghosts, we start to come to another realization: the breath-giving and guiding Master of Spirits is still among us, still blasting around the world, just as he always was, and always will be.

And in the mysteries of modern Witchcraft, this means everything. Because this important being stands behind Witchcraft in the same way (and for the same reasons) that he stood behind sorcery all over Europe in ancient times. He is the “Witchfather”, the creative and deceitful spirit that inspires not just poetry and song and epic, but spells and sorcery. He is the spirit with mastery over the ghost-roads, the guide of the dead, met at the Crossroads between this world and the next- and of voracious sexual character. As Christian missionaries were certain that Odin was the devil himself, this being falls into that terror-ridden category, too. Leading his “wild hunt” on the storm and through the sky, gathering souls to himself, Odin prefigured the legends of the Devil’s hunt with his hellish hounds.

And whether or not you realize it, you have a daily relationship with this power, immediately, and distantly. This isn’t “just” mythology; this is a truth that is stranger than any fiction. This is reality- the reality that has been hidden under the “myths” that we’ve all been taught to disregard, since the time we disregarded our souls and discarded them, too.

The ancient pact between you and this ancient being of winds is remembered in your breath. This power, this spirit, transcends the cultures that once called him by various names. He was around before those cultures, and is still dwelling in our world, still doing what he always did, chiefly guiding the dead to the depths that they attain upon dying. But to those sorcerously inclined, and those who have rediscovered their souls, he can communicate and interact to their benefit- or their harm.

Because nothing is certain, really, not in this world or the next. This is true for the character of spirits, even the very powerful ones, just as it is true for human beings. Gaze into the character of humans for long, even yourself, and you’ll see the inconstant flow of emotions and opinions that you have, in the past, allowed to change you without warning. You’ll remember the friends or family you might have let down. You probably weren’t trying to be evil or flighty, but it is part of our nature, and the nature of everything. Things change, and with the wind, that reality is even more present. Thus, the “Game of Power” is played out- and the roll of Fate’s dice determines the character and abilities and propensities of every being, seen or unseen, from moment to moment.

The only hope of the wise is to be like the wind, able to stir and fly and flow and change at a moment’s notice, to be like reality, and not try to make stone where there is water, or make earth where there is really air. To say it another way, if you are in touch with the airy and subtle force of your soul, you should be able to become a “Turnskin”- a shape-shifter, like the ancient Gods were known to be.

“Shapeshifting” has many meanings, but here, I mean to alter one’s mind and soul to suit whatever Fateful conditions happen to emerge to you at the moment, so that you can navigate them with ease, as opposed to allowing the change to tear down whatever illusionary solidity you were clinging to. To make an even more straightforward example, you should become “mercurial”- like Mercury, the Roman divine equivalent of Hermes. To be “mercurial”, like Mercury, is to be changeable and transformative.

Now, I will release a bit of information, won by me from the pages of occult history, but also from the Unseen. This bit of information will be greatly expanded upon in another writing I will prepare in the future regarding the Secret Working of the Crossroads; but for now, let me loose a little secret about how the Master of Spirits, our Witchfather, communicates with individuals. Every covenant of sorcerers or Witches in the past was believed to worship the Devil, by our Christian cousins. Cult-centers in the Pagan world were well known to have their own individual Gods or Goddesses, sometimes of a very local character; this is true polytheism, after all.

Now I know, after a long time, that Witches across Europe that were truly in touch with the Master and who truly managed to evolve a conscious relationship with him (and there are countless ways to do this) did in fact have their own “devil”, their own unique “Master” who dwelled with them and aided their sorceries and protected them. Was it “THE” Master? Probably not.

A cursory study of ancient Hermeticism (allow me to recommend the superb study “Hermetic Magic” by Dr. Stephen Flowers) will reveal what other books on the topic of historical polytheology have said- that the Gods of the Pagan world were served by other, lesser daimons. The term “Daimon”, before the Christian church turned it into “demon”, simply meant “divine being”.

Every God or Goddess of national character- the popular Gods of the national mythologies- were not only “Great Daimons” themselves, but also served by beings who were spiritually attached them, merged with them somehow. The Gods and Goddesses had messengers and beings who worked in this world on their behalf- not unlike the many “angels” which surrounded the Hebrew God (the word “angel” comes from Greek, and means “messenger.”) 

If you met her, could you tell the difference between Aphrodite, and a daimon who appeared on her behalf, and who had a similar nature to her Queen and Mistress? Probably not. Any daimon, no matter how lacking in power they may be relative to the greater powers, can appear to mortals as a being of incredible majesty and power.

And these daimons who serve the “Great Daimons”, or the Great Spirits who are closest to the greatest and most elemental powers (like the daimons who serve the Lord of the Winds) are one with the will of their masters, fully drawing upon the mysterious Godhead of their Masters. In other words, when the Master of Witches was truly contacted by mortal sorcerers, and appeared, or came among them to teach them or do his bidding, it likely wasn’t him personally, but one of his daimons, one of his servitor spirits- not THE Master, but a “Little Master”- what occult history has called a “Magistellus.”

To gain the attentions of a Magistellus is a great step forward in power and connection for an individual Witch or Sorcerer, or for covenants of the same. To have a reciprocal relationship with a Magistellus of the Master represents one’s living connection to the conscious mind of the Great Spirit-Master that stands behind the Art of operative Sorcery. The Magistelli are teachers, protectors, and they appear to have much of the character and nature of the one they represent. 

Using the work of the Crossroads I have personally gained the attentions and friendship of one of the Master’s servitors, who even now remains close to me, guiding me largely in the capacity of a divinatory familiar. His appearance to me- both as a human being, and a stag/deer- and even the meaning of his name, and the occult significance of the sounds that make up his name- show his alignment with the Sphere of Mercury, the Hermetic current, as well as his chthonic nature.

The figures of wild, hairy, goatish/horned/antlered spirits have, since time immemorial, served the Master.  They appear all over in folklore and in occult systems; the satyrish spirits, most of them goat-like or shaggy, always a bit dirty, showing their connection to the Saturnian earth itself- the “Seirim” of Hebrew lore, the wild men of the woods of many European legends, the Bodaich-Pucks of the British isles; each appearing like a little Pan, or a little phallic demon, in the image of the traditional “devil” of Christianity. They are the Windy and Chthonic Master’s servitors, just as randy as he, but every bit as “mercurial” and wise as he. They are the daimons of the ancient spirit some Greeks knew as Hermes, and who has become our “devil”, and his servants his “demons”.

Those who work with me in the flesh are under the Sigil of this Magistellus of mine, the “local devil” of our little Witch-cult. This represents, to me, a very majestic achievement of my time as a sorcerer; the work that I used to obtain communion with this being, and the name he gave me, and his sign, which he taught me, are closely guarded secrets of my Art. I can say one more thing about this Magistellus of mine- once, and long ago, he was a human being like us, but through his experiences and efforts, became what he is now.

 A request to the Master himself can be delivered by the Little Master, who is always near the human covenant; and if the Master consents, his representative is who “does the dirty work”, if you catch my drift. In folklore, we see the “Devil” riding in his hunt with his faeries, or elves, or spirits, and sometimes his hounds- all representations of his servitor daimons. To be a “hound” of the Hunter is to be more than an astral canine; it is a symbolic way of referring to the servitor spirits of the Huntsman generally.

We know this much about THE Master. Despite his aerial connections- which the early Church knew of well, when they stated, in the bible, that their true “enemies” were the” powers of the air”- he is of supremely chthonic character, merged with the earth itself and the Underworld. He is not just a windy ghost; he is fully merged with the flesh and blood, and with the earth itself. His lurching phallus and connection with the randy goat and the ramping buck is not a mistake.

He is the intelligence behind the furious force of the phallus, wanting to sink deeply into warm, fertile space to increase the massive field of life-force that spreads everywhere. And yet, for all that, for all his goatish jests and black sense of humor and strange, red, almost obscene-seeming personality of Misrule, he has a purely “aerial” form as well, almost angelic and ethereal; he, the Turnskin Lord, can appear any way he likes. Supreme in wisdom and cunning, he never leaves those who go to him for genuine advice wanting for the wisdom they sought.  He is the cemetery-lord, the Prince of Elfhame or the Underworld, Prince among the Alfar, the Elves, who are the spirits of the dead. He is obscene and pure, wild and noble or refined- the beginning and end of each of us, in the breath. He can take you flying, if he chooses.

But his ways are ultimately inscrutable to most of us. His concern for human beings is well known- and why? I can only assume it is the breath and soul connection we have to him. Else, I can’t imagine why he and his servitors should spend so much effort on guiding the recently dead- or the sorcerously alive- into the depths and helping them to find their Fateful portions.

Whatever his reasoning, our reaction as humans should be a mixture of caution, awe, and thankfulness to his strange presence. Because despite all I’ve said so far, one thing remains for those who really gain the vistas of the soul, one knowledge that is difficult for many to accept. The spiritual powers that exist, the presences that are living “out there”, and the “Great Presence” which I know as Fate, which is the real origin of us all, spirit or man- these powers are not batting their eyelids in love with mankind. We don’t face a world that prefers us, or loves us more than any other part. This is hard for many to hear, especially thanks to the teachings of Christianity.

Love certainly exists; touch the soul for a moment, and you’ll touch on a great love. You know love between yourself and your beloved friends and family. But every being in this world has its own destiny- and that is true individually as well as collectively. We humans are not the “pet projects” of all the spirits or Gods unseen. They do not exist to pull our arses out of whatever fires we may find ourselves in, or put ourselves in. What help you might gain from them will not come, typically, from some sense of duty they feel towards you as  a human, but from what friendship you engender in them from your soul-level effort, or from some interest you might awaken in them by your cunning deeds.

Think here of Odysseus and his relationship with the Goddess Athena herself- she admitted to him in one of her personal visits to him that she saw in him a kindred spirit, a person of such great cunning, that she knew she had to protect him. It was merit that won Odysseus such a blessed relationship with such a powerful non-human person, not some sense of universal love for humanity on her part.

And there is something both awe-inspiring, and awful, about Fate itself. And this ground we walk on? She is not just a nurturing mother who gives us vegetables or fruits to eat; she is also a devouring power, just like Fate. Nature isn’t just kindly; it can kill individuals or entire hosts of humans and animals, with ease. Everything in your experience, seen or unseen, is laced with a certain hint of danger, an uncertainty. Even when I realized that my soul wasn’t vulnerable to “death” as I had once thought, I realized that death was still close at hand, and would swoop down one day- perhaps soon- and thrust me into the depths of soul.

And the “Great Presence” that I felt (described earlier in my journal entry) wasn’t going to stop this from happening- in fact, it had something to do with why it was happening. These powers don’t have our human agendas. They don’t put our particularly human needs or wants first and foremost. This is the final lesson of Fate: in a world of many beings, seen and unseen, the needs and wants of one particular kind of being are never the center stage. The world is never just about you, nor even all of your kind. Even the spirits- and even the Master- have their own road under the influence of Fate. The lesson here? You aren’t as important as you have been taught to think by your anthropocentric world with its anthropocentric religions, sciences, and cultures.

Your real importance comes not from your cultural understandings (which are all aspects of the conceptual mind) but from your soul, and your real place in the great whole of things. We don’t tend to know our true place, but we can discover it. But whether or not we discover it consciously is of smaller value than we think- because come what may, the winds of life and death are going to blow you to your place, move you there, steadily. You might discover that as you “moved” on the winds of life and death, you were always in your “right” place. This is Fate’s promise- and she makes it not just to human souls, but to all souls. She strips away our empty and illusionary hopes, but gives back the real and the immortal.

So go along with what the world is doing. Don’t put yourself in its way, and don’t let fond but false hopes give you the wrong idea about what spiritual beings really are- or what you are. Using the “forgetting trance”, the “Amnesia ploy”, start communing with the Unseen in a more direct, sensory way, if you’re bold enough.

Be ready for the Game of Power that will wake up in you and around you, and take it day by day. Don’t be fearful. If you’re playing it, you’ve already found a soul in you, and win or lose, that’s a good thing to find. Now, you stand to gain relationships of power in the Unseen world that can change you further- carry you beyond just a mortal who knows the soul, to a mortal who flies among the ancient spirits and powers, and gains favors and wisdom from them. Flying- and communication with the unseen, as well as the sorcerous use of senses to affect many transformations- is the discussion we’ll be having in the next section of this treatise.

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