Apart from technology, not much has changed in the last three thousand years in terms of how our minds are cultivated for social and political control purposes. Our consciousness – both collective and personal – is still being invaded via the art of extraneous “agents” and “ghosts” corralling our psyche into cultural, political and social enclosures. These methods and practices of our psychological enslavement have not changed since the time when our hysterical ancestors were spellbound by the parade of “idols” under the glow of blazing torches on their way to the Ishtar Gate in ancient Babylonia. Today, the same screams of ecstasy are delivered towards the parades of Hollywood “stars” walking along the red carpet to the Oscars – under the glow of the spotlight. Nothing has changed. Nothing at all.
WE WOKE UP?
Everything was fine until we woke up once upon an eternity, from the sleep of primordial unity. Into the dream that wasn’t our dream, or even a true dream. It was a dream of a unmedicated god and the spider-web fantasies of our demented egos. Calcified by whatever brought about childhood’s end. We woke up one day and found ourselves in a world we did not make. Our souls tied to the carcasses of dead mammals. As Yeats wrote: “Claustrophobic in a body that was nothing but a tomb“, and as Plato bemoaned, or more like a prison, as Basilides warned. We woke up as roaches, struggling on our backs in a universe that was but a sewer for the gory waste of Aeons of worship. We woke up drunk, suffering from amnesia and plagued by nightmares, as Jung called gods that had become mortals: us. We woke up in a hellish world, as nothing more than slaves to silver-haired pharaohs and their soulless institutions. Forced us to build pyramids from the rocks of their own greed and intolerance, meant to be the very tombs of our dreams and opportunites. The moral landscape teaming with corporate hob-goblins who gorge our psychic throats with the salt water of material desire that can never be quenched, while Botox Baba Yagas in the skies of shallowness, tossed as pieces of iMeat, riddled with the longing iMaggots of neighbourhood status, social network fame and apple product worship. And they promise we can be free, if we toil harder on the desert sands of yappy wet dreams or socialists orgasms or religious scrabble games. Be good, but feel bad for yourself when no one is watching. You’ll go back to sleep to that primordial unity, be good. Just take this opium of “kardashian consumerism”. Thought atomising reality shows from the shores of Jersey, orthodox news programs with demagogic demigods, compromised romances and fast food faiths. Be good, don’t let them know you feel so bad little roach. What did you dream? It’s all right, we told you what to dream. And they further plugged us into The Matrix.
Trees have always been an integral part of human existence. So deeply embedded is this relationship between humanity and trees, that they are to be found at the heart of many religions and “spiritual” mysteries as sources for wisdom and structures for understanding. The cosmic tree stands at the centre of the world, (Yggdrasill) which it supports and nurtures. All the great and momentous occasions of our lives occur through the medium of the tree. We are born from it, it feeds and shelter us, gives us wisdom, and we make sacrifice to it.
Do you remember dear reader, what is the most indexed thing nowadays? That’s right! Humans! Homo “Sapiens Sapiens”. You, me and everyone else on this planet.
We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without history without nations
We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without faces without names
Since I don’t have a section related to my personal Art (drawings, photography and graphic design) included in this blog, I dedicated a fraction of my free time to assemble together and article very much intended to put all of my work into once place. Yes, everything that I post on my DeviantArt page can be viewed there, and there are even categories with cool icons and it looks quite neat and all of that, but a section in what I see as my most important place at the moment, where I express myself both by writing and by making art, is by all means quite a necessary feature to have in my honest and modest opinion. So without further ado, let’s get into my personal world of unpredictable possibilities! ..and Magick! I’ll be constantly updating this article, because obviously I’ll be adding my new drawings, photography and graphic design and the rest of my art.
Can I interrupt your daydreaming for a moment and throw you a quick bucket of water in the form of a brief analysis of my own personal troubled psyche? Are you ready? I asked you a question! Are you ready to take off? Oh, you better be!
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.
reaming is an essential part of our lives. Just as meditation has a profound effect on our psyche and our body, dreaming is a vital process of our lives and it has a strong connection with our past incarnations and it keeps us in close proximity to our ancestors.
Emerging from the sometimes literally psychedelic period of Greco - Egyptian syncretism, Hermanubis is a hybrid form of the Egyptian funerary god, Anubis, and the Greek messenger-trickster, Hermes. The combination of the two provides a psychopomp par excellence. He is depicted as having the body of Hermes and the head of Anubis. His most famous surviving statue is viewable in the Vatican Museum.
So 2018 is the Chinese year of the Dog (I can hear my neighbour's husky barking about when i'm typing these letters). I don't know a better timing to write and post this chapter from Gordon White's excellent book, "The Chaos Protocols" about Dog-Headed Deities and Archetypes and HIGH STRANGENESS, then at this particular moment. Don't shoot the messenger, but rather thank the deputy and give him some credit. (that would be me). After all we're on the glorious live-hunt for those nasty and sneaky Archons. As you may probably already tell, I really, really enjoyed reading this book (read it twice now), and I KNOW it can change your world view on so many levels. It's also a rich practical guide and it arms you with a vast range of spells and rituals for overcoming this "black iron prison" we find ourselves in. ...But enough of my ramble. Locked and loaded, let's get to the actual meat!
The revealer of mysteries of the lower world, not of hell or hades, but of our Earth (the lowest world in the chain of worlds), and also of the sexual mysteries. He was always represented with a cross in his hand, one of the earliest symbols of generation or procreation.
I am posting this article on my blog that was been originally written and posted by Peter J. Carroll on his website Specularium back in 2014, for a few reasons. The prime one is to shed some light on what Chaos Magic actually is all about (and what is not about), and to inform people interested concerning the fundamental concepts behind the philosophy. Given its bad press along the years by "truthers", religious fanatics, new-age and conspiracy troofers, pseudo-occultists and "PC journalists", and all sorts of uninformed meat golems, Chaos Magic still remains quite misunderstood in the fields of Western Magic and it needs to be slowly peeled and explained . I am quite positive, that now is the time to peel those layers and take that red-pill at your local drug store enter the Pleroma. Read and digest with caution!