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My Mystical Studies

Now as anyone, who knows even a little of me, knows I’m very methodical, clinical, and logical. (Though some would debate the logical part of my claim, referencing the fact that I am not an atheist. To that I say, “I am logical, just neither short-sighted nor pompous in my attributions of laws of science nor confining myself to said mere laws which are incomplete in scope. We still haven’t solved M-Theory, now have we. There are many things which modern science cannot explain and, which to any truly rational person, cannot be denied. Exhibit: Yale’s experiments on the Effects of The Observer on it’s environment.) As such, I’ve been and will continue to be very thorough in my studies & investigations regarding magic and matters of the occult.
 I have treated my current studies as occupational, though with a zeal and hunger I give none save my fetishes. 

    In other words, I am reading a shit load! 

    Here is a list of the Books I have read since the end of November: 

6Th & 7th Books of Moses
8Th Book of Moses
The Golden Tractate of Hermes Trismegistus
Theurgia Goetia
Ars Almadel
Ars Paulina
The Key of Solomon
Golden Dawn – The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram
The Grand Grimoire
The Grimoire of Armadel
The Grimoire of Honorius
The Grimoire of Turiel
Grimoirum Verum
Herbs And Their Magickal Properties
Dr. Johannes Faust’s Threefold Coercion of Hell (a.k.a. The Black Raven)
Libellus Jesuitus
The Emerald Tablet of Hermes
Sepher Raziel
The Grand Grimoire (Pratt’s Version)
The Sword of Moses
The Black Pullett
The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine
The 49 Enochian Calls by David Griffin
Golden Dawn Enochian magic by Pat Zalewski
The Nature of the Enochian Magickal System by Benjamin Rowe
Liber 58
Liber 777
Liber Samekh Hé
Lives of the Necromancers (Uses the term improperly)
Liber Satangelica
John Dee and the Magic Tables in the Book of Soyga by Jim Reeds
Summoning Spirits by Konstantinos
The Testament of Solomon
The Enochian Tablets by Aleister Crowley.
Enochian Linguistic
A Treatise on Elemental and Talismanic Magick
Paracelsus, Scrying, and The Lingua Adamica 

                                      …I think that was all.
                                         …I read…a lot. 

Communing with the Spirits by Martin Coleman (I forgot one.) 

(I also started reading the Dead Sea Scrolls. If anyone’s interested.) 

Thesis thus far: 

    Waite is sloppy and lazy. He gives more errors than effort.
    Crowley is notable being the counterbalance to Waite’s errors, but applies Jung’s outdated Pseudo-psychology to local gods. Jung was an idiot. So by association, that makes Crowley one as well.
    Dee is most curious. He is extremely varied in his studies. Knowing Kelley was a con man, he still used him as a tool. This leads me towards two options: He is either a genius or a fool. By his ability to work out the most complicated algorithms seen in squares and add to them means I am inclined towards the former.
    Konstantinos by far I respect the most if only by his clear forthright manner. He makes no attempt to dissuade through boring or “enlightened” prose. Above all, he is concise. He describes exercises which are themselves forms of thought focus.


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The Necromancer’s Tarot:

The Tarot of The Crossroads
      I have named this tarot, “The Tarot of The Crossroads,” because it shows you different aspects of the future, not the future itself. This tarot may be used in two ways: You may ask a question or ask about the future. Either way, they both proceeded in the same manner. The explanation of how to read the tarot will follow the process of how to perform the steps before reading.

      1.) As the reader, shuffle your deck until it tells you to stop. I imply here the deck expresses to you enough time has passed. Sometimes you may not need to shuffle the deck at all.
      2.) Cut the facedown deck into thirds. They need not be equal in height.
      3.) Cut each stack again. You should now have six stacks of cards.
      4.) Restack the deck in what ever order you desire.
      5.) Knock on the deck three times. It does note matter if you pick up the deck before or after you do this. The effect is unchanged.
 6.) Hand the deck to the person you are doing the reading for. They must shuffle the deck three times, then they must perform steps 2-6 as well. After they are done reclaim the deck and knock three times on the deck once more.
      7.) Whether you hold the deck or seat the deck, the deck must be drawn from the right side of your person with the left hand.
      8.) The cards are to be laid out in this order. Do not focus on the cards only where they go, or your hand will err and betray your goal. You may not wish to look directly at the cards as they are drawn for this reason.


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The Vigil of Doors

     I have Knocked. She has Answered. Now, He stirs. Waiting from me. I have tread these years of my life as a path. It was chosen by God. He has been there. Always. Driving me towards something, ever gently, ever so patiently. Watching me. Proving it to me. And, all the time, waiting.
 What follows in these further lines is not fantasy, not some avant-garde zeitgeist, it is an affliction. This is the tale of a boy who became a man who has lived too long without making his Choice. Now, The Choice has grown impatient. It whispers like a dragon and follows him like a giant, trembling his steps. As he faces the Metatron, he asks, “Who are you?” The Metatron replies…
      “What you have ignored. Now, you must acknowledge me. For I am your voice. And now…You Must Speak. You are the wayfarer. I am your boat, your clothes, you breath, your shoes. I was the wind upon your back. But now I am a hurricane. Move, or I shall move you. Walk, or I shall drag you. Eat of The Fruit by choice and be made whole, or I will make you eat the earth by force and you will be made naught.”
     “Your poltergeist. You, The Drop; I, The Wave; He, The Ocean. We are Water. We are The Same.”
 I know now, her answer did not wake him. It woke me. He has been following me for days…A third of Me, A third of Him.

       I was borne unto a family who has seen ghosts and heard God. My great grandmother spoke to them. My grandmother has heard angels & God. My aunts have hid in their rooms from your family’s ghosts. The family that lived there after knew about the spirits. Me, I’ve seen ghosts since I was young and began getting premonitions in the ninth grade. And I have heard the Metatron and God.
      You can choose not to believe me, because you don’t know me. Those who have, know better.
      I wished I was normal. I wished The Dead would leave me alone. But now, I have made The Choice to Work the Deadtime. If I must be the wayfarer of lost souls, a Shinigami, to unload these bricks from my back, I will. I will use these sundered, blackened wings to this end. I when they reconstitute I will finally be whole again, reborn by fire as a six winged Grigori. I must remember I deserve to fly. That I was destined to soar.
     Years ago, my friend had a tarot deck. Missing one card, it had a spare of another. To him it was I pastime. He lost interest in the deck when they were no longer new. I having never liked such things (and I still don’t) was attracted to the deck. It’s artwork compelled me to ask for it. He gave it to me without a second thought.
      I never did a tarot reading, until I was asked to for fun. Despite knowing nothing, I watched my friends do theirs. How they read the cards, to me felt wrong. I felt them crawl away them. My friends spoke lies, the cards resonated to me.
 When it was my turn, I did everything differently. I could not remember how they did any if it. I had been too focused on the cards. My friends said my layout was ‘unique’. That my interpretations were ‘not what the cards mean’. All the while, the cards were like a vapor to me. The longer I stared at them, the more the vapors opened pathways in my mind, inclining me to speak one way more than the other, choose one word for another. In the end, we laughed it all off.
      My readings are uncanny and gravely true. My readings do not tell the future. They show obstacles, choices, and the results of choosing one path over another. 
      I told one person three jobs will call you. Take the job that pays the least you will be happier. You will have to move and it will be hard for the first six months but then a new job will open for you and you will make more money than the current better choice will offer. In three months, you will run into a past man who you now know and if you choose him you will suffer. Leave him be or the job will not be there when you need it.
       What really happened?
       She chose the cheap job moved to Pittsburgh and lived in a shitty apartment scraping by. In exactly three months after she moved she was at a club and ran into her schizophrenic ex-boyfriend. She ignored him and he left angry. She didn’t want to, she said. She didn’t like hurting him like that, and she still loved him. But she listened to me. Two weeks later, he stopped taking his medication and pulled a gun on his father, then tried to commit suicide. She later got a job that offered her three times as much as she made living here.
      She still has like $700 dollars worth of my movies. That fucking bitch. She “lost” them. Karma will catch her eventually.
      Another reading I did, I told a girl, in two weeks you will meet a ‘nice guy’. “Don’t fuck him,” I said, “If you do, he’ll never talk to you again.” I told her to wait and in three months you will meet a guy who is even better and you will have a long happy relationship. She asked me if it would last. I said I can only read ‘til a year from now, but it would at least last that long.
      What happened?
       She meet a guy two weeks later at a party. She got drunk and fucked him. He blocked her number. Three months later she met this “really great guy”. They went to a party just after they met and she realized he was best friends with the guy she had fucked! He said he doesn’t date beer sluts. And she kept wanting me to give her a reading every time she came to my house! Can you say greedy?
      The curiosity of my tarot pattern goaded me until I drew it and sent the picture to someone I could not call less than a sensei or sage. “It fascinates me,” she said. She told me it resembles a thing called a “veve of Legba”, which is seems to match the word “Sigil,” in my lexicon. This sigil allows spirits of The Dead to speak to me through it.
     That is what made me give up my resistance. It seems even my “parlor trick” was Workin’ The Dead. So now I admit it. I was born to be a Necromancer. Apparently, I am some type of prodigious sorcerer. Not rare, but not common.
      It seems some of the things I can do are rarer than others. I can collapse the layers to make it impossible for lesser spirits to enter an area. I can do it as long as I want, or until I have to sleep. It doesn’t work on anchored souls. I’m doubting it would work on The Unborn. This closes Hellesponts, (“Gateways”, or whatever you want to call them) as well. This, by the way, draws ghosts like moths to a bonfire. Not cool.
     I can push ghosts away from me. I can prevent them from touching me and do the same for those that stand near me. This actually requires a lot of energy. It gives me migraines, makes my heart race, and my lungs burn. Sometimes it gives me vertigo for a moment or two.
      Truthfully, most of the time, ghosts can’t touch me anyway. And sometimes, it seems to hurt them and leave me feeling invigorated. Don’t get that one at all. But I can never tell, one way or the other, what will happen. So, I ignore ghosts so they don’t try. (Most ghosts can’t see you. But if you can see them, they can sense something is wrong and start looking around. If you make eye contact they know you see them. They get really pissed off, or upset, that I can’t hear them. Poor bastards. The only person that can see them, is deaf, from their standpoint.)

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