White Queen: DKMU Godform Cycle week seven

After preparing her altar I compose the incense for White Queen. I chose white camphor, sage, rosemary and lemon grass. We performed KIa banishing and did the evocation. I expected to get nothing after reading descriptions of her in DKMU Egregores. My first contact wasn’t easy to describe but I definitely could feel her. I decided to proceed with a tarot reading.

Medieval Scapini Tarot : 8 of wands

Swift activity sudden progress or movement, speed, hastily made decisions. too rapid advancement.

Automatic writing.

The second time I meditated with the White Queen I felt a surge of inspiration and a stream of automatic writing followed.

A blank sheet of paper invites writing, it invites creativity and imagination. But a blank sheet of paper can also be intimidating, invoking our self doubt, fear that can stop us in place.

Blank sheet of paper is like a mirror reflecting our inner light back to us. To realize that in reality our future is a blank sheet can be equally liberating and terrifying.

In the paradigm where all is information, all is language. Every system from  a piece of software to ecology of our planet can be re-written.

My mind thinks of the final scene in ‘Stalker’. Would you want the responsibility for the whole world’s future to rest in your hands?

In reality it does, no matter how much we try to distract ourselves from it.

If we want White Queen to freeze system that undermines us, we need to inject her into its veins. Like a powerful drug she can affect the whole sets of systems within the body. she can trigger altered state incompatible with designed function the system or a an entity is supposed to perform. She is the white crystal, a virus, a form neither alive nor dead.

Her command is FREEZE! She holds you at a guns point. She can pacify, like a ufo taking control over nuclear missiles or switching off electricity grid of a whole city.

she is like a snowstorm cutting of towns and covering all roads. she is the end, the eraser of species. she is the new possibilities and the fresh growth springing up like a snowdrop from beneath the ice.

I feel her presence hitting really strong, like a frosty wind going right into my eyes. Her silence seems to screams at me with its infinite potential.

I remember skiing in a sunshine… The speed and smooth flow on the icy currents transitioning into soft traverse of untouched snow. Drawing the first line on the bank sheet, painting an unknown rune on the snow’s surface. Blinded by the sun, cruising into the unknown, confident and happy, knowing how to land softly. You can forget everything in such a  moment. It’s just you and perpetual movement of life.

She is that moment when drug hits you, when everything slows down just to launch you into space. She is the shock you feel waking up from a lucid dream. She switches the gears. She is that night you can not remember, forgotten deadline, lost connection, missed opportunity….

(At this point unknowingly I skipped a couple of pages in my diary leaving them blank. It seems like a part of the magick. )

…all that reminds you to be watchful, focused and switched on.

She keeps you at a guns point, always on edge, always here and now.

Automatic drawing

Dream of a White Cult

The week with White Queen was getting towards the end and I ended up with another quiet still meditation. At the end I asked her if she has a message and suggested to visit me in a dream. That night I dreamed being trapped in a small town with white buildings. All of them where white like in Greece. I lost my bicycle and decided to leave on foot but the roads were closed. I couldn’t get out. This part of a dream repeated over and over and each time something else prevented me from leaving.

The town itself was calm and pretty. It reminded me of the village in the Prisoner. There were cafés and shops etc. One character drew my attention. It was a tall man dressed like a tramp. He had brown hair and looked really mausy. The weirdest of all he had whiskers so I called him the Whisker Man. He was constantly playing some kind of trick on other people in the town. He seemed not bothered by anything and people for some reason tolerated him. I couldn’t work out why.  I got a sense that if someone will help me to get out it will be him because he has secrets possibly about the whole town. I could tell by looking into his eyes.

Meanwhile I was leaving the town again only to stumble upon police vehicles and a barricade. I decided to try an alternative route along the edge of a steep cliff. I only took few steps when a red camper van went right across the edge and rolled down. It was a pretty bad crush but I noticed there are survivors and began climbing down to rescue them. As I did I lost my footing and fell as well. I managed to garb onto a ledge and hanged there helplessly. The people from the van were unharmed and helped me out onto the road.

When I was back on the cliff top I was greeted by a group of women dressed in white robes. They took me back to the village and into their building. They were part of some cult that they decided to introduce me to. I didn’t trust them at all but seeing no other choice i played along. They dressed me in white and took me to their leader. We sat around a round table next to a window. The leader turned out to be a topless male with a scruffy hair. He had two male topless assistants. They gave him hooks and he started piercing his chest with them. I began feeling faint and my main female guide (possibly high priestess) ordered the male assistants to cover him. She said Polish women generate the opposite type of energy and are naturally sensitive to this. I thought to myself that this is all unbelievable bullshit but kept quiet.  Dream ended.

Dream of a White Dragon

This dream followed right from the previous one. I was going to  a football match with my friends (something I have never done in real life.) We went inside an old brick building to a cloakroom. There was a waiting area there and all the tables were taken by  a large group of blonde girls wearing pink with bunny ears on their heads. They looked like hen party but might have been cheerleaders. We went pass them to go on a chairlift that was suppose to take us to our destination. We all sat together. The sits began moving before I had a chance to put my safety belt on so I did it quickly and so did my friends. We were all giggling with excitement. The ride moved fast and the chairs split so now I was on my own.

My chair was soon in the air but I could see no polls or lines holding it there. The ride was fantastic, like a roller-coaster only better because I was alone and went over the sea and other desolate places. I was laughing and screaming and having a great time. I could see a flock of geese right over my head. It was like one of those flying dream/astral travels. I was almost lucid at this point.

Then the chair landed. I was in a red desert with a mountains and a dried out river. It reminded me of California. The place was overgrown with thistles or some similar spiky plants. Someone was there waiting for me and they were telling me a story but I was distracted and couldn’t listen because I was getting spiked by the plants. I wasn’t sure where we were headed. It seems there is nothing there and no one beside us.

I looked around me and saw a beautiful silvery white dragon land on the cliff edge towering above us on the other side of the river. I recognised it as a manifestation of the White Queen and was just about to approach her when I woke up in my bed to the sound of an alarm clock.

Ellis: DKMU Godform Cycle week one

Myself and Anton started the DKMU Godform Cycle on 1st of March’17 with a large bonfire in our garden. We drew chalk sigils around the fire pit and spent a while staring at the flames and toasting bread with cheese. After we were done with the fire we came back inside and performed the evocation in front of our altar.

We performed evocation everyday for the next week and each day was slightly different. On the first night I did a tarot reading, the second night I received a telepathic message from Ellis, the third day I created a small red queen faery and watched it morph into shapes. We also did automatic drawing and towards the end Ellis told me about linking memories by visiting them and placing the sigil in them. Overall it was a very good week of magick and I feel that I got to know Ellis much better. To close the one week working we smoked the house with incense made of rose petals, dragon’s blood and saffron.

Tarot: the 5 of Swords from the Tarot of the trance deckThis card sent out a warning against allowing a conflict to escalate, seeing enemies around and choosing the most difficult path in life. It seems a timely message considering socio-political climate of 2017.

Message from Ellis

Ellis appeared to me very much as the Grandmother spider. I visualised her travelling through different reality tunnels, stretching her web across space time. She spoke to me about the importance of making and keeping connections alive.

Everything is connected. The magick web spins across the universe and beyond. Some get trapped by the web while others travel freely along its threads. There are those who spin and those who tear the web. Grandmother Spider knows them all! Those who spin are her children, those who tear are their food and nourishment. All must thrive!

Red Queen Faery

This faery was created on Friday. It was a gorgeous, warm day and we decided to do magick in front of our outdoor altar. Anton placed an LS stone in the centre, we burned incense and drank sangria enjoying the early spring sunshine.

I had an idea of creating an Ellis fetish using our cut hair from our Chelsea Manning ritual and some wool. I used needle felting to bring them together. It took me a few hours to make the shape and decorate it. As I did I was imagining this faery to stretch cobwebs with her wings wherever she goes.

I placed her on the altar for our evening meditation. The low light, flickering candles and sangria in my system brought the faery alive. She was morphing from one gorgeous female into another. Each with unique style and  personality but still recognisably Ellis. The forms I saw didn’t look like a faery at all, they were more like  photographs or realistic paintings. some looked like cartoon characters. It was pretty awesome to see her like that. Each incarnation radiated strength, confidence and was glamorous in its own way.

Automatic drawing

I did this towards the end of the Ellis week. The web seems to be populated with funny cartoony faces. Some really make me giggle, especially the little one in the centre.

DKMU Godform cycle.

A few weeks ago, myself and Anton received a tarot reading from agent Idris ElSenussi . It had to do with our plan for a patreon project focusing on evocation. The reading was very detailed and very insightful. One of the things that Idris suggested to us during the consultation was to work with one of the DKMU godforms, the Red King. I never ignore such invitations especially when the person suggesting it seems so in tune with the kind of magick I like to do. Myself and Anton decided to get  a copy of The DKMU Egregores (Liber Ellis part 3.)  We figured it was the best way to learn more about the Red King.

The book arrived shortly and I was very pleasantly surprised with its easy layout and hands on instructions. We began reading through it and noticed that we are coming up to the anniversary of the workings mentioned in the book. After reading some of the book we decided to get on with it and prepare ourselves for performing the Godform Cycle.

We have employed LS in our magick before and incorporated it in our Operation Intruder workings. The Linking Sigil is now present on two of the KIA egregore dolls as well. We definitely established a strong connection. We also had an attempt at evocation of her early on.

Anton got  a bit better results than myself that time but we both felt that what we did in terms of evocation wasn’t good enough. Giving it a go again seemed like a fun thing to do. We figured that since we want to work with Ellis and Red king why not get to meet the whole lot!

As we went through the book we took notes and created a list of items we might want to use and of those we need and do not have. This included incense and accessories for our altar. It was very exciting to be preparing to do an extended magickal operation again, especially evocation. It has been a  year since I completed Abramelin and I feel it’s just about time to try something new. My last few months were very focused on helping Chelsea Manning which was a great experience but it meant  putting my evocation on hold and I missed it. It’s good to be back at it.

Magi For Chelsea Manning

bradley-chelseaChelsea Manning has been at the back of my mind for a very long time. We targeted her with the #opIntruder ‘you are not alone’ sigil at different points. Her presence had been growing stronger in my awareness, when last Summer I heard of her suicide attempt. I was just coming down from my Abramelin Operation. International events and politics weren’t at the forefront, even though I was seriously affected by them. I was still partly in a different world.

Since the operation my priorities changed. I began understanding the results coming from undergoing such process and wanting to implement them. I needed an intention, something to focus on. My personal situation might have been a logical priority but at the same time it didn’t interest me. Everything down here seemed a bit foggy and unreal for me. It lacked the sharp, clarity associated with the other world. I felt that my energy will be better spent elsewhere.

chelsea-manningWhen I read about Chelsea’s suicide I received a very clear message. One that stood out against the murky background of 2016. She needs help. She reached me in the here and now against all odds.

Book and letter

I decided to write to Chelsea Manning and buy her a book. The latter proved much simpler than the former.  It was a thin little copy of C.G.Jung’s ‘Undiscovered self’. One of my favourite writings on personal transformation. I recapped a few pages and found it very illustrative of Chelsea’ situation. It seemed possibly relevant to her. The contents are very political but weaved into a psychological narrative. It should be a very validating read for Chelsea.

jungI can’t remember how many times I started writing only to abandon and scrap my letter. I knew that the letter might be read by the prison staff before it gets to Chelsea. In theory everything I write could be passed on to whomever authorities find suitable. The thought of sharing my private life with Fort Leavenworth staff and possibly with the CIA and NSA definitely didn’t help. How can I communicate my message effectively in those strange circumstances, I kept asking myself.

I spend my life studying communication in its varied forms, from my degree in media to my recent exploration of Eriksonian Hypnosis. I remember reading somewhere in Crowley’s writings about attracting the attention of another person using Magick. I experimented with it on famous people during public events such as autograph signing or music concerts. Crowley considered it extremely hard to accomplish. I found it was easy but required strategy. You need to do and say something very different from what they hear usually. It might be  a trivial difference like using an obscure pseudonym or making sure your clothing stands out somehow. It’s remarkably effective. You aid it with a single minded focus and you are almost unstoppable.

dscf1616The techniques I worked with rely largely on visual cues such as body language. You have none of this in a  letter. In hypnosis you need a certain level of understanding between you and the other person. Writing to Chelsea was taking a blind shot.

After many failed attempts I finally felt like my writing began flowing. I described an experience of giving  a tarot reading to a stranger. As I did it I suddenly understood that this is what I need to do for her also. I proceeded to do a reading.

I asked for ‘The message that Chelsea needs to hear’. I drew a single card, Atu X, The Wheel of Fortune.  I interpreted the reading best I could and arranged the letter such that if she prefers she can easily skip it.

wheelWhen I was typing the words of the letter my intention was to create a pleasant and cheerful narrative describing some of my everyday life and weave into it some powerful messages that will affect her subconsciously. Before posting the letter I meditated with it to charge it with my magick, to make sure it gets to her. Once it was posted I felt a sense of accomplishment but no closure.  I waited for 6 weeks to see if the prison sends the letter back to me. I assume Chelsea received it after she was released from solitary confinement.

The group

Soon after sending the letter I  targeted The Fort Leavenworth and its staff with CE5 and Ontological Shock Sigils. I still felt it was not enough. Myself and Anton talked about engaging more agents in this. First we thought of it in terms of #OpIntruder specifically but we decided to keep it open.  Eventually we formed a Secret FB Group Magi for Chelsea Manning. Anton wrote an introduction but we didn’t advertise it right away.

leavenworth-prisonMy attention was brought back to Chelsea in November when a petition for clemency started circulating in my network. I decided it’s time to get magicians on board. There was a couple of vigils held in front of Fort Leavenworth, and the White House. It seemed a perfect opportunity to synchronise magick. We launched the group only a few days prior to the event and gathered a small number of interested supporters, some very enthusiastic, I might add.

Meanwhile some very strange events happened at Fort Leavenworth. I read a long statement released by Chelsea regarding her second suicide attempt, solitary confinement and strange intrusion into the prison of an unknown group posing as regular prison staff. These events were taking place shortly after I posted my letter. It seemed strange that the reading I did for her reached her afterwards. My message, whatever it was, would be delivered to Chelsea who tried to kill herself twice, not once.

The painting

I spent my day preparing the altar for a weekend of meditation and magick. I also did a painting based on Chelsea’s selfie. I painted her wearing  a crescent moon on her head with a star in the middle and an alien figure extending from it. The painting acts like a spell, to connect her to her Genius. Paining it was also a ritual during which I petitioned the Universe to help and grant my wish for Chelsea. When I finished I went outside to the garden, to get some fresh air.

dscf2065I looked at a cold November sky, covered with a thin layer of cloud, only a few stars  twinkling  faintly. The air seemed electrified and I felt a familiar clarity.  As I stood in anticipation a spectacular meteor fell from the sky. It originated right above me, at zenith and descended east leaving long trail like a flare. It was one of the three most amazing shooting stars I have ever seen. ‘This one is for you Chelsea’ I thought to myself. The Universe is listening!

 Chelsea

I spent Friday drafting my letter to president Obama in support of Chelsea’s plea to commute her sentence to time served.  I also pinned the petition in my browser to remind me to tweet it until it expires. Setting up an altar with a photograph of Chelsea felt really fun. I never did anything like it. I was thinking about the change she introduced into my life.

Before 2010, when Chelsea leaked the cables, I wasn’t very political. I didn’t see the point. I felt like a lonely traveller drifting through life, invisible to to others. Society seemed like a well oiled machine, a powerful system operated by human drone zombies. I had no chance to tackle something like that. Then, one of ‘the zombies’ turned out to be alive, feeling and thinking just like myself and she managed to do something incredible. I felt vindicated and empowered by that. I just didn’t realise how much at the time. Slowly, overtime, my sense of helplessness regarding politics and the economy gave way. Helping Chelsea seems like a natural thing to do.

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We incorporated into our altar LS and OpIntruder sigils, rainbow LGBT+Q hearts, Black Rats, the statue of my Daimon Axan and Anton’s pentacle. All sprinkled with colourful sequins. It felt like a party.

The vigils

We got up early morning on Satruday (2016-11-19) to meditate in front of our altar, directing protective, healing and liberating energy towards Chelsea. We had our morning coffee listening to Chelsea’s kiss and later the Amnesty International interview with Chelsea. We burned some Abramelin Incense and closed with Chelsea’s kiss again. We did the same on Sunday (2016-11-20). We synchronised these to vigils taking place at Fort Leavenworth and the White House. It was a very hopeful and heart warming experience. (We intend to repeat it on the 2016-12-17, Chelsea’s 29th birthday.)

dscf2078The sigil

During the weekend we also came up with a sigil to protect, strengthen and liberate Chelsea. This composite sigil includes two new sigils, a sigil for Chelsea Manning and another one to receive clemency. The base has a formed of a protection sigil received by one of the Operation Intruder agents. We also incorporated ‘you are not alone’ sigil in the middle top part and one strengthening OpIntruder magick in the middle bottom to complete the overall glyph.

dscf2218The absolution

As we were advertising Magi for Chelsea Manning we got a mixed response. Some magicians expressed the opinion that Chelsea brought the misery upon herself by braking an oath she has given and that nothing can be done. This perception was surprising to me but I took it on board. If some people believe in the significance of the oath then its worth addressing this. I have been researching Abramelin Oil and Incense for my upcoming book. It’s origins lie in antiquity dating as far back as ancient Mesopotamia. The Mesopotamians anointed themselves with oil whenever they signed a contract or swore an oath. They did the same to resolve one. The Greeks had a specific anointing ritual that could be performed in front of the temple to absolve themselves of guilt.

Chelsea Manning in her Amnesty International interview mentioned feeling guilty for the lives of civilians negatively impacted by mistakes committed by her department in Iraq. She might still feel that guilt. The ritual anointing would not only resolve the commitments she might have as a result of an oath but it can also be an opportunity for catharsis. Only I can not visit her in prison and anoint her!

dscf2194I made a small wax goddess figurine and carved Chelsea’s sigil onto it. In the evening, on the day I sent my letter to Barak Obama, I lit candles on my altar and anointed the statue with Abramelin Oil left over from my operation. I requested that Chelsea be absolved of guilt and free in body, mind and spirit. I asked for her pardon and clemency.

dscf2345By today the petition for her clemency collected enough signatures to grant a response from the White House.  It’s a long shot but we need to give her all we have got! She might just make it. I sincerely will it to be so. We will be boosting this magick during the upcoming weekend, especially on the 17th December. Lets see where it takes us.