You are a HIVE of You’s. – The Multimind theory of consciousness

Let me go out on a limb and say that you don’t exist.

You can close your jaws now.

If you’re wondering what that statement meant, I meant that the entity that you call you, or the “thing” that I call me don’t exist.

I can see you’re getting more confused. Good. Read on.

We don’t exist as people, individual entities with singular identities, something that won’t budge no matter how hard you smash it against the wall. We are actually more like an anthill, a literal hive of activity. And, like a fragile anthill we are, we could get toppled over, intentionally or not, with the simplest of actions, resulting in us spilling our guts all over the place.

Think about it, you ever got so mad, or so horny, that you ignored all sense of better judgement that you’ve learned over your hopefully-not-so-brief stay on this planet? (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, get the heck out of this blog, kid!)

After that hormone-spiked encounter, when asked to recount the said hot-bloodedness, lemme guess, you don’t even remember half of it, don’t you?

“I don’t know what I was thinking” “I didn’t even feel like I was me that time…” We all heard it before, and just goes to show that we are not the solid entity that we think we are. Look at your own body. The number of cells that compose your body are about the same as the number of stars in the universe. And all of those little cells have their own little bits of programming inside them to make them tick. They come together to form tissue, which then form organs and then organ systems, all of which become more and more complex in its internal processes that they take up about 1/3 of the entire composition of your brain.

Why am I talking about brain matter and stars in an essay about the human being an inherently divided creature?

Because it would not be so hard to think of it the same way when we apply that mode of analysis to our own minds, and the other things inside our head. As the old Hermetic axiom says, “As above, So below”, for every thing and process in the physical, there are corresponding thoughts, actions and processes taking places in the higher (or lower) planes of existence.

What am I trying to get at?

It’s all in your head. You just don’t know how big your head is. – Lon Milo DuQuette

I’ll let you think about it for a few seconds…


Arright, time’s up.


Your mind is composed of small units of data, which coalesce into thoughts, which then grooves a path into your brain forming habits, your personality, etc. For every honest thing you’ve ever done in your life, there is always that separate part of you that always wanted to take every thing for granted. And it’s all perfectly normal. A being as complex as the human animal cannot operate with only one mind. Take a computer for example. Do you know how many small programs are there in one normally operating PC?

No, don’t even attempt to answer that question.

For different situations, depending on what you’re currently using the PC for, different programs take precedence over the others, whether you’re doing you homework, or watching p*rn. How it all comes together, the OS or Operating System that ties them all together in a neat little tie is what we conveniently call Ourselves. It oversees control of the different parts of your psyche, and activates them, or put them on overdrive, whenever the need or proper stimuli arises.

Ever seen a demon possession in person? I have.

And you don’t want to see what lurks in the darkness of our own minds.

There is no YOU beyond the legion of your thoughts.


Nameless Wanderer

(This is in response to the Weekly Writing challenge: The Power of Names. Hope you guys like it.)

A forgettable young man hurries along a crowded cosmopolitan street, int the middle of one of the busiest evenings of the Imperial Calendar*, New Year’s Eve. He is wearing a great trenchcoat made of heavy cloth, wrapped around his tall and slender physique. He eyes his surroundings, taking good, long looks into the shadowy alleys and corner stores. The faceless mass of people never noticed it, but there were bright, incandescent red eyes staring back at the man.

The traditional paper lanterns were suspended high above their heads on a metal line, lighted by the gentle flames within. Left and right, there were people offering good-luck charms, talismans of all shapes and sizes, as well as necessities for the New Year’s Eve dinner table. All of them overshadowed by the titans that were the skyscrapers and commercial buildings and department stores that dominate the Capitol, selling their own brand of life-giving baubles and regenerative elixirs.

But this “young” man is looking for a different type of absolution tonight, on this festive, festive night.

I’ve been on the run for several decades now. I can’t tell you exactly how I got into this mess, but it has something to do with me doing forbidden rites at the right place at the right time. Its given me an unholy long life, control over the Aethyr*, among other terrifying and inhuman feats.

All of it for the low, low price of my name.

And, no, do not consider it, not for one moment. Never relinquish your name, the one given to you at birth, until you have something to replace it with, or if you’re already on your way to Nirvana. You can’t possibly know what it feels like to live without a name. Of course, there would always be the inconvenience of having to fabricate an identity over and over again, but that’s just the beginning…

Your name is where the “YOU” that you think you are begins. It is the dewdrop that condenses the storm that is the person, a placeholder for your own mark to be left in the world. Imagine being merely an existence, but never really living. No one knowing or becoming aware of your existence. You would always be that faceless stranger at the train. That nameless man you sat beside to in the bus. My powers could grant me power over my immediate reality without so much as making me sweat, but the Astral* placeholder for others to actually recognize that it was me that made the stars burn out before them, or caused the dead to come back to life, was missing, so I slowly faded from their consciousness, and they would soon relegate the causes of those miracles to more mundane sources.

And there’s also one more thing…

This young-looking man reaches an abandoned part of the marketplace district, and he slowed his pace as he noticed the fact that he was the only one there. It becomes difficult to breathe as the air grows thicker, colder. He pulls his coat over him to get warmer, to no avail. Shivering slightly, he gets truly uncomfortable as he feels the weight of over a thousand pairs of eyes gaze upon him. He looks into the darkness, but sees nothing.

I said something about names being the placeholders for one’s existence in the Astral, right? Lack of a placeholder would mean a lot of potential space. And remember that word, Potential. It comes from the word Potent.

And things with a lot of Potential, are great energy sources for those who feed on pure energy.

Did I ever say WHY I was on the run?

The winds pick up, quickly rustling up the light paper trash and plastic litter strewn across the empty pathway.  

It’s because I’m on the Menu.

Shadows coalesce into a barely human form, rising from the ground up, terminating in a horrible-looking impression of a human skull.

Y’know, Main Course…

It opened its jaws and let out a very inhuman screech before lunging furiously unto the silver-haired man in the abandoned street.

I’ve got to be somewhere! Of all the occasions to run into a metaphysical nasty!

The silver-haired man swiftly faced the creature and wrote a sigil into the air between him and the incoming creature in glowing red glyphs. 

And blinding silvery light shot into the darkness of the night.



*Imperial Calendar : The official calendar of the Serenian Empire.

*Aethyr: The probabilistic substance that forms from the thoughts and emotions of sentient beings.

*Astral: A parallel plane of existence made of completely of Aethyr.

Self-Recharging Orgone Servitors! *evil laugh*

Whenever I plan to create a little magickal servant (called a servitor by those who “has the majiks!”), I keep on bumping into the dilemma of a power source, and a place for them to go back to when they are not doing anything for me. You see, I’m a lazy person, I admit to that, and with work and a turbulent lovelife and everything else in my beginning-to-get-really-crazy life, I really don’t have time to feed a magickal pet.

But, the implications of a neglected servitor on one’s life could have a variety of harmful ways to show its deformed, desperate-for-attention head. It could be anything from the random pen or phone getting misplaced or lost for some reason, all the way to full-on hauntings and disturbances that would need the help of a mystical heavyweight to deal with it. The concept is not a bit unlike a pet dog forced to rummage through the dumpster to look for food.

Except its a semi-intelligent (or fully-intelligent *gasps*) being made from a fragment of your being that could do more damage to you and your family than just littering the yard around with trash.

That though, doesn’t say that having a semi-intelligent construct to do important tasks for you is not gonna help you in any way either.

So, just hours ago, browsing the internet randomly, after stumbling half-drunk and half-asleep into Gordon’s blog at, I read this post that made a reference to Orgone Energy.

Orgone energy, this was the term that Dr. Wilhelm Reich used to describe what scores and scores of mystics, occulitsts and magi before him have been aware of for millenia, and have worked with to bring about change in their immediate environment or themselves. He caled it Orgone from the word ograsm, which he claimed to have detected using a galvanometer during experiments he conducted with patients while they experiencing pleasure.

From his research, he devised an orgone accumulator, which consisted of a large, telephone-booth sized box where people would sit on a platform made from alternating wood and metallic plates. This would serve to function as an accumulator of nearby energies and radiate it outward in a brief envelope of condensed energy.

Do you see where this is going? *wink*

Yeap, you got it right, that’s how we’re gonna power ‘dem servitors with energy condensed by an orgone accumulator.

Credits to Gordon for this, I copied this got the inspiration from his post about Ambitious Metaphysics.

Intended effect, less Archmage, More Geek

You’ll need a jar or any glass container, cotton wool, aluminum foil, the servitors sigil and an item related to it (one that could fit the glass container.)

You start with placing alternating layers of aluminum foil and cotton, until you fill arlound three-fourths of the glass container, foill first and then cotton on the last layer.

Then put the servitor’s sigil on the accumulator, along with their corresponding item.

And then Wham! Bam! Magick the heck out of it and bring the servitor to life! (I “summon” them, but it’s highly personal)

And then put it somewhere where there is little to no people in it for any extended period of time (Prolonged exposure to Orgone activity drains energies from you, unless you are near the energetic field where it radiates its gathered energy into.)

And there you have it. You may want to create a short “enn”, a brief mantra calling upon the power of your servitor, in order to have them come to your side and do your bidding.

I have still yet to try this technique, but it looks pretty promising. I’m gonna make sure to try it out by the end of next week.

Keep you guys posted with the results.

The Three Personas of the Ellis/LS Godform

(This is to clarify some stuff about my previous post and to further expand my personal cosmology For and introduction to Ellis/LS and the Webs, refer to this post)

Ellis, the egregore born out of the Linking Sigil has been observed to have three distinct personalities, or “Personas”, in practice. These observations came from the reports of hundreds of magi who’ve had direct contact with her. The purpose of this article is to fine-tune the results of any working undertaken with the help of Ellis and the LS network by invoking the appropriate persona. Some alchemical and astrological terms have been used to better illustrate the ideas in this article. (And, it’s also good to keep in mind that the author has no prior training in either alchemy or astrology, the information presented here was inferred from his previous self-taught Qabbalistic knowledge, so prepare your brains for some shitty English and bags full of hot air. Enjoy.)
In Alchemy, there are three main “substances” which actually represent energy in various states of entropy, each corresponding with one of the three Ellisian personas:

 – Mercury symbolizes energy at its highest observable vibrational pitch. It is very active, very powerful and very unstable. It corresponds well with Ellis’s earliest known persona, The Sacred Child.

 During the first few weeks of the Linking Sigil experiment, the large amount and variety of magickal energy was wreaking havoc all over the place, not too different from a toddler just beginning to learn how to run. After formally contacting the then-forming sentience did they, the people who would form the nucleus of the DKMU, realize that they had a parenting dilemma of astral proportions on their hands. Freak accidents, power outages and even a certain traffic mishap could or couldn’t have been traced back to her. But, just as easily she as could cause “bad” accidents, was she able to also cause “happy accidents”, powering up magicks at energy levels beyond expected, giving old tricks an all-new shade of WEIRD. The Sacred Child represents magick at its wildest form, great for jumpstarting new beginnings, or to give old things a spectacular catharsis.
Her other titles include: Bringer of Chaos. She of the Bitten Fingers. The Glitterbomber. The Trickster. Bringer of Change.
 – Sulfur represents energy at a considerably more moderate vibration. Not as much juice as the former, but more mutable, controllable, and more stable. Its fluidity and gentleness fits in with Ellis’s The Lover persona. Usually described as a beautiful ginger with a great air of mystery around her, she is often known to have been stimulating the creative and imaginative nature of the magician, and inspiring them with the drive to pursue it. She may also be described as a Jovian influence as a power that could flourish existing systems, the gentle rain that waters the fields. Some even report flashes of city streets, mountainous areas and caves – places where an LS was tagged, which would also place her as an oracular influence, too. She takes the rough, generic and mundane, and turns it into something elegant, unique and magical.
Her other titles include: the Idealist; The Magician, Bringer of Power, Giver of Knowledge. Lady of Ambitions and Desires.
 – Salt represents energy coagulated to a very low energy level, where the constriction of entropy has nearly crystallized it to form well-defined structures. This makes it very compatible with Ellis’s ultimate form, The Red Queen. She is described as either a middle-aged woman dressed in crimson-colored Victorian-era clothing, or a beautiful serious-looking woman suited in heavy scarlet armor. Those who have either by accident or on purpose, astrally explored the Webs have seen her. Whatever form she may take, she always looked impressive, intimidating and awe-inspiring. Her palace or territory inside the Webs looked like something pulled out of Dr. Seuss’s red nightmares: Bridges floating in mid-air against a crimson sky, while ahead looks like a barren wasteland of a mountain range, or a skeletal-looking castle. Below is what looks like a sea of blood, and behind you, a horde of giant spiders, demons and other more indescribable things chase after you. Get caught by this unruly welcoming committee, and you’ll be sent back screaming into the waking world. Survive, and you get to have an audience with the Queen herself. Her cold, calculating stance, mild manners and the entire look of her realm denotes a Saturnian power inherent in her ability to harness, restrict and distribute the energies evenly in her network. She is the one responsible for building the webs of this internet of magick. She not only links magickal sites and objects, but also people as well. She projects the air of the ideal arcane leader, wise, brave and not afraid to give things her personal touch. She unites everyone who has willfully used her sigil under an unspoken community of mystical misfits, giving them a sense of belonging in a cold and cruel world. The opinions, personalities and mannerisms of everyone who contributed to her even created a gesalt personality, where she becomes the voice and the firm fist of the masses.

Her other titles include: The Unifier. She of the Webs. Lady of Stability and Community.
Weirdly, this seems to be a bit too similar to the mythologies of the Goddess Hecate and Morrigan.
Well, folks, that’s another story…. ^ _ ^

Messing Around with Space – Or, What you Think is Real, is Real

Picture this scene.

Me coming out of my office, I take a look inside my wallet and then find myself short in cash for my return trip home.

Luckily enough, I had enough money for the longest part of the trail, but still short of one more ride. I had not choice but to walk the rest of the goddam way…

I decided to try out something I haven’t tried before. It’s not that this is the first time I ever walked that kind of distance (it isn’t, I’ve walked farther under worse circumstances), I just wanted to add a bit more excitement to my self-destructively long walk. I sat down by a spot under the shade of trees, picked up my pen and a sheet of paper sigilized the heck out of my Statement of Intent, made a sigil, sigil-line and even a mantra to help activate it. Then I pulled out an old diary of mine where I had a poem written for such a purpose. In an impromptu ritual, I went ahead and visualized the LS and took some energy out of it, funneled the energy into the paper where I drawn the sigil and the mantra. Then, I folded the paper into a small triangle that would fit in the palm of my hand.

And I began to walk my way home, chanting the mantra as I go, lulling my poor, tired, dehydrated brain into Gnosis.

Le Space Warp Telesmansen!

What happened was I was eventually able to get home, but right near the end,  I realized that I remembered only crossing two bridges when I can swear there was supposed to be three.  When I went back to work the following day, there really was only two. Plus, some places got mixed up somehow, like the local hospital, was not supposed to be anywhere near the church there, but lo! It’s there for some reason! (Not to mention the fact I was seriously disoriented at specific points during the journey, though that one might be because of the hot sun beating down on my head.)

I shared this experience with the cool people at the Chaos Magick FB group, and one comment from the admin there said that “I hope you didn’t pop all those people in the houses near the third bridge out of existence, though. That would be uncool.” That thought got me thinking, did I simply compress reality into a shorter version of it, did I stretch reality to a critical point that it would result in it snapping back, causing irreversible location shifts, space compression, etc. Or this is just me slowly devolving into madness, my mentality, not my reality is being warped? What’s the difference? Are schizophrenics not living in hells they have created?

In any case, experience taught me that whatever you experience directly is the only truth that you could rely on. That puts a paramount importance on practical application. I love the occasional pontification or two on magical subjects, but it’s all meaningless if you don’t do it. It’s less fun too, so double whammy to armchair mages.

Anyways, I’ll post my space-warp sigil here the next time I get the chance. So long for now!

^ _ ^
The Black Squid

EDIT: Added Space Warp Talisman, finally! 04/19/2013

Digital Talismans

Classic texts on the manufacture of talismans always necessitate the use of metals and/or other rare materials in their composition. I hate it. I cant even begin to tell you how much I hate it.

Metal is hard to manipulate without the proper equipment, time consuming and is effing expensive! That’s the same thing with the other things that one might use like virgin parchment, crystals, and vellum. Even the metallic cylinders that one’d put them in is hard to find, or rather difficult to make. I even tried bone, and it is way to hard to carve. (Plus, making using the byproducts of the death of another living being isn’t gonna do me well on the karmic side of things.)

I’m ranting, I know, but, I also thought up of a way to get past the limitations of medium when it comes to making talismans. I’ll just make them digitally!

A digital object is as real as physical objects because they can be held in the mind. A digital object is as illusory as physical objects. You might say that it’s a silly endeavor, but hey! We’re talking magick here, nothing’s silly, everything might work! (You see what I just did there?)

So, I take any design I’d have for a talisman, like lines of mantra, magick squares and sigils, and arrange them in a concept sketch, and them do the whole shebang in Ps. The charging part’s tricky though. What I’ve tried so far was to write a physical version on paper, charge it business as usual and then post the digital copy on any of my online profiles. (See given talisman)

Aside from it doing whatever function I intended it to do, it would also act as an Ellisian tag, furthering the LS’s purpose of making reality more fluid and mutable, therefore making magick easier.

Ok, later guys, I have to spam my FB account.

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The Fear of Results

Ever since I discovered the Ellis Sigil and upped my magickal practice, I’ve had an unprecedented surge of energy that scare me at times. As I fire more sigils, find new and more interesting ways to cast spells, the more and more confident I become in my abilities. Right now, I’ve got a pair of sigils I plan on firing together. I hesitate to do it not because I’m scared of it failing, but because that I’m sure that they‘ll work.
Somewhere in the very depths of my heart, I knew beyond doubt that it’ll work, the turn of events that’ll happen because of it, the mere thought of it, just scare me sh*tless.
The phrase “Be careful what you wish for” has been the fodder of dozens of movies and stories throughout history, serving as cautionary tales against shortsightedness. Its more than appropriate when magick is concerned. It makes the caster reevaluate his motives and his means, and to contemplate the long-term effects of their actions.

It’s the the feeling of immense potential and power at the very tip f my fingertips that brought me to that realization. I know that I’m sounding like such a sorcerous noob right now, but eff, it’s like the feeling of riding in a fast accelerating sport car, with a defect in the brake shoe. The first few seconds is pure bliss as you go from 0 to 80 kph. But come the realization that you’ve gone from 80 to 120 kph and beyond in a matter of seconds, and with no sign f stopping, the terror is beyond words.

I know that there will come a time that I’ll be going back to this post and laugh at myself, because by then, I would’ve done things unimaginable to me right now, the same way I’ve done things unimaginable to me five years ago. But I will never forget the feeling of feeling the world at the palm of my hands.

My own world, and it was up to me to protect or destroy.