The Community Synchronicity Journal

I’ve been lurking and posting around reddit for a while now, subscribed to r/occult and r/philosophy among other subs, but there’s this one page that I really found interesting. r/MysticsOnTheRise. Most of the occult or metaphysics-related subreddits there are more or less geared towards beginners with little to no magickal or mystical training or experience, and I think that sub really addresses this niche.

Now, hoping to help start a conversation and learn from it, I started a thread where people can write about their encounters with weird coincidences, Deja Vu, and other weirdness. Why? Mostly because it sounds like fun, and also because it’ll help us glimpse into how these things occur and what events correlate to them.

The party’s just starting, and you’re totally welcome to come.

You can view the entire thread right here

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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.

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.

Queen Ellis AKA the Linking Sigil

THE RED QUEEN APPROACHES as a quick and confident madness, carefully diligent and obscured as she spins the webs of discord between the cracks of an otherwise dull and unassuming monolith – the consensual reality. She appears to the uninitiated as brief doorways of spray paint or chalk upon street walls and corridors; a series of strange breadcrumbs and runic white rabbits which chart the way towards an unspeakable and alien wonderland.

-Excerpt from the Liber Sigilum by the AAO.

A global network of occultists bent on bringing down reality itself by placing cracks in reality, writing cryptic messages and sigils in plain sight, feeding an infant deity bound for godhood, until it has reached its full power. Sounds like something out of a Stephen King or HP Lovecraft novel, doesn’t it? Well, its more or less true. I mentioned her already in a previous post (read : A Weird Daydream), and yes, she is a fairly modern godform born out of a crazy magickal working where a group of occultists over at the pre-hack Occult Forums created a type of spell header to bind and mutually power their spells and workings together,  which they called a Linking Sigil.

The Linking Sigil (Ellis)

A fairly detailed, post by post record of the  original groups workings with the sigil, or Ellis, was contained in a book titled “Ellis – Assault on Reality”. The other uses of the linking sigil, or Ellis, by which it was known later, included using it not only as a spell header, but to also link their magickal spaces, Hauted places, Sacred Sites, Talismans and many other places where the “veil of reality” was said to be thin.

Another interesting development was its use in “glitterbombing”, where they “tag” the sigil, along with a message like “Ask Me How”, “Reality is Up for Grabs”, or something else along the same lines that’s equally mysterious. All the energy absorbed from all the magickal places and workings turned the Ellis into a veritable “crack in the fabric of reality” when drawn onto a fairly normal space. Magickal Energies would seep and affect anyone and anything that happens to be in the vicinity, maximize the effects of a haunting and wake up any dormant magicks in an area. This would then “pry open the eyes of a sleeping humanity to the terror and wonder of the worlds beyond”, and maybe even lead them to their own magickal practices!

That was one of the long-term goals behind the Ellis sigil in the first place, to create a fluid, magickal reality, where magickal workings would be much easier and even have observable results. “Damn it! We want fireballs!” Arjil, the one who originally designed the Linking Sigil (LS), cries in one post. It was a rebellion against mundane reality, an experiment to test the limits of what is possible with magick.

As the discussion drew on, they were able to gather more and more support from many occultists outside the US and UK, ultimately becoming a group bound by one single thing – The Ellis. Over time, it became attached to so many places and has gathered so much energy, and is quickly reaching a spiritual “critical mass”, forming what could only be called a sentience as it seems to act more and more on its own. Finally, people began calling “it” a “her”, a “she”, a “living being”. Ellis, instead of the Linking Sigil or The Ellis.

Mages begun contacting her, and she begun responding back. Her will? To do what she was meant for, mutual empowerment, “I help you, you help me”. To feed her by linking more places of power and spells to her, so she could become powerful enough to fulfill her lofty purpose of creating a truly magickal world.

(UPDATE: A further treatment of the subject could be found in this article)
(UPDATE: Mentioned in these articles – Theban1, Theban2)

A Weird Daydream

*** This Story, I originally related to some Cool Magickal Friends on the Chaos Magick Group on Facebook, this version just deals with it in more detail. ***

There’s this strange dream or vision that I had shortly before completely dozing off on my bed one day…

My thoughts were all over the place, thinking randomly and went from thoughts like the principles of magick, some attractive girls I passed by on my way to and from work, and Ellis (for those who don’t know, I’ll have a different post about that.) . Then Suddenly there was this gigantic white LS sigil right before me, pulling me into it.
 I appeared inside a “red” world, with only of what looked like floating strips of flooring or landbridges to step on. Then, I heard a weird ticking sound, like a whole lot of metal needles tapping their tips on stone really fast. I looked behind me and saw a HECKLOAD of giant spiders running towards me!

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There were these strange, grayish strings hanging from the floating bridges above me, grabbed on one of them, and for dear life I swung myself away, until I happened upon a dark landmass. It connected to the landbridges like a central point.
There I found several vary large, muscular men in business suits, shades hiding their eyes, and behind them, sitting on a ornate throne was an attractive and mysterious-looking redhead.
They discussed with me if I wanted to have a “share”. ‘A “share” of what?’, I ask. They never mention or explain whatever it was that they wanted to share with me, I felt like I know what they were talking about, and I dont remember what it was if I really knew. I told them that I’ll think about it, and began to walk away. Before I could turn around and leave, one of the large men came up behind me, made a dry tearing sound, and bit me with large fangs 
The shock of the cold bone piercing me woke me up…. I felt like there was a strong surge of electricity flowing down my spine from where the guy bit me. 
Do you guys think I accidentally astral projected?
-TheBlackSquid