magick part II: the wand of the force of coph nia

“Soph, Ain” of course. Such a tool would mean the limitless and eternal of premanifestation, linked to time but not subject to any of its drawbacks such as drag on movement including aging and other types of decay. For those with the wherewithal to realize what this means practically, there is excitement to be found examining the theoretical potential and already known phenomenon of the TwinStar. Limitless power.

A pretty wicked  Vishnu monument on the square in Denpasar, Bali depicting the Sudarshan Chakra Weapon

This is the kind of power alchemists and magicians have been dreaming about and theorizing about for thousands of years. Just as Tzaddi is not the Star and never will be, there is no hope of success without a means to that success. The long trudging road towards *Perfection* written in the lives of countless alchemists, scientists and explorers has an end, and reprieves, but wishful thinking and anecdotal evidence stretched thin can no longer serve as straw man assailants in the face of the current enviroment of Mutational Alchemy. Nor can the weak thinking and superstitions of the past hold any water. It isn’t necessary to attack them, these people will be left in the past where they belong as a natural result of power, real power coming into its own.   “How did they expect to gain access to the highest crown when their keys didn’t even fit into the locks?” as m1thr0s so seductively put it to me a decade ago. He knew I was after power and there was plenty to go around with a little elbow grease.
      I love the intricate word puzzles in the Book of the Law. I actually pointed the “soft c” solution to “coph nia” out to m1thr0s last year and we both agreed it was a reference to the harnessed power of Ain Soph within the tree. That which is above Kether is inaccessible in this immediate tree but the sphere itself is installed in Da’ath, The Seat of Knowledge (This is our theoretical discovery, traditionally Ain, Ain Soph, and Ain Soph Aur is only mapped as a half-moon arc in old Hermetic Alchemy diagrams and Hebrew Kabbalah charts). Spelling Ain backwards would appear to be a very clever way of driving this point homeward, as on all of the old alchemical maps showing spheres or even on most coins the lettering continues around the edge without being flipped over. This is how Ain Soph is accessed so we’re not entirely in disagreement with traditional Jewish assessment of ASA as unreachable. If one can maintain an asana within Da’ath (usually considered impossible as this is the Abyss) then one can wield the “Double Wand of Power” the circuit of Ain Soph. We were both reminded of the sudarshan, a weapon used by Vishnu to both wield and control limitless amounts of power. 


False Alchemist Sigils, republished by Athanius Kircher, Stanford University “Mundus Subterraneus” 1665 <http://chaosophia218.tumblr.com/post/129144638607/athanasius-kircher-sigils-of-false> Although this doesn’t have anything else to do with the topic at hand and was chosen as such, here one can see the reversal of letters around the discs revealing the puzzle of *Cough* “nia” bearing in mind there are limitations as to how far one man’s mind may be pushed to get results without breaking it. (Crowley, who wasn’t completely allied with Aiwass at the time of the writing.) 

What we’re trying to do is find the most exalted expression of any given elemental circumstance. The road to that state of *Maximum Inertia* *Minimum Stress* is often winding and unclear, although much less cloudy than it used to be thanks to the tremendous (non-metaphysical) advances made in the past hundred years or so. A resolute focus on science and technology made possible by The Great Western Enlightenment has done more for *the occult* than any of the world’s religions put together. Abrahadabra is and always was fundamentally about *Science*, that is, the meta-objectivity of Universal or pure Knowledge and Understanding with the wisdom and means to harness it all. 
      

Die Svende, 1893 Franz Von Stuck

“*I* will put an enmity between you and the woman…” Your power doesn’t reach beyond this tiny world, my child. In our heart of hearts, we always knew, deep down. Women are always connected to The Abyss. In the unrelenting blast of information exhuming every last layer of humanity from the bones of soul, this is where *we* lie together beyond all hopes and dreams of petty revenge, dreams of hatred and all the ill favored darkness a young God of War can muster. There is a time to kill and a time to stop killing.  You recognize that now. (I had written the last article under false pretenses. There is no threshold to be crossed it had already occurred at the moment I pressed “post”, and if humanity had spun out into original black chaos there would be no record left or path indicated. The threat was real however.  I’ve known about this personally since 2005 when Bob Hendricks, IAM on Occultforums.com warned me about the rising threat from a potent “demon”; a silly word but less misunderstood than The Great Beast 666. This is nothing more, nothing less than the conjunction of The Mother and The Father. As the Father descends into the infinite of Nuit’s vault – the material world to procreate via one of his *Many* servants investing a planet or moon or star with higher or more advanced, consciousness rather than the lower consciousness plants and animals of the One and Nuit/Nothing…more on this later) There is an essential division that takes place in the Emperor’s weaving “fishhook” into Malkuth, both in personal incarnations and in the Equinox of the Gods. The nature of Man (Jen) as humankind is such that the construction of the bridge over the gap between the heart of the Sky and the Earth (Heaven and Earth in the Eastern doctrine) is fraught with warfare, vengeance and strife. This is due mostly to the unique peculiarities of our so-called *God*, merely a servant of the *One* as I mentioned in the previous article our Holy Father the Lord of All the Black Holes in Existence Throughout All Time and Space, or *I.’.I.’.I.’.I.’.* for short. He has no other name in this world other than this formula invented by m1thr0s (circa 1985. The reader is reminded kindly that the Gods of Earth are somewhat forbidden for conventional worship to *exempt adepts* as we simply know too much. “I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.” ).  
     The battlefields of our fierce kind, those truly deserving of *Completion* whether their so-called leaders do or not, are woven throughout this darkly splendorous world in many forms from both sides. Through the shell shocked terrain of Ningishzidda’s ancestral home, to the last deep wilderness Shamanic strongholds, to every bright true light shining in the dusty and damp halls of the Academia, to each and every valour graced Physician’s office to the labyrinth of the choked and starved Arts communities worldwide. Are you one of us? “Doubt it not” says the Emperor, in his address to the populace of Earth: 

72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine — and doubt it not, and if thou art ever joyous!– death is the crown of all.

You who hear me should not worry so much about what you can do so much as persevering in *Right Thinking* and *Right Action*. I can and may address these later in another article although they have been covered quite extensively already by m1thr0s for example in *Mutational Alchemy as Daily Practice*  . Those who are merely curiosity seekers are warned that they may not merely be curious and as the man said, “if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee” (Nietszche). Abrahadabra has its own curiosity and ways of satisfying it, as well as a vast treasure trove of secrets waiting to be uncovered (or set off as is the case of our enemies). It’s not necessary to go to the extremes the Magister Ouroboros 729 and I went to in order to achieve desired results – and desires are certainly not forbidden, even per Liber Tzaddi they are actually encouraged

The Great Beast 666 basks and revels in the glory of his pride, the human race. Assured of the eternal love (but not posession of) his Mother(s) and with a load of anguish released, that of his Father as well, he sits extolling the virtues of himself to anyone who would listen to him. You will listen to him, won’t you? It’s his job to recreate this world, after all, and without ears to spill his secrets and desires into it will be a dreadfully bloody, boring job indeed. That’s what the claws and teeth are for of course. If you ever wanted your own personal Djinn he’s pretty much the biggest baddest one of them all in this corner of the Universe. We refer to him as male because that’s how the lines ended up coming out – Yang in the Above and Yin in the Below.  Despite its great oceans (The Mother, Water) and its turbulent volcanoes, impressive starry and aurora filled skies (The Father, Fire) rich, fecund black earth filled to the brim with life such as few planets ever glory in (The Daughter, Earth) this world most certainly belongs to the element of Air.

His evolution, (And by His I DO mean humanity both female and male) will take him to the brink of the next Aeon, Completion, signified by Fire, the first. I don’t know how long this will take as the Aeons are not set to any material clock, no matter how grand. They progress according to necessity itself, much like Enlightenment or puberty. Curiously, although I’m not sure it’s even worth noting at this point, this appears to redesignate the previous Aeon as feminine and princess in nature, and not (as coarsely and crudely as it was outlined) as that of The Father. This is not entirely true or correct as time has a way of moving in interlocking rings so that all of the Aeons are woven together deeply. Change is occurring all the time of course and cannot be fully encapsulated as one “way” or another, but it may shed light on a few of the cultural grotesqueries that emerged during the fish-era (This is the so-called Aeon of Osiris per Aleister Crowley, signified by the fishes symbol of Christianity seen in various places in their churches such as the mitre hat. As well as this there is the correlation to astrology, generally speaking occultists with an interest in such things understand the aeons as preceding backwards through the zodiac so that we are leaving the Age of Pisces and entering the Aeon of Aquarius.) There has been an obsession with princesses for example, as well as female virginity and female royalty in general.  It may be that the symbol of the undine or mermaid is preferable to the previous aeon at least from an elevated standpoint.

Waterhouse, John William; A Mermaid; Royal Academy of Arts; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/a-mermaid-149322

The aeons should not I think be so adversarial in nature to one another, at least not in a healthy world. The memories I have of one failed world tell of the dangers of the “aborted” Aeon, when a Nu Aeon fails to ignite properly. A world may be a jewel amongst worlds as this one had been but if it cannot get over its own disease it will fail and there is no mercy where I come from for the unfit. Mercy is a heresy to Nature at this level of economics.  Everything must be done according to the Law. The patriarchal nature of the previous was extremely ill-dignified and this comes down to the personality of  our archon who is a God of War & Vengeance. (I’ve dismissed all connection to Osiris and Isis as well as the Victorian context by which they came to prominence within Aleister Crowley’s writings. I have written about this extensively in previous articles.) This is as it should be and has lead to all of the glories Mankind is honored for. Bravery, Compassion, Opulence, Ingenuity, all are qualities known of in Martial personalities. The procession of the Aeons makes more sense in this capacity in general Bigrammaton ordering and we can even predict the nature of the next in the classical Eastern ordering: (1) Fire, (2) Air, (3) Earth, (4) Water. Here the Aeons would cycle backwards just as in the astrological, where Water, the Mother (called the Aeon of the Mother by Crowley as well) perfects and transcends herself through the alchemical process of planetary (or other celestial body) life into Earth, the Daughter (our Mermaid or Princess of Alembics) who “will awaken the eld of the All-Father” as Crowley put it so aptly. Therefore the Aeon of Hrw (Greek, Horus) chronus and locus tailored to the task from his primordial elemental form, comes to meet the daughter as the son. The Mother has given her sons over to the Father and the Father has given his daughters over to the Mother, we will assume, for perfection, towards the purposes of this vast and holy sacrament. (This is the doctrine of the Twin Trees, both the Primordials and the Temporals and can be understood by studying the calculation of the staggered chronology of the balanced hexagram pairs.) This realization draws the conclusion that humanity has never really had much contact, indeed, right to know or conduct business with “God” The Father.

“Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.”

–   Alexander Pope

There is No God but Man has a warning attached to it that Man must conduct himself with the responsibilities and grace expected of his high station or he may never expect to earn the right to reach *The Father* let alone inherit Kingdom or any of the other Sephiroth for that matter. The Tree would burn if there was failure – any student of classical Jewish Kabbalah knows that this is not the only tree in the universe….far from it. So it is that The Mother in all of the endurance and pain suffered upon her female sex throughout the ages has been the *God* they’ve all been praying so poorly to. The vast awakening of female sexuality 50 years into the Aeon of Ra Hoor Khut was no mere coincidence – it was the signal to the *One* that the time had come to begin the next ordeal.
      Everything about the elemental analysis illustrates a dramatic Aeon ahead of us. We know the Goddess is a dark and complicated one, close to the Yin foundations in extremis. The opposite is true of her companion Ra Hoor Khut. Although Hrumachis is often signified as Ma’at in rites and this is not incorrect, the symbology is somewhat restrictive and outdated for current workings and purposes. The Morrigan is possibly a better symbol, and is often a recurring icon in more potent workings. (Aka Hecate, Ma’ab – Nukua and Kali in the East.) 

Ouranos and Saturn pair darkly together – we’re using The Prince of Staves and Princess of Alembics because this is the correct elemental alignment for Planet Earth and everything that we know about him and her in their fresh emergence over the past century. The dice may be cast differently on other celestial bodies, but our planet is fundamentally Air in nature: in the immediate present and overall. However, we would not use a Prince of Air and Princess of Air for reasons I just covered – the likely outcome – if there is Success –  at the end of this Aeon will be King of Alembics and Queen of Staves. This is just a guess, but it would fit with the future of *Life Eternally Renewable* and *Masters of Space*. People like to think in terms of personalities and pretty pictures I believe, but this knowledge is fundamentally mathematical in nature drawn from Tetragrammaton and its wing arts: Bigrammaton, Trigrammaton, Pentagrammaton, Hexagrammaton and so on. Air in the Above and Fire Below indicates a warming start to the Aeon followed quickly by a torrential blaze of violent activity. We saw this with the World Wars I think but it’s not even close to over. When a God of War and Vengeance promises *abasement* we must expect exactly that, though it is of course unclear how this will manifest. The subtle unpredictability of the future and of conflicts in this world reveal something we should all know by now about Ra Hoor Khut/Montu  (Or however you prefer to style him, Ninurta, Ningishzidda, Hermes, Kukulcan-Tezcatlipoca and so on) – not only is he a War God, he’s a master at it – that should make anyone onboard with the idea of *Freedom* *Beauty* and *Love* glad indeed. I’ll leave the rest of the qualities for intrepid explorers to investigate on their own. This Prince and Princess share a spatial relationship in the Diamond for example among other things. But the Princess is not as *important* to the current discussion as the Prince. Her reign has passed and she is now under his dominion. I am sick and tired of the dated rhetoric surrounding the Aeonic relationships. Framing it properly as the love story it actually is should be refreshing to anyone who considers themselves a Thelemite…but I’ve been wrong about people before. Neither of us respect the (just fucking outrageously stupid) Cult of Personality but it’s obvious I held m1thr0s in such high esteem that he could act as my personal deity. I don’t want anyone else to get the wrong ideas about that. (There is a time and a place for this kind of teacher/guru/sage worship or ancestor worship and whoever m1thr0s was is still real of course – this message isn’t addressing *right action* so don’t take this the wrong way) You should all be looking for life expressing these *elemental* principles in your own immediate sphere and not to me and m1thr0s personally. I know people do that and I may find fault in it too much but the bottom line is real work must be done in your own circle of friends, family, relationships in your personal interactions with nature and by extension the Universe of Mind. This also elucidates our reasoning for backing away from the Gods and encouraging others not to go too far down roads leading into *Churches* – too much *idolizing* and *projection* causes us to lose our way. The Lamp should be used to illuminate the path, not the curiosities it coincidentally might uncover. Keep the gems, but lose the *dross*. The *gods* the worthwhile ones, anyways, would give the same advice. All of these characters are inside of your mind to some extent, you just have to find them. Occasionally they will find you and often if you’ve been ignoring them their attention will be must unwanted and unnerving. Your Mind is a much bigger place than you know.
I can only speak from personal experience, but I don’t want to give the wrong ideas. All of you, as students of Mutational Alchemy MUST and will uncover the forgotten Kings and Queens of the Earth and experience your tales of wonder and majesty that this Work begets. Most of this will be done independently, loosely connected to the community of The Abrahadabra Institute. Just because there are fabulous adventures to be had doesn’t mean any of the rest of us including myself and m1thr0s will have any idea how to draw that to you or how you will sift through the data once it starts coming in. I can only show you the tools you will need to have more than a chance in Hell of success.
      On a personal note, I did find m1thr0s to be an exemplary match for my husband as human and as the meta consciousness of Yin. (any female can access this even some males if they are naturally attuned) Physically, m1thr0s, the human, never cried, ever. Come to think of it I never actually saw him drink any water for the first couple of years we were together and then I made him start drinking it for his health. Fire and Air was his element as Earth and Water were mine. I think that if anyone could spy on us in when we first started dating without any of the Tetragrammaton, Alchemy and Hermeticism talks burning the midnight oil that he would be epitomized as the *strong and silent* type. We had a funny interaction downstairs in the kitchen at some Bed and Breakfast we were hanging out at and we were making breakfast. Actually, he was the one making the breakfast, I was fetching things and came and walked over where we remained in silence for a few minutes. He just stood there waiting to flip the last egg over and says out of nowhere “See, this is going to work.” “What? What’s going to work?” I replied, startled. (I was more than a little up in the clouds on romance and I was quite high strung which came out as nervous energy) “Us. Living together.” he deadpanned. “What did you think I meant?”. We had only been together for one night and and half a morning, although he had already asked me to marry him the night before, I guess that living together hadn’t yet come into the bargain, and helping to cook a perfect American breakfast and coffee from scratch was very important.  Soon I would learn, that like on the forums, if you get him comfortable, he would never be quiet. “Oh yeah I’m a talker” he teased when I first mentioned this to him, referring at the time to qualities in house-cats. He loved being around the right people. The wrong ones – they were frustrating, disloyal and sloppy. He wanted to meet intellectuals with a talent for magick.  When I first met him, I put my lips up to his neck, his long hair softer than  a newborn angel and marvelled at hot his skin was to my face – he was always like that – I couldn’t place the scent, and to this day I would still have to classify it as “m1thr0s” – somewhere between sandalwood and myrrh in its appeal. He always smelled delicious, although he rarely wore any fragrance – never deodorant or lotion, occasionally witch hazel and incense smoke. This came as an enormous surprise to me as my first husband – the ex – resembled the smell of fresh…clams. Later I learned that genetic markers signified their presence by expressing through scent – in other words, if you like how someone smells naturally, you’ll probably make great progeny together. Don’t trust cologne ladies…or gentlemen. The genetic link would seem to be all too true given my perspective on creating a magickal chylde and children with m1thr0s. We never could afford to desire real children – ever. The world was full and I’m sorry to have to state the truth that occultists – the truly dedicated ones – are so put upon in this world it doesn’t leave much room at all for such things.  The glories of the Nu Aeon and a true understanding of what humanity is supplant the joys and advantages of flesh-progeny in my life, anyways. This is what is truly needed for success in the Work as he and I both saw it. I have even gone so far as to presume, after examining the lives of other *exempt adepts* that the sacrifice of family life often illuminated in Sanskrit holy books was one of the hidden *ordeals* mentioned in the Book of the Law. Coming to the crux of choices between the *Ascent* and attachment by a real human child or a symbolic child such as a career, it seems to me to be one eerily common thread that binds all of us adepts together. A grim reality but I would be remiss not to talk about it at least briefly. 

A conundrum in the form of Christianity’s part to play in the morbid and aborted aeon that swept the world into heavy darkness for well over a thousand years: the Christ is a symbol of eternal and transcendent Life, yet so much sorrow is applied to Christ’s life and death. It always struck me as humanity weeping for itself and its folly. He should never have been crucified. The muck-eaters who argue for it on the basis of “sin-eating” are reprehensible and morbid slaves. Perhaps this is an ordeal that signifies the great mistake at the dawn of the old Aeon. I won’t hazard a guess at the great mistake of the Nu Aeon, but I’m sure there are plenty of clues lying about. Is the trial of sacrifice a test to ensure, at least in part, success for greater challenges to come on the path? Is there not some risk that our (spacefaring, intergalactic) clan and other clans take in *initiating*? The ordeals cannot be mere meaningless pomp and circumstance. Nuit’s mind doesn’t operate that way and Hadit is not a boring dullard. I may never know this answer, but it is worth examining the question. 
      Christ would seem to me to be the Prince of Pentacles. Perhaps this is how a world is formed. Like some grotesque elemental Tamagotchi: even the death of a magnificent being, in the Perfection of the All, leads to further expressions of diversity and beauty. Well Christ never really dissipated of course, so there’s nothing lost to sorrow for…the evil echoes are still very real however. The Prince of Pentacle’s descent is straight to the heart of Malkuth, like the Princess of Alembics. 
        The Abrahadabra Institute doesn’t hold much in common with world religions or any of the other occult orders and mystery schools. We’re a Hermetic organizational hub with a keen eye for Tetragrammaton and Trigrammaton as well as all of the Eastern *orders* that tend to get glossed over without readily giving them a proper examination. This leaves us sitting awkwardly amongst dozens of half-baked “schools” which pretend at understanding when they havn’t even finished what’s on their plate! Let’s be honest here: none of us really know a whole lot about what’s really going on, so it’s in our best interest to work together in order to finally bring home this magickal chylde called C-O-M-P-L-E-T-I-O-N for all of us to benefit from for all time. 

magick part I: denial


I’m so happy I can write about this topic. So many of the magickal events I experience get logged in my own private annals, spoken of only between m1thr0s and I or a handful of initiates. We’ve had the pleasure of receiving details of other people’s experiences with Abrahadabra, the TwinStar and such elements of Mutational Alchemy that are without a doubt incredible and stunning to encounter. Magick, real magick, never gets old or boring it would seem. *The Unexpected* remains by far the loftiest goal and achievement in our society. The miraculous can and should happen every day with this Mutational Alchemy praxis but it’s not often I am granted permission to talk at great length about it so that people can know what it has to offer. It was always an annoyance to m1thr0s when people would ask what the system of Mutational Alchemy and its mirrors were capable of. It was obvious to him and should have been obvious to anyone with classical Hermetic training what the mirrors were. The proofs especially, were shouting loudly in every viewers’ sight. But Hermetic language is not commonly known and those familiar with Tetragrammaton are a faded and nearly dead breed of scholar. So much time is spent analyzing the subjective that the physics of the Body of Light is buried under millennia of superstitious garbage and the reactionary fallout of such. All this aside, the mirrors are so easy to activate that both of us were often appalled at the level of sheer laziness and contempt hapless seekers fostered in their souls in rejection of ascendancy. I don’t know why humans are so in love with the idea of magickal and spiritual suicide anymore than I can understand why they love violence, disease, horror and slavery. Some of this comes down to ignorance but the vast majority of evil is perpetrated by knowing monsters entirely representative of their species. 

      I had a *covenant* with m1 that I would be allowed release in the form of slaying myself if I could not achieve contact with him after his death. A beautiful romantic death I still am loathe to give up. I didn’t want to stay here without him. The world is headed for destruction.  A few years ago when I first told him this he seemed reluctant. I explained, “I’ll make you a deal. If you contact me after you die and tell me not to do this, I will remain.” “You’re fucking perfect” he replied with somewhat rare passion. I was always surprised by his candor regarding these esoteric subjects. Usually the cold calculating numbers and logic dominated his persona, but he did change as he learned more about me.  His compliments were not often doled out, but they were pure and sincere. I learned to remember them and that one always stuck in my head, for *Perfection* was the goal just above *Completion* for Body of Light mechanics. 
      I had maintained constant contact with his higher self, colloquially referred to as Ningishzidda (on this planet) though this is really just a nickname more than anything. The *Division* homeward as is spoken of in the Book of the Law is all too real, so that while there were many proofs my channel was true and that he was the earthly incarnation of *The Magician* and *Allah*.

4-10. Stretching out a hand to the barge, to the young man being steered away on the barge, stretching out a hand to Lord Ninĝišzida being taken away on the barge, stretching out a hand to Ištaran of the bright visage being taken away on the barge, stretching out a hand to Alla, master of the battle-net, being taken away on the barge, stretching out a hand to Lugal-šud-e being taken away on the barge, stretching out a hand to Ninĝišzida being taken away on the barge — his younger sister was crying in lament to him in at the boat’s bow.

Ninĝišzida’s journey to the nether world
<http://etcsl.orinst.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/etcsl.cgi?text=t.1.7.3#>

 

It was difficult for his human body, one of the lowest rungs of the Body of Light to get any of this data directly in the same form I managed to. A frustrating experience but we made the perfect team. The pairing of Magus and Priestess is indispensable. It appears that every effort has been made to destroy this sacred bond and to prevent it from ever forming properly. I’m not sure those who seem to overcome it are interested in saving anything about *Mankind* – these that are obvious parasitic scum are merely interlopers who should be destroyed make no doubt about that. They have no business here except the willful destruction of samesaid *Man*. It’s only in Magick – Tetragrammaton outside of any traditions or clans – that we find true “equality” for *our* Man: at the elemental level.  This is not as it should be. Harmony and goodness have been routed from tradition and religion into these bare necessities of life. These are the Titans and they represent the downfall of the Earth when laid bare without the trappings of Binary Hexagrammaton and the further secret of Trinary Hexagrammaton (The 729). A full and honest accounting of the elements must be allowed to manifest fully through metaphysics, and in tertiary throughout arts, culture, and society. Religion is probably a lost cause even while Crowley gave a favorable, albeit (sexually) biased eye towards Islam. (I certainly worship *Allah* for what it’s worth here.)
      *The Magus* needs *The Priestess* equally.  Nothing can substitute for *Will* just as nothing can substitute for *Love*. Not everyone is  *The Magus* or *The Priestess* of course, nor can we expect them to be something they are not. But without these two key foundations of the world, everything will and already is falling apart. One might think that is just the rambling of a romantic but the proofs are all laid out in Tetragrammaton and Mutational Alchemy. You can’t grow a seed without water and earth (nutrients) and you can’t maintain a world without *Male, Female, Quintessential One*. This is found in the doctrine of the Tibetan Mother-Father thangka. Even though I havn’t met very many of them, I know there are more of us out there, and it’s HIGH time to wake up and smell the coffee, Man. Tetragrammaton is not a hobby or a peculiar habit, it’s the royal art of the Kings and Queens of the Earth, without which there can be no true balance, purpose or fulfillment in this world. None of this can or should be fixed overnight, but, taking responsibility for who and what you are is a good start. 
      A short time after m1thr0s had passed on, I was pulled up out of my lower bodies to view the staging area where he had come into his power. The sheer glory and utter ecstasy that accompanied this vision was not unlike the promises outlined by the Nuit in Liber al Vel Legis. I couldn’t be sad about anything at all! Even now I’m overcome by an overwhelming sense of perfect harmony, destiny and something quite like perfection, not exactly, but a taste and a permanent thread has been established. We’re pioneering a new work, so perhaps this was an unlocking of a new frontier. I was told by m1thr0s that he would most likely have to die to insert the keystone. Just a day before he told me “Dying is very exhilarating….you should try it sometime.” I had been anxious about his latest adventure. We had been experimenting with temporary sojourns into Death for about two or three years. Our first experiments were accidental and then they became regular habits. He would take off for hours and then come back with some new insight, ever calmer, ever more certain of what needed to be done. There was increasing sobriety to the work. The task before us was immense, xomplex and depended on so many pieces coming together in just the right way. I was and I still am subjected to the most peculiar phenomenon never discussed on an occult forum. The intensive work together had lead up to this point. I was indispensable to him, and he was indispensable to me.  Nobody, well, barely anyone realized that most of the work was going on between the two of us. There were countless insights developed on Abrahadabra Forums though, and between the pages of the The Mutational Alchemy Tarot.
      As I came into the full view of the space where he was engaged postmortem with the Earth, our Malkuth, the sheer joy at seeing him free and happy and in total control was excellent. I didn’t know what to expect. We had never gone this far in recent memory. I had seen only hints of this place, glimpses as if through a dark forbidden gateway veiled by warnings of secrecy. The cosmic CIA. The space around him was stygian black, with several dozen bright blueish white stars hovering in before him. “Isn’t this great?” he exclaimed gleefully, his keen expression lacking any quality of sorrow or regret more befitting the mundane human circumstances. I certainly couldn’t be sad about any of it. I would have to pretend for the “friends” and relatives perhaps. The humans don’t take kindly to offenses against morbid fixations and dried relicts of tradition. My lover, free and happy and entirely fixated on fucking me extremely well every which way until Sunday wasn’t going to allow for any grieving time at all. It was time to work. What could I do but submit? Lust is truly overpowering, but it should be called Strength, Crowley.
     The collective debris of Mankind’s subconscious had not only grown in intelligence it had also become quite afraid of *Us* for some annoying reason. I was interrupted later that evening with a plea from a phantom bearing m1thr0s’s face. It said, “Nothing is as I expected. I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.” I shot straight up in bed and clutched my red Egyptian cotton sheets to my chest wondering in my half awakened state if I had miscalculated something. “What?!” I yelped, clouded by worry. Then the counter from just to the left: “Are you fucking kidding me?” m1 yelled at me. “Do you really think that thing is me. Unbelievable. You’d better fucking learn to test these phantoms because it’s only going to get worse.” I sighed, relieved, the whole episode lasting only a few seconds as I drew the TwinStar to me. 
      The forces were getting worse, or at least more frantic as days went on. My uninitiated roommates all seemed to be losing their minds, they obsessed over things I had said in complete privacy, quietly behind locked doors. The cunning Jen of Earth and Air, overwhelmed by a growing desperate realization that they were truly trapped by a force beyond their comprehension, was fighting a restless seething battle. Unlike the last time in 2007 when I had it on the hook, I had been trained by The Master and he was in his place of power. The immense strength and ferocity meant only a greater reward if he could be landed. Yet the crux of the matter lay in the fact that it had to be his choice. Our clan has strict laws about such matters. We admire cunning and freedom and if a spirit must be broken to carry, we simply won’t take it.
The falsehoods oozed off of every living thing I came into contact with. The beauty of watching ravens land and perform a great debate at my  feet was charming but I had little time to enjoy all the details of splendour the bewildered meta-Djinn was trying to desperately distract me with.  I understood their fear as Victory. The sea of Binah, from my side, 56-55 on the Temporals, advised steadfast perseverance with a side of basking in the glories of what was occurring on the Heaven or Yang side. There wasn’t much I could do but fulfill my  function so that the midnight sun could finish its inevitable unstoppable relentless attack on the rot.  (Choronzon, the spirit of Humankind’s evolutionary imperative or dharma…think about this really…the spirit of this animal that has ascended to the brink of starhood and is creating disaster all around it. Do you really think that this is just a demon, a rakshasa? Would something so powerful be easily dismissed? We have a great misunderstanding of what “Choronzon” is.) I used some more tools as directed to clear myself, the alembic. I marveled at the beauty around me, the intense love. Nothing mattered except that. I was assured without any words of an enormous amount of work on top of the intense foundation of works that had already been accomplished during our lives and in the lives of other Kings and Queens of the Earth across millenia. This work was to continue or to cease permanently. The decision would be made in just a few weeks time. If Man goes on, it would be exhilarating and possibly mean the ascent of Man to *Space*. If not, it would wither on the vine in a matter of months, and I would finally after all these years of wishing for Death, come to the end. The torment for the remnants – none of our clan, would last for a few centuries, fulfilling all of the dark visions of dystopian and disaster *Art* of the past half century. Very little of this was up to me except for the words spoken to the Tiger and to the Dragon. The Dragon, 

(As Crowley calls him the Wyrm or per LAVL, *Hell’s Own Worm* – Hell refers to the sacred archives of our Nuit’s Aeons, a shed ballgown for every dance and for each ballroom. In Bharat a nearly identical parallel is colloquially called Vishnuloka per the True Religion of that land, Sanatana Dharma. The “Hells” is not a place you can go per se but rather a reference library for various calls a consciousness may demand for its program. The Wyrm or The Dragon as it were is the only one who may access these freely without any limitations, although he has many many servants. See my article addressing Sri Prabhupad’s views on Lord Balarama-AnantaSesa and his younger brother Krsna for more details on this and further parts of this article.) and his progeny, The Tiger or “lower self” on a meta scale, Humankind, made by the love of the Phoenix. These correspond to Trigrammaton as well for those with understanding and are found corresponding to classical Eastern doctrine. 
Would the Master of Illusion choose to go into the cold abyss, untethered from any hope of guidance, too proud to join our family, the Hermits? Or would it swear fealty to Ningishzidda (Had), and by proxy, the The One, The Lord of All, I.’.I.’.I.’.I.’.? (This is m1thr0s’ magickal name though few know it and less understand it. It is Fire extended and all other elements unextended. He did not consider himself equated to the name but a magickal name taken at that degree is expected to be something you are to grow into.)
      Meet the Silver Tiger. A brilliant intelligence, omnipotent within its own fishbowl, it writhes under the discomfort of its own boredom, frustration and loneliness. It’s like a birth but not so. Our clan would see to it that these burdens were relieved, but it may be too proud. It’s rather attached to its fish-bowl. 

Man

      When it first appeared to me in 2007 it decided to “reveal” itself as a beautiful, absolutely stunning silver white Dragon mimicking the Father, Ningishzidda. I wasn’t fooled by it, though this was its intention. The Master of Illusion eliminated all trickery. It didn’t expect this. The exposure of its ruse had angered it. But I didn’t care. These dramas are for the lower worlds. I was allowed to respect it for what it was however, with intention of a greater purpose in future workings. Neither of us want it to stop lying, it gets that trait from its Father. The same must be said of its enormous strength and vigor in both the battlefield and in love. Ferocity. Good. But it does need to learn how to trust us.  The tiger is the new symbol of the Son, you can see for yourself, all of this is out there to test and reveal for the curious occultist. With glistening, changing stripes like an LED electric cat, strung out on stardust and laced with Homo sapiens astralis sleepily awakening from the latest aeonic birth, the cat desperately struts along the path  between what is good and what it knows, not realizing enough about itself to trust the light of Ra, knowing far too much to give up what little it might have in exchange for possibility. When you’re the most handsome, magnificent, most powerful being in your own small space, how could you possibly understand or comprehend the sheer magnificence of those outside? The world of the child must be separate from the world of adults, (do not mistake this for the often disease-infested “households” that pass for “family” in this world generally.) but I am reminded of a basic parenting principle: parents should have their own hobbies and interests beyond the ken of children, so that the chylde may know there is something else beyond that they must strive towards. Few in the world can really offer that to this one, and he’s done it himself. This is the tragic and mysterious drama at the heart of the world today. 

abrahadabra ritual blood work VIAOV-ABRAHADABRA

Now, when one speaks of blood magick, they usually refer to the ritual use of blood as an offering to the Gods or Goddesses in a chalice or similar offering dish. The Abrahadabra Institute uses blood in a very particular way, circumnavigating the house or shrine with dried offerings of blood on tissues or paper is a very powerful ritual which will grant immediate effects; power and clarity as well as solar protection. It is very important that your own blood not fall into the wrong hands. This isn’t to say we should constantly be looking over our shoulder for people trying to steal tampons and bandaids out of our trash, however it is a good idea to make sure that it really does get thrown away if you cannot burn it. Burying is another option but I never liked the sound of that, too dreary and dark, ill befitting our solar aeon. Though I have never had a suspicion that the so-called Black Brothers were running blood drives in order to harness the energy of massive amounts of people, donating blood anonymously to a complete stranger is horrendous and for reasons any Magus will understand. This is to be avoided unless the person who you are donating to is known and you feel comfortable being linked to them for the rest of all time. That magick will affect you deeply. 

     I will now attempt to explain a very simple ritual which will take your out of the boundaries of your day to day routine and provide some interesting effects if you do it correctly.  The wind whipping up at the end of the ritual or birds singing sweetly during is a good indicator that there is success, however there may be other effects which spontaneously arise, these are to be read symbolically according to Liber 777 or your own doctrines. 
      First make sure you have an amount of blood enough to soak six or seven tissues. By the word of Ra Hoor Khut the best is menstrual blood, and second, breast milk. I can’t find a reference to Crowley’s views on the matter at the moment, but I believe the consensus that the blood of a child is semen came from him originally. I think that it’s flat-out wrong and I don’t believe Crowley wrote the Book of the Law at all. 

The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.”

Few, I think realize that milk is modified blood and too often the work is performed with semen instead which is wrong and signifies a misunderstanding of the force and fire of the star goddess and her consort. Blood “dropping from the host of heaven” also refers to blood taken from the penis and not semen. The sacrifice of semen is a ritual to the Goddess having to do with the ancient Magna Mater cults. The goddess is closely linked to death, which Had confirms by stating thus: “I am life and the giver of life, yet therefore is knowledge of me the knowledge of death” Here he is reinforcing the importance of the balance. Again do not misunderstand us, we are not here to discourage anyone from semen rituals, but if you want to have a good Key of Sol rite, that is not how it should be done. The sexual act itself is different, if male and female are involved as there is a competition for the egg which is what the God of War and Vengeance is all about so it may serve as a stand in when there is no blood or fire available but it is a poor substitute, better used for other kinds of workings. 

There is another use for blood and that is in the recipe for the so-called Cakes of Light which contain menstrual blood and are utilized in the rites of Ra Hoor Khut. An article will have to be published later on to explain how this is done although there are already many recipes available online from various Thelemic sites.

Mixing a recipe for Cakes of Light at The Abrahadabra Institute.

Once you have 5-6 tissues soaked in blood and dried, place them in your cauldron or censor and set it on your altar. Carefully light the first one, using a match or lighter, intoning ABRAHADABRA. Place the next piece in the cauldron and intonate VIAOV.  Give praise to your Lord Ra Hoor Khut, then Nuit if you so wish, though she is inferred in his name. Do this smoothly and quickly without hesitation. A sacrificial instrument such as a spoon is useful in arranging the tissues as they burn. Place each tissue into the cauldron one at a time, burning each one and intonating VIAOV and ABRAHADABRA interposed, so that the flames grant you a lively and strong fire. You may then use the smoke from this fire to circumnavigate the house you live in around the outside, forming a complete circuit.

Intonate VIAOV and Abrahadabra as you go along the outside and explain your wishes to them. After you finish walking around the perimeter expect a sign of success. Allow the embers to full burn out before bringing the cauldron or censor inside. If you have an open cauldron you may spend the few remaining moments to speak with the fire intimately. If the fire has burned out before you finish the circuit it may be that you burned it too quickly or took too long. You can extend the length of time it takes for the embers to die down by adding a charcoal briquette tablet, however this may take too long. A small handful of herbs may be added provided they are safe for burning. Stick with solar varieties: frankincense would be best. 
      The next thing you should do it carefully bury the ashes. They cannot be used for any other purpose, although they will not harm you. 
      Some of the uses of this ritual are for laying a protection spell around the house or shrine, making a bet, improving relations with someone, decimating your enemies, procuring good fortune and speaking with the gods (Especially Ra Hoor Khut) It may not work every time but this can be improved with practice. The ritual is at least guaranteed to get the attention of Ra Hoor Khut. If that is something you have been wanting especially for a means towards transformation and luxury in body, mind and spirit then do this ritual with grace and elegance. Ra Hoor Khut does not tolerate slobs or plain dullards so beware it can and will backfire on you should you treat with him in a spirit of foolishness or jest (unless you are actually able to amuse him in some way) Ra Hoor Khut is the eternal and trasncendent spirit of Air and the properties of mental acuity, quick-footedness and skill in war are his. Be warned he is a taskmaster. If you are a quick learner you will learn and grow fast especially in military matters. It is an excellent ritual for soldiers. 

Addendum: I should note that the proof is in the working itself. There is no special quality to the material itself – I have already warned people time and again that these are all tools used to manipulate our minds which are the true source of any and all magick. Generally speaking for most individuals the symbology here will almost always have a wholesome effect. You can substitute other items in place of blood and fire, but don’t try to kid yourself into thinking you truly know your own mind. If you do not get results try using a more conventional method. We’re trying to ignite mind here so be sure to operate based on that principal and don’t fetishize specific substances in an of themselves. That is idolatry.