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
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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. 

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      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. 

the abrahadabra institute symposium

Date: First Sunday of the month.
Time: 7-10 P.M. PST

We do this every year during the Fall and Winter monthly and it is always a lot of fun. Sometimes they are held at King Solomon’s Reef or Cryptatropa but we may also hold them at private venues. Anyone who is interested in The Body of Light, Thelema, Abrahadabra, Hermetic Alchemy, Satanism, Qabbalah or Eastern doctrines such as the I Chng is welcome here. We are focused on the Body of Light and its mastery. The Abrahadabra Institute is the only propagator of Mutational Alchemy teachings in the world, a hybrid branch of Hermetic Alchemy, which focuses on not only traditional Western Hermeticism, but also Eastern metaphysics, such as, but not limited to, Tantra, Taoism, Vajrayana Buddhism (Tantric Buddhism) and Sanatana Dharma. The hosts, m1thr0s and Izi Ningishzidda created The Mutational Alchemy Tarot. 

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Prasadam (food) and wine dedicated to Abrahadabra is offered for participants. 

If you wish to attend please RSVP here on our contact page and we will get back to you with the venue location and any pertinent details or updates.

We are also looking for ritual volunteers, if you want experience crafting rituals this is a great opportunity to learn from experienced ritualists. 

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With fall fast approaching our thoughts turn to the ancient Rites of Eleusis. Entheogens are an honored part of The Abrahadabra Institute’s traditions and we will be spending the remainder of the summer discussing various aspects of the shamanic path. The central figures in the Rites of Eleusis centered around Demeter and Persephone, and took place in the Spring, while initiates were inducted in September of the following year. The Greek Rites of Eleusis were eventually subsumed and supplanted by the Graeco-Roman Rites of Mithras, a Persian import with close parallels to antediluvian Assyrian religious rights, seen in particular with the twin gods Cautes and Cautopates who accompany Mithras. We find the twin gods reflected in the Akkadian-Assyrian-Sumerian figures of Laz and Nergal, predating Mitra in Persia by thousands of years.

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A later reproduction by Faucher-Guden of an original tablet depicting the god above and behind the scene as a lion, protecting the goddess Ereshkigal (Arabic: Allat) Queen of the Underworld who is shown suckling two lion cubs, probably Laz and Nergal. This underscores the popular ancient mystery of the eternal Goddess producing and reproducing with the dying God in an infinite cycle.

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The rear of the tablet reveals the form of Nergal (and Laz) as being that of the two chimera supporting the serpents on the Ningishzidda grail, and of Pazuzu. 

These warrior twins are also depicted in one of the ancient Middle-East’s constellations. Nergal had some connotations of Abrasax in his symbological associations as a rooster, an aggressive warrior-like animal according to firsthand Hebrew historical record, and the pair’s other symbolic animal, the lion, is closely associated with Mithraism in the godform Zervan or Aion. Nergal’s cult had died out by the time the Persian Mitra had become popularized but there is a thread of continuity visible to syncreticists in the nature of the details. Mithraeums, for example, are located underground reflecting his connection to the underworld, ergot may be a hallucinogen but it also causes gangrene to develop due to the restriction of the blood vessels at extremities (Nergal is a god of the underworld and pestilence like his close parallel or possibly his twin Laz or Pazuzu). For the Greeks who had been practicing the Rites of Eleusis for two millienia, these attributes naturally flowed with the narrative of Persephone being abducted by Hades. Therefore as the patriarchial age dawned the torch of growth and reason passed from the Mother to the Father. Demeter was all about agriculture, and with that mystery fully explored the attention of Mankind began focusing on political and social structure. Mithras is a god of contracts, friendship and love, but it is no secret it was a drug cult. possibly utilizing the red and white fly agaric mushroom inspiring the colors and nature our modern Solstice Sun God pater, Santa Claus. The death of the two millenia old Rites of Eleusis to the more masculine Rites of Mithras reflects the passage of the Aeons as defined by Aleister Crowley, from Mother Goddess (Demeter & Persephone) to father God (Mithras) and finally our current Aeon beginning in 1904 of Ra Hoor Khut as revealed by the Book of the Law, Liber al vel Legis. 
      Now it should be clear to anyone who has read this far that drugs have been with us for a long time, in fact they form the very foundation of Western Civilization, the greatest civilization on earth at this time (See Mushrooms, Myth and Mithras by Carl Ruck). I want to start by talking to people who have never ventured into the realm of psychotropic substances. There’s a lot of scare propaganda out there. Some drugs are completely worthy of their terrifying reputation, such as methamphetamine, various deliriants, barbituates, benzodiazepenes and others. Quite a few have been wrongly accused of  evil effects, when in fact they may hold the cures for many diseases, such as the recently redeemed Cannabis plant. (See Dr Sanjay Gupta’s article “Why I Changed My Mind on Weed at http://www.cnn.com/2013/08/08/health/gupta-changed-mind-marijuana/

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Cannibas Plant “New York Sour Diesel”
      Right now it is easier than ever to access exciting and legal substances. Some of these are dangerous and havn’t been looked at by the FDA yet, so caution is absolutely necessary, and in fact should always be your companion when playing around with the gateways and machinery of the mind. On the other hand, ignoring these tools and failing to learn about the tricks our mind plays on us and what it is capable of, is an even more dangerous mistake. Occultists especially ignore this area of study at their own peril. 
      If safety is a concern, and one lives in a place where cannabis is legal, this is one of the safest ways to begin experimenting with entheogenic practice and it is quite respectable in and of itself classically. Cannabis can be a trickster though, and not all highs are pleasant I must warn you. It can cause paranoia, drowsiness and many strange unsettling sensations and distortions to occur in the mind. Weed was legalized here in Washington State just over a dozen and a half moons ago, and the effects on our city have been quite interesting. People seem calmer and happier. Maybe it’s just my perception but with so many weed stores around all of that product has to be going somewhere. 
      Because drug laws are focused on the chemical makeup of the drug that is to be restricted, chemical factories have begun producing substances that have never before existed. By the time laws can catch up, the factories have already invented a new substance. Many of them mimic authentic Berkeley LSD and other famous drugs which don’t exist in the black market anymore due to the “success” of the War on Drugs. Some of them are dangerous because they cause hallucinations bordering on delirium. Both synthetic legals and regulated natural drugs may be purchased online at Shayanashop.com, a company based in the Netherlands (where the drugs they sell are completely legal). If a user wants anonymity they’ll need to use Tor and Bitcoin to access the deepweb markets. Many guides exist online to show a user how to do this, I won’t go into it here. 
      There’s a common misconception among occultists who are “clean” that the plant kingdom doesn’t have anything to add to their practice. Ignoring the fact that mankind has never existed in a vacuum and is constantly being bombarded with the effects of all life that it consumes, they say that there is nothing they cannot achieve without drugs. This is a false perception and should be refuted. I was taught and practiced magick from the time I was a toddler until I was twenty seven years old when I accidently encountered the effects of Datura stramonium. This is a very advanced plant with the traits of a delirient so it is considered to be very dangerous as it makes it nearly impossible to separate the illusion from reality. When ingested it’s also highly poisonous, but the skin transfer method filters out the deadliest compounds. Witches have rubbed its essence on their skin for centuries to “fly”. Even though this time honored method is saffer, one still has to deal with the dangers of tachychardia from the other elements in the chemicals of the plant. Strength varies widly from season-to-season, from one genetic strain to another.  Despite the dangers and some unpleasantness, it opened my eyes to the remarkable and indispensable effects of psychedelic substances. Fortuitously I was corresponding with m1thr0s at the time and using his mirrors. As world class expert on shamanic practice he was able to correspond to me a safe passage through the terrain of the delirium state I found myself in. Graham Hancock talks about a firsthand experience that is useful in this reading from his book Supernatural. 

      The mirrors of Mutational Alchemy are useful when sober, but take on an unimaginable dimension of power and authority over the mind when indulging in psychotropic substances of just about any kind. There’s really no point in bothering to study m1thr0s’s mirrors if you’re not going to commit right now to eventually viewing it on a psychotropic substance, for they are not complete without soma. Passage to realms beyond the abyss are within the grasp of occultists like never before using m1thr0s’s keys. Diagrams of the Sephiroth alone are not able to catapult one to union with Ain Soph Aur. People should be clamoring to utilize and possess the Adam Kadmon as revealed by The Abrahadabra Institute doctrine but they don’t understand it yet. If they understood anything about the Rites of Eleusis they would possess the wisdom to appreciate the gravity and power of the Adam Kadmon and Abrahadabra mirrors.  The biggest hurdle standing between the people of general Occultism and Abrahadabra is the psychotropic link. Once you partake in the true soma, a dimensional element kicks in that changes everything about the art of Mutational Alchemy. The mirrors dance – fake “mandalas” and most “visionary art” fade into dull mediocrity in comparison to the technical perfection of these mirrors. The Mutational Alchemy mirrors reveal themselves in the light of entheogenic practice as the keys to the doors of universal consciousness.  None of the visionary art of today can match it. 
      Make no mistake, the TwinStar and the Diamond can be used in everyday life and be very effective, but to truly understand their special importance one must see them on their own turf. We are not here to hold the hands of people unwilling to venture into such forbidden territory, they’d be best off sticking to their old ways and leave us alone. I issue this statement (and for some, revelation) only because to many people who would otherwise know what to do next, the mirrors do not make sense and they are unlikely to ever be anything special unless they are possessed of extraordinary sensitivity to power. Drugs, especially psychedelic drugs can open the floodgates to power and magick like nothing else can. No excuses can ever substitute for their physical power and force in activating the phenomenon that the Body of Light is famous for. The mirrors extend the high for hours longer, and often days longer than the drugs normally allow for, signifying that the drugs themselves are only acting as booster rockets for takeoff. The phenomenon you will encounter is actually the body of light in action. 
      The game that occult authors play concerning their neglect of entheogenic substances is dangerous and dishonest, and it should not be tolerated. We live in a world populated by vast numbers of species, and our consumption of lifeforms is a time honored tradition that must include the sacred psychedelic substances found in some plants. It is not authentic Hermeticism if we are willing to partake of the wisdom of the ancient Greek rites which included drugs. It should go without saying from this point on that The Abrahadabra Institute is not an organization for puritanical idealists bent on distorting Hermeticism to suit their own shallow views of the world based on misguided modern ideology. 

What Is it Like?

It’s very difficult to convey what it feels like to partake in the sacraments to someone who has never ventured that far into their practice. Many songs, poems and scripts have been written about the experience, directly and allegorically.  There are two main camps for drug users: the sacred and the profane. Both paths are useful in their own way and both can be dangerous. Black Sabbath’s The Wizard, Fleetwood Mac’s Gold Dust Woman, Sia’s Chandelier, and The Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face” are all discussing elements of profane drug use, aligned with the ancient cultural zeitgeist of Dionysus/The Bacchante. Like these songs, drugs were long associated with the symbol of the mad and wild woman, sometimes wrapped in the skin of a leopard, the beast of Dionysus, and sometimes accompanying a live leopard while carrying a bushel of barley or some other symbol of entheogens used in the cult. She is something akin to the infamous Iboga drug god mentioned in the earlier video by Graham Hancock. 

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Sacred drug use has just as long a history as profane drug use, and the two often overlap in society classically. However the modern age has seen a sharp decline in ritual paired with entheogens, and this has left mankind a state of perilous decay. Confucius, one of the great advocates for the I Ching believed that ritual was the binding fabric of mankind, that it served to unite them in civility and reasoned discourse. This idea echoes the goals of The Enlightenment with a special Eastern perspective, and one which we do not have to reject as threatening to Western values. Problematically it is common in the West today not to fuss about with unnecessary things, and ritual is often seen as unnecessary. This could not be further from the truth, considering that ritual can be the highest form of communication available to us, and just as Confucius believed, it does in fact unite mankind in civility when it is done with grace and beauty and behind a cause that is good and righteous. Ritual should not be left only to the government, military and the religious right, but should be adopted and adapted by all men to suit their beliefs, fancy and needs. 
      In the case of the Magus, the ritual must include entheogens from time to time, minimally once a year if they are to be considered serious about this work at all. This rite should bear little resemblance to the mostly useless act of dropping acid at a festival or smoking weed in front of the tv. Instead much care, focus and planning should go into setting up the area in which you will indulge in the time with the sacred. I will go into this in greater detail in my next article.