Our whole civilization is dependent on electricity to function. Currently most electrical power is generated by conversion of heat from burning largely carbon base fossil fuels.
If something happened to prevent the availability of electricity, our current civilization would be energetically crippled and everything that uses the power from it. Given the vulnerability of electrical distribution system, it would be wise to research and alternate energy modality to be available.
I am proposing that intense research be started on Magnetricity that will provide clean carbon free, cheap and effective replacement for thecurrent dependency on electrical power.
The term Magnetricity has been coined to describe this new venue. While Electricity is described as the flow of electric monopoles, then equivalently, Magnetricity is defined as the flow of magnetic monopoles. There is much evidence in the literature that in one cubic inch of this energy (some call it the Ether or Zero point energy) could power the whole world energy needs for a year.
History of Electricity
About 250 years ago Benjamin Franklin flew his kite with a wire during an electrical storm and a pulse of energy came down the wire and sparked on a key to the ground.It is rumored that he said “Hey this is good energy they called electricity and we should do something to harness it for our use.”
Since then, hundreds of experimenters came along and started playing with this new energy called electricity; men like Voltaire, Ohms’ hertz, Faraday, Marconi, Edison, Tesla, Deforest, Gates, up to the present day produce super electronics in Silicon Valley. Something similar to this evolution process from Franklin to Gates must take place, super fast, to get Magnetricity ready to take over all the jobs the electricity does now.
Historyof magnetic monopoles
P A MDaricproposesthe existence of magnetic monopole in 1931 . but it was not well received by the scientific community at that time. Later, Freeman Cope from Naval research labs, 1978 to 1981 designed many experiments that could be used to demonstrate the proof of magnetic monopoles. Then, in 1984, Phillip S. Callahanreported detecting magnetic monopoles.
Since then much of the doubt as to their existence is gone but there is just a shortage of investigators working with them.
In this proposal, I will suggest many experiments that could and should be run to explore the potential of this new electrically independent energy source that I called Magnetricity.
I am proposing to establish an Institute to support the new Voltaire,Faradays, to new Gates-like scientists, to bring Magnetricity up to speed. We do not have much time. I believe that what took 300 year to evolve with electricity we can accomplish in about four years or less .We already have the path to follow use for electricity and don’t have to guess what come next.
Urgency, time is short
Major changes are now taking place in the sun and our solar system.Every planet has experienced significant changes theirmagnetic fields and atmosphere. A strange light source is showing up on some planets, most of which are still not well understood. (“Strange lights on dwarf planet Ceres have scientists perplexed” <http://mashable.com/2015/02/25/strange-lights-dwarf-planet-ceres/#dZNci0BYgOqy>) Recently, many Satellite communicationshave been completely disabled from Solar flares. The Sun is acting very strange and is moving into a very strong magnetic plane of the Galactic ecliptic. This will cause more and more solar flares. Also, some say a magnetic pole shift is overdue, which would also destroy everything running on electrical energy. That’s why we need a “PLAN B”. Something like a renegade planet or largeAsteroidcould appear that could strip, or significantly destroy our ionosphere, which is a major source of electrons for our planet.
What We Know Now About Magnetricity
I believe that Magnetricity is the most powerful and fruitful source of energy in the universe. It is about 10 billion times more energetic than electrical energy. Dr Tiller and I believe it travels at C squared, and most materials are room temperature superconductors to it. The problem is to catch it, contain it, and direct it, into properly designed circuits and apparatuses for its use.
What we know now from Callahan’s work is thatelectrical conductors are insulators for the flow of magnetic monopoles, and electrical insulators are conductors for magnetic monopoles. For electron flow we need ohmic contact between conductors.
The electricity travels as small quanta of electric energy(electrons,) while with the flow of magnetic monopoles they travel as a wave front like microwaves, and as they travel they move through their conductors that act as wave guides. Also, as result, their energy field and do not need direct contact. With Magnetricity everything is just the opposite, in going from electron flow versus magnetic monopole flow. Conductors are insulators, and insulators are conductors. Capacitors will be inductors and inductors will be capacitors, tanks circuits and transformers will work just the opposite.
We have to learn the whole circuit dynamic over again to design useful magnetronic devices. That is the workwe have to do in our research institute. Then we will be able to design super energy devices and apparatuses far beyond our current technology can even project.
What We Can Do With It
We will be able to build magnetic batteries that will never need to be charged, magnetic flash lights that will never burn out,and use a magnetas an energy source and not a battery. Magnetic motors the run forever with an Over Unity of Infinity. Imagine magnetic computersthat operate ten billion times faster than the best electric computer today.Radio signals based on Magnetricitywill send a round trip signal to the nearest star that is 8 light years away in 2.5 milliseconds. The main advantage aside from all of these amazing possibilities is that they will all still operate after a pole shift or whatever natural phenomenon happens, that would cause electrical based devices to fail.
I’ve been advised by the Secret Chiefs ;) to release this small portion (2 out of 16 pages) of the introduction to Abrahadabra: The Anatomy of the Body of Light ahead of time. This work will be released as a series of volumes. The work is not completed yet, though a huge portion of it has been completed and we’re running way ahead of schedule. It will take some time before it is necessary to complete it. I have not been given a publication schedule yet and I am not allowed to know any other details yet when that date will be set. – Izi
Introduction to Abrahadabra: The Anatomy of the Body of Light by m1thr0s (Copyright The Abrahadabra Institute)
The manual that follows is unique and mysterious. There is nothing like it anywhere in the world, or I would not be compiling it at this time. Its subject matter is so austere and people so apparently oblivious of its principles that I had long ago resigned myself to unraveling its mysteries on my own initiative. There has always seemed to me to be very little point in attempting to solicit any support for this work, since it has been my experience that the very same people and institutions who are the first to tout the importance of new ideas are also the first to undermine them. Finding no organizations I could form any useful alliance with anyway, I resolved that any sufficiently important body of original metaphysical research would have little choice but to evolve by stealth. I have subsequently contented myself with being a free agent exploring a noble model on its own merits, with no social obligations attached. The situation has changed. Even the remotest of mystics cannot always remain aloof from the troubles that plague his world. Economic opportunism has accrued unprecedented wealth and power through the routine plundering of anything in its path. Suddenly it finds itself caught in a cowardly dilemma – what once seemed only a casual coincidence turns out to be an embedded truth: its very continuance altogether depends upon artificially induced strife and suffering. Corporate thugs are normally a rather stupid lot who until recently never fully appreciated the game they were playing and have only rarely enjoyed the carte blanche sanction of government. With the help of hired tutors they have finally figured it all out so that the economics of disaster are suddenly being perpetrated everywhere with extreme deliberation. Since the 1970’s alone roughly one third of all wildlife on Earth has been pushed to extinction with human populations falling hard on its heels, including whole nations and many millions of people. Synchronous to this stepped-up onslaught against non-essential life forms everywhere has come the systematic dismantling of individual rights and freedoms – the one thing they seem to fear above all others. Armageddon is upon us here and now and its architects are engineering it from the highest levels on down. In the face of this long anticipated evil we are left stunned and disbelieving, while a callous criminal elite pursues its genocidal agenda with murderous precision. I needn’t invent such facts as these. No sane person would believe them if I did. It appears that the story of humankind’s inalienable birthright must be told sooner than later, whether people are ready to hear it or not. I am, in many respects, reticent to reveal it in advance of its perfected mastery, though it is physically impossible to exploit it for foul purposes. If I do not disclose these facts, there exists a very real possibility that they will fail to be understood in time to make a positive difference of any kind. I also appreciate that many people have been haphazardly seeking out this cosmological master key without necessarily understanding its form. This creates an additional incentive for me to come forward, since I have always felt that a subject matter of this magnitude should be dealt with by as many good minds as could be drawn into it and not be left to be sorted out in tortured isolation. Although it has been the habit of Hermetic Alchemists to keep their esoteric secrets to themselves, there comes a time when even reasonable habits must give way to other prudence. We have entered into the Information Age carrying a great deal of excess baggage.There are players in this drama who have dug their heels in hard against any prospect of conscious evolution, who would (if they could) usher in a great Dark Age instead. In the face of such insidious aggressions, an enhanced self-awareness is inevitably one’s best (and perhaps only) possible defense. It would be an easy matter for me to play to the popular media in ways it both expects and (more often) demands. I could easily claim to have received the following cosmological blueprint in a dream or a vision or via some alien intelligence from a distant galaxy or any one of a thousand other childish scenarios aimed at bolstering my credibility with those who are unable or unwilling to scrutinize ideas according to their intrinsic merits. There would even be a certain amount of truth in this since I have drawn to powerful spiritual forces in the development of this technology that have almost certainly assisted me in unseen ways. But the bottom line is that what I have arrived at I have arrived at the hard way, through asking a lot of very difficult questions and insisting upon their answers, by taking the risks that needed to be taken and adhering to the rules that needed to be adhered to. The end result is a model of transcendent reality that hides from nothing and has no fear of being scrutinized, built upon falsifiable proofs where other models are built upon hearsay and hand-me-down traditions long ago stripped clean of anything so menial as deductive reasoning. While the star-theory of human evolutionary potential has actually been with us for a very long time (albeit masked in diverse ways), there has never been a comprehensive accounting of the anatomical properties that could render this anything more than a metaphorical allusion. This manual plugs that fatal gap and goes on to outline a concise methodology of star-body distillation and assimilation. Its value will not diminish over time and no other teaching on earth trumps it. It lays out a comprehensive visualization technique for realizing the Body of Light at levels never before attempted in such a comprehensive manner. It defines what the human *star* is and how it can be brought to bear in human experience on a daily basis. It affords all human beings a tangible model of perfection, which can be seized upon both intellectually and physically. It provides a detailed systemic for analyzing and simulating that supreme perfection, such that all rational people will have some concrete way of confronting it devoid of internal contradictions. It combines *right thinking* with *right action* to such a high degree that it will at first seem utterly impossible to achieve, yet over time will be seen to be so profoundly accessible as to completely overwhelm all other concerns and hesitations. It is a form of meditation principle and practice expressly tailored to the here-and-now, whose immediate relevance to the human condition can be expected to last indefinitely. The model presented in this manual is not in conflict; neither with itself nor any other viable reality construct of any kind. Its task is to define humankind on a universal scale and nothing less. It will eventually be vindicated as the Philosopher’s Stone, a direct emanation of the wisdom of antiquity come full circle into the present to pave a solid pathway to the future of humankind. Its parallels are identifiable everywhere one might happen to look, yet nowhere is its exact form anywhere to be found. It is the product – not only of a single lifetime – but many generations of intensive self-inspection, stretching all the way back to the roots of civilization, as we know it. It amounts to an expert distillation of the world’s store of esoteric wisdom. It requires no specialized belief system to explore its tenets and is inherently opposed to none.
Ed Note: Aspie types will notice the quote in the picture above which I created for this article is from Liber Tzaddi, but is “misquoted”. It is actually very close to the original text before an editor “corrected” the original. m1thr0s found this to be quite poor form as articles in Class A are never to be altered by human hands and may only be altered through direct contact with a member of A.’.A.’. so high in stature they may be considered beyond the comprehension of even adepts. I could not even locate the original version as I was unclear if it was in the Grady McMurtry reprint of The Holy Books of Thelema called “ΘΕΛΗΜΑ” but I went ahead and altered it by connecting to source – if you are in possession of the original Crowley or McMurtry printing please touch base at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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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
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.
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.