Post by Magus Khems Master Plan on Aug 13, 2013 20:46:19 GMT -6
EXCERSIZE: with just dumbell, running and walking, pushups, curlups, in many forms. Progress- in 2 months went from a sickly fermentation phase of malnourishment to somewhat taller, still 'thin' but SOLID MUSCLE. I also swing punches with the dumbells.
DIET: Focus on protien. potatoes. peanut butter. oatmeal. grits. vitamins. Reefer and munchies means gaining more weight to burn off quickly. But, the ultimate catalyst of muscle growth is quite simply, syntha6. NExt month, 'muscle strengthening' capsules will be taken, all of this legal from a health food store.
MONTH 3 OR 4 is progressing steady.
I recommend focus on reptilian concepts of transformation, such as Sebek, or an alchemical solar/lunar working. I've so far successully kept to a androgynous focus on the magickal side of working out, invoking figures as Baphomet, boosted by the bornless invocation. Sometimes I may recite the emerald tablet.
On the side, I revere the great maw of nature and the One Thing, and the closest thing to it we can iconize on this green earth is the Ocean. I listen to the buzz of insects, which seems a fire of some kind. I watch birds carefully. Spiders adore my space sometimes.
I have, quite well started my 'spidery magicks' but its much simpler than previously contrived. Or maybe I just have a mind for it.
What do I see now? Well I do very evil things to people and repel any surfacing of pity. But am I evil?
Maybe.
But is that all? No.
I can be a loving mother, but how is that possible?! I'm a straight male.
I could be a housewife... WHAT?!
I could be a funerary mortician or an archaeologist.
Both deal in dead things.
When you see 'Leviathan' as the scaled surface of the universe, coiling in on itself in a grinding, rough shreding vortex, or when your conscious snaps for a split second to a 'murderous deathly howl, like seeing a melted face scorn you from a mirror, you realize your tapping into vastly volatile forces and I've even been able to witness such in their working. How about the burning flow of the river styx emerging from the heart plexus region? I had seethed rage one night (weeks before I saw a 'black knight with a magma river in his soul' in a dream) and cast a hex. Yog sothoth seemed to open up like a devouring, dragging blast of crushing fate changes and quakings, as if everything upward on a vertical axis from me snapped open like that infinite, all-moving mouth, a bright fire flashed, a seething infernal grip on my mind and two days later the person of interest witnessed juggernaut fury from their father and had legal problems.
DIET: Focus on protien. potatoes. peanut butter. oatmeal. grits. vitamins. Reefer and munchies means gaining more weight to burn off quickly. But, the ultimate catalyst of muscle growth is quite simply, syntha6. NExt month, 'muscle strengthening' capsules will be taken, all of this legal from a health food store.
MONTH 3 OR 4 is progressing steady.
I recommend focus on reptilian concepts of transformation, such as Sebek, or an alchemical solar/lunar working. I've so far successully kept to a androgynous focus on the magickal side of working out, invoking figures as Baphomet, boosted by the bornless invocation. Sometimes I may recite the emerald tablet.
On the side, I revere the great maw of nature and the One Thing, and the closest thing to it we can iconize on this green earth is the Ocean. I listen to the buzz of insects, which seems a fire of some kind. I watch birds carefully. Spiders adore my space sometimes.
I have, quite well started my 'spidery magicks' but its much simpler than previously contrived. Or maybe I just have a mind for it.
What do I see now? Well I do very evil things to people and repel any surfacing of pity. But am I evil?
Maybe.
But is that all? No.
I can be a loving mother, but how is that possible?! I'm a straight male.
I could be a housewife... WHAT?!
I could be a funerary mortician or an archaeologist.
Both deal in dead things.
When you see 'Leviathan' as the scaled surface of the universe, coiling in on itself in a grinding, rough shreding vortex, or when your conscious snaps for a split second to a 'murderous deathly howl, like seeing a melted face scorn you from a mirror, you realize your tapping into vastly volatile forces and I've even been able to witness such in their working. How about the burning flow of the river styx emerging from the heart plexus region? I had seethed rage one night (weeks before I saw a 'black knight with a magma river in his soul' in a dream) and cast a hex. Yog sothoth seemed to open up like a devouring, dragging blast of crushing fate changes and quakings, as if everything upward on a vertical axis from me snapped open like that infinite, all-moving mouth, a bright fire flashed, a seething infernal grip on my mind and two days later the person of interest witnessed juggernaut fury from their father and had legal problems.