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Post by Jason X. Gehenna on Jul 22, 2014 22:01:34 GMT -6
I was sitting around in a hotel room, studying for an exam when I started to get persistent mental images of bullets and medieval weaponry hurtling towards me. I would mentally will them away, deflecting them off to the side. The weapons began to become more persistent in and of themselves, in that if I deflected them, they would begin to pursue me. I would will them to shatter into pieces, but then the shards would launch themselves at me. The weapons were obnoxiously durable. It took a lot of effort to destroy any particular projectile, and once I succeeded in that, another would soon replace it. They seemed to be targeting my Visudha, or Throat Chakra, and if I ignored them for any significant amount of time, a steady physical pain would begin to accumulate in my throat. I used a traditional diminishing mantra series (Abracadabra, Abracadabr, Abracadab…) to stop it, whereafter I went to sleep. It was peaceful for a while, but that night, after I had driven home, the onslaught resumed. My gut said I had been execrated. I began to meditate after destroying a small axe, willing myself to see the curse in its entirety. It appeared to me as a massive, bilious black cloud floating above my house. I attacked the cloud with runes, mantras, and fire energy; it was also quite durable. I broke the energy into pieces, but the shards continued to act towards my vexation, so I envisioned Kort’Thalis, which I made to feed upon the energy. The process of fighting the curse was very physically exhausting, but the weapons were getting somewhat less potent. As another axe flew towards me, I tried to return it to its source, and succeeded. I saw a man I couldn’t recognize, and I sent the axe back into him. He was not very durable. I assaulted him with runes, mantras, fire energy, and his own arsenal. The curse continued to besiege me, despite the misfortune experienced by the owner. It occurred to me to use the Angle of Orange Air, which managed to abate the execration long enough for me to reinforce my aura and tend to my Visudha. I took a piece of paper and drew runes to catch energy, sigils to alter it, and symbols to repurpose it towards the construction of that galactic empire that the Order of Nine Angles is always on about. The curse finally ran its course today, day 3. I’m not sure what form of suffering I would have incurred if I were to allow the damages to accumulate inside me, but I guess I won’t have to. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to burn this piece of paper while I read the Eight Enochian Key. You know what, I think I’ll read the tenth too. Happy Hunting, ladies and gentleman. The void approacheth. Attachments:
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Post by Padowan on Apr 1, 2015 8:53:26 GMT -6
Image received while in dream state, as the best my drawing ability can emulate.
A rectangle and a blade. I was aware of this image during sleep and upon awakening around 1:30am. Before sleep I stated my desire to obtain paid work as a writer in a particular field I enjoy. I received this image with instruction and a descriptive of the image as a representative of 'courage.'
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Post by Padowan on Apr 1, 2015 9:46:09 GMT -6
First attempt at a Sigil with steps in its evolution.
All feedback is welcome.
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Post by dragamundi on Jan 2, 2018 5:54:57 GMT -6
I would really love to write all my thoughts about this sigil, but this is only one of the versions, and i am myself in a process of digesting and.. whats the word..whats the word.. CONTAIN what this could be. I am of the personal believe that things have a way of becoming whatever people make of them. But i can say on a "surface level" perhaps, that the figure inside the enneagram, partially resembles the Myrmeleon insect. The "ant-lion" (its not an ant). The myrmeleon has always struck some sort of fascination in me. They start off as a monsterous little devil, digging traps that other insects cannot escape, waiting on the bottom to devour them. After this, it undergoes an amazing transformation and becomes a beautiful flying insect. This is not all meaning that i myself find in the figure, and although there are nine letters in "myrmeleon", this is not the only reason for the nine points, i feel i can elaborate more another time. I feel this is deeply tied to other of my rites, and that this in part has to do with transformation, tearing down walls, and passages through gates. The words in the black circle spell: TIAMAIT* UR* (kinda wanted it to have been "URU", but it felt like "UR" and so thats what it is, a very special word for me)* ANUNA* DAGAD* MUMMUM* REVOSOVER* NIGURAT* I am, as said, still digesting this, and probably vice versa. But i consider the words not just words but also names. I consider them to be both. I do not really want my ritual to spill too much online (if any one remembers me from years ago, it was a rite in itself for me to present my rites and workings online, but i reached a point where i clearly felt that doing so, parading it, became a mechanical task. I even reached a point where i stopped doing the rites (one never REALLY stops but you know what i mean) because they also felt forced and mechanical. Some years passed and in 2017 i rose again). Perhaps for the first time, i am keeping my rite a little shut from the outside in order to keep it as open as possible to the inside. Anyway, not gonna taint the sigil with my petty translation of what it is. It is art. Thanks for looking and hails. Hoping to see this art section in action IA! IA! KTULU FTAGN!
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Post by atinama on Jun 1, 2018 11:54:17 GMT -6
So this past March was a turning point for me. I've formed a black hole within, I've tapped into the power of the hypercube. Saturnian wisdom floods mynd and the kundalini isn't going away, it's only propelling me ever further through the depths of thee outer wastes. One of my most intense channelings around that time I was approached by a vampiric looking slimy bat creature with a bug-eyed nerd face, looking like it was from a cave or something. This thing stuck around in a shadow and wouldn't go away. Not like most of my visions that are fleeting. Then a little while after he disappeared I was given this, it stuck itself right out in the open, with no chance of going away until I drew it out on paper. This sigil I found out was given to me by Tsathoggua, whom I didn't even know existed until after someone told me that's who's writing it looked like. Now, I've been worshipping Cthulhu for a while before this happened. Something about Cthulhu has definitely called me. The subconscious titan of the awakening of the new age has me entranced in worship of it, and I barely even read Lovecraft, now of course I have been since the madness has been infecting and initiating me. Then I find out the vampiric bat thing was a nightgaunt. Now I'm reading the Cult Of Cthulhu Bible and it has the alphabet which is used by Tsathoggua worshippers, which I have found myself doing... including Tsathoggua into my worship. Here is the Sigil of Tsathoggua... What I want to find out is about how the adepts approach Tsathoggua? Thanks
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