I'm an eclectic chaos magician in Chicago who works with Maat, Babalon, Eris, and Nuit. I practice, experiment, theorize, and teach.
Please feel free to introduce yourself! ^_^
Please do!
Seriously, my patron dieties are Maat, Babalon, and Eris, so I'm obligated to tell the truth, I won't be ashamed to admit anything, and I won't care how crazy it sounds!
Just in case you're a kinky person like me...
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Mysterious sighting… a field of some sort of crop with many thin individual plumes of smoke coming up. Like the smoke from incense in a windless room, but 20’ high in a field
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Deification & Defecation
Our ancestors evolved to the taking of life internally, taking within us the processes of death, putrefaction. All subsequent animal evolution has been various refinements and elaborations upon the technology of consumption, putrefaction, and defecation.
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Anonymous asked: Did you work with the four fundamental forces in Chaos Magick?
I have not.
You’re talking about gravity, electromagnetism, strong and weak nuclear forces, yeah? Sounds like it could be interesting but not something I have worked.
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Another bit of found ephemera to work with. Found a few months back. Have carried it for strength
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Made an impromptu shrine to commune in meditation…
Received instructions…
The state of this figure is not specifically about primates. The symbolism is the energetic body within the body: the body as shell or mask. An inner black energetic body was plainly visible within the figure during meditation. Its appearance reminded me of the black figures on crossing signs, except the body was full of stars.
The meditation turned to instructions to make a mask that obscures my features in blackness and then to use that mask in mirror meditation. The mask should be made by wrapping my head in plastic wrap, except for my mouth and chin. Then having someone haphazardly lay paper strips, string, twine, all coated in plaster mixed with black paint or dye. This is the next step in this work.
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Chimp Magick?
I found this little dude on the sidewalk while talking chaos magick with a new friend:
I woke up this morning from a dream of a giant benevolent chimpanzee face in the sky… hrm…
Edit: I originally wrote “monkey” when it clearly says “chimpanzee” on its butt.
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From the Mass of the Dead God
(a work in progress)
… leading up to this moment is a symbolic self-slaying sacrifice of the magician to become worthy of carrying the divine light …
MAGICIAN:
I stand before the veil of heaven. I seek communion with the Divine.
[The HIEROPHANT emerges from the VEIL wearing a mirrored MASK]
HIEROPHANT:
There is no God here.
MAGICIAN: (Next portion is adapted from Nietzsche)
Where has God gone?
HIEROPHANT:
I shall tell you. God is dead. We have killed him - you and I.
MAGICIAN:
But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea?
Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the horizon?
What did we do when we unchained this earth from its sun?
HIEROPHANT:
We are perpetually falling, backward, sideward, forward, in all directions. There is no up or down left. We are straying through an infinite nothing. We feel the breath of empty space. It has become colder and more night is coming on all the time. Lanterns must now be lit to push back the darkness.
For God is dead and God remains dead.
MAGICIAN:
[Addressing the CONGREGATION]
And we have killed him.
How shall we, the murderers of all murderers, console ourselves?
That which was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives.
[Takes up the KNIFE]
Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves?
What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent?
Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us?
Must not we ourselves become gods simply to seem worthy of it?
[Returns to the veil to face the HIEROPHANT]
I must have the Truth.
HIEROPHANT:
Even if there is no Truth? You would violate even the sanctity of death? You would rend the corpse of God?
MAGICIAN:
I would have the tongue whose word manifested the world.
The HIEROPHANT steps aside and the MAGICIAN approaches the VEIL
MAGICIAN:
[Holding the KNIFE aloft]
God is dead, yet God is death. In this aeon even death may die.
OFFICER OF AIR:
[Raises the SWORD and proclaims]
Nothing is true!
OFFICER OF WATER:
[Raises the STAFF and proclaims]
Everything is permitted!
MAGICIAN: (Invocation of Chaos from Mass of Chaos B)
OL SONF VORS G GOHO VOVIN VABZIR DE TEHOM QADMON.
ZIRDO L IAIDA DS PRAF A LIL
ZIRDO CIAOFI CAOSGO MOSPLEH TELOCH
PANPIR MALPIRGI CAOSG.
ZAZAS ZAZAS NASATANATA ZAZAS!
The MAGICIAN stabs into the curtain and cuts downward. The OFFICERS OF AIR & WATER pull the curtains of the VEIL aside and secure as needed. Beyond the VEIL is only the LANTERN with a single candle burning inside it. The MAGICIAN approaches the LANTERN, takes it and holds it aloft.
HIEROPHANT:
You have the Truth. Source of light; source of life; source of liberty: a tiny uncertain flame guttering in a greater darkness.
There is no special plan for this world. This life is but a series of accidents.
This is the miracle of incarnation
MAGICIAN:
[Steps out of the VEIL with the LANTERN and addresses the CONGREGATION]
How do we answer this frailty? With love, as the darkness loves and holds the light.
[MAGICIAN returns to the HIGH ALTAR or THRONE, sits with right arm holding the LANTERN aloft. The STAFF is placed between their legs and is given the SWORD]
I am alone. There is no God where I am.
The OFFICERS take their places in front of the opened VEIL. The HIEROPHANT moves behind the MAGICIAN. The ACOLYTES hand out candles to the CONGREGANTS and guide them for the COMMUNION.
COMMUNION begins. CONGREGANTS take turns taking a candle from the ACOLYTES, going up to the OFFICER OF AIR and breaking off a piece of the BREAD, dipping the BREAD in the CHALICE of WINE held by the OFFICER of WATER, and lighting their candle from the LANTERN. Communicants return to the congregation to stand holding their lights. ACOLYTES can communicate after all other CONGREGANTS have done so.
When the COMMUNION is complete, the OFFICERS OF AIR AND WATER return the BREAD and the WINE to their respective ALTARS and take back their weapons from the MAGICIAN.
MAGICIAN:
Looking through the flame I see, as in a mirror,
a formless shade of divinity rendered from stale infinity
Perfection transcended in attaining imperfection
the miracle of incarnation.
For we are the self-slain God and from our chests we have plucked the sun’s fire
that we may bask in this light for a moment
The ritual may conclude by all extinguishing candles or uniting the flames in a greater fire.
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SARTANCH ritual solo performance
Ain performed the SARTANCH obliteration ritual tonight on my own. Ain wrote out an embarrassing and shameful memory and then, on my left arm, wrote “My Arm” with an ink pen. Ain then put on pink noise loudly through headphones, and began repeating “SARTANCH” while scribbling over the words on my arm. Once those were obliterated, Ain put the pen in my left hand. Fairly quickly Ain felt a presence in my arm. At first it poked randomly at the page before starting to make wild movements. The tip of the pen tore a whole in the page and Ain had to calm it down and control it with my free hand somewhat. Once the message was completely obscured, my hand stopped on its own, gripping the pen tightly as if ready to pounce on another expression. Ain scrubbed off the mark where the words “My Arm” had been and banished with laughter.
http://niaskotl.tumblr.com/post/177447221436/sartanch-obliteration-ritual
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Further revelation of the nature of SARTANCH, as its nature is the act of obscuring, as if to scribble over writing or pile rocks onto a corpse, it takes the thing obscured into itself as an offering and takes on the distorted shadow of each of these offerings.
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SARTANCH Obliteration Ritual
This obliteration working calls upon SARTANCH from the Grid of Spirits to erase a target pattern or memory. It may be possible to not only erase the memory but the event itself from history. This is an experimental EMK working and must be performed to refine its uses and effectiveness.
Ritual setting should include a method to produce loud chaotic noise. White noise, the din of loud conversation, erratic music, etc. You will also need a ballpoint pen and paper for sigils. The pen will be used to write on both paper and skin, so test apply writing it on your skin and make sure it can be simply cleaned off with water or soap+water. A wet washcloth should be handy for this purpose. This ritual may be performed as a solo working or with a group. If working in a group, an individual should be selected to invoke SARTANCH.
Begin by having all participants create sigils to express the idea, habit, memory, pattern, or event that they wish to obliterate. One may also simply write out in plain language an expression of the intent. (Experiment will be needed to determine which approach is most effective).
Next, on the magician that will invoke SARTANCH, write their own name across their chest where they can see it. If working solo, write your name on your non-dominate hand or arm.
Begin whatever method of loud noise production you have selected. If working in a group, everyone not invoking SARTANCH should begin glossolalia. The invoker should feel themselves being swallowed up in confusion and inky blackness. As this builds, begin using the pen to scribble over the name written on the skin until it is no longer decipherable.
Successful invocation will be indicated by spasmatic movements, coughing fits, as if to speak and failing, or constantly clearing of the throat. Random aborted motions and gestures are also an indication of success. If working solo the practitioner should keep this invocation localized to the non-dominate hand as best as possible as one will need some degree of lucidity to banish later.
One by one the sigils or writing produced previously should be given to SARTANCH to be obliterated by scribbling over them. Once a sigil has been obliterated a time should be taken to focus on the resulting mess of lines scribbled over the previous expression.
Once this is complete, the inked marks upon the skin should be scrubbed off and the magician’s name repeated to them until they return to themselves. Banish with laughter or other method preferred by the magician.
Reference for SARTANCH: http://niaskotl.tumblr.com/post/177390588611/sartanch
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SARTANCH
The moment of failure before creation: the pen that fails to write, the words stuck in the throat, the scream that won’t find breath. In these is Sartanch.
The chaotic scribbling with the pen to make the ink come, the stuttering and choking, the panicked breath, the same act of failure is also the act of unmaking. The scribbles cover the writing, obscuring what was there, the manifestation of Sartanch. Obliteration of context, leaving an inky form of uncreation of uncertain form. A draconic form of shifting lines.
(The name “SARTANCH” was discovered during an EMK working.)
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A vision of small creatures dying. Glassy eyes stare. Blood thickening. Skin tightening. On loop it runs behind my eyes. I sit alone.
I repeat, “When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone, when everything you have ever wanted is finally done with, when you are calm and joyful and finally entirely alone…” and a joy settles over me with the sadness.
I am alone. There is no God where I am.
And the sounds of insects fills my ears and a vision of the deaths head moth settles onto my clasped hands and twitches its wings. My heart sinks further and tears come. This is essential to my work. To love and to watch it come to its end and sustain the courage to love still.
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This journey of the Mass of Thanateros, now renamed the Mass of the Dead God, has been one of the most difficult works Ain have taken on and has been beset by the most hardships. From the beginning it has been a ritual about pain, death, vulnerability, and the will to love life stripped to its bare fragile nature.
The first run of the ritual was largely a success and the second a profound failure. Ain know that it must be performed again, though after this last run it is about the last thing Ain want to do. This time Ain must be in the most vulnerable position, that of the magician becoming the hermit…
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There is nothing like watching something you love die to inform you of the fragility of life and our meager power over it
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