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I am looking for people that make music to collaborate with for a project. Harmor is a VST plugin that is native to FL Studio and Harmor can do this really cool thing called image synthesis. You can drag a picture, ie a sigil, into Harmor and then it will turn it into sound.


I want to take the sounds of the sigils of all of the DKMU godforms and use each of them individually in a track dedicated to that godform.

So I have been seeing several articles the likes of this one around facebook in the last several days:


http://www.theguardian.com/fashion/gallery/2015/sep/28/chaos-reigns-10-ways-to-get-the-chaos-magic-look#img-1


We did. We affected consenus reality.


Now how should we capitalize on this achievement? Because we really should.

There is a thoughtform I have created that I nearly forgot about and got a visit from the other day. He is an entity that became self-aware during a Pathfinder campaign. (Pathfinder is like Dungeons and Dragons) His name is Little Shizzeksloop or Shiz for short.
He wears a red hood and cloak. Has an amulet of a fist around his neck. Has claws on his hands. He is a half-elf sorcerer of an infernal bloodline. His skin is dark brown like the color of a deep tan. He usually talks in a ghetto accent. He can be aggressive very fast, like in your face aggressive, if angered. But normally he is cool and collected....even when he is mad and in your face. Most of the time when he is in your face it is just a threat also. He is very fun to be around.

So. I am trying to expand this thoughtform. I was wondering if any of you may want to invoke or evoke him and report your findings. I would be very much so appreciative. Thanks.


I know that he can accept "quests" but something has to be in it for him too. Exact terms are subject to discussion. Also he likes kool-aid.

So I was reading Liber Sigillum, the thing about the DKMU godforms, on scribd......as I was reading it I was able to make contact with every one of the different godforms.

Now I am really wondering why the Liber said it is impossible to invoke Conjunctio. I actually did. It required me to forge the union of the Red King and the White Queen.

Also if I remember correctly it also said that it is impossible to invoke the White Queen. As I was reading the Liber I saw where it said that the White Queen is the pathways that a working may take and she always ends up at the Red King or something like that. This is the key to how I invoked her.

What I did was I asked the Red King for help in invoking her. Then I did a minor mental working to start the path and set that working to be directed straight to the Red King while I was invoking the Red King. It worked.

So when I was reading about Conjunctio it said that he is the combination of Red King and White Queen. So I invoked them both at the same time with the intent of forming an invocation of Conjunctio. For a couple of seconds right after I did that my upper body was thrust back, my mind went completely blank, and my mouth had flew open. It was just as the Liber had said...the mindstate I was in at that precise moment is indeed indescribable. But for that one second I do believe that I did successfully invoke Conjunctio.

So yeah, I was not going to do a introduction topic tonight but my first post was on the Ascension topic and it actually got my wheels spinning so here goes.

I have been on CMG on FB for a while now. So I am not new to Chaos Magick. Also not new to Magick in general. Too much fluff out there though so I tend to be a solitary practitioner. Mostly self taught also.

So I was raised as a Christian but had a mind that was too inquisitive and was too deep of a thinker to be bound by dogma. Had my period of questioning. Also surrounded by a lot of hard times in life. Basically was taken by cops to a mental place from college; which I really did not want to go to to begin with but it was what my parents wanted for me.

While I was in college I was doing more self teaching than I was going to actual classes. I skipped a fuck ton and immersed myself in my own interests online. I was in college initially Fall 2011 and I had been researching a lot since Winter 2010. The whole Mayan Apocalypse thing really sparked my interest and I have always been fascinated by the book of Revelation and Daniel's visions in the Christian Bible.

I tend to tell stories in an associative manner and not in chronological order since my left-brained memory is very associative based.

So then....after the college incident I was in a shitty motel for a while. Ended up being contacted online through a Duel Academy...aka YuGiOh forum by someone who claimed to be a Demon that knew me from previous lifetimes. We skyped a lot and he pretty much triggered a lot of my awakening. Turns out I was part demon. That was the source of a lot of my shit I went through growing up too. I was previously diagnosed with turrets. Turns out that was the result of me and my inner demon fighting for control so much in my earlier youth.

So the whole demon thing has been pretty relevant to me for most of my life. Ever have that feeling that you know this shit when you really do not know this shit.....like you know it on a deeper level and are totally just remembering it....well that is basically what my adventures with the demon I met on the yugioh forum was like almost the entire time. He was a cryptic ass bastard too. One of my best friends it turns out. We have hella past life history together.

So then....back to what inspired me to do this introduction tonight to begin with. The post on Ascension. The mysteries. And how it is all a journey. I posted as part of my reply there the phrase "learn, unlearn, and relearn" and I commented on the limitless options we have to do that. Well when I find something that vibes with me I do it, typically without even thinking and these things tend to find me...I totally do not find them. It has been like that for me most of my life. Everything has kinda came to me. A constant journey of continuous initiation. Now is no different. I have been more and more active with CMG lately and it has lead to me first hearing DKMU get mentioned followed by my curiosity and now me being here. My curiosity has always been a great deterministic factor in my life as well as my personal need to be free of all doubt.

So I am here. I hope to be able to contribute to the community. I have chosen for myself a new mystery to be immersed in and it seems that life has already initiated me.

The Journey

A journey of a million miles begins with a single step
Take the step
Walk the path
Relish the journey
Live the journey
Let the path become you
Embody it
Breathe it
Live it
Be the path
Be the journey
All else is illusion
Do not relish the journey
Become it


Deep, Long, and Untitled

I am bored
I am writing poetry
My next class does not start until 10am
Right now it just turned 9
I have nothing to do
But make these rhymes
You might call this freestyle
You might like to read prose
All I can say is that my heart knows
It is a cruel world
A tough life to life
There is balance in all things
You get what you give
The law of equivalent exchange
Just like in F.M.A
Held true in that show
And it holds true today
This is why the Golden Rule is starting to look more legit
In this cruel world
You truly do give what you get
Inertia
Energy
It can be neither created nor destroyed
Momentum moves us all about
But the status quo never seems to give out
Energy is shifted
Energy moves on through
When will true equilibrium be achieved
When will people learn to just do as they do
Let the wicked be wicked
And let the good be good
For there is balance in all things
So just do as you think you should
Everything has a counter
We might not know when or where
But one day equilibrium shall be achieved
Until then I will continue to not care
Equality
Ingenuity
These are all just ideals
Religion and land
Has got so many people killed
Wars and turmoil
Pain and strife
We all need something to cling to
To help us keep from taking our life
Ours truly is a miserable existence
But we must all press on
In the counter to this life now
Good awaits for those that overcome
So philosophical
But also so true
Newton's 3rd law
Says unto you
For every action
An equal and opposite reaction occur
What will you make of it
How will you view this cruel world
I have accepted the fact
That this life is miserable indeed
But there is balance in all things
And for those that make it
Good things await
And also fulfillment of all needs
Hopes and dreams are out there to be realized
All we have to do is open up our eyes
Grab the reins
Do not pass judgment on others
And carry on with our lives
Deep thought and deep waters
We are all in way above our heads
But there is balance in all things
So there is no need to dread
What comes up must go down
Good and evil
Right and wrong
Light and dark
None can exist without the other
Life is a trap
A paradox
A gateway to what might be to come
Death brings life
One door opens and something else is undone
For every bridge burned
Another bridge is built
Where will this life take us
And with what shall the next life be filled
Will the counterpart to this earth
Be filled with joy
Or suffering and pain
I know not
But I do hope for one day some piece of mind
Until that day comes
I will just wait and do what I do
There is no peace on earth for me
But I do have the next life to look forward to
Truly
Truly
There is balance in all things
When my time on this cruel world is over
I can only imagine what the counter to this existence will bring

Lies Never Hurt

Lies never hurt
Lies never sting
Until a person finds out the truth behind them

What people do not know will not hurt them
We humans
We go about ignorant
To the happenings of the world day by day

Why are there schools and teachers
To give us knowledge
When ignorance is bliss

They say knowledge is power
It is
Knowledge contains all the power and responsibility
And weight of the world one can bear

Knowlegde is the power to kill or let live
To teach or to withhold
To attain what one wants
Or to reach ones goals

But knowledge is not all it is cracked up to be
You can still get what you want or reach your goals
Without all the knowledge that people really should withhold

Lies do not hurt
But the truth cuts like a knife
The truth penetrates and stings like a two-edged sword
What people do not know will not hurt them
But what people find out can hurt the most

If ignorance is truly bliss
Which I believe it is
Then why do we have so many people that try to give us knowledge
And take away more of what is left of our innocence

Maybe they want us to suffer with them
To help them bear the weight of the knowledge that has been placed on them
This world needs less hurt and pain
We need to go back to the old ways
Of work and strain

All the technology in this world is just speeding up the process
The process of rotting
Of wasting the world away

Knowledge is power
A power far beyond measure
To be used for the positve
But more often it is used negatively

Ignorance is truly bliss
And lies never hurt
It is the truth behind the lies that devastates
And the newly given knowledge to another
That wrecks the world

Nothing

Nothing, nothing
The absence of all
But yet even nothing has a thing within
Is there really a nothing
Or is there just not a thing
Is nothing really what is seems
Or is nothing the essence of everything
Everything is made up of particles
Particles infinitesimally small
Particles that can hardly be seen
With anything at all
Anything begets possibilities
So nothing how much more
In nothing anything can happen
In nothing anything is possible
Everything and anything
From nothing it all comes about
With not a thing
There is everything
And anything
And it all
The essence of all being
The substance of all that is
Once nothing it was
Maybe it will be nothing again
Until that day
Until that time
When time will be no more
Anything and everything for us does lie in store
From nothing comes it all
From nothing everything began
For in that nothing that there once was
There came about all things known unto man
Because nothing is not just merely absence
The missing of substance
Or the lacking of all being
But in nothing there is all
Anything you can imagine
And anything you can dream
All things are possible
Within nothing everything exists
Nothing is not a thing but so much more
For all lies within nothing
All things there are
All things that are to come
And anything and everything there ever was
From nothing the universe began
And someday to nothing it may return

Status

What is on my mind
What is up in my life
Why does anyone care
About my pain and strife
People will be who they are
People will do as they do
So why would anyone go to the lengths
To stop caring about them
Only to care about you
Facebook asks me what is in my head
I do not tell it a thing
Other people I often dread
People who think others care
People who don't give others a second thought
What am I thinking
Wouldn't you like to know
If I showed my true feelings
If I told the world what I thought
Then I would be another victim of society
I would be another blot
Another crushed person
By the world and its ways
I would be just another number
In another place of captivity
No one would care
No one would ask what is on my mind
If they did it would be protocol
Policy
Just their job
They would not really care a bit inside
People are mean
People are jerks
People do not care
It is the same at school as it is at work
In the world at large every day
People do not care what you think or you say
Everyone's opinion is obsolete
Unless that one has the power to make it complete
We do not really matter
We are all just stats
In this systematic world
We are all just more math
We are the people
We are what makes things run
But the overseers do not care
As long as they remain number one
We need a reboot
Of this world and all of its ways
What is on my mind
Would not bring me praise
But praise is not what I seek
Compliments are not what I desire
I long for change
I am wanting of a fire
A fire to be lit
Under the arse of all those in power
A fire carried by the masses
A fire that holds some real power
I want peace
I want equality for all
I want the people to not be systematically oppressed
I want the same as us all
I am in conflict
A conflict with myself that never ends
I want to speak out
But I also want some resemblance of friends
I want to have a life
I want to be able to set a few lofty goals
I have a dream I want to live
But none of that dream involves the majority of the world
I want to be at peace
I want to have some rest
I want to be the same
I want to not be so different
I am caged in open air
My true being is locked within myself
I dare not show my real face
I dare not let him out
I am in captivity
But yet I am free
Captive of this world and all of its ways
But still amongst others every day
Others that do not listen
Others that do not care
Others that want people to listen
But do not listen to the next man themselves
I am imprisoned
I am chained up within
I just want to be set free
I just want a few real friends
I want people that I can be with
That have like thoughts and like ways
People that also are not like this world
People with which I can say
Say all that I am
Say all that I feel
With no fear of reproach
For only speaking what is real
I do not want to be put down
But I also do not care to be lifted up
I only want what is best
I only want a different world
I want liberty
And true justice for all
One nation under God
And not thinking it is above the world
I want a people
A people that realize what is up
A people that know things are not right
And the people that make all the decisions
Need to shut up
A people that knows
That all that goes on is not fair
A people that realizes
That they have some real power
A people that also does not want any more to be oppressed
A people that also see problems
That need to be addressed
No one really cares what is on my mind
Facebook
Twitter
MySpace
Or any others in that line
No one cares
But yet everyone gripes
We are all controlled by the system
We have no real life
No real life of our own
No where we can find peace
The only resting place for us
Is six foot deep
There is no real American dream
That vision has long passed
There is no hope for a better tomorrow
The powers that currently be
Would never let that pass
Pass into existence
All that needs to exist
Free your mind
Do not resist
Do not deny the inklings
The feeling in your head
That all is not right
That there really is something to dread
No one cares what is on your mind
No one wants to be a prisoner
But in this world we all are confined

Who I Am

Why do I feel as if the world around me is caving in
Why do I feel sometimes that I am my only friend
Why am I in such despair
Why have I, all of a sudden it seems, started to care

So much to do
So much to say
I just want to be me
I do not want to do as you say

I want to be my own person
I want to serve my own goals
I want not to bend to this world
I will not conform
I refuse
But yet there is too much at stake
Too much to lose

If I bend to this cruel world's ways
What will it do
What will become of me
I am becoming more and more serious and stolid everyday
Although it may not seem so, I am slowly dwindling away

That last line
It touched me
As I hope it has touched you
For I believe I may have well tapped my greatest fear
To lose myself to this world, as I am doing more so each day
Until my true being might disappear

If I resist I will be struck down
If I change I might well have been already
To be locked down, imprisoned as I am now
In a seemingly endless emotional torture
Or to be chained and put away
By the ever-looming shackles of society

To conform would be the easy way
But nay, as though it may be true, it is not the way for me
My way is full of grief, self-pity, and despair
My way is the way of the great
The thinkers, the poets, and all those who have truly achieved
Anything, anything at all worth mentioning, all the world-changers took this path

It is the less-trodden ground
It is not very well kept
But yet the grass is greener at the end of the road
It leads to wide-open pastures and still waters
Where I may drink and soothe my soul

I am weary and I am wary
Of many dangers lurking abound
I have faced many troubled times before
And as for now, though I may falter, I will stand my ground


Why

I am thirsty
There is clean water
I am hungry
There is plenty food
I am bored
There is a lot to do
I am lazy
I am sleepy
My life is easy
My bed is near
I am complaining
I am griping
But there is no one around to hear
But does it really even matter
Is what I am saying even true
I have all the things I need
But yet I am still searching for something more to do
Why do I act this way
Why do I not have the initiative to get more things done
Why do I so easily overlook
All the ways I could make things more fun
Why do I not look around
And see all I already have
Why do I take so much for granted
When I have so much more than others have
Why am I the way I am
Why do I do the things I do
This and many other things
No one can answer unto me or you
I wish I could tell
I wish I knew
Why things had to be this way
If I did
Then what I have done
May have done some more good
Why do I not see things
The way they should be seen
Why am I not focused
More on making a reality out of my dreams
Why do I wonder
Why do I care
Why do I want to know
If there are any like minded individuals out there
Why do I think
Think so horribly
About myself
And others
And this world
In all of its ways
Why do I stumble
Why do I fall
Why is it that in Pokemon
I had to catch them all
Why does the sun rise
Why do I not know what sound a yak makes
Why do I digress so
Why do I not think I have what it takes
Why is there a future
Why is there a past
Why can I just not be bothered
So that I can make the good times last
Why is the answer
And also the question
To answer all things
When you ask why
It starts a whole different kind of change
Why is life so troublesome
Why do I bother
Why do I care
Why am I getting so much sleepier
As I type in my chair
Why am I asking
Myself all of this
Why do I want to know
Is it really all that big
Why do airborne objects fall
Why is the sky blue
All the questions and more
I giveth unto you
Why is a question
A question that questions all things
What is your motive
Why is that as it does be
Why is this poem
Coming to a close
Why is the one question
The answer to which no one knows