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#91
General Occultism / Re: occult comics grimoor
Last post by Moon1ight - February 25, 2020, 02:00:53 AMHi and thanks for sharing.
I've read it all, but this forum has very few other readers nowadays. If you want to reach a larger DKMU audience, see the Discord and the Facebook group.
Whom do I serve? Magick. "Just. Do. Magick."
I've read it all, but this forum has very few other readers nowadays. If you want to reach a larger DKMU audience, see the Discord and the Facebook group.
Whom do I serve? Magick. "Just. Do. Magick."
#92
General Occultism / occult comics grimoor
Last post by dosintheshell - February 24, 2020, 02:33:16 AMHi
I don't know how everything is arranged here, but I'll share it.
This is my little and humorous work in which I used elis
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dONVfC3K5GgMnWJq9dXgCdVwfdmDChWt/view?usp=sharing
#93
Networking / Re: Marauders in PA
Last post by Micherisy - February 21, 2020, 10:58:22 PMNow there kinda is. I mean I am kinda new around here (DKMU) land, but i live in PA, so i guess that counts...Maybe.
Pittsburgh PA to be more precise.
Pittsburgh PA to be more precise.
#94
Entheogens 101 / Re: Datura Inoxia
Last post by Micherisy - February 21, 2020, 10:50:01 PMThe feeling of not being able to breathe on the Hawaiian baby woodrose was probably the vasoconstriction associated with it. On Yopo its so intense it literally feels like you poisoned yourself and you are going to die.
#95
Entheogens 101 / Re: Hawaiian Baby Woodrose for...
Last post by Micherisy - February 21, 2020, 10:42:45 PMThanks, I am going to train my monkey to grow these seeds ( Rivea Corymbosa). Normally my monkey works with heavenly blue or Hawaiian baby woodrose My monkey likes having these plants just around in general. My monkey has an interesting relationship with them, as in being in the presence of the live plant gives a low grade effect some may call placebo but sometimes gets stronger, maybe my monkey is mad? My monkey likes growing these plants, hawaiian baby woodrose seems hard to grow in this climate though, but if this other plant works as well has heavenly blue or better, then maybe my monkey will grow both of those.
Is there much of a difference between heavenly blue and Rivea Corymbosa as far as nausea? My monkey noticed a drastic difference between heavenly blue and Hawaiian Baby Woodrose naseua wise at comparable effects, although my monkey gets a more overall sedated trance effect out of the Hawaiian.
That being said, back to the point, I can see the writhing in exstacy part with hawaiin baby woodrose, in my experience, (and have had similar with amanita and other more "intoxicating" psychedelics). that you either get "drunk nausea" or a "euphoria" depending on what your doing. A lot of the more nauseating psychedelics seem to have more mystical connections they want to do, and the more my monkey goes in that direction the better experience my monkey gets physically and mentally. I guess what i am saying is my monkey has similar experiences, and usually when it happens some sort of entity ends up involved. Like the thing he met when he blew some yopo up his nose.
Is there much of a difference between heavenly blue and Rivea Corymbosa as far as nausea? My monkey noticed a drastic difference between heavenly blue and Hawaiian Baby Woodrose naseua wise at comparable effects, although my monkey gets a more overall sedated trance effect out of the Hawaiian.
That being said, back to the point, I can see the writhing in exstacy part with hawaiin baby woodrose, in my experience, (and have had similar with amanita and other more "intoxicating" psychedelics). that you either get "drunk nausea" or a "euphoria" depending on what your doing. A lot of the more nauseating psychedelics seem to have more mystical connections they want to do, and the more my monkey goes in that direction the better experience my monkey gets physically and mentally. I guess what i am saying is my monkey has similar experiences, and usually when it happens some sort of entity ends up involved. Like the thing he met when he blew some yopo up his nose.
#96
General Occultism / Re: Reflections – Thoughts I c...
Last post by Ringtail - February 14, 2020, 01:11:20 AMAround the end of high school, I had what I might now term a vision (triggered by reading Liber Legis, actually, though somehow I failed to put that together at the time) which advanced my cosmology significantly.
I was familiar with the idea that Everything is identical to Nothing. It seems like I came by this more intuitively than rationally over the course of several years (~ages 10-15). Drifting to sleep while mulling over the injunction "Do as you will shall be the whole of the law," I envisioned a field of points, or vectors, all obeying that premise - essentially acting from randomness, or pure chaos.
Despite being emanations of chaos, they interacted to create order, forming streams which intertwined, melded, and sometimes clashed, causing their component vectors to scatter. (If two nearby vectors/streams are going in more or less the same direction, they're likely to unite, but if they're moving almost opposite it will take a lot of traction to make one of them reverse.)
The vision was building itself by more than logic. It had a color (honey gold), a taste (fiery tang), and an energetic fizzing quality that I described as being like fiberglass. It looked a lot like this:
It was extremely impressive and beautiful. I had thought order was unreal, something enforced on nature by mistake and that in reality everything was free and basically unitary (nothing). But here I was seeing complexity arise from freedom. Imposed order was explained too by a stream attempting to force conformity from smaller vectors. Sometimes this works and the smaller streams/vectors settle down and go quietly, other times they resist to the bitter end, causing disruption within the larger stream, slowing its momentum and causing it to tend to fray.
A stream that is moving fast becomes more unified and vice versa. The most powerful are like laser beams tearing across the field, blasting through oppositions and inspiring everything in a wide radius to join their victorious surge. Others are wide and sluggish with many internal conflicts (=inefficiencies); they have a hard time keeping their vectors from running off with something more charismatic.
It may be that each particle-vector is continually influenced by randomness/nothing/fuck knows/wherever its original motive came from. Or perhaps there was no origin and everything is deterministic. In any case, under this model a person does not have a True Will because a person is not a particle-vector (which just Is what it Is at a given moment), but a collective stream. The closest thing here to True Will is what I call Synchronization, which is a measure of alignment between internal vectors. It's certainly more fun to be part of a fast, efficient stream than surrounded by conditions which prevent you from getting anything done.
Identification is arbitrary. Most humans are neither singular nor isolated. It doesn't matter where the edges of one's stream lie in relation to skin, that which you care about is you.
(Perhaps True Will could be defined as "That direction which would result in universal harmony if every vector were following its True Will." But this could be accomplished in several different scenarios - it would look like some variety of endless knot.)
So, as streams, one basically has three options: Lean into another stream, condensing your and its power; fight it, causing disruption; or swim sideways and influence the direction of the other stream. Accelerate, block, wedge. There is also a more complex, back and forth sewing motion which can bring two streams together if you're convincing. A stream can get very clever in using its movements to affect others.
Major clashes send individual vectors shooting off at odd angles. The atomic particle-vector is almost powerless, but it is perfect. It flies free of right and wrong, following the sum of its surrounding influences at a given moment (desire -> action without attachment; love underlies will; this adaptable, outward-focused attitude is humility, the Fool). In essence, nothing is slowing it. If it can retain this synchronization while building mass, it will become a force to be reckoned with, but this endeavor is too complex to succeed rationally; a human-size stream can only accomplish it through intuition.
Final thoughts, and this is very new speculation (like.. yesterday): Although the particle-vectors are unitary, I don't think they are identical. In fact they're all unique. I believe a melding mechanism occurs under extreme pressure that is akin to the formation of igneous rock. Internal differences liquidate and meld together into a consolidated, universal view of reality. Humans experience this sudden clarity as the whole Dawn after the Dark Night thing. (Tangential hypothesis: the Difference between internal views is also retained in the new solid, adding something entirely new to the composition, from specifically Nowhere... the only thing that is the same across all reality, the transcendent will of Khaos...) Every time this happens, a new nature is formed by recombination. For a while, the synthesized product enjoys perfect synchronization and the weight to use it, at least until changing environmental conditions, affecting the stream unevenly, inevitably introduce divergence. (Again, making the point that a stream is not a person. When this happened to "me", my entire mind wasn't unified, only the conscious parts. I still had my bad habits, but I could treat them objectively.)
The identity which is dissociated from everything that is not in control, acting spontaneously with perfect synchronization, unbound and curious to wield power and utilizing soft methods of control, I refer to as Presti. I made up this word to denote its agility (Latin presto = quick, prestidigitation = quick-fingered), but coincidentally it is also a Slavic word meaning To Weave, used in the expression "presti vunu", "weave (black) wool", alluding to the performance of magic.
I was familiar with the idea that Everything is identical to Nothing. It seems like I came by this more intuitively than rationally over the course of several years (~ages 10-15). Drifting to sleep while mulling over the injunction "Do as you will shall be the whole of the law," I envisioned a field of points, or vectors, all obeying that premise - essentially acting from randomness, or pure chaos.
Despite being emanations of chaos, they interacted to create order, forming streams which intertwined, melded, and sometimes clashed, causing their component vectors to scatter. (If two nearby vectors/streams are going in more or less the same direction, they're likely to unite, but if they're moving almost opposite it will take a lot of traction to make one of them reverse.)
The vision was building itself by more than logic. It had a color (honey gold), a taste (fiery tang), and an energetic fizzing quality that I described as being like fiberglass. It looked a lot like this:
It was extremely impressive and beautiful. I had thought order was unreal, something enforced on nature by mistake and that in reality everything was free and basically unitary (nothing). But here I was seeing complexity arise from freedom. Imposed order was explained too by a stream attempting to force conformity from smaller vectors. Sometimes this works and the smaller streams/vectors settle down and go quietly, other times they resist to the bitter end, causing disruption within the larger stream, slowing its momentum and causing it to tend to fray.
A stream that is moving fast becomes more unified and vice versa. The most powerful are like laser beams tearing across the field, blasting through oppositions and inspiring everything in a wide radius to join their victorious surge. Others are wide and sluggish with many internal conflicts (=inefficiencies); they have a hard time keeping their vectors from running off with something more charismatic.
It may be that each particle-vector is continually influenced by randomness/nothing/fuck knows/wherever its original motive came from. Or perhaps there was no origin and everything is deterministic. In any case, under this model a person does not have a True Will because a person is not a particle-vector (which just Is what it Is at a given moment), but a collective stream. The closest thing here to True Will is what I call Synchronization, which is a measure of alignment between internal vectors. It's certainly more fun to be part of a fast, efficient stream than surrounded by conditions which prevent you from getting anything done.
Identification is arbitrary. Most humans are neither singular nor isolated. It doesn't matter where the edges of one's stream lie in relation to skin, that which you care about is you.
(Perhaps True Will could be defined as "That direction which would result in universal harmony if every vector were following its True Will." But this could be accomplished in several different scenarios - it would look like some variety of endless knot.)
So, as streams, one basically has three options: Lean into another stream, condensing your and its power; fight it, causing disruption; or swim sideways and influence the direction of the other stream. Accelerate, block, wedge. There is also a more complex, back and forth sewing motion which can bring two streams together if you're convincing. A stream can get very clever in using its movements to affect others.
Major clashes send individual vectors shooting off at odd angles. The atomic particle-vector is almost powerless, but it is perfect. It flies free of right and wrong, following the sum of its surrounding influences at a given moment (desire -> action without attachment; love underlies will; this adaptable, outward-focused attitude is humility, the Fool). In essence, nothing is slowing it. If it can retain this synchronization while building mass, it will become a force to be reckoned with, but this endeavor is too complex to succeed rationally; a human-size stream can only accomplish it through intuition.
Final thoughts, and this is very new speculation (like.. yesterday): Although the particle-vectors are unitary, I don't think they are identical. In fact they're all unique. I believe a melding mechanism occurs under extreme pressure that is akin to the formation of igneous rock. Internal differences liquidate and meld together into a consolidated, universal view of reality. Humans experience this sudden clarity as the whole Dawn after the Dark Night thing. (Tangential hypothesis: the Difference between internal views is also retained in the new solid, adding something entirely new to the composition, from specifically Nowhere... the only thing that is the same across all reality, the transcendent will of Khaos...) Every time this happens, a new nature is formed by recombination. For a while, the synthesized product enjoys perfect synchronization and the weight to use it, at least until changing environmental conditions, affecting the stream unevenly, inevitably introduce divergence. (Again, making the point that a stream is not a person. When this happened to "me", my entire mind wasn't unified, only the conscious parts. I still had my bad habits, but I could treat them objectively.)
The identity which is dissociated from everything that is not in control, acting spontaneously with perfect synchronization, unbound and curious to wield power and utilizing soft methods of control, I refer to as Presti. I made up this word to denote its agility (Latin presto = quick, prestidigitation = quick-fingered), but coincidentally it is also a Slavic word meaning To Weave, used in the expression "presti vunu", "weave (black) wool", alluding to the performance of magic.
#97
Chaos Magic & Beyond / Re: Strange occurences after r...
Last post by Moon1ight - February 14, 2020, 12:58:26 AMWhy should there be something wrong with you? If the events don't cause you problems, can you just accept them? I mean, More Magick in your life, isn't that what DKMU stands for?
On the other hand, if they do cause you problems, prevent you from sleeping or something, then we need to search for solutions.
Also "control how fast clouds would move" Wow! That is on a whole other level than flashes of light and even moving objects.
The weather? It's such a huge system, so much mass and inertia... I find it easier to believe that you have foreknowledge of how the clouds will move.
Control? Well, if so, it shouldn't be hard to find some uses for that. Clouds move by the wind, right? And wind moves by differences in air temperature. So it means that you increase the temperature difference between the place the wind is blowing the clouds from and the place it is blowing them to. You either make one place colder, or the other hotter or both.
I'm sure you can see many uses for controlling temperature. If that is true, you can convince any random group of people standing outside in the sudden warmth or cold that Magick is Real. That'd be flat out amazing.
On the other hand, if they do cause you problems, prevent you from sleeping or something, then we need to search for solutions.
Also "control how fast clouds would move" Wow! That is on a whole other level than flashes of light and even moving objects.
The weather? It's such a huge system, so much mass and inertia... I find it easier to believe that you have foreknowledge of how the clouds will move.
Control? Well, if so, it shouldn't be hard to find some uses for that. Clouds move by the wind, right? And wind moves by differences in air temperature. So it means that you increase the temperature difference between the place the wind is blowing the clouds from and the place it is blowing them to. You either make one place colder, or the other hotter or both.
I'm sure you can see many uses for controlling temperature. If that is true, you can convince any random group of people standing outside in the sudden warmth or cold that Magick is Real. That'd be flat out amazing.
#98
Chaos Magic & Beyond / Strange occurences after readi...
Last post by sonofsatan666 - February 10, 2020, 07:39:19 AMHi i noticed increased paranormal activity after connecting with the ancient ones. Lights would flicker if i am charged emotionally that happened also before diving into the occult.
Also i can control how fast clouds would move without any drugs
I would see a green light when i am in the time of need of help
I also see floting dots and flashes of light
Can anybody tell me what is wrong with me?
Things would fly across the room
I would see shadows when it is completely dark and my clock stops ticking
Also i can control how fast clouds would move without any drugs
I would see a green light when i am in the time of need of help
I also see floting dots and flashes of light
Can anybody tell me what is wrong with me?
Things would fly across the room
I would see shadows when it is completely dark and my clock stops ticking
#99
Chaos Magic & Beyond / Weird looking symbol in my min...
Last post by sonofsatan666 - February 10, 2020, 07:32:09 AMWhat does it mean? It came in my mind like a vision
Could this be a sigil? Could it be an alchemic symbol?
Thanks in advance
Could this be a sigil? Could it be an alchemic symbol?
Thanks in advance
#100
The DKMU Vault / Re: Soul Anarchy V (5th journa...
Last post by Ringtail - January 06, 2020, 09:36:34 PM751. Time loops might build roads.
My mother used to ask after dinner, "Who's going to build the roads?" as our dissociative nightly feast on the fruits of capitalism wound down and our mouths turned their action to circular debates. She would be exhausted, the way she was always exhausted at the end of the day with little space left in her brain for questioning the status quo, having numbed herself all day in labor not of her design. "You have to have someone giving the orders, or no one's going to do the dirty work," she'd argue as she spread lotion on her cracked hands from some endangered plant in an exploited third world country. And I would try valiantly to explain how her sense of normality was skewed in a way that would be invisible until after escape; I made analogies with victims of domestic abuse and described models of how an alternative might work, but each of these she shot down with a competing possibility. She could not see how these possibilities themselves fed on the dream of freedom, that they were evidence not of limit but of limitlessness, like a few closed doors standing powerless amid an open field, where the only walls in existence are those built of our fear.
Alas, my mother did not live to see the turning of history. She passed on from heart failure after missing the bus one day and attempting to sprint. A 55 year old body that had forgotten how to run and leap, fed up with confinement and the toxic air, finally staged its own private revolution and took her to the earth, where the alien machines could no longer reach her. I took my anger to the streets the day we burned the capitol building, was there for the day of impassioned speeches that followed, and for the endless meetings and forums and debates and restructurings that filled the weeks to come.
At first, the question of who would build the roads solved itself. Everyone was filled with enthusiasm and compassion for the common good. Those who knew how to build, built with a passion, and came home to gratitude and warm meals for all. So what if city planning went a little by the by, and predictable grids of avenues became a thing of the past. I, for one, prefer the meandering cul-de-sacs and quaint shortcuts that make our towns unique and ever-changing. But as the years wear on, I admit, the dirty work has became a bit of an obstacle for our relations. Never would I have traded it for the previous set of conditions - nay - yet, many of the younger folk butt heads against the system of ethics that we try so hard to inculcate. We say to ourselves this is also good, because they go into technology to find solutions to this most ancient human problem, the problem of boredom. And if the direction of research has moved away from practical applications and into more theoretical zones, I would say this is always the case with science, that you never know how it's going to be useful until its usefulness jumps out at you.
So here I am, shoveling gravel to fill in potholes so that the next generation can get to where their vocations lead them. I don't mind at all, though I work as hard as I ever did. I fill the endless hours with thoughts of our free society, where great ideas face no social barriers. Why, just recently a physicist told me about the incredible things they have learned about the structure of space-time, and how it can be bent into a loop the way we used to envision in science fiction movies! They say that soon, all our repetitive chores could be compressed into an hour, freeing us forever from the burden of drudgery. If only my Mom and Pop could have heard this. I can still hear their voices in my memory, and that question, "Who's going to build the roads?" my mother used to ask after dinner, as our dissociative nightly feast on the fruits of capitalism wound down and our mouths turned their action to circular debates. She would be exhausted, the way she was always exhausted at the end of the day with little space left in her brain for questioning the status quo, having numbed herself all day in labor not of her design...
My mother used to ask after dinner, "Who's going to build the roads?" as our dissociative nightly feast on the fruits of capitalism wound down and our mouths turned their action to circular debates. She would be exhausted, the way she was always exhausted at the end of the day with little space left in her brain for questioning the status quo, having numbed herself all day in labor not of her design. "You have to have someone giving the orders, or no one's going to do the dirty work," she'd argue as she spread lotion on her cracked hands from some endangered plant in an exploited third world country. And I would try valiantly to explain how her sense of normality was skewed in a way that would be invisible until after escape; I made analogies with victims of domestic abuse and described models of how an alternative might work, but each of these she shot down with a competing possibility. She could not see how these possibilities themselves fed on the dream of freedom, that they were evidence not of limit but of limitlessness, like a few closed doors standing powerless amid an open field, where the only walls in existence are those built of our fear.
Alas, my mother did not live to see the turning of history. She passed on from heart failure after missing the bus one day and attempting to sprint. A 55 year old body that had forgotten how to run and leap, fed up with confinement and the toxic air, finally staged its own private revolution and took her to the earth, where the alien machines could no longer reach her. I took my anger to the streets the day we burned the capitol building, was there for the day of impassioned speeches that followed, and for the endless meetings and forums and debates and restructurings that filled the weeks to come.
At first, the question of who would build the roads solved itself. Everyone was filled with enthusiasm and compassion for the common good. Those who knew how to build, built with a passion, and came home to gratitude and warm meals for all. So what if city planning went a little by the by, and predictable grids of avenues became a thing of the past. I, for one, prefer the meandering cul-de-sacs and quaint shortcuts that make our towns unique and ever-changing. But as the years wear on, I admit, the dirty work has became a bit of an obstacle for our relations. Never would I have traded it for the previous set of conditions - nay - yet, many of the younger folk butt heads against the system of ethics that we try so hard to inculcate. We say to ourselves this is also good, because they go into technology to find solutions to this most ancient human problem, the problem of boredom. And if the direction of research has moved away from practical applications and into more theoretical zones, I would say this is always the case with science, that you never know how it's going to be useful until its usefulness jumps out at you.
So here I am, shoveling gravel to fill in potholes so that the next generation can get to where their vocations lead them. I don't mind at all, though I work as hard as I ever did. I fill the endless hours with thoughts of our free society, where great ideas face no social barriers. Why, just recently a physicist told me about the incredible things they have learned about the structure of space-time, and how it can be bent into a loop the way we used to envision in science fiction movies! They say that soon, all our repetitive chores could be compressed into an hour, freeing us forever from the burden of drudgery. If only my Mom and Pop could have heard this. I can still hear their voices in my memory, and that question, "Who's going to build the roads?" my mother used to ask after dinner, as our dissociative nightly feast on the fruits of capitalism wound down and our mouths turned their action to circular debates. She would be exhausted, the way she was always exhausted at the end of the day with little space left in her brain for questioning the status quo, having numbed herself all day in labor not of her design...