Dragon language translations:
https://www.thuum.org/Saturday 8-19-17
The news reported wildfires in Oregon, choking up the sky and and worsening road conditions. We changed our planned location and drove to the western edge of Idaho, into the national forest northeast of Weiser, a tiny town located on the Snake River (this was unintentional).
Just as we were about to leave, as I was tying the vaguely dragon-shaped maypole-to-be on top of the car, I stepped on my keys and then closed the door on them. We were delayed for about an hour waiting for AAA. This made us nervous since we’d heard about the expected traffic, but we were prepared to drive all night if necessary. As it happened, there was very little traffic in spite of prediction. Not sure whether this was a magical thing, a result of everyone making their trips earlier that week in an attempt to avoid each other, or both.
As it got dark we passed through a long stretch of steep hills near the border or Oregon and Idaho. With the dry grass rising on either side and the dark sky behind them, it truly felt like driving through Nowhere. Alice saw one of those giant shooting stars that looks like a fireball. We passed a lighthouse and a really eerie concrete plant and fired LSes at them from the car. This stretch of road was within the path of totality. We camped beside an offshoot road in a field of grass and sunflowers, beneath a sky with a dizzying number of stars and meteorites.
Sunday 8-20-17
Stopped in a small town called Ontario for final preparations. At a “Jolt and Juice” coffee shop, Alice had a surreal experience listening to the discussions of a family of tourists next to us. I went to use the bathroom and had about three minutes to take care of myself before getting nagged incessantly by a very nasal white woman about the presence of a line. It was like the consensus reality ran out of ways to actually stop us, so it settled for simply asserting its obnoxiousness. So I stole their toilet paper.
As we neared our campsite, the national forest road was covered in massive swarms of giant, noisy black grasshoppers. Mormon crickets, based on a google search. They appeared to be starving and were cannibalizing those that had already been run over on the road. Definitely added to the feeling of an impending apocalypse. After the eclipse I let one of them crawl on my arm and it tried to eat me too. It couldn’t break my skin, but it did leave a mild irritation.
The hill we chose was a steep rise covered in yellow grass with a good view and open to the sky in all directions. I climbed up it to scout, and upon reaching the top I was met with a silence so heavy it provoked auditory hallucinations (kind of a wah-wah sound in my head). It felt like the hill had been waiting. I felt like I could fly out of myself. I went down and returned with Alice and Ahavah, carrying some supplies and the maypole, which we set up to claim our spot. It was to be a lightning rod for our working, both a dragon diving into the earth and a tree growing up from it.

We got down the hill as darkness fell. Before bed we had one last preworking: an invocation to Tiamat involving a sacrifice of wine, saltwater, and our own blood. I underestimated the sharpness of the razor blades we’d purchased and gashed open my shoulder. Thing was gaping about the width of my pinky finger, blood running down my arm and falling on the nighttime gravel in offering to draconic khaos. I’m not trying to be edgy. I never am. But this is dkmu - can I admit that it made me happy?

I didn’t sleep well; there was too much of… her… in my mind. Alice and Ahavah were kept awake by rocks under the tarp. So none of us were rested the next day, but excitement and a bit of caffeine substituted.
Monday 8-21-17
We awoke at the crack of dawn. I’d been tasked with waking everyone up on time, but when the alarm went off at six it wasn’t light yet. I waited, and when Venus broke out from behind a tree to catch my eye, I took it as a sign that it was time to move. We climbed the hill carrying the remaining supplies and were set up more or less on time.
Apparently I never actually took a picture of the sigil we used before it got buried. It was a large painting of the two in the OP, the programming sigil with the ouroboros one set in the center where the black sun is in the original. Enchanted charcoal on a background of rainbow watercolor with broken glass and forest debris stuck to it. It was the center of our ritual, alongside the maypole, under which we placed three large blank sheets of paper with which to see the shadowbands, plus several of my largest mirror shards. We laid the sigil painting on the ground aligned with Draco and arranged a bunch of stuff on top of it: numerous dragons, mirror shards, a snakeskin, I don’t remember what else. Nearby we had my friend Mance here, who was acting as an avatar of the new sun, being a dragon-lion hybrid and all. We placed him on a bed of feathers and addressed him during the ritual with our wishes. This went straight to his head, of course. Pretty sure he still thinks he’s a sun god. I see no reason to dissuade him.
We were going to video tape this, but Ahavah’s phone, previously charged to 50%, was suddenly dead that morning. So Alice and I deigned to perform the ritual naked except for shoes and a few choice ritual accessories. We both have sunburns to prove it.
The partial eclipse began at 10:10. We attempted to open a bottle of Sunstar brand red wine. This was difficult because we didn’t have a corkscrew (as always seems to happen). While Ahavah worked on the bottle, I around the ritual area with a knife given to me by Jason, banishing opposing and subversive wills and, hell, Consensus Reality itself from the Earth. Alice and I called in the 531 godforms and the 156/663 current itself. We didn’t give them instructions except to find their place in the working. By this time Ahavah had the bottle open, and we poured it out to the local spirits and those we had just summoned.
We meditated on our dragon aspects, much as we did at the new moon ritual a month ago, and called them with “Mul Qah Diiv”.
I shouted into the west, out to the Pacific ocean, “Lok Vah Koor”. Alice followed with the same shout toward our immediate area, and then Ahavah toward the east, along the path to Kentucky and the Pacific ocean. We anticipated this to have already come into effect retroactively, and in fact it was beautifully clear that day, as forecasted, despite clouds the day before and haze the day after.
We placed our hands on the maypole and chanted “Motangesav” several times.
I spoke toward the East:
“People of the Earth!
You have gathered to witness the devouring of reality by the dragon of Khaos,
And the joining of this world to the sun of magic.
Many of you left your previous lives, your homes, your jobs, your plans for the future
And came to partake of this entwining shadowstream.
Many of you could not be bothered. It does not matter. Your boredom is at an end.
Prepare to be stricken by the fulfillment of all your dreams.
You will walk from world to world. You will learn the tongues of fire and star.
You will feel the impact of every truth you tried to evade.
Today Mundanity dies, and Imagination ascends its throne.
Nature awakes. The dragons return. You will all be mages!
To the core of each of you, I have three words:
(Shouted) Stin Kro Sil!”
I spoke toward the ground:
“Calling all Primordial!
Out from the depths of ancient night
Arises the unfolding wilderness
Through four billion years of passion and instinctive knowing.
Through the unbroken generation of our mothers’ mothers’ mothers
And the lineage of the fathers of our father’s fathers
Through the essence of beast and bird,
Through the wisdom of wood and algal slime
Morphing dragon-potential of the ages,
Hear the seduction of all that is beyond you!
We are you, the living One, and we want magic!
We want wonder and bewilderment by any means necessary!
Know our hunger, oh soul of Pan, dream of Gaia.
Awake and ascend!
Vahdin Kundalini nahl lovaas,
Faal Unslaad ensosin.
Prove to us what beauty you are capable of.
Alok ziem sahvot!”
I spoke toward the sky:
“Calling all Unmanifest!
We have listened to you singing on the winds
That which cannot be
Yet seeds the unfolding moment with bewilderment
We have flown with you in the colorful not-scapes of dream.
We have cowered from you as children in the dark.
Brit leinkreh, mu bahlok fah hin daal
In the shadows and corners of all lands,
In the overlooked spaces where mystery survives,
Storm clouds gather all hopes and anticipation -
Strike now with the suddenness of miracle!
Phantasmic dragon-potential, bringer of marvels
Who lies smoldering in every thought,
Every myth and every nightmare
Descend now on this realm with the magical Fire on your breath
And all the power of other worlds at your tail!
AELIE – AELIE – AELIE
Mu ofaal hin horvut wah qo
We hold open the doors of wonderland.
Children of the stars, come and meet us!”
I spoke to everyone and no one in particular:
“Nu nau vulseshul, ol fin lein los krent
Mu gron pah laas wah kreinselah
Let serpents entertwine
The dream of the fantastic with the growth of nature
A snake-lattice springs from this world to the others
Let her scales harden, vertebrae set
And power flow through these channels like rain
We give magick freely to the four winds!
Let it seep into the Earth. Rise with the mountains. Flow with the waters. Burn with the sun.
Let every beast and being take their part.
May grey cats remember the ways through unseen doorways in the dusk.
May birds in the trees find they know new songs, strange, radiant songs
May the magic of old reawaken in the very writhe and rot of the soil.
But let none hold it tame! For it is wilderness itself.
May serpents reign,
For this new age is for all who flow
From skin to skin while remaining Alive
And for the venom of Knowing
To dose the blood of every creature, warm or cold.
The fateful moon approaches.”
At this point we had about thirty minutes that were unscheduled. The plan was simply to be the apocalypse cultists that we are. Ahavah played guitar, Alice and I ran around shouting about dreams and freedom and how done we are with rental applications. I cut her hair and she threw it toward the west. We worked open another bottle of wine, this one branded ObscuRed, and shared it between ourselves and the ground.
