Aion's Magickal Journal

fierce compassion
Air Water Fire Earth Disasters around the globe
whoa. Really- the 4 elements
Earthquake China
Tornadoes Mid south east USA
Floods in Myamar
Fires in Florida
What a day- distaters galore!
All pointing to a crisis of spirit- and anger
The only reaction possible for aTantrik is Compassion- but , as the Dalai Lama said:

"there is fierce compassion"

ut oh- and then he said

"even if you make war, do so with compassion"

At such times I pray to Tara- Im a Pagan & Goddess worshipper first- embracing Shakti Tantrika- so a Goddess suits me- One can argue dogma and origins- but I know this- Tara existed thousands of years before Buddha....but maybe not THE Buddha...

And so Tara is called upon- to ease the pain, to aid those who suffer to alleviate suffering- Om Tara!

But there is 'fierce compassion' and there is a wrathful form of Tara- Ture soha!
May she roll down from the rainy skys and cosmically lay the collected Karm of the Junta in Burma at their feet- creating a yawning hole- may justice be done- Ture soha!

And may many be saved, healed, comforted, empowered, freed!

http://www.horusmaat.com/tarahakra.html

Dionysus = Apollo
Yesterday I saw the Roman exhibit at the museum and was captivated by one statue:
a very drunk chunky Silenus supporting a more lovely Dionysus- makes mythic sense
Then I read the info- it actually used to be a statue of Apollo and a later artist had taken the re-worked apollo-turned-into Dionysus and slapped hum together with the Silenus- tho youd never know it

In fact, the two are simply flip sides of the same....but the Tantriks always side with Dionysus

Shiva is the intoxicator, all bhang & kusa and intoxicants are his...and Shiva and Dionsus (a great book btw!) are really One

The religionists and logic philosophers fol;low the solar Apollo- yet the real mystic mysteries and deep Id/Unconscious work is done through the doors of Ecstasy, Art, Vision and hilarity-madness!

The moon becomes the sun and the sun becomes the moon
Dionysus becomes Apollo who becomes Dionysus

Between logic and reason and the madness and ecstasy of bliss...there is our path

I also realized this:

Apollo granted stability to civilization, the seasons became ordered by the sun, the crops, the tribes...
Dionysus and Bacchus always were worshipped in wild places- with wild animals- always with satyrs and manaeds on the move, in packs, dancing & hunting & gathering- the ancient gnosis of Lunar calendar and hunting/gathering cultures...

Both are woven in our DNA- but the wild side is Our Shambala, our Yantra

Will a Will
Will
It is who we are expressed in life path
True Will, Thelema. Svecchacchra
The doing of one's Will- becoming the Star envisioned by self knowing Self
W+I+L+L= 76- shemhamporash- the sacred name of GOD
yet
Will has another meaning
It is the daily hourly moment-by-moment realization of one's own DEATH
not as an abstract but as a reality, a presence, an entity
Seeking Will is seeking one's true Guardian Spirit
Yet A Will reminds us of the document that ritually anounces: IM DEAD
This can be seen, it seems in my visionary wildness, as a Dark Angel
And I dont have to look far- the Mayan/Aztecs took the Death God & made him a Saint
Sante Muerte
Just like those wacky Xians took the Daimon HGA and made it the guardian Angel
One angel always sits on my right sholder
but it is the Vidya of my imminant demise that keeps me Honest
Ask yourself (as I was once asked) "Do you know what you will be doing as you die?"
When I get weirrd, whiney, bitchy- I think- hey- look! There is your extinction!
Puts everything into perspective doesnt it?

One thing about the Birth & Death, Alpha et Omega- Both are swell

Just be prepared.

That which is above is like that which is below
THE RISING AND DESCENDING

I feel everything rising....and descending

Heaven- -Earth
I in the center
a vast magnetic swirl with hollow pole

The mist rises....the kundulini energy waves rise up...all of creation rising
Thus forming the ideal of ascent...heaven
dissolvind, freeing- solve

All about us descends...rains, snows, hail....energies from stars, sun and intersteller bodies
Thus forming the idea of descent, falling, soldifying- coagula

Hel was a great Goddess, the Great Primal dark Mother Goddess of the Underworld
A reflection of Matter and the Other Side

When things die, they descend into the Other world
Art that has been destroyed
Thoughts, concepts, governments, traditions long gone- all gone
They too have decended into the arms of Hel (or Kali Ma)- the Other world of dissolution

When they are born, created, manifested, envisioned
they arise
Like a bud, like a sprout, like Persephone freed from Hades
Into the arms of Sky Father

All things arise, all descend- they interweve

All manner of interestings are so manifested

Taoists calld them the 10000 things

One
ONE LOVE
ONE THOUGHT
ONE MIND
ONE HEART
ONE TRUTH
ONE WORD
ONE JOY
ONE WORK
ONE DUTY
ONE BELIEF
ONE PRAYER
ONE MANTRA
ONE CHANT
ONE BLISS
ONE TREE
ONE MOUNTAIN
ONE RIVER
ONE OCEAN
ONE ANCESTOR
ONE DNA
ONE MOLOCULE
ONE ATOM
ONE PARTICLE
ONE WAVE
ONE PULSE
ONE MATTER
ONE ANTIMATTER
ONE STAR
ONE MOON
ONE FIRE
ONE UNIVERSE
ONE GALAXY
ONE COSMOS
ONE PARTICLE
ONE VOID
ONE NOTHING
ONE BLACK HOLE
ONE SILENCE
ONE SONG
ONE FEAST
ONE VIBRATION
ONE RAY
ONE COLOR
ONE TOUCH
ONE BREATH
ONE DREAM
ONE BIRTH
ONE DEATH
ONE ETERNITY
ONE IDEA
ONE FANTASY
ONE STORY
ONE SPELL
ONE SECRET
ONE G_D
ONE RITUAL
ONE MEDITATION
ONE VISION
ONE HOPE
ONE CELL
ONE LIFE
ONE GOAL
ONE FUTURE
ONE MEMORY
ONE AWARENESS
ONE MYTH
ONE CONSCIOUSNESS
ONE ASANA
ONE SADHANA
ONE PATH
ONE TIME
ONE PLACE
ONE THRONE
ONE LAW
ONE PROPHECY
ONE SYSTEM
ONE HAPPINESS
ONE BALANCE
ONE DANCE
ONE PLAY
ONE GAME
ONE LEAP
ONE FLIGHT
ONE SLEEP
ONE TRANCE
ONE POEM
ONE SCRIPTURE
ONE MAGICK
ONE ART
ONE KNOWLEDGE
ONE WILL
ONE ACTION
ONE SWORD
ONE SPEAR
ONE GRAIL
ONE SHIELD
ONE EGG
ONE MIRROR
ONE CRYSTAL
ONE TAO
ONE THEOS
ONE IHVH
ONE CHRISTOS
ONE ALLAH
ONE BUDDHA
ONE ATEN
ONE WORLD

N’ATON!
MAY THE ONE GOD SPEAK TRUTH & JUSTICE
NOW
.

131/ 5/5/08
11*

Pruning the Trident Tree of Life
Amidst my alternating erupting and depressing and relaxing current Tsunami, I see something
It keeps appearing- or do I keep noticing it? Hard to say, that one.

Tridents appear everywhere- they thrust as seedlings, sprouting trees and plants, the sharp tongs of an iris or a blood grass
The buds, flowering spikes and new shoots- tridents all

A million bits of information about the trident, one of the oldest and most primal symbols, drift about my trident that IS the Tree of Life in so many cultures, from Hindu to Norse...

In Shiva's hands, the trident pierces the Three Worlds (states of Being), liberates the Three Worlds, activates the Three Chakras, Unites the Three Gunas, (and the 3 chakras...)
And symbolize the fecund yoni of Tripura....
Tri murti Shiva! Lord of the 3 worlds!
And it is the prong of the Thunderbolt held by Rudra, Bhairava as well as Zeus, Jupiter and so many others....

Today was different.....a bit less hyper but still a ton of serious issues to deal with....and then I meditated

All the ripples- attachements- dissolved and broke apart and disappeared
leaving a glowing orb in the center
The Alpha state of being- calm

And then I began from this centered place to look at 'ME' and do some psychic pruning
this is the season to do light pruning- Ive been in the garden working every day almost

Clipping, trimming, pruning

A conscious Magikian or Tantrik is constantly pruning.
Old relationships long past expiration- snip
A stupid habit- clip
A bad attitude- chop

I realized today that Pruning the TREE of Self is really what 'the work' (play?) is all about
But- too much self-monitoring (cutting) and we slip into OCD neurosis- or worse
Not enough and we become lazy fat hippies or pudgy goths- ick!

The trident is the plant/tree of life
The trident is the tool of planting/cultivating

The Garden rules!

wyrd
Again the Wheel, which I thought was on an upswing, instead has hit a black-pothole and lost a rim
Bad luck-Karma-Wyrd-Fate...

The web that has three faces:

All is Fate/God- I have no say- Destiny is already written

or

Predestination is a lie to enslave- True Will breaks all chains; one can do what he or she WILLS to do

or

Fate? Free Will? Both are illusions- one can only SURF

It is important to fervently believe each of these at some point
in order to really 'get' the Web of Wyrd / Law of Karma / Flow of Luck

Once in awhile I can play a little cat's cradle, but for the most part, not drowning is an accomplishment...

The HML Dreams
April 26 was the anniversary of the HML-
http://www.horusmaat.com
I was part of the founding of this order and decided to do the simple basic Rite of this Order
http://www.horusmaat.com/basic_rite.htm
at midnight on that day in order to tap into the egregore, strengthen it and revive it- I urged fellow HMLers to think about joining me

Rite done in in a field on a farm in the woods under a fully starry sky of amazing clarity- I ended up focusing on the North Star without realizing it....

Omen: See attached rune- it is one of two possible runes it seems....

Dream one (that night)

I am being attached by evil spirits
One posesses my wife and I summon all my sorcery and banished her

I used the Thelemic Cross -sort of- (shouting Abrahadabra, Ipsos, Thenema, Agape. N'ATON )

WOSH! Huge influx of power and I awoke-

very double current - finger- in socket

Dream 2- next night:

Im wandering a very D&D type town, but bodern- coblestones, lots of gardens and ornate stone shops and such
I keep meeting HMLers- adepts and mystics of all types
Our crowd swells as we search the town for something- we are looking fort an astral meeting place- the growd gets quite big- about 200 (!) and we are a wild and ornate bunch, robes and masks and jewelry- intoxicated and reveling, studious and arguing- what a group!

Finally we settled on a magickal Beer Garden- a lovely open-air dining area, all stone walls and little nook shops surrounding a lovely courtyard- paved stones- with tons of blooming, beautiful long hanging plants- candles on the table, music and delicious food asmells in the air, full stars above- milky way!
A place to feast & rejoice indeed!

I offer this as an informal hang out for the lodge members on the dreamtime- the beer is free, the people are friendly and dinner is always on...

Lux Fiat HML!

93/696

Free Time
Shiva is Maha Kala
Shakti is Maha Kali

Both mean 'great" followed by 'TIME'

And now that I am on vacation- of sorts (from working in any event)
My TIME is my own and I realize- holy shit!
This is the only thing that matters!!! Having MY TIME to My SELF- to do with as I will- not another

And I saw my life as a series of swells of free time followed by the slavery flows of work- and it is clear
when one is left to oneself, the original path of true will manifests
I have a chance to- literally -'get my bearings'

Time theft is insidious and endless- Shiva & Shaki can give or take TIME- as ye wish

I vote for FREE TIME every time

The fire
Om
I have a fire in my belly- everyone does
This is the Fire that stokes the engine ME, burning calories, supplying every atom of my body what it needs-
What I give the fire determinines how clean the burn is
It manifests Water Vapor
Ashes - minerals and such of Earth
Gases into the air and the fire itself burns with the plasma spark
The fuel I give it determines the health, longevity and energy of the being as a whole-
Food, drink, smokes & radiations are consumed daily
Also tossed into the Fire
called Dhuni by Tantriks
Are what we
we choose to manifest daily
The Emotions we take & receive (wather)
The Physical exercise and work/play we do (earth)
the Thoughts we manifest and obsess over (air)
And the flame of Moving Chi in meaningful patterns - circulating the fire

And in the end realize that water extinguishes, earth smothers, lack of O2 starves and no heat/spark
means no fire

Darkness-light-darkness

light?

MoveON with yourself
Hey, that annoying little voice said-

Move ON

with your work

Move OUT

of your self-imposed saddness

Move OVER

And let the Slef move

Move OUTSIDE

The little self-imposed boxes you inhabit

Move ONWARD

and get to it- and quit yer bellyaching!

Then suddenly, I hear a symphony
"Then suddenly, I hear a symphony"

-The Supremes

I had a dream the other night
I was playing a marimba and/or some other sci-fi instrument
pounding away & playing

I was on a vast plain- thousands of others were scattered about the landscape
all playing away or not- percussion mostly- some tonals
We were all seperate, yet we were all conmmunicating and interweaving music

I see it now- we always see Nataraj- Dancing Shiva
We never ask: WHAT is he dancing to?

I know

It is this: Each of us is creating what the ancient Australians call a Songline
We are creating the universe as we live- everything we do is part of the song
As a group we are creating a vast symphony
The Melody supplied by nature, played on the viola of our resonating DNA
Each of us is one tune- together we are music aka Maya-

So Doing Ones Will is the crafting of Ones Unique Songline-
The winging of the way is also perceived
as the vibrating of the Bija tone...the special rhythm...the song of the heartstring

Think about this: Every Hindu god/dess has a TONE or VIBRATION (bija)
Every Voodoo Loa has a special RHYTHM
Every Shinto Kami has a tone
Every Kwakiutl Spirit has a special whistle.....

Every man and every woman is a star
and every star has a signature song

Samasara is alive with the sound of....

>>>

(And there are Shiva & Shakti as Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers
Waltizing across the stars
as the world dissolves...)

uplift
Om

In the darkest moments I dwell on pain & suffering and the entropy of hopelessness

I meditate & all drops away- the stormy sea is not going to swamp me
I ride the waves- the quieter my head, the deeper my hull
the more balence I have
but the spirit leaves me- empty and full of sadness and a lassitude that can not be motivated or ignored
all friendship ends, all caring dissolves, all goals are seen as dust, gone in the winds of time
in this stillness I become a dark flower

And then, a small bird appears
Alights on my yard, looks at me amidst the grass wet with raindrops and flies up after eating a small seed

The wings take me up, they free me from the dark woven cocoon- just for a second
a hole is pecked in the black egg
up
a bit of light is experienced the wings....they are primal
Wings touch something- it echoes through me being
muscles I no longer have strain to take me skyward
a primal species echo....remembers the sky

Angel, spirit, bird, being- wings ....

and something is freed and the day is different
lighter

a one and a two and a three...
There are three body centers or wheels of force in my tantrika

three gunas, three elements of alchjemy, three fundamantal states of Tao

The head, the heart, the loins&base

Moon....Sun.....Fire

Also, it occurs to me

the three Shaktis (Knowledge, Will & Action)

And, as I see now, the three states of doing the Work (or Play...)

In-The-Moment / Now meditation- moment by moment, drip by drip, the on-going work of Be HereNow- that is the work of the Fire (Prakriti)

The work of the Heart, the Sun: The daily meditation, ritual work, sadhana- oiften in a cycle of a Yearly working
Quarters of the Sun, Wheel of the Solar Year & rites of same (Apollonian)

Then there is the dream work, the deep work, the Lunar work of hidden cycles, tides and gradual shifts
Works of intoxication, ecstasy, art and the inner eye
(Dionysian)

Beyond and about these all- uniting them

Is the work of lifetime cycles, aeons, eternities- nothing doing nothing

wheels within wheels

Thus as a Tnatrik I must be in the moment
Meditate daily
Honor the gods/goddesses/times as the times in the light & seasons dictate
Flow with the lunar tides and the inner intuitive spontaneously work in the darkness

Knowing nothing makes any real difference (yet it all does) and thus letting go of any

overmonitoring...

a highwire act indeed- and the fool laughs

Panchatattva
The arising of consciousness or awareness Is like a fish leaping from maya
then sinking back in int the whirling waters of samsara

Like a flame that bursts from a lightening strike
only to die down as embers and ashes

Like a hurricane thatarises from the flows of air
slamming into Gaia and then whisping away in sprinkles and breezes

Like The seed that bursts into life and is fertile, ofers fruit expands unto a limit and dies
Rotting to become of the earth again until a new seed sprouts

And all in all this experience is very like
that of a new star forming from spinning, illuminated burning gasses, particles and All Else
Igniting like a flare and mellowing as a white to yellow to red star
Finally collapsing into a black hole
From which the star-birth originated

It is the open eye, the breath, the laugh

And it keeps us sane

I Tube dearmoring
I am a set of armor
empty shell
crafted of millions of neuro-youTube clips called a life
Tape loop past experiences...or experiences I THINK I had...might...may...have had
This is my life
It is scarred, damaged, scraped and chunks are missing
But I bow before the neon-electric shimmering armor that Is and IS NOT 'I'
I am a tree- naked and silent and unconscious
But even I am aware that the armor which thinks that it is
is not
it is empty

I contemplate what animates it

shewstone
Here is one:

Just looking through something changes your reality completely if done with will
Think- rose colored glasses
Sacred stones wtih holes are shew stones- used to see the past, present, future and...?
Crystals open portals
Even cupping your hands opens up Shambala
In many cultures gods are shown with what looks like a MASK or GOGGLES or GLASSES
What are they seeing- does extended vision make one a god?
Was Superman a god because of X ray vision? Think about it- TRUE x-ray- seeing ino anything- the heart of an atom- quarks....shazam!

Seeing is not looking.

From Seeds of Compassion- HH Dalai Lama Event
He is the best- as one friend said 'Shambala follows him everywhere"

Watch the event we saw - it blew our minds
55000 people all invoking compassion- in the USA!

Shanti from Seattle

Link:

http://www.king5.com/video/index.html?nvid=235490

ahhh
Om

Shitty week, month, day
Fried & depressed & mentally curled up like a pill bug

But the Dalai Lama has arrived in town.

Why does this change everything?
I wont see him this time- I am at home retreating
Yet, I pop open a window on the computer and watch his addresses- simple, as usual to the heart like an arrow of compassion
wake up!
Cultivate compassion you dolt!
(Im paraphrasing here...)
Being compassionate benefits you and others- so get on it (you twit!)

Do everything, even war, with compassion
so- that's it

(see it all if you like:
http://www.seedsofcompassion.org/event/broadcast_info.asp

Well!

An hour in my garden
an hour watching HH the DL

What has changed? Everything & nothing.

In the sun, out of the shadow-

The point:

As a Tantrik my religion (ha!) is neurochemicals
Emotional responses & sensory stimulation are the climate controls
of the calliope that is my existance- the controls are in my hands

If everything experienced is a self-created schema, then a change of environment/feelings = a shift in neuron transmitters = a shift in perception = a change in reality;
magick!

the petty angers and envies and cruelties that scamper about in the pits of my being are let out because I LIKE them...to indulge in them......but it is in the end masochistic and self defeating
Anger, hate, depression, arrogance and all the other little beasties in Pandora's box
all are there because I allow

I have the key to the box (whenre did I put that fucker...?)

Let's see if I can can figure out how to use it in my few moments of clarity before I die!

May everyone who reads this receive kindness and love TODAY
Including me

and, of course, The Dalai Lama! (blessings)

Om tare tuttare ture soha

Luney Nightstalker
Shiva is almost always shown at night
especially as the luminous hermit god
When he is shown during the say it is with Shakti (Parvati) on Kailasha
He is on the Mountain with the Sun goddess- makes sense-
but in general he is, like the moon, nocturnal

He is the luminous White Bull, most ancient of totems
The great curving horns of the moon
Have become the small crescent he wears in his hair
And are reflected in the curved tines of the trident...

He is the Shield with the horned Moon
The Seducer of Europa, the Minotaur, the Bull-headed lord
of visions, dreams and exstasy- he is the Twilight God

The blazing light of Ma- SOL is reflected and focdused
through the crystal lense of the MOON
Thus opening the gate, the 3rd eye, the mind

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