make the show work better

November 21, 2017

Candles and crystals and magic wands are, to magic, what the backdrop is to a stage performer. They make the show work better, and they make the performer feel more comfortable…but at the end of the day, a good performer can make you weep with sorrow wearing nothing at all on an empty stage…

Juniper Wildwalk

How to cast a spell

November 17, 2017

To cast a spell you need but three things:

Firstly, Intent. Secondly, the ability to raise energy. Thirdly, the ability to focus and send that energy closely entwined with your intent.

That’s all you’ll ever need. No herbs or words or chanting. No black cat or broomstick. No book of spells or candles. Just those three things. Everything else is window dressing.

This sex magick ritual is recommended for frequent practice. Through this ritual the ideal self is purified, extracted, and then ingested. Thus the procreative process is leveraged to produce, oneself as one’s own offspring and then become that child.

Before performing this ritual you should have a magical name or motto and a sigil designed from this.

Self consuming should be preceded by a banishing and centring ritual such as the Star Ruby, Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, or other similar practice. You should feel powerful, clean, and centred going into this ritual. A ritual bath or other cleansing is useful. It is convenient to perform this ritual in a shower or bath.

Stand erect and reach above your head with both hands. Feel above you the presence of Desire, in whatever form this takes for you. With your left hand cradle the tips of the fingers of your right hand between the fingers and thumb of your left. Bring your left down and push up with your right and allow your fingertips to symbolically pierce the opening between the fingers and thumb of your left. Alternately you may visualize a phallic form of desire above you which you stroke. Whatever form Desire suggests is correct. From this draw down the divine fluid of desire to your forehead and begin intoning the “I” of “I-A-O”.

As your finger tips touch your forehead feel awareness of a bright light opening as a tunnel within you and through you. Bring your fingers down to your heart and feel this opening through. As your reach your heart intone “A”. Clutch your hands together then pull them apart as if rending a veil or opening a curtain. This is the overwhelming and overcoming of self. You push through your own identity and cast it off in this motion.

Now let your hands fall to your genitals. Feel the light continue down and settle here. Desire settles in the seat of your desire. This may be a sense of presence in the clitoris, prostate, g-spot, or phallus.

You may wish to sit, squat, or lay down as is comfortable for you now. Wherever you feel the feeling of Desire has settled, at this point trace with your fingertips the sigil of your magical name or motto. While doing this begin intoning this name or motto. Repeat intoning this throughout.

With the sigil drawn and clearly visualized upon your desire, begin massaging and stimulating yourself to bring yourself to climax. At the moment of climax, feel this divine desire excreted in your sexual fluids. Catch this and cradle it. Bring it to your lips and consume it, feeling its energy integrate throughout your being.

Repetition of this ritual will help you become the person you wish to be. Each performance acts to further distill this essence within you.

Anon
The Church of Nothing

The Witches’ Round

August 30, 2017

Nowadays used to raise the Cone of Power, this old dance may be used alone or in full coven. It is better if the Drawing Down of the Moon has gone before, for then the Gods shall fuse with the energies raised in the ecstacy of the dance and thereby accomplish your will.

All join hands to form a ring about the High Priestess. Heads turned left and eyes tightly shut, will a flowing river of power about the circle, moving from one through the next, from man to woman and woman to man, about the circle without beginning or end, gathering strength as it goes.

When the circle is set thus, in motionless intensity, the High Priestess begins to clap to the rhythm of the heart-beat. And upon this signal all open their eyes and step widdershins; slowly at first but with a quickening step as the High Priestess quickens the beat of her clap, until three rounds are complete. And this must be accomplished smoothly and without awkwardness.

Now change direction and dance deosil to the Witches’ Rune or some other tune; slowly at first, but faster and ever faster until, the Power being at its peak, the High Priestess shall release it crying: “Down !”, whereupon all shall fall to the ground to sit in a circle facing in. Thus also was the Cone of Power raised of yore.

Janet and Stewart Farrar
The Witches Bible

The Power of Sound

Ever see an opera singer shatter a crystal glass? It is said that words are things and once spoken may cause the very thing to happen. Can there really be so much to the spoken word? Let’s explore the physical properties of the spoken word, or in other words, sound and its properties and discover the secret.

You first must learn that sound is caused by vibrating structures. That for sound to travel it must move through a material substance or medium. Sound travels as a wave motion. As a sound wave travels, in a medium, small displacements occur to the molecules in that medium or substance. These small displacements are a regular collective motion in which all the molecules, in a small volume of matter, move together. Think of this motion as compared to a small volume of water held by a container in which you would see a wave moving in the volume of water. This ordered wave motion is superimposed on the random thermal agitation or vibration of the molecules. We, therefore, look at sound waves as the molecules of the substance jiggling back and forth in a regular fashion. You know that sound is the result of vibrating bodies but beyond this you must know that a travelling sound wave transports energy.

When this sound wave is incident on, or striking, a body of matter there is absorption of that sound wave’s energy by that body. In some cases this will force the body to vibrate at the frequency of the incident wave. A state of resonance will occur when the vibration of the body and that of the incident wave are close in natural frequency. Sound can do some phenomenal things. For example, remember the high pitched note of the singer, when it is incident upon the crystal glass, causes it to break. But even greater is the Power of the spoken word or sound energy, when that energy is transmitted on the carrier wave of creative magickal thought. The spoken word is endowed with the Night Force when the creative thought behind that word is that of Night Consciousness. Your words are endowed with Night Force when your Magickal Consciousness is that of the Oversoul. Your words are as potent as your consciousness is equal to that of Night Consciousness. For your words to be life and accomplish that where they are sent, then your consciousness must be that of the Oversoul. Your will is the selector of the words, but for them to be more than mere words they must be endowed with Night Force through Night Consciousness. Let’s try it.

To begin with first see yourself as the Oversoul. Feel the Night Presence of your own Oversoul selecting the words with which you wish to create with. Then speak the words knowing that it is not you that says the words, but that it is the Oversoul who says the Words. Then those Words will go forth and do as they are sent forth to do. The greater your attunement with your Oversoul, the greater will be the potency of the Words. Keep your thoughts in tune with your Oversoul at all times. For your words to take on the Night Force you must become the Oversoul in all you do. Repeat the Words over and over again till you can feel the words take on a life of their own. Repeat them till your words are endowed with Night Force then they will go forth and create as you have said. There are no limitations to what your Words in Night Consciousness may do. They can bring to you your heart’s desire. They can literally move mountains. They can create life. There are no limitations to what you can do, so long as it is in accord with your Oversoul. As you are filled with the Sound of the Oversoul, now to fill yourself with the Energies of the Earth.

Phillip D Williams
The Book of Night Magic

concealed charms

August 13, 2017

At the suggestion of a friend she searched her own bed looking for possible concealed charms, and found such strange things as nails, needles with threads of damask and sendal, finger nails, bones, long strands of hair curiously wound together.

Carlo Ginzburg
The Night Battles: Witchcraft and Agrarian Cults in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries

Magic & Belief

June 9, 2017

It may be said that ritual is the very heart of magick. For it is through ritual that we achieve our magical results. Ritual is a magical procedure or ceremony we perform in order to change the environment. Usually we think of ritual as bearing on active magick, although certainly, it can also affect passive magick. Most often the change achieved is subjective and in the physical world. Outsiders may put them down to coincidence, but the effects are very real. Magical goals for a ritual should not be taken lightly. The successful practice of magick depends upon strong belief. The simplest ritual of them all must be belief itself. If you can believe in your desired results strongly enough, that act is a magical ritual which will achieve your results. Even a very complex ritual is no more effective than strong belief. There are aids to concentration which may help. Thus in “creative visualization”, imagination and controlled breathing are brought into play.

K Amber
The Basics of Magick

You need a black candle and to make a small doll (out of plasticine) of the one you wish to curse, along with a snip of their hair or nail clippings.

Light the candle and recite the following:

May you get your period one day early
May you misplace your keys when you’re running late
May you toss and turn through the night
May you forget something important that you were about to say
May you feel like you have to fart but shit instead
May bad luck be with you from this day on

Hold the doll in the candle flame and blacken it. Recite the curse again, then bury the doll in a safe place.

Source here

How tame we have become. How polite about our witchcraft. In our desire to harm none we have become harmless.

We have bargained to get a seat at the table of the great faiths to whom we remain anathema. How much compromise have we made in our private practice for the mighty freedom of being able to wear pewter pentagrams in public, at school, in our places of employment. How much have the elders sold us out, genuflecting to the academy, the establishment, the tabloid press. In return for this bargain we have gained precisely nothing. The supposed freedoms we have been granted are empty. Late capitalist culture simply does not care what our fantasy dress up life is like as long as we work our zero hour contracts, carry our mobile phones and keep consuming. The reason that social services are not taking your children away is that nobody believes in the existence of the witch. We have mistaken social and economic change for the result of our own advocacy. Marching in lock-step with what used to be called mainstream, but is now mono-culture, we have disenchanted ourselves, handed over our teeth and claws and bristling luxuriant furs. I will not be part of this process, because to do so is to be complicit with the very forces that are destroying all life on earth. It is time for Witchcraft not to choose, but to remember which side it is on in this struggle.

Peter Grey
Talk given at the Pagan Federation South Central conference on Saturday 7th June, 2014

20th May

In the garden, her wrist on show, the pale white scar bearing witness to a past indiscretion: a failure this, to accompany so many others. The rose blooms bled behind us in soft red bursts. A reflection of another time and her own undoing, perhaps. It’s summer and all the pretty girls wear dresses that show off their freckled shoulders. They come and go beside the living wound of the roses. And in her eyes a reflection of gentle dark night. Later she spreads herself out like a pale landscape across my bed, and my fingers trace her smooth contours with pleasure. But now I am become shadow. A footstep or two, half-heard. I am not here. And none of it really matters. Not anymore…

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Drunk on wine and poetry and the taste of your skin – especially the ripe folds of skin between those softly curving thighs. Ah, to drink you down in one long draught. To be drunk. To be drunk by sipping without stopping, like some blasé god, Bacchus perhaps? To be drunk on wine and on you. To drink down the fine frothy waves of you. To drift on your tides like a water-logged piece of flotsam. To be drunk forever…

A fate devoutly to be desired.

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And to the cinema to see Alien Covenant, a film that has filled me with hope for the future of mankind. The day wet. The sky low enough to swallow the earth in big misty mouthfuls. A and L told me the film was “slow”, “not much happening”. Comments that puzzle me in hindsight? I didn’t think it that bad for a film of its ‘type’: “Look, there’s an alien; kill the alien; the alien’s dead…perhaps?”

Afterwards had a reassuringly third-rate meal at R Fast Food, followed by the most tasteless coffee I’ve ever encountered anywhere in the world. Had a brandy with it, which was okay. God bless Courvoisier! It saves even a wilted salad!

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Thursday given over to Crowley’s ritual technique of eroto-comatose lucidity: repeated sexual stimulation to the point of orgasm – until the body drifts, leaf-like between sleep and wakefulness…in a state of near exhaustion, because of this continuous excitation; erotic massage, fingering, physical stimulation of genitals and erogenous areas – continuing for a period of five hours or longer on this occasion.

Both heaven and hell…

Trance-like state achieved. Saw this wild, grey sea unlike any other sea I’d ever encountered. Heavy drops of rain falling in torrents out of a vermillion sky, and mask-like faces in the air around. Foaming waves…

Vision disrupted finally by ejaculation…but magic made, anyway. All desire centered on one good outcome. Hopefully successfully.

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Dreams from Thursday night: vivid, confused and disturbing. A beautiful woman, tall, wearing a flounced bell-shaped skirt and no upper garment. Full breasted; heavily rouged nipples. At her waist a belt of jeweled snakes. Around her other women, Neolithic women in tatter skins. All glimpsed by the dancing light of candles set in crystal.

And they dance, these women. A dance of leeches. Spinning in sinister ballerina poses. The dance becoming more frenetic, frenzied and furious. Their bodies come together like a wreckages of flesh…

Wind dancers, these, I realise. Animal shapes crossing the ridges of their backbones. Before they dissolve in to so many particles, shifting in the wind, to reassemble as the sea folds around their bare feet and ankles.

And this wind creeps in through the cracks in the world…

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Friday off to close friends for long boozy lunch (Peedeel drank only water!), Chinese food in multiple courses, and good conversation. Plenty of laughter. I felt strangely dissociated, though. There, yet elsewhere. The after effects of such an intense ECL session yesterday, perhaps? Certainly, very sore downtown.