The Manifestations of a Dark Mind

2013-03-04T08:20:00.000-08:00

From now on I will reviewing and critiquing supernatural or fantasy films and TV shows. I will still have articles on occult texts and other related subjects but, for now, this is the path this blog is going to take. I usually enjoy fantasy and fiction films but Red Lights struck me as a 'must watch' from the moment I saw an interview with Rodrigo Cortes (director and producer of the film) and Cillian Murphy. The stars of the film include Cillian Murphy, Robert De Niro, Sigourney Weaver and Elizabeth Olsen. I won't go into the details of the plot TOO MUCH but, I will say that Red Lights is an interesting film that any supernaturally inclined person should watch.

The two primary characters of the film are Margaret Matheson (Sigourney Weaver) and Tom Buckley (Cillian Murphy). They are paranormal investigators who debunk various so called 'psychics' and expose them as charlatans. As the story progresses Cillian Murphy's character becomes obsessed with Robert De Niro's character (Simon Silver). Simon Silver is a television psychic who has supposedly healed others and has a plethora of psychic abilities. When Simon Silver decides to make a final appearance in the town where the university where Buckley and Matheson work, Buckley decides to pounce on the opportunity to investigate Silver. However, the more Buckley pushes to find out more about Silver, the more Matheson tells him to stay away from him. Strange things begin to occur to both Buckley and Matheson and when a crucial event pushes Buckley to the edge, his thirst to know more about Silver becomes that much more exacerbated. To say that the film's ending is surprising would be an understatement. Not only does Buckley figure Silver out but he also finds out things about himself that he (and the audience) were not expecting.

The Sequence of Days (Mad, I tell you! Mad!)

2012-10-14T20:10:00.001-07:00

Greetings Imaginary people who I wish were reading my blog,

The revamp of this blog is for therapeutic reasons only. If I happen to touch the mind, soul, and naughty parts of others then that is simply a plus. Since I am bringing back this blog from the dead like the morbidly cute dog in 'Frankenweenie', I will also be re-introducing myself.

In this blog I will talk about all things occult - that interest me, that is. Critiques of shows, literature and film that make my occult antennae twitch and their possible plausibility to my very own rituals and other 'magickal stuffs'.

I don't like to label what I am (and through the loyal following of this blog you will see) but if you were to label me, I'd say I was a Dark Witch (not wiccan...gods) who follows a Draconian (Luciferian, though I prefer the term 'Draconian' or 'Thelian' - if that's a term) path.

May the writings of the mad, hermit girl commence!

The Reflections of an Insomniac

2011-10-20T10:16:00.000-07:00

As the blanket of night covers the day
I find solace in its dark embrace.
A clamor of visions begins to race
Here the stars begin their eternal play.
In an opalescent white dress She sways - so bright-
Surrounded by many a gleaming mirror
No amount of force could distract this spell bound seer.
Her silver companions become fiery spot lights.
In a trance, I become audience to this aeonic dance.
The curtains of my vision will not close.
Engaged and inseparable in a celestial union, from Crown to soul.
Never would I leave this spectacle, given the chance.
The sheet of night begins to lift.
The irritant Sun must rise.
The melody of its dance insufferable.
The alarm clock I despise.

Venusian Altar

2011-10-20T09:52:00.000-07:00

I lay upon a Venusian altar, the sacrificial lamb
Kneeling before this idol, a heart carved in stone
He is a cruel god that ignores my worship
And demands offerings that tear at the flesh of my heart,
Until all that is left is an empty shell
My mind dulled, my soul stripped of life.
I bow before this idol I call a lover.
My prayers fall upon arrogant ears.
I refuse - I refuse to bow down before him.
I refuse to worship this heartless diety.
No longer shall I light a candle of hope to this tyrant.
No longer shall I pray for him to end the drought within.
I refuse - I refuse to be the sacrificial lamb
I am the wolf.

Artemesia Absinthium - A Sonnet

2011-09-21T17:58:00.000-07:00

Wormwood, although bitter draws me in.

Its Green allure begs to be tasted.

Its Serpentine countenance makes the imagination spin.

This venomous drink must not be wasted.

Within you are the clutches of the ethereal dragon.

No telling what the green devil will do.

Emerald liquid bathes the numb lips it has come upon.

A ritual preformed to change its nature, taste, and hue.

From devil to Angel – What an alchemical transformation!

Baptized in water and sugar, emerges an opalescent white

A Green Fairy graces the mind and ignites the imagination.

She enchants my senses, sweetens my pallet – what a magnificent sight!

An experience so freeing

Can only be guided by such a graceful being.

The Huntress

2011-07-19T16:57:00.000-07:00

She lurks in the shadows
Eying her prey
Salivating at the thought of the luscious Nectar on Her lips
Nourishing Her, healing Her, filling Her
In the deep, She turns force into form
Once again practicing that ancient forgotten Art
Pleasure and pain. Full and Empty. Not and is.
Her bow pierces the heart of the hunted
Be that enemy or prey.None can escape Her bloody fury.
For, both in torrents of anger and of lust, She inthralls.
Ever persistent. Ever enduring.
She seeks both satiety of thirst and of curiosity.
In a never ending cycle of Becoming.

Yes, I am an Occultist.

2011-07-11T12:57:00.000-07:00

Hey, I am glad you are reading my blog! The few of you that know about it, probably also know I am an occultist. What exactly do I mean by 'occultist'? Well, that word has a lot of 'crapola', as a friend of mine likes to say, around it. So lets dissect it, shall we?

This first definition was taken from the merriam-webster website:

Occult

transitive verb
to shut off from view or exposure : cover, eclipse
Origin of OCCULT
Latin occultare, frequentative of occulere
First Known Use: 1500

The second definition from merriam-webster defines the word occult as an adjective:
1.: not revealed : secret
2: not easily apprehended or understood : abstruse,mysterious
3: hidden from view : concealed
4: of or relating to the occult
5: not manifest or detectable by clinical methods alone<occult carcinoma>; also : not present in macroscopic amounts <occult blood in a stool>
— oc·cult·ly adverb
Examples of OCCULT
1. occult practices such as magic and fortune-telling
2. He began to believe he had occult powers.
Origin of OCCULT
Latin occultus, from past participle of occulere to cover up, from ob- in the way + -culere (akin to celare to conceal)
First Known Use: 1533
Related to OCCULT
Synonyms: arcane, cryptic, deep, enigmatic (alsoenigmatical), impenetrable, inscrutable, mystic, mysterious,uncanny
Antonyms: accessible, clear, nonambiguous, obvious, plain,unambiguous, unequivocal
And last but not least...
Definition of OCCULT as a noun
: matters regarded as involving the action or influence of supernatural or supernormal powers or some secret knowledge of them —used with the
First Known Use of OCCULT
1923
Alright, I won't bore you with any more etymology...let us go forth!
So, we see here that there are two main themes in these definitions: That which is hidden and that which is Supernatural. No not the show....Although I do like me some Dean Winchester...Yummy....

But back to my point...
I wanted to avoid going into my past, since that can be boring for some, but it is necessary. As a child, I was taught to believe in reincarnation, odd as it is my mother is christian. I have had odd experiences as a child that led me to believe that there was something more out there than what most could see. So I decided to start looking and, here I am three years after the commencement of my journey.
So, I am an occultist. I study and research the hidden and supernatural of this world. By hidden I mean that which is within me (the Microcosm) as well as that which is around me (the Macrocosm). In saying Hidden, I do not mean lost treasure or, perhaps I do. The treasure I seek is not silver or gold, it is worth much more than that. The treasure I seek lies hidden within me and the universe. I seek to understand myself and in so doing understand (as much as possible) the universe. Magick does form a vital part in my practice, since it can be a necessary tool on this path...but we will leave that vast subject for another post or posts...

Briefly, I will say that in this blog I plan to discuss:
Kemeticism (Cosmogony, Hieroglyphs-and their possible magickal usage), Asetianism, magick-from my point of view, the Qabalah from a Hermetic standpoint, the Tarot- as both a divinatory tool, a meditation tool, and a magickal tool, Thelema, tips, warnings and suggested reading, for all of you who share somethings in common with me. Otherwise I hope you learn and are able to take something from this and much more!

I must say, that I too am learning. I am but a student and will always be. Most of the time I will write my OPINION here. I am not an Asetian or in any way affiliated with the Aset Ka, so what I say here, please take with a grain of salt, and refer to their website

http://www.asetka.org/index.shtml

and the Asetian Bible for any valid information on them, since it is directly from the Order. I am also not an initiate in any Order and I have never taught before. This blog is mostly for ramblings and stray thoughts, and tidbits that I would like to share. NOTHING ELSE.

I may also occasionally share some fictional writing I often write given I am inspired and maybe even a random drawing or two..perhaps even a recording of my music if I ever feel up to it...:P

Hopefully through this blog I can shed light on things for those of you who are new to the occult path. I don't care what path you are on, since not all of my readers will share the same path as I. All I want is for you to take a bit from this blog and learn and grow, as I learn and grow in writing it.
Enjoy! Go forth and learn and grow my fellow occultists!

Unrequited Pain

2011-06-09T13:37:00.000-07:00

For those of us who are too sensitive, love is a painful experience. Our lovers become cruel gods that ignore our worship and ask of us offerings that tear at the flesh of our hearts, until all that is left is an empty shell of a heart, our minds dulled and our souls stripped of their life. We bow before these idols that we call lovers. Our prayers fall upon arrogant ears that inflate their pompous egos.

Let us instead worship love itself!

Is it not more satisfying to worship the thing we want most?

Let us go straight to the source!

Why worship a demon when you can worship the prince of darkness?

Why give praise to a limited saint when you can bow down before the proprietor of the infinite?

Love is dead like the Greek goddess who once embodied it. Venus has become a decrepit, old woman, her body leaving no trace of what it once was. Wrinkles ravage her body, her hair gray, like the useless hope in the minds of today’s lovers. Her eyes, once bright and vibrant, are now dark and dim, portraying sadness and erasing all memory of happiness.

‘I love you’. Three words. Each word is comprised of one syllable. So, simple. Yet, they are so hard to pronounce and so misunderstood. They confuse the brain, and torture the mouth at the thought of uttering those words. I wish I could have said those words…I wish you could have said them. Those three, stupid, words. But then again, it wasn’t the words that hurt me. The words weren’t the cause of our rupture.

We were the cause.

Wisdom Fang

2011-06-09T13:28:00.000-07:00

Let the truth sink its teeth within the lie.

Under the flesh of suppression, the fang of clarity will arise.

Wisdom fang, grow from me, tear the reality of the flesh.

As I age, I become more defined.

Breaking away from the dogma’s that keep me confined.

Kept in a repressed state, a mutation has grown in its place.

What was once just enamel, so benign, has turned you into a creature of the night.

A primal need crawls within, and waits to be unleashed, from under your skin.

The pain endured through its growth is nothing compared to the delusion.

The fang has devoured all illusion.

The Green Devil

2011-06-09T13:16:00.000-07:00

It’s just the Absinthe.

Its just a dream.

Artemesia Absinthium.

You make me scream.

My veins have become saturated with the green venom.

No telling what the green devil will do.

Its effects have driven me to the edge.

Some say there is no turning back, now face impending doom.

Inhibitions are clothes that have been discarded.

Numb lips kiss the glass of insanity.

Hypnotized by the taste of delusion.

The green monster will now crown me with a thirst for sobriety.