Samhain Mitzvah Runes

ו' ברמחשון תש"ע
Phasma Priscus 7

The mitzvah runes to be inscribed (facing the letters left to right) on my Samhain ritual candle spell out the transformative words of the phrase shine Urcanaan (אר ורכנען).

The Mystery Of Urcanaan

ו' ברמחשון תש"ע
Phasma Priscus 7

Commentary on Noach from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - The Mystery Of Urcanaan.

Eishet Shem Hameforash & The Magical Duel

Two Torah Portions

Eishet Shem Hameforash

Magical Duel

Secret Of The Peaceful Warrior

כ"ג בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 24

In follow-up to Magical Disaster At The Sweat Lodge, last night I dreamt.

There were three major groups of nations present at the gathering of peace negotiations. One group was represented by a Muslim leader and another was represented by President Obama. I was observing. The outcome of the global peace negotiations would be decided by a series of tests each leader of nations would undergo. The leaders who survived all the grueling tests would be judged fit to lead the nations to peace.

The final two tests involved successfully navigating descent down a tall tower whose top reached high into the skies. Only those chosen by The Peaceful Warrior could and would survive.

The first of the two tests involved drop-flying a small aircraft nose first straight down the skyscraping tower's side and then immediately, hairbreadths before smashing into the ground, turning the aircraft at a right precision angle parallel to the ground and flying The Craft parallel to the land a mere hairbreadth above the surface of the land. Making the proper angle at the proper moment was impossible unless one was guided by wyrd destiny to do so. Only the soul of the peaceful warrior could successfully manage the maneuver. I transmitted the maneuver to President Obama and he flew the course precisely.

The second of the two tests involved climbing down the outside surface of the tower. The only tool one could use was one's body. It was impossible to succeed at this test unless one knew the secret of doing it. You see, even the very breath you breathe as you climb down will push you off the tower and to your death if you don't know the secret.

I knew the secret and I transmitted it to President Obama. There are two magical elements which come together to complete the whole secret. Interpret them correctly, and you will succeed.

First, there is an invisible outward-pushing notch in the tower which no one can see, not even you. It runs down the length of the left side of the tower (from the left side of the one who faces it as it is faced). You must make a complementary inward-pulling notch running down the left side of the front of your body with which you can 'lock' your body to the structure of the tower as you make your descent. I transmitted to President Obama how to craft the proper notch into the form of his body to fit the notch in the tower precisely. President Obama cut the notch precisely.

Second, there is a special breathing technique unique to the successful completion of this test. Breathing any other way, any other way at all, will create enough force with descent to push every climber, body locked or unlocked, off the tower and to his or her death. I demonstrated the unique breathing technique to President Obama. He practiced breathing and then, began breathing uniquely.

Nations, President Obama's wife and family, and a blonde-haired woman gathered in the middle of Main Street (busy with traffic) in Danville, IL, in the heartland of this land, opposite the Towne Centre to watch his warrior's descent from the tower of truth. The blonde-haired woman was greeted by President Obama's wife - they shook hands and prepared to watch the descent. The unknown blonde-haired woman had transmitted to him the ways to survive this test. The Peaceful Warrior suddenly appeared among us. The Peaceful Warrior was a ritually dressed Native American shaman who had passed over from the Otherworld to attend, watch and bless President Obama's warrior's ordeal. He had been the one who had shared the Secret of the Peaceful Warrior all along with me specifically to teach President Obama. President Obama descended the tower of test successfully, becoming through survival of the warrior's trial, a peaceful leader of many nations.

After the ordeal succesfully completed, the wife and family of President Obama, the blonde-haired woman, the Native American Peaceful Warrior, and some national security people got into a car. Driving down the road, thanks was given that the blonde-haired woman had been found worthy to transmit the Secret of the Peaceful Warrior to President Obama, and thanks was given that President Obama had been found worthy to receive it.

After thanks was given, it was time for The Peaceful Warrior shaman to return to the Otherworld. I laid my arm touching upon his back, giving thanks for his teaching, as he flew out the window of the car and returned to the Otherworld.

The dream scene changed. There was a group of men who had been watching the whole ordeal. The blonde-haired woman was a member among their group of equals. The group was like a cabal and coven. Though unusual, the woman was part of 'the gang of guys' because, as one of the guys remarked to the reporter reporting on it, "she's an awesome shiksa!" and they all affectionately laughed and nodded in agreement. Like a cabal and a coven, this gang of guys and a woman was a magical learning group, like brothers and a sister.

"Shiksa!?" I turned to face them exclaiming, swatting my hand at each one of them.

I woke up.

Related entry - Skatha and the Hero-Warriors of the Red Branch

Magical Disaster At The Sweat Lodge

כ"ג בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 24

An interesting article from Beyond Growth, The Dark Side of The Secret: Reading James Arthur Ray’s Sweat Lodge Disaster through a Magickal Lens, looks at the recent sudden deaths at an Arizona sweat lodge "spiritual warrior" spiritual cleansing event gone horribly awry from the perspective of shamanic transformation magic and asks:

From the magickal perspective, it’s not that James A Ray has been bullshitting us about a mythical Law of Attraction, but that he is indeed a powerful magician who attracted some very powerful, albeit unwanted results. We’d want to ask, “how did he attract this experience?” and “how can we protect ourselves from attracting similar experiences?”

Author, philosopher and NLP Practitioner Duff McDuffee further writes on evoking the Warrior and the attempt to transform an archetype of violent war into one of spiritual honor:

One of the ultimate accomplishments of a magician is to be able to transform a demon into an ally. The Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage is a complex, 6-month long ritual designed to gain the “Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel,” and then using such an accomplishment to summon demons and transform them into allies.

Indeed, this magical task is not without danger:

One could think of a demon as a negative habit or unwanted emotion at the personal level, or a general negative tendency at the collective level. Attempts at such transformation are a dangerous business, much cautioned about in both stories of magic and actual grimoires. Through humiliating failures, magicians (that survive) can learn humility with respect to the gods or archetypes, eventually gaining more mastery with the magick of transformation, but always with the knowledge of one’s limitations.

Read the full insightful article at the link above and choose teachers wisely.

My Mother's Shoppe

כ"ג בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 24

My mother lost her job last Wednesday. Today I helped her create her own Etsy shoppe, Treasures By Cher, where she will sell handcrafted crocheted doilies, afghans, holiday heirlooms and baby items. Check out my mother's shoppe!

May her much deserved early retirement result in the creation of many beautiful treasures by Cher.

A Mystery Of Lively Hood

י'ו בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 17

My kabbalistically witchy Remedy For Livelihood Spell Kit sold today at WITCHCRAFTS under the powerful blessing of the full harvest moon. With the money brought to me through that purchase, in turn I purchased a boldy divine and paradoxical dark goddess full harvest moon spell pouch. May the spell kit be a blessing for both seller and buyer. So mote it be. אמן

Related entries:

Time Travel Without The Mother's Hood
Divine Paradox Spell Pouch

Time Travel Without The Mother's Hood

ט'ו בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 16

Commenting on my dream The Tzohar Book, my friend Lisha brought to my attention that the Hebrew word tzohar (צוהר) can mean "a small window, a skylight, or an opening, aperture, or opportunity." Given my response that the baby's swelling, in my dream, was secondary to the birth process itself (as opposed to the result of an inherent abnormality of the baby herself), she further suggested that the "aperture" or "opportunity" was also related to the birth process.

This association makes perfect sense to me, particularly within the proximal context of the Heikhalot dream and the runic divination, By Force Of Destiny.

It may be that the first Heikhalot dream "flashback scene" with the pregnant woman was "flashing back" to my own birth. Then, this follow-up dream with the baby was expanding, to elucidate further, upon the forces at work around my own birth.

As I've written in many blogs over the years, I was born actively remembering my preincarnate existence and perinatal birth experience - and I have never forgotten imy existence or experience. Perhaps being "born without the mother's hood" (as telepathically brought forth in the baby dream) pertains to "not forgetting" those experiences. I was born not forgetting. I was born remembering. The memory of actually physically being born is a psychospiritually traumatic memory that has left a lasting impression on my consciousness to this day even. The "mother's hood" would therefore be the source of forgetting. The traumatic memory of physical birth is the source of the baby's swelling.

It becomes clear then, from the Heikhalot dream in proximal combination with the Tzohar dream, that I participated to bring forth into my carnate life the circumstances necessary for healing myself even before I was born.

Only One Detail

ט'ו בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 16

Most of my dream from last night has faded from memory, but I do remember one detail, only one detail, in fact - Benjamin Netanyahu was in it. It wasn't a political dream, nor was it a particularly personal dream. It was more of an informational dream.

The Tzohar Book

י'ד בתשרי תש"ע
Blodlessing 15

In follow-up to the flashback dream scene with a pregnant woman in it seeking help as described in Heikhalot, The Nine-Tenths Gate, last night, I dreamt.

A newborn baby was severely ill and I brought her before the doctor. The doctor looked at the baby whose face and head were swollen. The woman (me as the "mother" of the baby) said, "my husband thinks it's lethal."

The doctor then pulled out several books, one after the other, off his shelf, as one who is totally involved in researching an interesting problem. He pulled out from among the many books one book in particular he called the Tzohar book (not Zohar, it was made clear in the dream that the book was the Tzohar book, pronounced with a tzadi and not a zayin and it was called the Tzohar book). He studied quickly over many pages, then "erased" some shadowy things somehow along the baby's spine (I saw it and he did it through something like X-ray vision and motion - he could reach into the baby's body like a spirit-being), saying as he did it that "it's not necessarily that bad." I "heard" telepathically that the baby had been "born without the mother's hood", something to the effect that a "special interest had been taken in my case" and something suggesting that the doctor "went back for a cure."

I took a pregnancy test. I was not pregnant.

I woke up.