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Dee sees.

John Dee and sorcery, well mainly just a witty title, and then a long-winded monologue of my thoughts yet again… i feel highly limited speaking Here about sorcery, but as of late a topic that needs further personal definition, to thoroughly break past those retarded barriers set into place by years of off-hand dismissal… diverted energy from an actualization of dreams and desires, distracted by the perpetuation of the current mythic operating system, and realizing how it has been corrupted by others without any regard for future innovations….sustaining the dissected unit for robotic fulfillment while the endlessly youthful side waits for the opportunity to render something worth hanging around for… read two Casteneda books with more on the plate, but now working through a copy of Space/ Time Magic by Taylor Ellwood, thin book but i have only just begun… still trying to figure out what keeps me going onward, my love the only floating raft, but still taken from granted by the immature mind… maybe the ego, as it clings to the surface deceptions, tries to take everything too seriously… there is very little fat in my head, not enough to keep the portal open forever, but where a disposable vessel becomes breathing humanity is where the real person is at… all of us potential warriors and sorcerers, the more mature visions resurrecting a vital truth, but is it by true will alone or through the many narrowed perspectives….the relay as the signal is sent out and comes back a pure energy with all hope for the positive return, but an inner preparation and focus to be ready for the negative return… i am a believer in the chaos buffering against us all as we grind ourselves down in the fires of our own motion… i believe in a mystical shamanistic side of life that drives the demons away when we let them, but our thoughts can always take on new dimensions even if we aren’t the one to think them so thoroughly out, expanding further under the auspice of the unknown outcome… to gauge and weight the situation, the ritual of balance in the midst of this whirling thing we are in, and there is so much to make happen before the light extinguishes from the eyes… from mathematics and the divination to perceive the variations as they wash over the milky opaque film as it is played by the players like a game, and no gestures alone seem to fulfill the semantics either… we are obviously more than mere puppetry, but at what point does the adult mind have to become this all-encompassing negative suck?… it is no wonder why people would choose to die rather than submit to a system that betrays its own versions of individual intellect… all great will workers, whether Golden Dawn or purely hermetic, decide for themselves where they wish to go in this life… where is your destination?…

Thanks, khet.