#chaote

Image and quote made by me, ArcaneAbomination. I quote this using my Magickal name Oculus Bloodmoon.

A little glimpse into my psychonauts work. It’s a recount of the deep astral gnosis journey I’ve undergone over the years and a bit of a conversation I had with existence. I recount it hear in a slightly more poetically biblical stylization for your enjoyment.

I've decided to keep a running list of all the cool things I've realized i can make my servitor do, and the results I get. This is the first time I'm experimenting with this kind of magick so I think it would be fun to chronicle >:)

༻᯾↯𖣔𖣘𖣔↯᯾༺

::to manifest random events that have a positive impact.

🫐Your magicial practice can look completely different than someone who does a similar practice

🧸While years of spiritual and magical teachings and wisdom from once source is useful do not count out wisdom from different streams which you may not be use too

🕯️We are in the golden age of information, research

Sigil to calm anxiety related to unwanted & unexpected noises for @habibiville

INTRO: PSYCHOTIC BITCH

 this is scribed out of my teenage diary when I first acquired the book Liber Null and Psychonaut as a high schooler with a rebel spirit and petulant for chaos, destruction and lack of any consequence (and a high tendency for psychic events but I had atheist parts who programmed me to disbelieve in my spiritism roots).:

*** If you read, you'll judge. 

SO FUCK OFF.     22/2/09   Incessant, consistent bordering temperamental, unpredictable A BLUR: If I have to choose a collection of adjectives to describe the onset of this year, those would be my chosen few.   CHAOS.   Regardless of the rollercoaster worthy joy start + my chin is well above the ground and my heart is still beating heavily.    I DEFY ALL SCIENCE.   I SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE.   If I rewound the tick-tock clock and set it to playback the events of the past seven months, plus add a vile and disruptive little monster who cunningly asks the -7 month ago me whether she'd picture her circumstance to be drawn the way it is at current, I would of honestly told that rude and intrusive little monster that I would be a world away from here.    DEAD.    Regardless, I'm glad of the insipid destination which I've landed in.    I spent the first 44 days of this year off my head on drugs.   EMPLOYED TO SELF-DESTRUCT AT ANY AND ALL COSTS. Even while I study and work.    You want to know the truth though?   I feel like I've been reborn.    Despite my "oh-so-obvious" junkie quota being fulfilled, I am more mentally stable than I've been in a very long time.    Lie out my tarot cards and offer me a million dollars to reveal my future and I'll still tell you to fuck off. Fate isn't real. Nothing can be predetermined.    Time is interchangeable and a flexible masterpiece.    Anything is possible, this rollercoaster ride is becoming more wild by the macro-second.   The tunnel we're lurching through is poisoned with pitch-black inevitability.    I am my own god, don't try and bring me down with a kingdom of deceit.   This isn't real This isn't real This isn't REAL This isn't REAL.   ASHAMED.   Time goes to waste

Ashamed is something that I've scrunched up and thrown away into the past.

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accidental recovery arose from this period of intentional self-annihilation. 

From the intentional 'dark night of the soul' induced psychotic to a psychonaut via the process of psycho-alchemy.