ALZM

Writing and music as well I suppose..

After seeing Grant murder each and every friend I have I challenged him to a duel. Mano a mano....
Pike against unarmed martial art.... untested, maybe insane martial art... It need not work.... And well personally I don't think he is going to show up because he knows I am on a limited budget and will therefore starve to death there whilst he get's to stay in england and sit pretty.
I fully expect him not to show up.... But maybe he could be goaded to do so... I am an old enemy of his supposedly.... and that might lead to a certain confidence in his idea of needing to be rid off me... It may turn out to be unarmed versus unarmed combat... Though in his case that might mean he has a nice little poisoned dagger somewhere up his sleeve.... Or hitmen stationed on the roof... Or a mutated nuclear tank from the future ready to drop on my head before the fighting happens.... You never know.... I mean the man sides with the Klu Klux clan.
I hope for fairness on his side... I may choose nothing but to remain honorable in my own image of myself.... What he does? God only knows... Though in his case that's more likely to be Satan..... What possible weakness would this man have? Maybe his followers would mind if when honestly challenged and the whole world knows.... He declines in favor of dishonor.....
If I am right about this, he is responsible for the murder of almost every single last friend I ever had.... As such God is on my side.....

Ah my god and then some........ Every single last thing I try get's fucked over.... Pardonnez moi pour mon metier mais les idiotes maconique cest tres idiotique...... As I said pardon my french....
I mean Michael Ingalls is a nice guy and I did figure out he liked the idea of me in the masons..
Sure... it's an honor to some sure... But fuck it.... I am OTO that makes sense to me a great fucking deal....
Nowe I don't get to do any thelema?
For let's suppose for a second I'd go I like caring about plants...
It has to do with agape.
Guess what...
My heart get's ripped out.
Now let's suppose I said I want to maybe have a beer.... It could appeal... It has to do with the will.... then what the hell?
There went my will.
It's not thelemic... I am thelemic...
So therefore Fuhuhuhuhuck it.

I would use a form of psychological science to make them see how much the pain meant to me.
And then thank them for the lesson in Bdsm.
That is before I get even.

After a few years of dealing with these fuckers, I don't get to do anything I like doing myself.
For the idea I got about past incarnations doing my work for me which I learned from a friend for instance is totally bastardised and used against me in the way that now total morons do my writing for me, run my life, screw me over left and right and whenever I give them any kind off chance to try something out they fuck up all over the place.

Some while ago Someone I know saw me travel to moonbase temple on a piece of rock, it was fucked but it worked..
He then goes why not join the masons or something.
I give it a try but fuck, at first we got slightly along..
Then I get a bit really spiritual on their asses and they totally deny that for it being mideaval whilst I know other people, in the present even, who get a mass of sheer shit out off alchemy.
I did too.. and even made gold....
So that thereby they are full of shit.
That and well I gave the fuck up and they still come at me and hurt me all over the place.
Now they are sending all sorts of fucked spirits at me fucking me over even more......
I really wanna pull a little pontius pilate bit at them...
At best.
They suck dhiarrhoea ridden ass.

When i tell you that an eraser is definitely part of the masonic initiations would you deny this to be thwe truth whilst frankly they are necessary part of things to such murderous filth as the masons are?
For if they kill somebody they get to use the eraser to magickally wipe out the idea.
Think about this for a while, if you draw something with pencil and disagree do you get to erase it?
As such anyone even remotely unrewarding of their complete and utter imbecility is killed if they disagree with them at all.

(e/t)*(c/m)=h=(et)/(C*M)=H+W

H = heart
W = Will

The kerwal Grimoire and EQ26.

One thing has always been missing from the thelemic magickal work sphere. It's own grimoire based on an esotheric use of the name of Crowley for instance... This one text is the one I am willing to share with the world... and it's better by far than just having the Goetia, though some entities double up. Especcially the demons ofcourse. The entities mentionned are all controlled by the letter combinations and the sephirah they are connected with.. As such a work with Derusapineus, the badger god in this grimoire, is done by making a sigil of the name of the entity and then adding that to a triangle.. After which point one evokes the entity making up the psyche and more of Crowley into the triangle... One interviews the spirit and sends it on, with proper banishment prior and after. The entitity is commanded by the letter combination in the text below. Therefore a more pliable entity will yield it's aid to you and be willing to work in accordance with your will. In fact the entity will respond to the letter combination as if it was a neural pathway in the mind of God and yield fully to you and allow you to make any demands off it.. I can say of having worked with derusapineus that he is very willing to aid one in the acts of life one needs help with and as such is a mighty friend.
The grimoire is designed to express the secrets of the name of Crowley that has 26 letters and is thus identitical in ways with the english alphabet. The numbering of it is through personal research and will yield more articles on the subject in the future. Basically the entire name is a mystical approach to Crowley's existance and use of it like this will yield ways into gnosis only intended for those who work like him and identify with his life. This can be done in multiple ways.. and one of them is through work with the letter combinations... It basically yields a schema ha Crowley. Any additional entities to be connected to the resulting combinations should be identical in meaning to the numerical value of the letter combinations... The resulting form of English qabalah is dependant upon the numbering established by the english magicians who test drove the system to good use for years and of whom Jake Stratton Kent is a well known member. The system derives it's usefulness from an interpretation of malkuth and thereby an interval of eleven. It being the recipient system of use in the common day of the english occulture in the right places but updated by the writer of this article to include the number values of the hebrew and greek as well as other system which all
derive their numbering from a 10 to 20 increase instead of 10 11. This standard is well established by such systems and ignoring such is the bane of all modern use of such.

EG God is 20.7.6 = 33
HGA = 4.20.1. = 25
Bast = 200.1.5.600. = 806 = 8 + 0 + 6 = 14
Horus = 4.7.30.80.5. =126 =1 + 2 =36
Maat = 300.1.1.600 = 902 = 9 + 0 + 2 =11
Voodoo = 10.7.7..6.7.7. = 40
Eshu = 700.5.4.80. = 789 = 7 + 8 + 9 = 24
Mami Waters = 300.1.300.400 3.1.600.700.30.5. = 2340 = 2 + 3 + 4 + 0 = 9
Orunmila = 7.30.80.50.300.400.2.1. = 870 = 15 = 6
Use of the grimoire yields the following with Mami Waters.
Volac.Sarapis.Volac.Alloces. Horus.Sarapis.Stolas.Leraje.Buer.Derusapineus.
In effect Mami waters can thereby be understood as a force comprised of all these other forces.

A long time ago when I was still convinced of my sanity a bit of weirdness happenned, I realised maybe I need to be understood and made to go sane. So I went into psychiatric treatment of my own will so to find out for real if I really was nuts. Back then I had gotten into voodoo through expressing some respect for a voodoo priest I liked somewhat... After that the weirdness got a lot more pronounced.. I was convinced? I may be nuts and then some then... For if it amplified the nature of my mind and weird crap happenned then well maybe my very mind was insane... My subconscious the pit of because where the true nature of my mind belonged. As such sure...
Years passed I got horse medicine after horse medicine and the more I stayed true to them the more nuts things got... I mean they didn't halt at all and only through esotheric theorem and applied parapsychology was my madness at all halted. I then at some point defied the very idea that these drugs should help and with the helpp of my genius figured out the very nature of my cure. It got denied by my shrink all the way and I defied him right back... Untill in the end...........
After being denied years and years and years of A.'.A.'. work and becoming wise and powerful and more my shrink denied the very thing though I kept all the info on the actual work in three different diaries.. He and his kind fully ignored such and like simon tried flying with the christians praying for his doom untill he fell through sheer denial and negapsi my initiations where cancelled out by the fool. Then at one point I did the following... I pretended to go do some magick and he somehow astrally showed up as a fata morgana... I had prepared the area well... And when he did show up I teleported away leaving him sinking into the pit below...... Then I added some serious acid to the pit and as he stood in it watched him dissolve in utter bliss, instantly my powers and initiations and all the work I had done came back to me..... I smiled and thereafter knew for ever.... Psychiatry is mad and magick is sanity itself.

After defying Grant for quite a while... He got a bit normal my way on me and I accepted him.. He then doesn't go as Fucked up on my life any more and even nema here and there went quite decenmt though in a way she and her borg thing well.Maybe it is just a joke sure, but I did see her in opne alternative time and well she was queen of the borg... Ofcourse this is all vague and shit so well..... I am somehow still glad at destroying my sanity is for the dogs? For well I did insult her I believe...
She never did respond to the original bit in there that i found insulting so maybe I should get my copy back from good ole boris.... And maybe Edit out what typoes are in there and publish the mother.

The man had known that he was good to his own people for a while in the form that he allways collected and that even though people didn't have money he still forced them.... That in his notion was the decent thing to do for wasn't he god somehow? He had been hoarding cash that way for a long long while whilst all the decent ideas others had where found to be indecent to him... For in truth wasn't Mammon god of mankind? The film had shown him that much and he really believed it. Then after a while of contemplating how much raw utter cash he had he looked through the paper.... An ad showed up on page 20... For a pagan vacation... He considered it, for well maybe Mammon really was a pagan god. He called the people of the ad and asked how much it was to go on a holiday to Glastonbury with them... The arktion representative quoted a figure and the man though it hurt him severely in his pocket said yes after a while... For now he could truly tell if his idea of hoarding money was truly pagan and so good in the way the film showed.
A week passed and he packed a rucksack and filled it with some clothes and a toilet bag and other needed gear... He got on the bus to where you where supposed to get on and he saw a group of interested people wait and chat amongst each other in excited voices... He tried to join in with his idea opf the paganism in the film in the back of his mind.... He got along a little here and there but he didn't truly immediately get accepted by them... Maybe, he thought my idea has yet to mature a little... The bus took off and after a while someone started singing an old pagan tune and a few people joined in till the whole bus was vibrating and shaking with the singing. The man didn't get it...

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When the very idea of the purity is well examined it is largely the notion of one's deep dedication to one's personal goals through defiance of what stems out off ignorance.
Odin hangs those who defy the gods and only those who survive this become true people of power in the eyes of the aesir.
Gallows meat is therefore hallowed by it's defiance against that which is seen as incorrect..
The mandrake which when silent issues forth the lovers future is generated out of the children of the defiant person.
Seaman's legs are those which defy the rolling of the ship of fate which due to the nature of it's coarse must brave the thunderous waves.
In truth is Osiris the one who has found his centre, his self somehow for through defiance of what does not suit his idea of enlightenment he makes his own justice felt.
The idea of the cynocephalus is that he does what Tahuti himself finds impossible somehow for he does not understand that this nature of his baboon self is itself divine to tahuti in that the baboon can solve his own problems his own and tahuti can only understand things his way as well.
The way of the king is that of the defiance of the illiterate nonsense of the people who do not understand the enlightened way of God.
By dedicating oneself to one's hopes and dreams for the betterment of one's situation on must do so from a state of balance itself dedicating this justice to the nature of great mother Chaos.
The nature of all chaos magick at work is that that itself is understanding of things from one's point of view, it working because it works with the divine qualities of self that empower all magick of the psychological sort.
Try psychoanalysis if you feel that somehow your mind in it's somewhat nutty state can be understood by those who treat the alchemy of the soul as the true understanding of how to become yourself fully.
The priestesses of Maat understood this as the way in which things came to be more true from the utter rejection of the ignorant state.
People changing truely though is not possible at all, for aren't we somehow people after we change our minds.
The way Seth rationally divides the nature of enlightenment into byte size peices allows for the creation of personal wisdom through grokking the pieces together into one.

After a while in which seriously screwy astral crap continued to happen nuit restored normalcy somewhat... The typhonians are forcing me to enter and well I tried some while ago and they denied a return letter so they are full hypocrites on the subject. The horus maat is shown to be more heroic and real about shit than I thought, but even they tried fucking me over here and there, mostly due to screwy kircher tree maybe. I don't think just people would screw over people that try and help make the world more sane and real. I deny and deny and deny typhonia... And Grant seems to get so pissed off at that that it just isn't funny.. I mean he is all about the aeon of Zain he says, the sword, and he denies my choice? The sword.. More fucking insane hypocrisy. The typhonians also seem to be about restoring tradition here and there but when you actually do and wanna use such they screw you the fuck over. So Grant really is about restoring tradition? No real goddamn way. Then the idea that he get's you known for one of his books was about largely unknown occult authors... You try getting him on your side with publishing a book full of occult info he fucks you... Skoob or nothing he goes... Well lulu gives me more freedom on the subject of my own book... And skoob no idea, but I bet they edit the living shit out off stuff. So well with a new aign related to the RC and GD and AA and such I fuck him over... And guess which sign royally screws the supposed antichrist?
Pontius pilate washing his hands off him.
I am not totally sure yet which sephirah this belongs to, but it might be higher than tiphareth ofcourse.... I did figure out this much.... Grant is all about Hod... and only about hod.
I was for a while... Due to philosophy fitting there, but seriously went beyond.
Even restored things to Maat she somewhat understood in the past but never as well as through the model I came up with making utter sense of her. She went Botis and it worked, she makes sense of herself now.. So maat doesn't screw me... Nor does Horus much... or even Set..
So after this much screwiness I guess I have to seriouslly kiss mayor utter ass and try to re-enter the HML for Typhonia and me no thank you.

After more than 10 years of time, tonight I made the last two models.
Making a grand total of ten models.
@ trees of life.
One in english and one in hebrew.
Then for all the human aeons the needed models to go sane and be able to look up all the details.
For malkuth physics and the sepher yetzirah double pyramid axis model. (thoth)
For Yesod Trigrammaton. (Khonsu)
For Hod geomancy. (set)
For Netzach Gaelic. (Hathor/Baphomet)
For Tiphareth Goetic. (Maat)
For geburah nordic. (Horus)
For Chesed Greek. (Osiris)
For Daath Arabic (Isis)
The mako, besj and shai (if that's even them....) Ones are missing.
But then they are all Great Old One related.
I hold the key to the world's sanity.
And I intend to test man fully just to see if any of them makes it.
If not......
Muhahahahahaahahahhaha.

I have been timetravelling and giving my family stock tips all across time to make sure they are stinking rich by the time I go back to the states, only to find that the future has fucking time cops.
They don't like me for my temporal travel much... in fact they hate it when I show up with say new inventions to show to maggie or tell her about all sorts of shit that the world in her past doesn't know about.
Just now i let her hear thriller, it's 1984 and the song is not out yet.
The pigs and me have a certain thing yet to clear up... Namely that their very existance is due to me.
Maybe never sharing the theory... but with some people makes sure they don't exist...
Who knows..... Maybe only the Gods do.

Yes several times....
I didn't always apologise.
I guess I should here and there.

Take an old beaten up tea kett;e, then go to a bathroom fixture store and buy translucent tick tubing and some Duct tape if they have it. Otherwise go to a DIY store for that.
Buy some cat nip at a pet store.
Then add the cat nip to water.
Pour the water into the kettle.
Duct tape the hose to the kettle.
Put it on a low flame.
Festina lente.
For instance how ideally, a lobster should be cooked.
You go for a low flame for a long time, middle flame for a short one and high flame for any time you want.
The idea is that lobster does not find out he is in boiling water till he is fully used to it and does't even wanna escape his nice warm bath.
Result lobster you would kill God for.
Back to the oil.
Distill festina lente en watch for rainbows during.
Not outside though.........
Cath the distillate in a little cooled glass.
The cold so that it condenses more readily so you won't have that much loss of essential vapours.
Slug if you feel like tripping.

Take bananas, peel them and eat the centres or mix them up with some strawberries in a blender with sugar and yoghurt for a nice treat.
Cut the inner white off the peels, then put that in a skillet with honey and some cinnamon.
Then take nutmuscat and crush that and add that too.
Add some crushed oil of catnip.
Then very slowly heat that on a low flame.
Increase the heat after a decent amount of time has passed, then on a moest flame let it simmer some more, then finally, Turn up the heat fully.
Do this until you get a brown sort off smell which is kinda sugary still from the honey.
Toast some bread.
And then smear the paste onto the bread with some butter or margarine, does not really matter maybe.
Eat and when the visions hit?
Control them in every single last bit.
Enjoy thyself.

93/696

I have spent the last four five days working alchemically on showing a mastery of the tree of life with alchemy till it created an almost physical entity by the name of Prampulo. At least that is the name we have decided on sofar. It also created a little something else... Perfected ens. Which if I ever get clearance by either toot yube or googlevid will be shown online.
Untill then the cowards refuse to "air" my new vid.
Which although rough really shows physical rejuvenation occurring.
I know hikeping is prolly interested and i do have a whole pan full and only need little maybe but i don't know if it will keep good untill the time it's to hike's place by post.
Closest I can get to storing it is by either adding alcohol (and I am all out now) or freezing it.
However, i am going to experiment with what happens to some in day light and in moon light having the idea the moonlight will treat it better.

For the last three years I experienced how idiots took over my life and forced me to live their menial existance. I fought, i killed them and I saw the far future... in which the theory about past lives taking over when you yourselves are too lazy to do your own thing has turned into a moron fest.
I am not that uber special in my book but I at least know how to run my fucking life well enough to enjoy it... not these fools.

Savage teeth burst into a growing crater of Hell.
My primitive mind fills with a rage i will no longer quell.
Bones restructure as I become the tool of Damnation.
Claws held out, growling my defiance at civilization.

Your death awaits, my red eyes hunger.
Your death awaits, life for you no longer.
Your death awaits, you may run but you can't hide!
Your death awaits, because my humanity has finally DIED!

Chapter seven – A nobleman amongst savages.

Sallah thought long and hard upon his predicament “I got to this damned forest to be with these people and now what the hell?”
Robin scratched his beard and said “Today we rescue Tuck from the monastery of the hidden light.”
Sallah beat his head upon his hand and went “Now that is all we need.. A christian holy man!”
Robin and his men laughed, “Well we already have a muselman holy man then?”
Sallah became quiet and prayed to the illimitable god of his people and one day the world and went and proclaimed “My Allah the merciful smite you for such for I am but a humble man.”
Little spawn laughed and said “Yeah sure Sal, humble my rotund ass!”
Sallah came close to drawing his scimitar, but then remembered the story by the Man that had come to intimate him to Robin across time and take him from his beloved homeland to far off Aengland.
The Man had done so because Sallah would one day become the mighty lord of the Arabs come to kick out the knight templar. The amazing Sallah Ah Din.
Sallah kept his cool and when the map came out pretended he was really interested even though he hated crystain-inanity.
Together they came to the monastery and searched out tuck, with the help of a forgotten spirit, by the name of Derusapineus they found Tuck who was busy getting to know his inner manhood by feeling himself up in his cell.
“Hemm yeaaaasss?????” went tuck when they finally came close.
“Art though the wise Tuck?” went Robin.
“Yehehehehesssss!!” went Tuck.
Robin picked the lock on the door and together they hauled out the big man from his cell to the forest, where together they where into all forms of work and even wrote it all down.
Tuck remembered his lessons in Khemistrie and taught robin about gass, whilst sallah provided a pig bladder and acorns to fill the bladder with and taught robin how to catch the gass from his lesons in qlipothic warfare. Together they became famous... Sallah prayed to Allah.. Robin to the horned huntsman, and Tuck to Christ. And Allah? He listened as did Astarte.

Good morning.
The last few days in godly fashion, I have been creating a homonculus.
This to help my alchemy and magick and life even further.
He seems to be kinda ok sofar.
Being spirit only.
But now he is taking shape.
This being the fifth day and god creating man in five I am going to do so as well.
Why not?
The cat by the way is having illusions of grandeur due to her little mind being christianised.
She thinks that she is going to be the pookie god herself.
Well well well litle tonnie..

I talked to a fata morgana Alobar yesterday who was interested in the potential off a cure.
I then set abut to do so with the gluhwein as a base, over the course of the entire night I effected a fully heqa cure all over the tree in atziluth.
In the end it created a spiritual homonculus and it cured me fully beyond my old right eye problem that I have due to mbd.
I slept kinda shortly from dawn to 11:25 but I have proven this.
I can go fully sane and am therefore more to the point than the psychiatric medication that does not adress the issue of curing at all.
Whilst the meds wore off some few days ago having not taken them for a month.
I am now more sane than i ever was on psych meds.

After having insulted an astral travelling Kenneth Grant, I have been fighting the Typhonians left and right.
I need to protect my head with stolen astral guillotine blades which he sent me to destroy me.
I have fought him all across time.
And will continue till his demise.
Which thank the gods is close.
Though not due to me, but due to his adfvancing years,.
Let it stay that way.. i don't want to be responsible for the death of a supposedly all that thelemic author.

Take an apple, slice it into semi thick but not too thick, parts.
Then take cinnamon.
Sugar.
Place a little margarine in a skillet or whatever amount you want, or find applicable.
Place the apple slices in the skillet, dust with sugar and cinnamon.
Turn up the heat to the lowest setting, light it.
Say festina lente.
Continue with the heat untill about 3 to 4 minutes have passed.
Turn the heat up half way for 2 and a half minutes.
Then all the way for a minute at most.
Then turn over the slices and repeat the experiment.
Result is very tasty cinnamon enriched candied apple surprise.

The extra.

I did the recippee preceding with one half of the slices.
Then turned them over and fried them on full setting for about a minute and a halve.
Then someone, a gourmet, was invited to try both halves.
He found the fried one disappointing to the extreme.
And the other halve quite tasty and then some.
Sure you can ignore the freakiness but the result will be only adequate.



Then say Festina lente at the skillet with the app

C= Air = Speed
E= Fire = Energy
T= Earth = Time

Speed is energy time squared.
Therefore something happens speedily if you take the time to do it in a way you enjoy the physical world.

I would like to discuss particle acceleration now,... :)
If in a vacuum tunnel you have a certain speed this means that there is energy propelling it that is equal to it's physical form moving physically.
Now.... Relative speed therefore equates to how much potential energy is found in the physical earth dissolving.
(Dissolving because you feel good about doing something.)
There through A certain speed is amplified by lessening it's enthropic state of structural existance with how much you want the structure to have an effect on your acting things out.

Einsteins E=mc squared can also be understood rather easily.
Fire is made when two objects with speed relative to each other move across each other.
Two stick of wood have mass... they move across each other and you get heat.
Try it with your hands... rub your hands together really quickly and you will get warm hands.
Energy.

So C=ET squared is really not that hard to understand... it just needs enough experience with it personally to come up with a fitting example like the hands rubbing that immediately makes sense.
Maybe I do get to win a price.
But not for my very difficult one... but for the one I just stated was a bit simple.
Can't blame you all...... Perhaps you see a sheister where a sheister exists.

Dear people, the last ten eleven years have been spent updating the
Golden material up to the point that almost every mayor chakra in the human system has a whole system attached to it as a way of explaining and using that sort of energy.
I intended it to help young people who had psychic experiences make sense of their lives in such a way that madness could be averted more easily.
That came about through meeting a young man years ago on the internet by name of Memory.
He had come up with a vampiress that I foolishly fell in love with.
He couldn't deal with the fact that his creation had a mind off her own.
As such I suspect him to have gone mad at some point in his life.
This could have been averted had he had a model of what he wanted to understand and could just look it up.
Our time periods in life are dedicated to different gods and goddesses... No typhon among them thank god. These stand for archetypal states in which we somehow find ourselves. As such having a complete language to look meaningful words that pertain unto personal problems to look things up in and understand throguh valid numerology is a good way of understaning yourself as I found.
I offer that to the world.
Anyone out there in the Golden Dawn therefore that wants tp update their grade material can for the length of five days come to me over email, lj, letter or phone.
After that time I will delete this post.
And if no-one has the gumption to want to do this they are not worth the dawn they so allude to in my view.
If this is not done.
Then I will continue with my order the Cthulhic Golden Dawn and teach the updated grade material in that.
My email adress is alien696@home.nl
My phone number is 031-485-320229
My adress is Alexander Blok
At : street - korhoenderveld 14
5431 HH
Cuijk
NB
The Netherlands.

Screw you if you can't take it.

Air is much like farting.
It is created out off the heat of your dinner digesting in your belly which takes time to do so.
C=ET Squared.

This has been the major question in my life since I was very young, in fact it meant a lot to me when I was too young to consider the philosophical ramifications of it.
I felt like an ugly duckling.. the odd one out.. The alien.
Now where did i come from then?
Not fitting into my own family... no-one understanding me.. me being so beyond my own teacher of math i came up with my own equations to deal with something he wanted me to learn by rote..
I can tell you the answer is out there.
The answer to my quandaRY IS EXACTLY the same as to the existance of creation itself.
Now where did it come from.
I come from an emptiness.. A womb.. yet my birth was the onset of my further non latent existance.
The same for the universe.
If we where to cancwel out all the physical elements that we know are responsible for the world we know then what we have left is the prima causa.
Therefore cancelling out these elements of which there are four, which relate to the name of God, means we get the prima causa of our, it's and his existance.
WE are latent in the beginning. non manifest... cancelled out.
Think about this if we exist and the greatest common denominator in existance is space it must be responsible.
Yet Heisenberg proved that in ALL equations there is some doubt... some uncertainty... something you cannot equate except for by a small number... That somehow resolves from making sure nothing interrupts.
This must be the unborn babe coming into existance... for with there being nothing reality is such' child.
There cannot be another cause.
For there is nothing.
Yet we have this left.
Heisenbeg's principle for even nothing cannot be.
Out of this follow creation in a non latent form.
For with this said it is if it's the same somehow the very reason why things exist... And as such we would have things... the universe or better yet.. prior to that the big bang.
This has to consist of dark matter which is converted into normal matter by means of it's instability which in a way is Heisenberg's principle.
My theorem therefore is.
(E/T*(C/M)=h=(E*T)/(C*M)
If any number is filled in for any of the first or last four the answer throughout the entire equation is the same. Heisenberg's principle.

93/696

I wanted to get some sleep here when I was bothered by the fact that the people here where ganging up on me immmesely... Making sure my brain got carved apart and sucked away. I fought.
I think I made sure 8 people no longer hold any real faith in their quack squad jobs. Then came the obligatory hypocrite bit.
Maggie ingalls showed up, as did Kenneth Grant.. I made damn sure the one I hate most did not make it back and the other got told I side with myhself and those I like and not those who decline further conversation just because things get real.
Time travelling all the way I have now come to the point that I think I will have scythios protect me and just get some sleep.
All in all... I kicked mayor ass...

(personal note – having consistently worked on this till I went fucking sane I think it's a warranted repost)


One thing I noticed over the years was the severe pain involved with psychosis.
Liking my amount off it here and there but finding this too excessive I realised that maybe i should just cure myself and enjoy bdsm in other ways than my brain getting ever so fubar.
As such, and it being related to the sudden appearance of a figure in the astral i answered my own question after nine years of suffering from psychosis.
How is this possible?
Well he was there latently anyway, which is the same as intuitive understanding of his role in my and other people's lives, and what follows is that he definitely comes forth out off latency which however is not the same as understanding him.
Why?
Well doing that just makes you more fubar.
It instantly cured the feeling in my mouth, that went TACK and broke every single last time I tried saying anything which then caused more pain.
The solution being this my equation came into mind as well.
For it is the scientific explanation of my understanding.

(E*T)/(C*M)=h=(E/T)*(C/M)=/P*h=T*M/Enth*h/E*p=T*E=Cou*PSupNat/T*E=T*p*C
.........................................-..........-..........-.....-
....................................T/E*(CM)..pMad*h/T*pSupNat.P*T...T*PSupNat

pSupNat = Potential of super natural experiences occurring.
h = heisenbergs uncertainty principle at work
E = Energy
T = Time
C = speed
M = Mass
R = Heisenberg's uncertainty principle.
p = potentia
Mad = Madness
ent= enthropy of the brain in this case.
Cou - Counselour/ing

Now my visions go away.

The number of magick...

In truth is the number of magick the number of the mad.. They walk the esotheric and exotheric lines which blend into one.. Is not the madman he who talks to God and get's a result?
In truth is the nature of madness that which forces one to contemplate the unknown and exotherically assign himself to it in the howlings of the mad djinn in the desert being heard by him.
Him ofcourse an operative term, her is as applicable... The curies were male and female yet they beheld the glopw of Uranium as a nightlight almost... What did this do to them but the very issuing forth of the magickal current itself.. It brough genetic and other change. That they died is a minor thing, death is the gateway, the final step off the middle path... unto higher it is said, one dissoves in bliss.. Truly the bdsm artist knows this as he get's beaten and feels the glow of love touch his red buns afterwards. Where i to turn away from my magickal achievement would not the universe punish me SEVERELY? Yet in that rod is the hand of God and in it's descent the sardonic humour of Satan. Truly is the rod Legba's staff... One's sins against normalcy the issuing forth of the wisdom of Legba as he carves milestones of achievement into it. It is this... His prison record... And his way unto salvation. For in prison the initiate learns from the imprisoned their very secrets through a shared brotherhood. Kali is with me as I write this and my muse descends on me in the blessing of the night of Pan. What is magick but the very issuing forth of enlightened wisdom toc hange the world around one. I have noticed this with my mind cast to the winds... The world has no mind... It is all in the mind of man.. Yet Brahma listens... As does Cthulhu. And in their shared dream they coincide in man and woman and beyond in the uttering of their night's dream in the office of a psychoanalyst changing therefore the mind of the operative term that changes itself the mind off man... The trusted other... Now sin is fine.... And sin is better to do than blindly follow one master unto the grave only to slash one's wrists at the wake... but isn't it better to contemplate that which will set new things into motion? New rhythmic undulation from the world snake? Lying next to underwater Hyperborea? The chains that bind the world's christian nature are broken... Issue forth my children... I shall feed you off my flesh and with the abberrant physiological wisdom off my brain enlighten thee and let thee trip!
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I would give it away to my fave charity.
The one who is most with poor people.
The most honest guy I know.
The friednliest sort off sonf a bitch I have ever met in the mirror.
Moi.
Me.
Ikke.