Some notes on Loagaeth magick, financial magick, and psychopathy, in reverse order of importance but that order of frequency/time investment of practice
It now seems to me that the water words/power is used for procedurally generated things. If you want to stabilize a specific location, character, or realm/world (perhaps other things), then the earth words are the appropriate power. If you want to develop your ability to generate/create dreams of certain themes that have an aspect of randomness or that sort of thing to them, then the water words seem to be the appropriate power. If you choose to stabilize a location like The Concert Hall, where you always perform some music, I’m guessing you won’t always perform the same music, always, forever, every single time, but the focus here isn’t on the dream itself generating music but on the location where you like to perform music yourself. On the other hand, if you choose to apply the water words to The Magic Mushroom Forest cause you like exploring through magic mushroom forests, you are stabilizing this experience in your dream life, but the focus is on the chaos, creating novelty within this theme.
Turns out this vehicle does have a steering wheel! It’s been recorded, it does happen, but I haven’t seen people do it with Loagaeth magick. It is quite possible that the Loagaeth aspects are less important to the induction itself than the traditional induction practices (since like the 90s-ish or something), but I’m feeling some energy, and these dreams are not ordinary by any stretch of the imagination.
The idea about the water power came to me in a dream last night (the part you’ve all been waiting for). We were holed up in a tall building, apparently having survived some disaster event but in enemy-occupied territory of a named faction. I was hiding behind some blinds as I observed an observation camera/radio/device scanning the area. Two teenish kids looked out through an open window and were spotted. The enemy faction then sent in an attack helicopter to do a strafing run. I took cover in an adjacent room, behind a toilet, considering the merits of crouching (would the toilet act as cover at all to minigun rounds) or just laying down. Apparently this went on for several days. It then became known to me that we were running out of supplies (food) and would need to move out to search/scavenge soon. As I was looking through an adjacent room, I was notified that some central authority who presumably had previously denied us refuge was now offering this to us as we had something they wanted. I then saw several of the group with uniforms that were an image of a flag, I don’t believe related to this central authority. We had a large screen where the representative was calling in, and I approached and flipped her off. I then saw we had a camera but it seemed I wasn’t seen. Then, a General Kanhpeki began to speak, revealing he was indeed a general and not a Col, which he hadn’t been since he was 12 1/2. His father had always told him he could/should rise to the top, as at a certain point it’s mostly just Kanhpekis with a few others. He gave homage to the competence of his comrades there present, and they smiled. The non-military types were told to use their tools in such a fashion. I had in one hand a piston-type device, and the other a device which generated a flame. I was on a couch with others watching TV, and I mentioned that this episode was particularly good for its level design (this is where the water power insight came upon journaling). The group then was in a warehouse, and someone did something that caused an explosion (explosions! now that’s what I’m talking about). There was then a scene outside, snow-covered ground. There was one dead body, and then the camera saw another get shot, his body crumple and fall awkwardly down, blood leaking onto the white snow, just dead. I was then seeing from a character’s perspective, but with the sense that I was watching this character, not actually being this character. He had an AK and was receiving small arms fire from a good distance away, the infantry smaller than an outstretched thumb. He shuffled around a bit looking for cover, but ended up in a little dip that was not cover but he was prone. It seemed the enemy were focusing on him, perhaps having seen a muzzle flash (I could see muzzle flashes in the distance). Rounds were falling around him. He aimed for a second, then fidgeted some more, seeming afraid of this muzzle flash. I thought dude you gotta return fire. I then saw a round (not really a tracer, but I saw it) hit him, and the camera panned up and out as I on the couch said damn, I wanted to be the dude with the AK. Context-appropriate (post disaster, wintery, survival military, death mourning) music began to play, and I saw another character, who seemed to be me, approach the body and retrieve the weapon as portraits of the three dead appeared in the upper left. These portraits looked different than the characters in the scene, as though they were actors portraying true events.
As I spend time in contemplation of this, I believe this dream illustrates several different things one would apply the Loagaeth words to. Broadly, it is a narrative experience (setting aside the meta-ness for a moment), and one of a certain “genre.” It contains military-themed events, a system of logic and stuff that is procedurally generatable and follows a consistent set of internal rules. One could imagine applying the earth words to the title of this story and then dreams playing out the narrative occurring across multiple dreams. The quality of the internal elements to the narrative would depend on one’s ability, or should we say one’s subconscious mind’s ability (the warehouse), to procedurally generate such scenarios so that you don’t already know exactly what will happen and how things will be ahead of time, making for a more novel and re-playable experience.
What of the piston-device and the flame generator? Perhaps these are symbolic of the mechanism of the magick, the flame symbolizing active magickal power and also attention.
Contemplating the other elemental Loagaeth words, air and fire, perhaps these are more in the realm of magickal powers and the things associated with “hardcore” dream yoga, like the real Buddhist shit, whereas earth and water are more for the fun and games, cultivating experiences and the like. I cannot claim to yet know.
After making and acting upon the resolution to further accomplish dream yoga, I was immediately rewarded with dream sensory experiences of great beauty. In a dream, I became lucid, and flew up to climb atop a tree branch. I faltered a bit when my hands reached the branch, then thinking I could just lift myself up, but no, I will fly, I resolved. I could feel the hairy, furriness of the texture on the tree against the rough bark. The branch extended out into another environment - a body of water, shining crystal blue, with little islets of stacked stones with fountains of water spouting from each. As I flew towards this, I noticed that the fountains were not all identical, but were dependent on the structure of the stones of each islet and the opening they made for the water. As I approached, I could feel the gradations of humidity, and as I flew by one islet and felt the light misting of water upon my face, something I could only describe as pure wonder overcame me.
In the dream, I was also having some troubles with the flying controls, and I did get it to work, but I had flown more smoothly and seamlessly in past dreams and thought that it was largely a matter of strengthening the result I wanted (up, down, accelerate, etc) with the purely mental intention without needing an associated action like the superman pose or pushing a lever forward to increase speed, or kicking like in water to move forward because it is a dream, I am in control, and this is how things go in the dream state.
Waking up with this feeling of pure wonder, it is enough to motivate one to dive deeper and more earnestly pursue dream practice. In this example, to induce such dreams, the water words would be the choice if looking to create new landscapes of such a type, and the earth words would be the choice if looking to create a stable location that you can return to. The words seem more suitable for different things, especially given the loose and chaotic nature of the dream state, but there is some overlap.
My lunch has to digest before I can exercise and I hear people say my words so I guess I’ll do this. Nah actually I don’t really feel like typing that all up again.
I will say, though, that I find myself becoming less and less attached to experiences which my mind grasps onto from a place of desperation. When I know what I really want, I can either feel pain that it is not in my grasp, or I can make intentions to cause that to enter my life and take pleasure in what I do already have in my grasp. I can take pleasure in magick destroying parasites and helping me to know myself.
This unattachment also helps a lot when dealing with other people. The slightest mistake, one accidental wrong step, and now they hate you. I could, quite possibly, hate them back, and sometimes I think I do. I enjoy a good feast from time to time, but often it is simply tiresome. There is always the option of asking a meaningless favor. Either they say no and get to enact malice upon you in their perception, or they say yes and cognitive dissonance encourages them to feel positively towards you, and either way it doesn’t matter because it was a meaningless favor that is of no significance to you while holding great weight to the other person, so caught up in their thinking and egoic perceptions. Unless they are an out of control hate monster, people tend to like people more if they are pleasant to speak with, and unless you have a quality that triggers hate they have, just being familiar with someone often leads to higher desirability. Despite what they may say, people hate very easily and for the most inane of “reasons,” and they always seem to cry about it when their feeble malice enactment attempts don’t work out too well for them in the end.
That’s a point I return to again and again for myself. Having experienced the depths of being hated and then taking actions which cause a deepening of that hatred (in some cases, literally anything other than complete subservent obedient submission, including walking away), I have a much greater appreciation for the lack of that in a relationship. I could give others a fair warning not to fuck with me, but I find it is good to not let others see my hate as there is most always no benefit to doing that. I know that there are about three possibilities. You can respect and enjoy my presence, I do the same to you, and there are no further complications to this beyond mature rupture and repair relationship dynamics managed by two emotionally capable people with mutual respect, genuine desire for the other to not suffer. Alternatively, you can more or less ignore my presence, respecting it enough to not fuck with me, but generally avoiding me, and I will do the same to you as now you mean nothing to me as that is what you have chosen, with some small amount of respect due for not fucking with me. Alternatively, you can hate me, inevitably act against me, and reap the rotten fruits of your own actions. Weak enemies so often give me sustenance, while I do not return this favor. They remain in a hell loop of infinite cycling hatred, propagating, spreading, infecting their minds and corrupting everything in their life before long, while I feed in delight. This is what makes me not want to show my hate. I don’t particularly give a fuck if someone jacks themselves off to the thought of me hating them, but I will not give them the nourishment of my energy.
But if I hate, doesn’t that mean I’m weak and afraid? Oh, but perhaps not so. I have no problem with admitting that I can become afraid, as all who claim otherwise are either feeble white-washed RHP types who are probably delusional or liars. My weakness, however, evolves from fear into an altogether entirely different emotion, and this in turn evolves into an altogether entirely different emotion, compelling my behavior and changing my thoughts before it is dissolved in my concentration, and all that remains is the cold and my pleasure.
I don’t care if this doesn’t apply to the narcissists. Find your own blogger. Not to attach myself to this notion of an in-group out-group, but I have chosen my side. I like the term psychopath more than antisocial as I am not against any and all social structures and activities and I do not sabotage all of such in my life. The term was probably coined by academics who haven’t a clue what they’re talking about. I’ve seen some pretty mediocre academics, indeed thesis-scribblers too incompetent to make real significant academic achievements or to do anything else outside the careful confines of the tracks they’ve been on their entire life. Perhaps they didn’t get enough participation trophies as a child. I wish I would have gotten more love as a child, any love at all really, but I can only be grateful that I have the tools to destroy parasites, free myself, and cultivate respectful and loving relationships with that sliver of humanity that comes into my life that isn’t frankly a disappointment, or I believe better said, a pathetic excuse for who they are and perhaps even a waste of the potential of human life. If it seems like a tall order, it really is not, and that speaks more to the ignorance of many than to the minimal decency that some seem to have.
When you become godlike, it’s like walking through a cat/dog/whatever park. Some of the cat/dogs opened their third eyes, gained the ability to read, and thoroughly squandered it. Almost certainly because of ego and lack of self-awareness. The nice thing about dream characters is that you can create one who is genuinely good to you, not a doormat, and this is good because the dream state is where I intend to spend a great deal of time. It is also good that the material is of the nature of the dream state, so that I may enjoy the pleasures of both worlds.
I think how you take that statement says much about how godlike you really are. I love this shit.
This world is populated by people like me who will tear you apart. Nature didn’t select me, I selected myself, by harnessing my nature. Be greedy, be hungry, outearn, subjugate, and conquer the less capable, less intelligent, less ambitious, less lucky, to make your dreams come true. Some say it is lonely at the top. I would say they have inadequately deployed their godlike power. I pretty much hate everyone who tries to shame me, so this is not that. I do not judge the respectful, as a rule.
Black magick and the left hand path, or should we start giving out participation trophies to the decades-long meditators who can’t even fucking access the first concentration jhana?
