9/11
We woke very early, and I was tired.
To perk up a bit, I walked down to the corner shop for a newspaper I had no intention of reading, to have one interaction of normality before what was looking likely to be a rather bizarre day, and when I got back I made breakfasts, drank some coffee, left my sweetie and our dog to argue over the last bit of bacon, and meditated for a bit.
Our friends (who I’ll call D & M) arrived in time for us to begin working as a group, about which I’ll say no more than we jointly evoked, and then gave offerings of energy and love to, various spirits who had stepped up to be part of this work, and that the intention of this part of the day was to break, with focused and repeated intent, the hated “first commandment” that had been intended to create a false prison for humankind, and deny our loving ancestors and gods their right to contact us, and our right to ascend and walk among them.
After a break, we each did some personal invocations and energy channelling on behalf of spirits, to bring their presence closer to the realm of Earth, and to demonstrate and celebrate the re-opening of pathways directly to the human heart.
We also did some spell work and sigilisation, some linked to specific times during the day, and other bits done freeform as intuition or the spirits suggested.
In the afternoon, the group worked to evoke into me, as medium, the combined energies of the sigil Claidheam created, as an aspect of the Spear Gungnir wielded only by Óðinn, and also various other spirits and forces, this time not as kind of “frog in a basket” guests, but as aspects of my own soul that were personifying these gods, as one with them in undifferentiated union of our sources.
This kind of work, of summoning the gods and then identifying with/as them, is covered in the PGM and I had previously practised being a vessel for the evoked form of Lilith, working with Succupedia from this forum (and which account I have yet to type up, mainly because the working hasn’t really ended!).
Outdoors, and in this intensified and amplified form, wearing a black blindfold for protection, I/We then evoked forth the Black Sun, using this image as its sigil (which this represents is something people will probably have to find out for themselves).
It was well past noon, the Sun was falling lower into the sky, and the time was pre-chosen by us as significant.
Instead of structuring the Black Sun in the sky, I invoked it into the physical Sun, as spirit into idol, in order to end any remaining association between the now-annihilated troll god and the physically present star.
What I Saw
The Black Sun manifested for me behind (on the far side of?) the physical Sun at first, as though some kind of force was repelling it – it felt slick, like two magnets placed with repelling poles that slide by each other.
I closed down the structure, dug deep, and then with a lot more force, evoked the heart of the Black Sun directly into the centre of our domestic Sun, this time keeping my focus fixed – arms outstretched, band protecting my eyes, and visualising this clearly through my spirit-enhanced clear vision.
I held the Black Sun inside our Sun and watched the entire sky turn to silver and then darken to black, and the combined SunDisk turn into liquid mercury - and then in an instant, some kind of moment of crisis passed, and the Black Sun, and the soul of our Sun, collapsed into each other and created a shining white diamond in the centre.
Later, D & M both confirmed that they had seen the same shape, and although they were supporting me and not (obviously) staring directly at the Sun, they reported retinal after-images of this same diamond.
Finally, the diamond shattered (but far more like dandelion seeds than like breaking) and I invoked it down into humanity, commanding it to take root as it willed, in the hearts of the worthy, of those who desired it (or ever had, or ever would) and that it would reveal itself when the time is right.
And so it is done.
Thoughts
The first recorded outbreak of monotheism, and simultaneous (consequential) enslavement and levelling of humanity, occurred in the person of a pathetic freak of a man who is long, long dead, and he appears to have somehow linked it to our domestic Sun, both the physical thing Nasa takes pictures of, and also the various spiritual aspects of it, up to and including Amun-Ra.
Maybe it linked itself, maybe somewhere buried in ancient scrolls there was a myth that kind of, sort of, described “what actually happened” using mythological terms, symbolism, archetypes – I don’t know.
Maybe there was even a civilsation, or several of them, which existed before this time, giving rise to the stories of the gods, I’ve found hints and traces but there’s too much potential for distraction to I mainly just let it be, and try to keep an open mind.
What I do know is that the world I was born into was irrationally phobic of psychic senses, in a way that makes no sense – think about it! – if it had been applied to any of the other human senses – simply put, everyone takes hearing for granted, but if you can see and hear spirits, then you’re in big, BIG trouble.
That seed was planted when the freak first began to tell people they must only worship his god, which despised taking a relatable form (unlike literally every other spirit his people had encountered) and which, rather than revealing its own name, took a title form the Solar God to make its own.
This pattern of namelessness, shape-shifting, theft and jealousy, undermining cultures and denying people contact with their own ancestors and natural spirits, pushed ever onwards through the last few thousand years, playing the deceived off against each other over incredibly petty differences in belief, and generating endless hate for those who were not yet swayed or dominated by its lies.
After its annihilation, some things still remained to do.
The Black Sun, which Claidheam outlined here may be linked to what some people called the dark side of creation, appears to have neutralised, and returned to us, the creative innate godlike energy that had been drawn from us through many generations (bear I mind I have seen reincarnation, and also, group DNA as kind of oversouls in their own right) – that energy coalesced like mixing hydrogen and water in the presence of flame, and then rained down, back where it belongs.
Óðinn’s spear Gungnir, presenced within the talismanic sigil Claidheam channeled, struck like lightning and catalysed this release.
What Now
Back to work: the work I did, I followed guidance that I had been given under the old aeon by spirits, so the world was not completely locked down (not by a long way) even before the annihilation of the entity, and the breaking of the lock. Don’t expect dramas, churches tumbling, or anything like that – just yet. 
What this work has done will be felt more as time passes but don’t expect for psychic skills to suddenly rush upon you (although they may) without you doing any work, or that spirits will yet be able to pop through the veil and give you a wedgie or pat you on the back – again, this day may come for you, but the turnaround will be gradual.
I’ve already begin opening the causeways by which the gods I revere may increase their presence in this world, I have also worked to create new forms and new life, and I work as ever on my own ascent, and the goal of theogenesis.
Am I maybe just a crazy lady with crazy friends and an over-exaggerated sense of her own importance? Maybe, I doubt it based on the evidence (I could be writing books and starting cults on lesser claims than this!) – but it doesn’t really matter, and I try not to worry too much about it, and just move on with whatever’s next.
Okay, I’m done typing, for some reason I was asked to post this in a very specific manner and that work’s done, so for now, here endeth this account.
Rise up among the Gods, my wonderful people, and take your place.