interesting
At about 1am this morning I was sitting on my couch, fairly bored, when I thought "I'll have a look at those pages I printed off of the Invisible Basilica!"
I've been meaning to consecrate some of my recently aquired Abramelin oil but I've been so busy I haven't gotten around to it yet. I ran through the ritual in my mind and looked with pleasure at the bottom of the page. There's a grid with three different formulas with which you can then use your newly consecrated Abramelin oil to consecrate the altar, etc. Everything in the temple is supposed to be dedicated to the Work.
Essentially, one carefully makes an equal armed cross while saying "Ho Pater Estin Ho Huios Dia to Pneuma Hagion" or one of the other two optional formulas. I distinctly remember thinking, at the time, "En ingles, por favor!" and jumping straight to the third formula: "In the name of Nuit and of Hadit and of Ra Hoor Khuit."
Feeling pretty confident in my abilities to pull off the consecration of the oil, I flipped through to see what else I'd printed off and found an Exorcism Rite. That captured my interest for a while. Pretty interesting to read, actually. I've worked with the angelic hierarchies enough to notice that whereas when I'm doing that I start with, say, EL or YHVH ELOHIM and work down to the archangel and from there the angelic choir subservient to that particular angel and then eventually the spirit subservient to them... The Exorcism worked in the opposite manner. One banishes. If that doesn't work then further measures are used until eventually one invokes and becomes Ra Hoor Khuit (and at which point the spirit in question is really in trouble!).
Very suddenly I noticed that I was tired. Very tired! I put my papers aside and propped myself up on a pillow. I was asleep in seconds.
Whoever said that it takes a long time to go into R.E.M. was trying to make themselves sound smarter than they ever will be. The dreams were vivid. I was inside a house, and there were many people there, but I was alone inside and they were all outside. One could see them through the windows and the doors. Nothing really all that odd about that, but I noticed I wasn't alone in the room. I tried to communicate with the other guy but everything either he or I said was a muddle. All action and even thought was a mish-mash. It was useless to try to reason. That wouldn't work here, evidently.
What I did next surprised me! "Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos!!" I banished and things took on a completely different tint. I was even more astounded when I had my finger on his forehead and drawing the cross saying "Ho Pater..." then, in my dream, I started over again "In the name of Nuit and of Hadit and of Ra Hoor Khuit!" I'd realized that I didn't know all the words to the first one!
Things got far stranger afterwards. Instead of a dark room with life passing by at the speed of light and meaning little to nothing, I found myself in a serene place. Someone was putting a bicycle wheel on, the sun was shining brightly...
I woke up suddenly and looked at my watch. 2:30! I thought I'd slept all night on the couch and it was the middle of the afternoon but, naturally, it was only an hour and a half after I'd fallen asleep.
It was something to ponder. So far, that was the most lucid dream I've had. I knew what I was doing and I remembered things that normally I would only use while I was awake. Mostly, I used that useful tidbit of astral wisdom: whatever the situation may be that you find yourself in, make sure you're the master of it.
I've been meaning to consecrate some of my recently aquired Abramelin oil but I've been so busy I haven't gotten around to it yet. I ran through the ritual in my mind and looked with pleasure at the bottom of the page. There's a grid with three different formulas with which you can then use your newly consecrated Abramelin oil to consecrate the altar, etc. Everything in the temple is supposed to be dedicated to the Work.
Essentially, one carefully makes an equal armed cross while saying "Ho Pater Estin Ho Huios Dia to Pneuma Hagion" or one of the other two optional formulas. I distinctly remember thinking, at the time, "En ingles, por favor!" and jumping straight to the third formula: "In the name of Nuit and of Hadit and of Ra Hoor Khuit."
Feeling pretty confident in my abilities to pull off the consecration of the oil, I flipped through to see what else I'd printed off and found an Exorcism Rite. That captured my interest for a while. Pretty interesting to read, actually. I've worked with the angelic hierarchies enough to notice that whereas when I'm doing that I start with, say, EL or YHVH ELOHIM and work down to the archangel and from there the angelic choir subservient to that particular angel and then eventually the spirit subservient to them... The Exorcism worked in the opposite manner. One banishes. If that doesn't work then further measures are used until eventually one invokes and becomes Ra Hoor Khuit (and at which point the spirit in question is really in trouble!).
Very suddenly I noticed that I was tired. Very tired! I put my papers aside and propped myself up on a pillow. I was asleep in seconds.
Whoever said that it takes a long time to go into R.E.M. was trying to make themselves sound smarter than they ever will be. The dreams were vivid. I was inside a house, and there were many people there, but I was alone inside and they were all outside. One could see them through the windows and the doors. Nothing really all that odd about that, but I noticed I wasn't alone in the room. I tried to communicate with the other guy but everything either he or I said was a muddle. All action and even thought was a mish-mash. It was useless to try to reason. That wouldn't work here, evidently.
What I did next surprised me! "Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos!!" I banished and things took on a completely different tint. I was even more astounded when I had my finger on his forehead and drawing the cross saying "Ho Pater..." then, in my dream, I started over again "In the name of Nuit and of Hadit and of Ra Hoor Khuit!" I'd realized that I didn't know all the words to the first one!
Things got far stranger afterwards. Instead of a dark room with life passing by at the speed of light and meaning little to nothing, I found myself in a serene place. Someone was putting a bicycle wheel on, the sun was shining brightly...
I woke up suddenly and looked at my watch. 2:30! I thought I'd slept all night on the couch and it was the middle of the afternoon but, naturally, it was only an hour and a half after I'd fallen asleep.
It was something to ponder. So far, that was the most lucid dream I've had. I knew what I was doing and I remembered things that normally I would only use while I was awake. Mostly, I used that useful tidbit of astral wisdom: whatever the situation may be that you find yourself in, make sure you're the master of it.