The Witches’ Sabbath: sex magick for an era of gender freedom and self determination

The trantras of the East and the sexual alchemy of the West have created systems of attainment and magick using the most powerful force in the human body: the sexual energy.

The sexual force is the most powerful force. Dormant in the flesh, it is so powerful that its awakening has the potential of creating a new world (in the form of a unique human being), or of transforming the existing world (i.e., the evolution of one’s body and psyche).

This force is so powerful that those who have sought to retain a hegemony of power have kept humanity enslaved by telling them that the serpent fire of sexual force is evil, and have taught humanity to fear its force. They have condition humans to see sex only for procreation or entertainment, when in reality this is the very creative force of God.

Humanity, however, continues to rebel and seek its true freedom.

Once we learn that the most powerful weapon and the most evolved intelligence lies in our own bodies, we realize that the awakening of this force and the immanetization of this intelligence is the only way to resist the forces that seek to enslave us, and the only way in which true, lasting freedom might be attained.

This is the fear of those who hold temporal power, the “would-be” slavers of humanity.

The Witches’ Sabbath is an act of freedom, and a call to awakening to all spiritual warriors.

This is the Tantra of the New World, it adds to the existing technologies of the East and West the shape-shifting dreaming technologies of the Nagual. The shamanism of the people of the Nahual (the Toltec enlightened past of this American continent) has awakened, and it comes as a catalyst that will fuse the Eastern and Western traditions into a new Dharma, one that liberates not only men and not only women, but our true essence as beings who exist beyond bodies, beyond gender, beyond the programs of our past.

This is the tantra of the gender fluid, the religious experience of the variety of human expression. This is the sexual alchemy of the queer, the transgender, the gender fluid, the asexual, the female, the male, the neutral, and anyone who is a divine star acting through the veil of human existence.

#occult #pagan #magick #flambeaunoir #esoteric #lefthandpath #lucifer #luciferian #magic #blackflame #lhp #witchessabbat #tantra #sexmagick #toltec #tolteca #thelema #witchessabbath #genderfluid #nonbinary

Advertisements

The Emperor’s Clothes

The Emperor’s clothes is the phenomenal world, the tonal itself. It is nature as it appears to us. Everything that we perceive is the clothes of the Emperor. Phenomena are the Emperor’s clothes, and behind this phenomena, which is an illusion, is the naked body of the Emperor. That nakedness of the Emperor, which exists beyond this veil of illusion, is only visible to the Fool. The Fool sees the nakedness of the Emperor. The unclothed Emperor is the naked brilliance of the empty mind.

I want to say to those young flakes

I want to say

To those lazy students,
(walking out from school and raining on Washington)

To this uncaring egotist youth,
(speaking against the dangers all face)

To the snowflake generation of pampered cowards,
(mobilizing united against the murderous gun makers,
the cowardly law makers for sale, puppets of the NRA,
and crime spree of hate fed by our government)

I want to say…

Mobilize.
Speak up.
Enlighten.
Shout.
Fight.

We failed to make this world safe for you.
We got distracted with reality shows, with stupid banter, and cynicism.
We kept shouting “Fake News”, and “Build that wall”, and “It’s the homeless fault.”
We shouted so hard we couldn’t hear the bullets.
We were so blind we couldn’t see the color of your blood.

It’s up to you now.
Discern the voice of your spirit.
Learn to think for yourself, don’t wait for us to teach you.

Speak up… and listen to yourself.
Observe… and remember.
Survive… and vote.
Stay woke… and live.

—Koyote the Blind

Consume his weaknesses

The power of the woman envelops the male force… Just like water dissolves, and the earth consumes. This is the part of power that transforms and gives birth. The power of the male is to penetrate, infuse, and impregnate. Of course we all have both types of forces within us, but in different levels…

It can feel like an otherwise fruitful male/female relationship has gone wrong when the woman temporarily cease to identify with the higher feminine power and have descended into the individualized woman that feels separate…

So know yourself as this stronger, deeper, universal force that exists before and beyond his little male outburst called “himself”. To intensely become who you are would mean the dissolution of who he is…

Do the work of the powerful female and consume his weaknesses; let him prove his strength and survive the force of your presence and love.

The ego of man

The ego of a man blinds him to the all encompassing power of the woman. He thinks he’s powerful, but never stops to wonder what sustains and generates the power. Like a fist who thinks it’s strong, when in truth all its force comes from the mind and body that directs it.

Trimming myself into the world

From the point of view of neurology, as soon as the baby begins to acquire motor skills and focus their eyes, their brain begins to trim. There are neural connections that cut themselves off. In that cutting off, we begin to bring our attention into this world; to be able to perceive things as separate and distinguish shapes, heights, duration, space, color. Without that trimming, everything that the organism can perceive would be perceived and nothing will be distinguished. So, there is a trimming that happens there, and part of that trimming of our neural system is what culture does with language.

Then, over that language, many things are programmed: llike belief systems, like agreements of what is good and what is bad, what is acceptable and what is not. And then over that series of values we build identities: democrat, republican, Argentinian, Mexican. From those we define our personal identity: “This is me,” “That’s not my family,” “I am not like that,” “I am like this.” But we don’t realize the layers of soil that we use to build that sense of self.

The invisibility of the FOG

There’s a story about the arrival of Spanish ships to the New World. What the Indians saw first in the island of San Salvador was the small canoe you drop from the ship to get to shore. Because there is no port, they settle in the shore and send small rowboats. They were amazed by the workmanship of the row boat; the way that it was constructed was so strange, and the technology unknown to the natives. While commenting on the strangeness of that boat they overlooked the huge caravelle in the background. There was nothing in their worldview to point to that. This is a phenomenon often encountered in shamanic voyaging, where the thing that is huge and in your face you don’t see, because you’re looking at what is known. This is the Face Of God (FOG), which is right here on your face; always touching you. And you don’t see God because you see the illusion of the world. You create the idea of God as something remote. So you don’t see God, because God takes the shape of whatever is in front of you. Or that beast which is the Dreaming. You only see the dream, not the beast which is the Dreaming.

This language like a snakeskin

If I say “I am hungry,” the “I” which is hungry is a product of that language which differentiates between you and me. Isn’t it the case that when I say “I am hungry” that “I” in that context is different from the one that says “I am koyote” and from “I did not hear what you said”? Each I is a different entity, new each time it is uttered. Only the illusion of language supposes this I exists somewhere inside me and is saying and hearing things. The one that listens is also just a product of what is being said; what is being grasped. As the I who utters ceases, the I who listens ceases. Yet something remains. And what remains makes no distinction between the utterance and the listening and the reality, perhaps the difference exists only in the language which was discarded like a snakeskin.

Some stories

Some stories were only told to men before the hunt and in the eve of war, around the campfire.

These stories were told and the men became the story as the killing and the fighting and the eternal dance of life and death were played.

And there are stories that can only be told to the dead.