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“Now we got the spot poppin’ like a breakdance…”

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Ida and the Seven Sisters: An account of the successful performance of PGM VII. 795-845 and the current results of that operation.

 On Friday February 19, 2021 I performed PGM VII. 795-845 to contact the angel Zizaubio of the Pleiades fixed star constellation for an assignment given to Rune Soup Premium Members going through the RS Angel Magic course.

 3 days prior to the ritual I made a crown out of two strips of black cardstock with 12 bay leaves attached to it - each leaf corresponding to the 12 zodiac signs. Written on each leaf was a Barberous name of the zodiac sign and it’s symbol paired with a sigil found in the Betz version of the PGM.

 I fumigated the crown in frankincense for 2 nights and on the day and time of the ritual fumigated it one last time with frankincense and fennel seeds.

 I recited the script of the ritual and then asked the angels to enter into a pact of benevolence with it such that I learn how to pray to God itself as well as start a relationship with the angel.

 I took the crown off and plucked the lead attributed to Taurus from it and traced Zizaubio’s seal on the back of it in gold ink.

 That night I had the following dream:

Dreamt that I met one of the founders of the company I work for. We were discussing some things that he had planned for the company but some other people were upset about it. 2 women were fired.

 In the last dream, an older black woman was telling me a story about how her sister had this ability to get money from people. All she had to do was tell her dad that someone was bothering her and her dad would write her a letter. She shared an example and she began to narrate one of the letters.

 I was so fascinated by her voice that I told her she should read audiobooks for a living. I told her “some people have the perfect voice for it. I don’t, but you do.”

 And then she walked over to me and played a song in my ear. She was singing. And I was really blown away by the song and she said something like “I’m trying to give this new generation what they need”.

 I was so enamored with this woman that I didn’t want her to leave but she seemed like she was in a rush so as she was leaving I was like “but wait, we need a book from you” because she seemed like she had so much knowledge and wisdom that I wanted to know about her whole life. And as she walked away she walked passed a book on a shelf and she said “there’s already tarot in this one” and then I see the book and realized she had something to do with it.”

 I recorded the dream and shared it with another RSP member. We agreed that contact had been made but I wanted to know the name of this spirit woman that appeared in the dream.

 Another name for the Pleiades is the Seven Sisters so ona hunch, I grabbed my Thoth tarot deck and grabbed the following 7 cards due to their planetary associations: the magus (Mercury) , the priestess (Luna), the empress (Venus), the tower (Mars), Fortune (Jupiter), The Sun (Sol) and The Universe (Saturn).

 I shuffled them, laid them out in the shape of a Heptagon and traced a sigil for the Spirit following the Chaldean planetary order, starting at the Priestess card ending at The Universe card.

 Then I took the Hebrew letters assigned to each card and wrote them out in the same order used to trace the spirit’s Sigil line. The name I came up with was “Gavdarpachath”

 Once I had a name, I played around with some gematria and then shared my results on an RSPM server for the course.

 Another member that had knowledge of Hebrew pointed out some errors that I made and corrected the name to: Gabdarpachot.

 She then told me “Gab” is the title “Miss” for women in Hebrew.

 Then I looked up the word “Dar” and Hebrew. Dar means pearl.

 Pachot has no direct translation from Hebrew to English but the Hebrew letters (peh - mouth, kaph - palm and tav - cross) have interesting allusions.

 We translated the name from Gabdarpachot to “Miss Pearl”.

 A strong feeling of familiarity came over me and I immediate recalled the name of my first baby sitter “Miss Ida” who baby sat me from Kindergarten to Second grade I believe. She died of cancer when I was around 7 years old.

 I remembered that she was also called Pearl but wanted to confirm that. So I called my grandmother who told me that she was indeed called “Pearl” by her relatives. I shared this with the group and we were elated.

 The Sunday following the performance of the ritual I spoke with my ex-wife who’d somehow injured her eye in her sleep. I found this to be quite auspicious so I told a very well versed astrologer friend of mine about the ritual, the results and the thing with my ex-wife’s eye. His response was her eye injury was confirmation that the spirit was making it’s presence known since the eyes, physical and spiritual sight fall under the governance of the Pleiades fixed star constellation. He reassured me that the spirit was not going anything malicious but physical damage to the eyes after working with the Pleiades is not uncommon.

 At this point I it was clear to me and others that significant contact was made and over the next week I had 2 additional dreams that supported my convictions.

 But I was still left wondering how to communicate with the spirit as more importantly, how to verify beyond all doubt that the ritual worked and contact was made.

 So this past weekend, during a practice tarot reading session, I asked another tarot reader to look into this. They’re answers were accurate and corroborated with everything that happened so far. However, the person facilitating the practice session broke out her “Hoodoo Tarot” deck and showed me a card from that deck titled “Miss Ida”.

My mind was completely blown and I immediately ordered the deck. This was even more confirmation that was on the right track and yet I still needed something to remove all doubt and I wasn’t there yet…until last night.

 Last night, I texted my friend and fellow RSP member to tell them about the tarot card reading and the Miss Ida card. I made a post on Facebook asking anyone with that deck to send me a picture of the card. Two people immediately responded with pictures of the card and I sent it to my friend.

 The woman who showed me the card also reached out to me which was strange because it was approximately 2am where lives, she just happened to be awake and she saw my post.

 So I share the dream about Miss Ida with her and she sends me a photo from the book that accompanies the Hoodoo Tarot that goes into the symbolism of the Miss Ida card. The proof to remove all doubt that I have been looking for has been handed to me. 

I believe the next step is to reenact the ritual that is spoken of in this book. Angels are real and magic works.

#pgm #sevensisters #pleiades

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I was introduced to magic by graffiti and rap, 2 of the 4 elements of the Hip-Hop culture.

It’s 1987 and I’m living in Queensbridge projects. I’m 5 years old. I’m walking home from the store with my mom. Off in the distance is the elevated train line that ran behind the building I lived in. Everyday I would see the N and the 7 trains chugging along those tracks.

On this particular day, as I’m walking with my mom, I see a train and I notice a bunch of writing on it.

“Mom, what’s that on the train?”

“Graffiti, pumpkin.”

“Cafeetee?”

“GRAffiti baby”

I was dazzled.

What the fuck was this thing called graffiti and how the fuck did it have such a strong affect on me?

As I grew older, I would be introduced to the concept of the 4 elements through rap music. I can’t recall who’s song and what song it came from. It may not have even come from one particular song, I may have overheard it on an interview or something.

In any case, I was introduced to the 4 elements: deejaying, MCing, breaking and graffiti.

I wrote this post on the day and the hour of the Sun to pay homage to the inception of the impetus to practice magic.

Enjoy

https://youtu.be/PkR1zA38ld4

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A simple approach to honoring your ancestors:

Place a glass of water in front of a white candle. Take a moment to clear your mind by taking 3 deep breaths.

When you’re ready say:

“I call on my ancestors on mother’s side and on my father’s side. Those whose blood flows through me and in me. Those whose names are known and those whose names are not known. Be with me now.”

Allow a few moments of silence to pass.

When you’re ready, say a Hail Mary, an Our Father and a Glory Be in the name of your ancestors.

Sit in silence and pay attention to what happens next. Pay attention to any physical sensations, mental images, shifts in emotional state, insights, shifts in the atmosphere of the place you are occupying, etc.

Wash, rinse and repeat.

Do this daily, weekly, monthly.

Daily is best. But no matter what, do it regularly.

They will hear you. And when they do, sometimes they will surprise you with things like this:

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It’s 10:30am and I’m fresh out of the shower. I saunter into the “Sorceror’s Den”, reach into the box of “Magic Light” candles and grab one. I head over to my boveda with candle in hand and park myself in front of it. I reach for the etching tool tucked into the green cup on the window sill that is slightly behind off to the left side of the Boveda. I grab it and then begin to carve a small nook into the bottom of the candle, and place it snugly into the candle holder and light it.

I take a moment to collect my thoughts, close my eyes and then proceed with the usual “In the name of my ancestors on my mother’s side and the name of my ancestor’s of my father’s side...” As I finished that last statement I felt compelled to continue “in the name of those whose names are known, in the names of those whose names are unknown, in the name of those whose bloods runs on my veins and those who inspire me and are my ancestors in that way, I offer these prayers to you”. I pause and tune inward. The image on the screen of my mind is one in which I am standing in front of dozens of people, waiting to join me in prayer. I am reminded of the times when I had the privilege of leading the family in prayer for Thanksgiving. I proceed with the usual battery of prayers: Our Father, Hail Mary & Glory Be.

I sit in silence and it isn’t long before that silence is broken with The Voice. “Today is the day We shall honor our dead”. I pause and then I recall my recent beloved dead, David, my mother’s father. I feel a slight twinge in my heart, my eyes begin to well up with tears. Feelings of sadness, longing and regret follow along with the realization that I miss my grandpa. I silently acknowledge these feelings and recall a childhood memory of seeing him in his house, smiling, happy to see me. I recall the smell of frankincense in his house and the carved statues that used to frighten me as a child. Although he is physically gone, he is here with me in this moment in spirit and in memory.

The voice continues “We shall pour libations for them.” I open my eyes and fix my gaze upon the small terracotta dish I placed on the bottom tier of the boveda as I was cleaning the room yesterday. I grab it and set it on the floor on the right-hand side of the floor next to the Boveda. I reach down and grab the bottle of Cachaca next to the boveda and pour a libation that half-fills the terra-cotta dish. I screw the cap back into the bottle, put it back in it’s place and resume communing with The Voice.

“On this day, the day of rest, we shall honor those at rest with flowers, light, drink, smoke, food & refreshments, incense and things of pleasure.”

I acknowledge receipt of the instruction. And although I had previously grasped the concept of Saturdays being dedicated to the dead, the instruction from The Voice provided a sense of confirmation and permission.

“On this day you will remember us, because it is through memory that we remain present” said The Voice.

I take a moment to sit in contempletion, pondering what is being revealed. A moment later George, my step-grandfather appears on the screen of my mind. I take a moment to recall fond memories of him which allows me to see George’s influence on me as a man and as a father. A feeling of deep gratitude descends upon me and I am back to welling up tears.

Finally, Ray, my paternal Grandfather and the most mysterious of the 3 appears on the screen of my mind. He crossed over when I was only 1 year old, however, he must have been a man among men since my own father has always spoken of him with reverence. In a sense they are a holy trinity for me in their own right.

I take a moment see myself in each of them. George was a devout man of the church and a musician who expressed his love of God through Gospel music. David, a devout Muslim who found redemption in Islam and devoted his life to the Nation of Islam. And Ray, a Master Mason, a man of the mysteries and a mysterious man that inspires my father and I to be the best fathers we can be.

Sitting in silence, filled with gratitude, I give thanks, wipe the tears from my eyes and bid them farewell until the next time.

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I’m on the couch with my girl, watching God knows what on Netflix when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. The clock just struck midnight and there’s an iLuna notification on my phone letting me know the New Moon cycle has started.

I peel myself off the couch and head into the “Sorceror’s den”. I grab two white candles, place one in the candle holder on my boveda and the other in the candle holder on small black table I’m using for an altar.

I perch myself in front of the boveda, rattle off the usual (Our Father, Hail Mary & Glory Be) and I sit in silence. Finally I break out into a confession: “I’m frustrated. I’m really frustrated and I feel like I’m doing enough for ya’ll. I’m gonna step it up but show me how to do this right.” I close my eyes and sit in silence again.

At first, there’s nothing but darkness and stillness. Suddenly, a faint image materializes against the black screen of mind. I squint a little bit so I can concentrate a little harder. A few seconds go by and eventually the image becomes clear: it’s a lit candle shining in a dark room.

As I hold the image in my mind and understanding arises within my immediate awareness. I understand the flame of this candle to be the divine spark of life that not only animates me but also, all those who have come before me, whose blood flows through me. We come from this flame, we are of this flame and it is this flame that binds us.

The light of this revelation produces an experience of comfort, relief and validation. They heard me and they responded to me with a token I can exchange for their company any time I am feeling alone or disconnected.

Nourished by our communion, I open my eyes, begin to turn to the black table on my right and light the candle on the altar. I lean back to adjust my posture, grabbing the red-white-black witch cord that’s neatly coiled up on the upper left hand corner of the altar. I pause for a moment, realizing that I am poised in between the boveda on my left and the altar on my right. Candles burning on both sides of me. “Ha” I silently exclaim to myself.

I stand up and tie the witches cord around my waste three times, tying it into a loose knot when I’m done. As I’m tying the knot I look down to my left and see the statues of Exu Omolu and Pomba Gira Maria Mulambo on the floor in front of me. Exu Ze Pelintra is also on the floor, slightly tucked under the altar in front of my right foot. “Ofcourse” I say to myself but also, to acknowledge the presence of the witnesses at hand.

I perch myself in front of the altar, Mastering Witchcraft in hand. I open the book, flip through it to the page I’m looking for and after taking a deep breath, I pierce the silence in the room: “Nema!....”

I snuff the candle after the deed is done and retire for the night.

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It’s about 10:30am and I’m off to a late start. I waltz into “the Sorceror’s Den” and mumble “Time for a late Resh”. I do a super a late Morning Resh and proceeded to some other stuff.

Once I’m done with those things I reach into the box of “Magic Light” candles, grab two white candles and my little etching tool.

Candles in hand, I saunter over to the beat up white stool in front of my altar and plop down. I examine the candle for a second and then I carve the zodiacal glyph of Saturn into it. I then take my tool and carve a little nook in the bottom of it so it sit nicely in the black candle holder on the altar.

I grab the brazer of incense, pop the top off and empty out the ashes from yesterday’s session. The sound of the brazier rustling around in my hand triggers elicits a strangely pleasurable shift in my awareness. Feels like my body is just getting hip to what’s going on. Feels like a tiny spark of magic and it get’s me goin’.

I snag a disc of charcoal, light it with the blue lighter on my altar and then I toss it in brazier. Then, without thinking, I light the candle.

I pause for a moment and say to myself “wait, that’s too soon” but I check myself and decide to roll with it. Normally I’d wait to light the candle until I was ready to recite the Orphic Hymn of the day but something felt “right” about lighting the candle when I did.

I grab the plastic pouch of frankincense on my desk, grab a few grains and sprinkle them on the charcoal, which is pretty well lit at this point. I gently placed the cover of brazier on, stand up, tie the black headband across my head and begin reciting the Voces Magicae:

“Aoth Abraoth Basym Isak Sabaoth Iao...”

I happen to notice that by the 2nd repetition of the opening lines, faint streams of smoke slowly start billowing out of the holes in the brazier.

I repeat the Voces Magicae 4 more times and by the time I’m done, the faint streams are now full, bold pillars of smoke. I make a mental notice and then finish performing the Stele of Jeu from the PGM. Smoke slowly fills the room as the strange words of the ritual fumble out of my mouth.

By the time I get to the last line l : “My name is a heart encircled by a serpent, come forth and and follow!” the entire room is filled with smoke and smell of incenses. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.