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Saturday, October 29, 2005
Today, I met up with Rob and Jay and we went to the Park near the Library. We s'd a j' and then met some pretty interesting people:
1. A Black guy who looked like the biggest thug in the world, except that he was singing Backstreet Boys, and doing the beats at the same time, somehow.
2. I met up with a girl I had not seen in years, who her too, was there on a whim and coincedence, Kat. That was awesome. I also met up with Matt and Dina, two other people in the same situation as Kat.
3. I met a Satanist with a sigil of baphomet shirt, a large reverse pentagram, and he said he had been a Luciferian but was now an Anton LaVey Satanist.
4. A punk who spray-painted chaos and anarchy things on a wall.
5. Two police guards who asked us to leave.
6. My friends Elena and Shawn who I hadn't seen in forever.
7. I met some really drunk people who were loud.
8. I met 2 like 30 year old drunk men who were really odd, and one said "nigger" to the BSB black guy, but that guy didn't hear. And I think he charmed them with his breakdancing hahaha.
9. I went for pizza. It was good.
10. I met two emo girls named Victora and Me. They were cool.
That was that.
Posted at 12:21 am by AdamBrave
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Sunday, September 25, 2005
There was once a fine man named Sig,
Who only did dance and did jig,
Until one day he broke,
His leg its no joke,
And fell in the mud near a pig.
The pig near his face was real pink,
He was so dirty he couldn't think,
He wanted to dance,
But hadn't a chance,
Of consciousness he was on the brink.
So he lay in the mud of the pen,
Nearby was a chicken and hen,
He couldn't stand up,
Or reach for a cup,
And so he just lay there and then..
A person did come for him there,
He saw this behind dirty hair,
The person saw him,
And cried out "Hey Jim!
You look pretty heart, yeah I care."
And so ol' Jim went into the house,
With the man who looked like a mouse,
He had tiny brown eyes,
Strange hair that disguised,
His face from the people of south...
To be Continued..
Adam
Posted at 02:06 am by AdamBrave
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Saturday, September 17, 2005
Sirius Black - I Believe in Love
I believe in love
I believe in love
But I know it's not that easy
To find
And I know it's not that easy
But we look everywhere
And we are aware
That every time we try
We get closer
I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love, I do
But sometimes it's hard to find
It's sometimes it's out of sight
But it's always in our reach
But it's always there
We don't always realise in time
No
No
There comes a time
When we all just have to get in line
And just let ourselves breathe
There comes a time
When we have to breathe
Breathe
Breathe
I believe in love
I believe in love
Though it doesn't come from up above
Comes from inside of us, inside of us
But I know it's not easy
To believe in what is hard to find
And I know it's not easy
To be the one
Can you be the one
To see?
When you see
Will you see?
Will you see?
See...
See...
Will you see?
Cause I
I've decided
That it's real
But I don't know where to go from here
Will I find what I look for
What my heart dies to find?
Will I find
What I want?
What I want?
What I want
Posted at 12:09 am by AdamBrave
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Monday, September 05, 2005
thou art my music
fair rose
with thee i couldst fly
into the heavens
amid angels' wings
and pass the heavens
and hells
and all of infinity
and i would be content
just
to be with thee.
Posted at 10:02 pm by AdamBrave
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
The wind brushed their hair and their faces as they walked together in the dark of the starlit night.
Posted at 06:41 pm by AdamBrave
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Sunday, August 14, 2005
Image of Me (A Blanket Sea)
Among the twisting thorns of vines,
A boy lies sleeping and entwined.
A wreath of razors crowns his head,
The sharp ends mark his cut-edge bed,
A blade of blankets enshroud him,
In depths of blood he longs to swim,
Seas of red, bob corpses dead,
Floating around the wasteland brim.
Imagination, image nation,
His mind askew inside its shell,
Picked apart in segregation,
His screams of Heaven ring through Hell.
His heart is neither broke nor whole,
Poison cracks seep through his soul,
An angel sings a chilling song,
All that is right is all that’s wrong,
The vines they draw on closer still,
Sever his throat into a kill,
Spines of red, the vines embed,
His burning heart begins to chill.
Imagination, image nation,
His mind askew inside its shell,
Picked apart in segregation,
His screams of Heaven ring through Hell.
Now trapped in Limbo, far between,
Heaven and Hell, living machine,
His flesh is torn off steel rims,
The demons sing angelic hymns,
Robotic eyes blaze bright with light,
The darkness hides away from sight,
Wires replace all his veins,
Circuits take over the reigns,
Steel cold dread, worms spoon-fed,
All his pleasures are his pains.
Imagination, image nation,
His mind askew inside its shell,
Picked apart in segregation,
His screams of Heaven ring through Hell.
Posted at 10:24 pm by AdamBrave
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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
I'm a dream with no self esteem,
Inkblots in widescreen.
I drown in waves of emotion,
Invisible ocean.
Fulfilling a motion of
broken devotion.
I'm a doll with no heart,
Cast aside, torn appart,
I'm a brick in a wall,
Crumbling to a fall.
I'm a tear on the face,
Of the angel of grace,
As it stares into the pit of Hell.
I'm a stone on a beach,
That's just out of reach,
In the sand where I am you can't tell.
I'm a star in a sky,
I'm a newborn's soft cry,
I'm the black in the vastness of space.
I'm a pool of cruel blood,
I'm the destructive flood,
I'm the flaw on a Perfect god's face.
Adam
Posted at 08:48 pm by AdamBrave
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Friday, July 29, 2005
July 29, 2005 2:24 PM
Today I took a second shot at the LBRP. I decided to use a more ritual atmosphere this time, however. I wore my white karate pants, a pure white t-shirt, and over this a Saudi Jalabiyya which represented purity for me. I put a white towel over my altar in the South, and put two dragon incense holders on it and lit sandalwood incense. (I placed the alter here primarily for practical reasons, so i would have room to move around, but also because I was lighting the incense, fire, which corresponds to the element of fire in the South). Then I laid down on my bed, and went through the New Hermetics Relaxation Ritual which involved breathing, and progressively relaxing each portion of the body. Then I did a 20 count down in my head and told myself when I got to 1 I would experience of state of altered consciousness and ecstasy, which I did.
When firmly in this state, I underwent two initiation rituals astrally, the New Hermetics one and the Cermemonial Magick one I found at MystickWicks. After this I gave myself a 3-2-1 countdown and said I would awake in a state of calm concentration and focus, this I did.
I stood up facing the East and begun the visualisations for the Kabbalistic Cross. Ateh.. Malkuth.. Ve-Geburah.. Ve-Gedu-lah.. Le-o-laum-amen.. Centred in my being, I drew the blue pentagram to the East, vibrating Yod-Heh-Vav-Heh, and stabbed the center of it giving the Sign of the Enterer, I did this for the South (Adonai), West (Eheieh), and North (Agla) and then collected my energies once more. Light flashed in my field of vision, and I raised my arms to my side, and gave the invocation of the Archangels, and the Elements.
"For about me flames the pentagram, and inside me shines the six-rayed star.."
I closed with the Kabbalistic Cross, took a moment to collect myself and then opened my eyes and left my ritual space. I took my incense holders and washed the ash out of them and realised what a true metaphor for the elements the incense is:
It is made of the element Earth (in my case Sandalwood)
It is ignited with the element Fire (so that it glows, and is then blown out so that it only continues to smoke)
It's smoke spreads through the element Air/Wind (filling the room)
Afterwards, I washed it with the element Water (to purify..)
And it is a tool for the element of Spirit (to enhance visions, meditations..)
I felt clear and at peace at the end of the LBRP, and got on my knees and prayed briefly before my altar before walking away.
One more thing: When I stood up from the Initiation rituals and stood in position to begin the LBRP, i felt very light-headed, nearly sick, perhaps from the amount of incense smoke in the room. Perhaps I should use a bit less next time...
I also realised that my mystical experiences were a little less potent, perhaps I ate too much before the ritual...
And I must work on my visualisations quite a bit more.
Posted at 02:55 pm by AdamBrave
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Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Today was my first experience with the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP). I got into an altered state of consciousness beforehand using meditation and relaxation techniques and then did the Ritual. I felt sensations and vibrations, and flashes of light in my mind. I felt the energy inside of me. It was excellent. However, it did not go exactly as I would have hoped. I had vibrated the Holy Names quite loudly at first, but when my mother and sister came home unexpectedly, I had to reduce my vibrating to near whispers. As a result, my power level was somewhat reduced, my concentration somewhat broken, disturbed rather, and I did not get the full effect of the ritual. I do see how it can be potent however, and very energising. I felt calm and cleansed and balanced afterwards, but had some anger at being disturbed by my family. *sigh* I will try again some day soon.
I just realised I'm working tomorrow. Which means I have to do 3 hours of preparation. I'm going to go eat some burgers and then do that.
Adam
Posted at 05:03 pm by AdamBrave
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Today was my experience with the "Behind the Wall of Sleep" ritual. I sometimes shook and convulsed under the power of the state of awareness that I was in. God exists and is ever accessible.
Adam
Posted at 06:13 pm by AdamBrave
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