LFG ..."Looking for group"

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Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
(haven't used that in decades, )

Lol, LFG in title is a gamer term.

On me last legs here and just wanted to say hello to fellow Adventurers on the Path who're AA or interested and wondering if Thelemic current is lacking some wind ...plus share some what many would think should be kept secret - Law is for All ffs.

Appears the order is a dry leaf n’ dirt covered bunch of books and a threadbare banner neglected in the corner of a potting shed... nah, we're inevitably on course still for the New Aeon fam.
Things on the ground have been a bit ordinary and cluttered thanks to the efforts of the black brothers.
Those cunning scoundrels have been busy!

Not really a black brother, but the table betrayal by Grant (wannabe black brother - lol) should be talked of...
that it was not divulged at the time is a disservice to many.
I will furnish the finer details.

There were 3 ears whispered into after he lied so grandly - lol.
Parsons and other twits have effected pollutions for those looking for direction in Thelema, Grant the worst.

Discernment of that which is not True should be part of one's faculties early on.
I shake my head at some of what I've beheld parsed by the community.

For the lot of magicians, sure are a spread of book worms that seem as if caterpillar, instead of butterflies doing the Great Work.

All good, the Restrictions have been outstanding; so, some perspective is required to comprehend what is going on and why this all seems so shoddy and mediocre.

For those currently without the eyes to see, I shall explain a few things as I post away.

An interest in magick will lead one to Thelema, as certain of what is said in AL vel legis though cryptic is very real.
So, one with Wit unacquainted with that tome will come to know a little of such things as they become an active Adventurer in these Grey Lands.

Discussion of the book has seen a lot of people with no clue make all sorts of panderings to reason... nah, read it, chuck it over somewhere out of reach and FEEL,
get that mask-self mind to chill out for a sec, jeez.

The current is accessible, though not the entities talked of other than what little is provided ...yet.

It happens before 2030, so all still standing will look upon "Lucy" (don't care much for the title "BABALON" personally, w/e) in the sky and know... during this time expect the revival of the dusty eyed slave's banner for the lazy and their insanity - lol, almost as if scripted - aw geez

The Argentum Astrum for some time has had some mothing going on, but potential for lift offs is still highly probable amongst all that claptrap one might guess is the issue.

Fair enough to presume it antiquated, a lot is, efforts have been refined from each incarnation as can be seen in scribbles from different hand but same soul and spirit... child of his bowels is no different, the "little shit" with toppled crown ... more of a lean on purpose - lol

Perdurabo failed and did not return?
Nay, the apparent absence since new body was for reason that shall be made clear ...hope it doesn't take the 'til the apocalypse to get that happenin', geez!

That many good people practicing inside AA can be seen across the planet is awesome!
Makes me feel all warm inside, instead of what was seen when I died last time and turned around at all those calling out in meditation/skry.

A small sea of faces that were wicked ego-fuelled twerps... most disheartening.
Only a few goodly sorts with less capacity it would seem than all those others, a troubling prospect yet part of all this.

Encountered again as I was inside womb and an active practitioner flipped out at my mind-speak, tried to kill me inside there calling out "the antichrist" – lol.
I have a bit of PTSD from that, being a baby inside a Mother doesn't mean we're entirely sheltered from things.
Also, don't have coitus with a pregnant woman, just saying ...yeesh, sometimes we might not be able to nip off to the higher planes, so yeah nah, don't do that.

I've sought interaction with dabblers of the arts, cosplayers if ya like, been a terrible cliquey abrasive experience over and over.
Not just a few times, been a frightfully disheartening burning of fingers too often as I reach out to meet other hands.
Alongside magick themed ones, tried various Witch and Pagan forums to be dismissed – lol
Even the Farsight Remote Viewing forum after seeing one of their vids in particular, who seem reluctant to engage, as their Seers are onto what is going on almost... just last few bits of puzzle missing and some foundations that they espouse are incorrect.
Otherwise, I recommend them wholeheartedly.
The one they did on Lucifer has so much noise from them though, ego in the way, plus they encountered a few ensorcelling glamours to keep prying eyes off the current incarnation - lol.
Needs a revision here and there... Aziz describes Ra-Hoor-Khuit before the alchemy of the Chessboard Theatre during that RV session, now that was a surprise!
O.o
He saw a cosmic blue energy being enveloping a dead planet, perhaps not what happened after. Didn't mention any of the juicy bits.

I do hope this apparently empty forum doesn't do the same and treat me like the "muggles" into magick do - lol, yeah right.
Don't care anymore, not looking to get nods of approval, here to spread awareness, so any blinded ones please direct yourself to getting out of bed and do something about that "morning breath" before considering to engage.
I enjoy discussing things with pleasant people, don't be shy.

So finally, I arrive at an old doorstep of mine to paste a bunch of stuff all related to Thelema as you will see at final word.

I mention many things that may be seen by those still yet to pass the first trial as absurd...cool cool, is fine.
Proof in the pudding, gang, they'll work it out.

Love is the Law,
Gadzooks the Grey Robe, Basket Of Worms.
AChTh ACh
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modeish

So 93’s is club slang for: from your homie?

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Yeppers, I don't use 93 in that way much though.

modeish

From your homie, dawg

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Heya, I'll get cracking in a bit.
Good to see ya fam

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C'mon peeps, the glamours are now mostly off, you should be sensing the call and come to chin wag with me for this tiny window I've allocated.
I'm not what you expected, yeppers, until recently I've have been referring to my last life as the "twaddling ninny" owing to how some very big things turned out to be BS, I was very angry and tried to storm heaven - lmao
Will go over that shortly, things you lot should know.

Ok, so externalised works of the Master Therion this life that are very peculiar but makes sense soon (mockers not arrived yet? oh what ever is the time?).

Let's start with "Harry Potter".

What? You say Ms Rowling wrote it.
Yes, she has, but the egregore of the gang I used to play with for many years as we made adventures together in readiness for such books I gifted unto her that she was able to.

From Tasmania I took them, they were at first dissapointed I would not be the one to write it out, but were excited for what lay ahead.
Sweet friends that in parting felt like beloved family I would never see again, almost like a big part of my heart was taken out, it was a sacrifice I thought I should do as I am being fucked with so much this life.

Another could do it in my stead... I've done similar with a few things

I hadn't called to those awesome friends in the physical plane before, was pretty amazing to my mask-self when returning to the self-imposed geas of The Forgetting, to remember standing in my bedroom at Parents house and the portal opened in the air halfway through the ceiling with most of them gathered at it all smiling and full of bright passion for our play we'd made.
That egregore was not solely a construct, we had actual players come also.

As I nipped arround the planet and was hovering above London about a kilometre or so, was about to provide it for a woman with the qualities I sought in London who was sitting outside a cafe at a table with another woman, when my Scottish passion reminded me it might need a bit more of that sort of aspect to it.

My love for the Blessed Isles has not abated with new body, I feel it in my blood, chose Mum and Dad well tbh.

I moved to Scotland and a city, same scene but from the North, the woman felt it lay into her auric field and knew many things instantly.
That she was not Scottish did not matter, it was delivered unto someone in those lands.

She got a pen and quickly started the first penmanship there on some bit of paper or a napkin.
Think it was a napkin, mud atm, bit unclear.
I was satisfied to see it working as intended, that the egregore were delighted with her, so went back to Tasmania.

Harry Potter is not quite how I woulda written it, but is good nonetheless.

The thing that pains me is hearing how she now denies that a wizard gave it to her... that was a cruel thing to say, I was terribly hurt that I gifted a dear precious thing to someone who then spits saying it didn't happen.

Well, so that is out of the bag finally.
Let's see if anyone cares to share this and it gets back to her.

Gee, wonder why you feel the inspiration gone? Silly sausage.

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The pink livid scar I had on my forehead above left eye for the years we played together faded a few weeks after I gifted the egregore.

You may skry certain aspects of this recounting, obviously I mean the moments I was above London and then off to Scotland with the gifting, of course do not pry into my business though.

Not really much to say, other than what a nice thing for kids to encounter that is magicky.

It was to tie in with my vision for the Thelemic Academy of Magick, was going to set some of Harry's experiences there... tbh I do not currently recall their actual names - lol

First Academy is to be in the mountains of Tasmania, 2nd to be in Iceland.

The book would've had a slight Enid Blyton feel to the kid's younger years before attending the school.
I might release our version as an astral play that can be viewed by all ...by the "muggles" - lol

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Oh, I leave out the E as Argentum Astrum is the new name some will be using soon.
To differentiate things.

I shan't see this lil boat abandoned, has a bit of something wonderful from before.

Those unwilling to see will eventually wake up as this is realised as very real and we move ahead regardless.

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I'll be sending missives out to all parties I've selected to contact and share, but for now will dally here for a bit with a few posts.

The book I was fated to do has been finished for ages - is blue tacked on my wall, so pedestrian of me - lol

It's called "Act Of Magick", looks weird now, has flipped on me to be less relevant to the "On Coming Here" material.
Looking forward to finishing this after 32 years at the first, then getting on with something else that is going to be heaps more fun.

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Of the Academy Of Magick ...AOM.
Seemingly austere and serious, nah bugger that, a lot of fun and sweetness.

First is to be very close to Cradle Mountain in north mid Tasmania.
The 2nd in north east Iceland is to be near the lava formations of Dimmu Borgir.

Was cool to hear of a band with name "Dimmu Borgir" appear.
The only "black metal" I listen to these days, really love their music - amazing!

It is Holy music, if you into Thelema and are not familiar then I urge you to explore.

The externalised efforts unseen have been many, that I was able to do anything whilst so intensively messed with is a surprise to some.
Oof, has been frikken trying to say the least.

The muse twas not I, but the other talked of.

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In addressing the direction I mentioned we'll be moving in, here is a bunch of my experiences that are worthwhile... in that they either hold didacticisms or reveals of interesting bits for further data correlations.

I use my casual manner whilst talking of some dubious heavenly things as they do not warrant reverence, by being quite farsical stinkers.
That sorta bleeds into most of my scribbles, prefer that than going Shakespearean or muddled with ambiguous allusions.

Probs not helpful to discourse if we use cryptic reveals either... this is a piece I made for some Remote Viewers who didn't bother, probs thinking I'm a loony - lol

A Swabian horn from amongst broken halls calms Europa’s cup, a withdrawal of spattered scorn upon flourished coattail at mewling sup.

The Bear’s hearth warms the haggard traveller with call to song; the choir of peace move to call for sword – and it doesn’t take that long.

Over sea by ice demands the spangle gloved catchpoll, with grease from stone as favoured hat. By contract woes and stubbled toes after a while of misdeeds, then they’ll set sail back.

A flurry of darted whispers that drop to rocks of glass,
as old friends call bitter melodies across the watery windswept pass.

Voices of the betrayed bring the fires that day …as west, east and south all gather so mournfully a disarray.

The map is torn by frictionless hands from near and far, as the lost bridle seeks a new to steer to be levered from the tar.

An Alamo banner still clean after strange winds to be seen, calling to the those who would remember their dream.

Men of tallest grasses once driven from the land so wrong, come that day as to point people from the looting of Liberty and to where they belong.

Could sit here and work it out, but bah, some might not bother looking much more than the briefest of skim reads.
No need to do a Nostradamus.

Each line is a foretelling of something, all related to what happens before the
fake alien invasion using real aliens, from an American perspective.

Trump being the last POTUS means a few things...shoulda added that, d'oh.

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HYBRIDS UP TO NO GOOD

This one is an example of how naughty aliens are methodically administering their inflictions and distractions from within human structures …sometimes with human help:

In 1982, my two brothers closest in age and I ( I was 11) attended an evening of plays at the Burnie Civic Centre in NW Tasmania, hosted by the Country Women’s Association.
Of course, sneaking off into the rest of the complex was obligatory, being empty and a warren to explore for adventurous lil scamps.

We crept about, seeking the source for a much bandied about tale of a ghost that enjoyed harassing actors & staff.
I lifted my consciousness a bit, sensed 2 human spirits lingering but too insubstantial and withdrawn to be so active as in descriptions.

At an upper balcony in an empty theatre we called out for the ghost, which had been given a name - lol, turns out it was a built up elementary started off by some demonstrably careless people.
In its form aside from human spirit influence, it drew itself together up from later human energetic imprints on curtains, carpets, dressing rooms, etc. So looked kinda like a heap of folded carpets with head area and appendages, sorta.

We paint our world with our Light, elementaries are pretty much focused egregores, but some are fashioned by those with the wit to do so.

Pretty disappointing at that time, I said nought about the clothy chap - very rarely talking overmuch of wyrd details with anyone, usually only the kid’s game that might surround something of that nature.

I declared looking for a ghost was dumb (as a call to move on and remove our investment in that folly), that I couldn't feel anything anyway. In saying this I reached out my scans, now including underneath us as well
…detected a gaggle of oddbods secret and hidden in the lowest part of the building (also a lil darksome).
In touching upon it, I had some insight from that morning about what it was, but kept my earthly self unaware, to let the encounter unfold naturally.

We'd rummaged about looking upstairs... now was for us to search low.

“Follow me, there is something going on underneath!!”

So, we giddily ran about some more, then entered the southern stairwell, racing like maniacs down to the very bottom and a door.
I turned and made the "shh" motion, declaring from headspace of young boy:

"In there are secret agents spying on the audience we should be in!"
(gah, close, but no plum kid)

I tested the door handle, it was unlocked!

Looking back to brothers with a daring grin, I suddenly opened door and thrust my head through the gap, pulling door in a lil at neck to minimize being noticed.

The room had 40 or so of a specific type of hybrid sitting in rows at desks/stations, and an authoritative woman in her mid-30's standing in front as a coordinator of sorts (she looked entirely normal, except she felt like a zoo handler rather than a facilitator).

The otherwise empty space was full of desk/consoles at which each hybrid was sat.

They were connected to devices as large as a toaster but tailored to plop onto a surface, on each table top from a black matte metallic looking partial face mask (only obscuring lower part of face, a bit reminiscent of fighter pilot masks) with 3 black ribbed tubes to the contraptions/"computers" before each of them (also made of the same material).

Whispers and loaded breaths were conveyed from them through the tubes unto the subjects they were assigned to torment/ meddle with.
Those devices were in stark contrast to the desks which weren’t too dissimilar to stuff we had at school, something that stuck out at the time.
It could have been seen as a call centre, except it was most definitely not.

I saw what the nearest boofhead was looking at: sickly green electrical business amongst burbling clouds in various other shades of green on convex bubble-like screens, mounted in more black metal.
If the operator focused, flickering jumpy images of someone's mind or echoes of their presence during the Earthly life most recent appeared.

I reckon they used those rigs so as to be undetectable to any with “the eyes to see” in the audience or nearby, as similarly detailed in a Yowie account will post later.

The heads were larger than humans, but not to the proportions of greys. Same eyes as Greys, but mouth and nose slightly more human (seen this type before, that was an assumption as their mouths and noses were under mask). Skin complexion was that of the other hybrids, not quite Greys, but not human looking either.

I felt sorry for them, all attached up like that and dedicated to such a deranged task ...in effect "touching" one with a smidge of condescending compassion.

Until one in the 2nd row nearest, looked right at me as I pitied him. Oops!
He was focused 90% on work still, not yet registering my presence as an interloper (slight distraction, certainly).
Then as child-me involuntarily gasped at the person/thing facing me, the woman in front of this awful assembly glanced at noise not from direction expected and saw me.

She turned back and abruptly called for attention to her charges, urging them to furtherly apply themselves for increased results in English (she sort of covered my arse by doing that ...and perhaps her own).

I pulled my head back, and closed the door - ready to swing wide open so my brothers could witness also.
"Get ready to run after you see what's in there!"

I yanked upon the door, only made it 20+cms - that woman was right there with firm grasp on door handle, sternly stating in low tones "No you don't!",
then pulled door closed, followed with the audible click of its lock.

I exclaimed rapidly how they are actually alien weirdos doing a series of manipulation attacks upon the people in the packed theatre.

They pointed out it was only me that saw into the room, as I looked to each for similar shock reactions as myself.

We all became a bit trepidatious after a moment of silence and some situational perspective, thereupon agreeing it was time to retreat out of there... I gave 'em a head start and then bashed on door, shouting some feebly rude things.
We ran and ran – lol

The most odd thing about all of that is the woman did not have a blackened spirit, she was not an obviously bad person.
Was not military, not one of the worshippers of the night hag (the evil psychic, though lacking spiritual breadth, orgy goers that are pretty much spread everywhere, from cities to towns there are groups of the grots), not from a colluding agency… she seemed likeable, unfortunate she took the job – awww.
No alien pong on her at cursory appraisal, quite remarkable – as it seems to be part of the ruse to pass innocuously as “just over here bein’ hewmun” when enacting such clandestine nastiness in close proximity to targets.

At first sense of the group downstairs (as child partially aware) I didn’t feel anything alien, just a bunch of people up to some sort of officiated adult mischief.
Others doing scans would’ve most probably likewise got the same obfuscation, an interesting aspect of the bs illusions going on that requires attention & dissemination.

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JUST TRYIN' TO WATCH STAR TREK …HYBRIDS

In 1996 late one evening, had been doing a bit of honing (magickal “jumping jacks” and “tumbling rolls”), went to watch some TV at parent’s house, even though I had to look through more earth-eyes (lowering of vibrations for to enjoy the show from a point of obliviousness).

Got comfy and settled in to watch Star Trek Next Generation, then Voyager in back-to-back airings.

I'd already seen that TNG episode a couple of times, so I lay back and lolled about on couch, moving slightly back into enhanced state.

Whilst 10% attention sporadically on television still, I felt a projection commence that was intended to stir terrible unease.
A familiar fear being lain down blanketly from somewhere!

"Where the %#$@* is that coming from?" I postulated, rearranging myself to know. Did scans of outside and on higher planes, determined the source was from the telly.

"Wth? ...but it's just star trek, didn’t get this feeling last time I watched this episode... so!?"
It persisted, and now started changing slightly... I moved my head to the side a fair bit to look at screen as I'd done a few times - seeing picture in the illume coming off glass, about 2 inches from screen. Cathode ray screen/bulb.

Did that so I could watch the picture in the air in front of tv, which I’d first used as child when not allowed to view a screen directly once – lol.

Tuning to all similar frequencies I allowed it to be expanded and spread out so I could discern almost all of it.

Stretched and spread the radiance out kinda, expanded to be about 35 inches.
More of a striated spectrum in the transmission then, with picture only a portion of it at the fore section, that was defined as a sheet which you would typically see when watching a show.

I could see about 20 distinct frames ( I did that I think, as I tried to put it into an external workspace), with many in between, the Hybrid signal at 5 from back roughly.

Could feel the ominous vile push-down as part of the lower frequency and found the signal hidden in there at the rear and lower down (indicative of the bandwidth or something I guess), it was another screen hidden literally underneath the human transmission.

Bringing it to a bit more resolution like normal shows, there in a dull greyish (a vague sense of horror even upon the walls in that room) studio, behind a plain desk ...very much like a news presenter's, sat 3 hybrids streaming their oppressive will upon the passive viewers.

First had bulbous head, but normalish face, 2nd had the big black eyes and small mouth, but normalish sized head, third had bulbous head, black eyes but human nose and mouth (I know they were wearing plain clothing, though I do not recall atm, later will add edit posts to each thread when active again).

In the instant seeing them as I brought the resolution up, recalled that I knew of this telly trick as a baby, and it was not just that night but of some well beaten regularity (memory suppression until subject re-enters state.
Some of you will equate that with when tripping and “we’re back!”). It was unbeknownst to me from my own hand that I should not look at that stuff atm …oops, soz me (like when you pull a bandaid off too early).

Even though the knowledge was there that I should withdraw, I was too shocked and riled from earth-mind involve during the startled bit and started to get angry ...but then I saw two of the scoundrels notice my disgust of evil & urge to kick ‘em up the bums amongst the thousands in Tasmania watching.
They moved their heads about a bit, like a dog looking for scent.

Ahhh, erm, was a bit too loud on the “grrrr” there.

Quickly withdrew into a durp face with a couple of bs thoughts about what I must’ve seen.

I was looked at and marked with a bunch of others, but they didn’t single me out as whoever that just was – dayum, gotta be careful bro.

Proceeding weeks went through the hurdles of abductions and examinations etc, yanked out a few implants the nonces whack in.

One implant was really odd!
On waking reflection, the night’s encounter felt different too (didn’t bother to examine back then, heaps other wyrdness going on, will do soon).

It was unlike any implant I’d sensed and then chucked. In shift from abduction to bed, I had “caught” the potentially burrowing implant and left a “post-it-note” for myself to go to right nostril upon waking plod to toilet.

When back in bedroom, I started to draw out a long-hardened boogie that must’ve been inside the sinus,.

During extraction it went from boogie to clear snot like mucus.

Yet, it looked kinda wrong.

Like it was from a solution blobbed in my nose that I’d chosen to wear not as they wanted (# include time of ventolin inhaler hesitancy and making of crystal from chemicals on tongue, heaps salient), had an unusual jelly-like resilience to the mucus.

It continued coming out of my nose like an endless clown’s sleeve tissue, as I carefully made sure to get all of the detritus out.
The width stayed the same until the end bit where was a larger rounded lump of clear mucus with 3 distinct wriggly red veins in it, like a chicken egg that is partially incubated. The whole thing held between my hands and sagging a bit estimated to be roughly 130cm.
I called out to my Mum if she could grab a camera for a pic of this amazing snot/alien implant – she was not keen, so I just plopped it onto a table and observed as it began to lose structure and break down, like other temp implants but with more rapidity.

The blood vessels also eventually turned into a red smear in the puddled clearish liquid, no longer anything like when I extracted it.

I thought the buggers were in a base due to how "heavy" the massive structure they were in felt, not like their other ships but darkened.
Crikey, they mighta been in a giant bulldozer-like ship - lol

The "They Live" thing about hidden transmissions is for realsies, though not quite as in the movie.
Ya know them glasses?

Well, there is something a bit like that... dycanin blue glass goggles you can get on Amazon.

Won't reveal the jerks, but is a lil helpful in seeing auras... which is helpful in revealing the jerks - lol

Might just tickle your senses a little when letting your auric vision come back.

All of you that might think you cannot see auras, most certainly can.

Everyone can reacquaint themselves with the real beyond the limitations.

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I'm a bit lost in stwuggle bwo, in these last days, thought I'd give this a try ...getting used to no shows.

Thank you to the Soror who blessed me, cheers mate - Truth Only metric is a good method to be free from illusions.
Nice altar, or is that your PC desk? Both is sensible or not.. everything is an altar really.

No need to be shy you 5 that skryed so far, allg... just don't pry and is fine, would prefer written engagements as this has been going on for awhile now - lol.

Will send the circulatory missive out soon.