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Pieter-Jan / 26 / Belgium
This blog is my personal take on the study of dreams, magick, obsidian eyed interlopers and the postdiluvian world.
To live in the ruins of futile renaissances.

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After all you have accomplished, you will not be able to live if you do not meet me.

— Atu XI “Lust/Strenght” - Thoth Tarot Card

Posted 2 hours ago with 2 notes

Freud’s mental iceberg model.

Freud’s mental iceberg model.

Posted 5 hours ago with 2 notes

Had a dream last night a good friend arrived here at my place with a pink lamborghini.
Turns out he watched a video last night with such a pink lamborghini in it.

Posted 8 hours ago with 1 note

Dream involving ISIS, a friend and hacking.

First I was in an office building ISIS fighters were attacking in hordes. I threw grenades at them, but my weaponry and even my presence went unnoticed, as if I was a ghost and my weapons were only real to me. They suddenly surrendered and were all brought to a literal slaughterhouse, where they and even their kids’ troaths were cut and afterwards had all their flesh used in cannibalistic meals. The latter I didn’t see, but I saw how it all went down the meat grinder.
After that I got to my friend’s room where we were having a chat. He had a roof window atop his desk, leading outside, and it looked like he lived underground because climbing through it had dunes all around the opening.
We were talking about how difficult it is to immigrate as any another profession than a soldier.
In the meantime something overlapped where some dude added me and started hacking my computer and shutting on and off the electricity at my house. He told me electricity is the key to understanding all life and he was trying to hack people that way. I got angry as he kept on playing his childish game on all the shit in my house so in all this rage I challenged him to hack me. I felt something around my heart burning and that’s when I woke up.

Posted 1 day ago with 1 note

A lot dismiss Protestantism for not having spawned anything mystical as it was too literalist and purist to produce figures or movements that might take interest in or allow stuff like chemical weddings and sexual metaphores which are inevitable in writing about divine union.
Yet William Blake, Jacob Boehme and Emmanuel Swedenborg as exponents of this “magia sexualis” prove the contrary.
The New World’s melange of churches and sects was/is perfect breeding ground for occultists before and especially after the Revolution ( with John Smith as the most notorious ceremonial magickian of them all ).Which led me to Kelpius again. Today I’ve taken a closer look at him. Legend has that the Philosopher’s Stone is to be found in the Schuylkill River around Philadelphia ( from the Dutch, my native tongue, word “Schuil” or “Hidden River”, aptly called that way if you have this story in mind ) after he threw it in there. The Lapis Elixir popped up in my dreams yesterday.
That’s a very Celtic thing to do and also a Native American practise as well, namely potlatch.
I throw coins and other items in the river here at times too for magickal purposes. God knows what happens if you do that with the Philosopher’s Stone.

A lot dismiss Protestantism for not having spawned anything mystical as it was too literalist and purist to produce figures or movements that might take interest in or allow stuff like chemical weddings and sexual metaphores which are inevitable in writing about divine union.

Yet William Blake, Jacob Boehme and Emmanuel Swedenborg as exponents of this “magia sexualis” prove the contrary.

The New World’s melange of churches and sects was/is perfect breeding ground for occultists before and especially after the Revolution ( with John Smith as the most notorious ceremonial magickian of them all ).
Which led me to Kelpius again. Today I’ve taken a closer look at him. Legend has that the Philosopher’s Stone is to be found in the Schuylkill River around Philadelphia ( from the Dutch, my native tongue, word “Schuil” or “Hidden River”, aptly called that way if you have this story in mind ) after he threw it in there. The Lapis Elixir popped up in my dreams yesterday.

That’s a very Celtic thing to do and also a Native American practise as well, namely potlatch.

I throw coins and other items in the river here at times too for magickal purposes. God knows what happens if you do that with the Philosopher’s Stone.

Posted 2 days ago with 1 note

Sharing the dream elsewhere, someone pointed out that the square inside a triangle I saw in the dream is the geometric depiction of the Philosopher’s Stone, as seen in this illustration by Michael Maier.

Well, this is something Carl Jung would be excited about, alchemical symbolism showing up in the dreamer’s realm without prior knowledge.

So two guys get the Philosopher’s Stone tattooed on their arms and become interconnected? That does sound like something alchemists would pursue, to forge a reunion of mankind into a single consciousness.

Posted 3 days ago with 2 notes

Dream where some guy was taking a selfie video of himself in the mirror for a piece on the news ( although it didn’t look like I was watching tv ). He talked about how he had gotten the same tattoo as another guy in town without knowing and how he sometimes uncontrollably did the same hand movements as the other and vice versa. They suspected having the same occult symbols branded or tattooed on you creates that type of connection.
The tattoo itself was a white square within a grey triangle.

Posted 3 days ago with 1 note

(Source: organicbody)

Posted 3 days ago from giannamarie with 364 notes

Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the movies, actually. No matter what might be said, access to the artistic universe is more or less entirely the preserve of those who are a little fed up with the world.

— Michel Houellebecq, H.P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life

Posted 3 days ago with 1 note

SATHARIEL

Posted 4 days ago from mind-core with 13,167 notes

Troum, an ambient/drone band founded by members of the legendary Maeror Tri project, have this album called The Self-Playing Ocean, a fav of mine.

The title reminded me of the idea in Buddhism of the true nature of reality being empty and the phenomenal world as mere waves of the noumenal ocean.
Being a self-playing void, it, of course, immediately brings to mind the act of masturbation. In ancient Egypt one of the creation myths is in this sense the most adequate in personifying that principle, where Atum stands at the beginning of time ( and perhaps forever ) masturbating.

Reality as never-ending onanism. One can see now why charging sigils with a quick jack-off is so powerful as it is a reptition of the cosmogenic act.

Posted 6 days ago with 1 note

In the mood for fiction.

Posted 1 week ago with 4 notes

Dream I engaged in cannibalism and was eating the marrow from a spine. 

Posted 1 week ago with 1 note

Road to Calvary of Jesus Christ Allin

Posted 1 week ago

Michael Bertiaux

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