“Slowly, it needs to get some more slime into it.”
—Kenneth Grant when asked how his writing was going.
I was exploring a forest nearby, right behind the scout’s their cabin. In there was a black order of some sort doing ritual abusive shit and me and my gf were exploring the area for this very group. When we got there, we noticed a couple of shitfy characters and I suggested we got the hell out. They looked upper class, but radiated an evil energy and didn’t want us to be there. We got out and as we got to the street near my neighbourhood, I saw 4 red lights moving around above it, right near the spot where I shoot triangles all the time. I then woke up in the dream and saw a friend of mine who is known for being the conspiracy expert. I then saw another friend of mine, having had an accident ( interestingly, he was a boy scout in his youth ) and showing me a children’s book with pages being ripped out. I then saw a guy walking around from the forest and for some reason he and his men got me in this temple. The temple itself was like a carousel and everytime they showed me a new symbolic representation of something that was of import to them. First was this couple seated and chained on black thrones. Then I saw a sex magickal rite of upper class men raping a woman, not worshipping her like true devotees of Babalon should. All the while I saw a huge black python-like snake moving around me. As I got to the end I saw a black raven projected on my back. Intuitively I knew this wasn’t a bad sign, but Odin’s raven Muninn. I then shouted: GOD IS VICTORIOUS and the cult had no power over me. The snake helped me to awake and then I woke up with the most disoriented feeling.
I woke up and saw a small golden statue of Baphomet across the room that changed into a dancing Satyr. I focussed on it and it vanished and appeared like a hologram. Then it disappeared but I saw myself projected against the same wall for a second.
Tonight I projected triangles in the sky again during gnosis and funny enough I saw small lenticular clouds forming in the exact location. I went to bed and dreamt I saw a UFO in the sky. It was dark red and radiating with a fluorescent light all across the neighbourhood. It moved quickly and I could actually hear this time the sound it makes while flying. But I felt they were gonna take me again, so I got a bit paranoid and hit the deck with my family, one of them even hiding under the bed. They kept on hovering. Then I woke up.
Had a strange and fucked up dream. I was at this lobby where a deformed woman was standing. She had abnormally large legs and a small torso. Some guy there, who I often times see in class but never talk to, said to me how he moved to Russia and the summers were rather hot ( trivial convo ). Alex Jones was in the area, driving around and warning people about an impending Russian invasion. In the dream he got shot in his car.
Later on, I was in an abandoned tunnel complex ( not the first time ). Someone there told me that the tunnels have been left to ruin for a while now, but that if all the doors are opened properly, one can move instantly, within a fraction of a second, inbetween the locations it leads to. In there I was being threatenedby some weirdo junks. They held a knife, ready to stab me. As I fled through the tunnels, I got to Syria instantly. There I saw a tank driving around, and it spotted me. I got into a battle with it and found a uzi-like gun. I shot a female soldier in the face who was unware of me as she was sniping the area. She looked like someone I went to high school with. I then sabotaged the tank and got out through the tunnels again. Then I woke up
Whenever I get in these tunnels I always meet junks down there, as if they’re the ones who are stuck in there and can’t find a way out, hence them probably having this self-destructive habit.
Muad’dib in Tblisi
What is hidden in the starlit is a chance meeting with the Last.
A finality to the rule of the outcast.
I hear the echoing of Enochian calls in Marrakech and Toulouse.
And visions of Crusades torn assunder by the might of horns.
Of a desert in which Khaldun could foresee the advent of the Hoodoo.
Let me sing mantra’s in the Machabi realm.
Escape the prison to enter the sanctuary of Aldwych.
In which I’m stuck for months, only to find the Masonic hammer to open the gates to Sophia.
Let me draw triangles in the nightsky to give room for a flood of old.
Travel to Antarctica where I can melt the ice and unearth the word of the Beelzebub Kurd.
I hear the cards speak in the Damned tongues of dreamtime.
Of times in Delphi’s razor sharp sublime.
Of a world from Dublin to Timbuktu.
Joran and I were joking yesterday about evoking Babalon in the dunes here, since that’s the closest thing we have to a desert here in Belgium.
Tonight I had a dream of being in a desert and truly it was one of the most majestically beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen. Everything was drenched in this bittersweet twilight and I could see little patches of green here and there. The mountains were as if they were smoothened and I could see small towns in the distance. Then I noticed this bright red light on the horizon and I started communicating with it, saying that I could see it and that I would love to talk. It responded by taking a different trajectory and going brighter and brighter.
Then I was in one of those towns, which looked a lot like Giorgio de Chirico’s paintings. I was there to assassinate someone and I did feel like I was an Assassin. The dream makes me think the Assassins did something in a similar vein, communicating with the Outer Ones before going on an important mission. Or receiving their mission from them.
I had a very vivid dream in which I was about to get abducted. I did not know whether I was dreaming or not though, because it did not feel like a dream but very very real. I could feel my surroundings and see them as clear as I do now.
I saw 3 disks in the sky, but this time not glowing and speeding around but hovering above my neighbourhood quietely. The colour was shiny dark blue-ish. I could feel my own powerlessness when confronted with this and the involuntary. I warned the people in the house, but they didn’t seem too much aware of what was going on, as if under hypnosis or paralyzed ( classic scenario ). I then felt they were inside the house and that’s where I woke up.
EVERY NIGHT
