Howdy Haunts,
First of all, I want to thank Jenny, Jilly, Leo, Luxa, Charlie & Derek for a brilliant chat and “Rite Share” last Sunday!
Those that haven’t yet and are interested can view our ‘unlisted’ and private discussion via youtube. Please do not share this outside your immediate eyeballs!
https://www.youtube.com/live/wCXd8y__wss?si=XlgcltGprW60vDoA
I’ve added some new folks to this ramshackle DMG (Divergent Magick Grimoire) Newsletter. This is where I send dates and pertinent info for monthly meetups!
I wanted to take the time today today to follow up and check in on, not only the discussions of the DMG, but most importantly, the 3rd and final eclipse of the GREAT AMERICAN ECLIPSE SAGA – and the celestial framework that has cradled my Haunt Manual / Hauntomancy workings.
As discussed in our chat, I prepared my altar space and environment for my “Liminal Bath Rite” – set and setting is so paramount and a cell is truly needed for its design and layout in the updated DMG! Forgive the long read, I will most likely post this on HAUNT MANUAL but drafted it for you all. Forgive the typos!
Let me know if you’d like to meet more than monthly for the DMG!
ECLIPSE MOONDIRT AND CHIRON GHOST BABIES
After a dream-riddled REM-tumble, I managed to crawl out of bed to begin the day as I had planned for this new trajectory’s routine. A fervent stretch, a quick coffee brewed, and a deep meditative ambulatory dog-stroll with Dzarro in the smokey Cascadian morning. I made sure to willfully narrate the micro-processes of this routine – almost instilling a sense of subjective authorship to the otherwise mundane magicks!
When it came time for my liminal bath, right as the sun was being crusted through the moon, I worked the rite as I had distilled in the DMG. Without getting too droll about the innards, I’ll just say there was a few SPECTRES I made offerings to of Almond Joys and alcohol, color coded candles encased in certain oils and fragrances with sigils lit, an ecstatic stretch and body rhythm session, allwhile humming a specific “mantra” to keep time and tithe. As I sit in the bath with the showerhead on full steam to allow a molecular encasement within the “ritual waters” I began my Sefirot Meditation (or take on the meditation) – every liminal bath requires this as a sequence step, and I will eventually write out the Sefirot Meditation as its own rite! Add the usual!
For an example on the Sefirot Meditation, you can listen to my Haunt Manual audiochapter of the meditation I did on the anniversary of the 8/21/17 total eclipse here. The introduction is a narration of what these Sefirot Meditations can illustrate:
During this meditation I already pondered an Observation for the DMG; I found my mind hard thrust within synaptic impulses of brain fodder – like shadow slashes of mind knife play, from dastardly visions to mundane joys both of my memory and never known at all. I had noticed I was already logging the Observation for the DMG WHILE I was beginning the meditation! I thought that was funny and part and parcel to the intrinsic nature of this schema.
When I was finally able to conform the purple tetrahedron energies into a serviceable flying apparatus (in the meditation) I found myself immediately lifting off the dirt of the moon. This caught me off guard as I’m usually raising out of the somatic environment of where I am meditating to begin with. This made me double back and to touch the moondirt as I was excited about the new location. When I turned around I saw nothing but the firey spits and casms of orange to white blinding light – the sun was directly behind me. As I turned and adjusted my vision, I could see the earth ensconced in the preternatural dark of space, far but directly in-line with my moondirt. I marveled at the celestial hums I heard, like slowly shifting spheres of the moon and the earth were un-oiled gears and servos of a distant machine.
Then the sun began to boil my skin. I knew immediately I was to shed it, as it is part and parcel to this meditations own schema, to slowly remove the skin finger-by-finger, limb from limb, and finally my face like a halloween mask, exposing this galaxy riddled phantom that lay underneath.
When it came time to “ADD mY USuAL” I knew that I was to tether the “sine wave serpents” first to the earth, lassoing a pink ectogasmic energy around the circumference, then the sun – a sort of aimless hip-shot into the blinding light that was so unusually close. I rose and tethered the energy to the mooon, and finally, the fourth ectogasm lasso shot up into the black heavens, where a phantom eye opened and blink – my right eye, the one with the brown birthmark, and the portal to the base of the Sefirot gates.
As I climbed that ectogasmic sine wave serpent up into the birthmark, I emerged at the base-pond of the eternal autumnal great tree. I felt in a rush as the celestial gears of the heavens were getting louder and louder, and as I scaled the branches to Binah – I fell in. I hit a field of moving and permeating grass and bug, and immediately started drowning in the eternal growth I had fallen into. I could see a comic panel of my silhouette entombed by flowers and swamp scum miles deep! I then focused on my left hand, and felt the tendrils and snakes of the “growing” begin to form a sort of extended limb around my left should and to the surface. I was able to raise myself to the door of Binah with this “growing”. And it formed around my “coyote howlin’ at the crescent” stick-n-poke on my upper left arm. I immediately knew I had lassoed the moon and communed with Binah for the “growing” from my left.
Utilizing my new lasso-like apparatus of green growing, I knew to visit Gevurah, to glean some of the blinding light that radiating from a screaming god. As I opened the door I could hear the infinite screams from the man in the middle of a white desert, light bellowing out of his gullet and eyes into a blinding sky. I managed to dip my right hand into the blinding light while safely tethered to the door with my left. I felt it charge my celestial veins and infect the stick-n-poke symbol tattoo on my upper right should – a modified “Zia” – or Navajo sun symbol. I had gleaned some of the blinding light from right.
I then chose to visit the eternal mother, the nebulous dark womb-world of Hokmah. This one I feared most, because I feared leaving it. There is a darkly warmth about this nebulous place, like the calm surrender of a fetus in an embryonic warmth. But as I entered Hokmah I saw a phantom fetus. This fetus reminded me of the Chiron, the wounded healer, the one that felt abandoned and left to the ghostly void. A ghost baby chiron tethered to the unknown, and it was no bigger than my heart. I knew to cradle it to my chest, and to absorb it into my chest, and finally, to leave the dark womb.
EDIT: I forgot to add at the end of the Liminal Bath Rite there is a Disolver Eco Resonar Tarot spread and it was very telling:
DISOLVER: PAGE OF CUPS
ECO: PAGE OF WANDS
RESONAR: TEN OF CUPS
REVELATOR: THE WORLD
RITUAL: KNIGHT OF COINS
After the meditation I felt cleansed, empowered and ready for a new film, so to speak. I quickly closed my Liminal Bath Rite and felt a surge of need to contact my new job about exact meeting time. It was my first day after all and I had a sneaking suspicion things changed from what we had agreed upon. I was right.
I raced down to the Production office, was given a laptop, a credit card, a truck full of audio visual equipment, a partner and told something popped up and you must set up and operate an event that was happening in an hour!
The event went well, though long and brain befuddled from over-ingesting new know-hows and how-tos. It was a glorious first page of a new chapter. As I traveled home after such a heavy day in this new trajectory, I couldn’t help but realize the trifecta of ornaments in my meditation and how they related to the eclipses I had begun working with ever since August 21st. 2017. That first one, in 2017, was the totality of the tower card needed for everlasting growth, and the left hand of evergreen change that followed the moon. The near-totality in New Mexico last October let just enough light in to not be darkened by the moon, and expelled a direct aperture of my right hand that guided me through the magnanimous focus of the sun. And yesterday’s eclipse, the final, a new heart beat and rhythm of fostering a brand new trajectory like the breached crown of a newborn.
All this to say, I hope I foster these vajra well! And look forward to helping foster coyote-moon howling growth, feeding the chiron ghost baby, and wielding some Zia rays. Will keep you all posted for the next meetup! Would you like to meet more than monthly?
Haunt on!
RKR
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