Hi,
Some of the things you might think - BOLLOCKS. - that's cool. But in my head, mind and heart they're as true as the morning sun.
I know you're not an idiot but I'll tell you every step simply - just so you know exactly what i do -
A make a banishing pentagram forward, left, backwards and right - with my left hand (I'm a lefty). Out in front of me visualising it. Then in my head inside I repeat it.
So I visualise the pentagrams inside and outside of my head - Sometimes I throw in guardians If I'm feeling a little insecure or a big bubble of light coming from the pit of my stomach.
I visualise the banishing pentagrams inside my head and push them outwards. So that inside my head there is an actual space - It's almost quantifiable. So in my minds eye it would be 3 metres * 3 metres. Or I push it out to the edges of my bedroom.
- Shit - I forgot salt. I always scatter salt around the room in a circle - I used to be all chanty and, "Gods protect me" but now it's, "Right where the fucking salt". After the Salt I visualise light from my hand shooting out and sealing the room. So I'm protected. I do this in a circular motion or if bored or I don't really feel like it a quick left right, over my sholuder and down to the ground. I always do this with my eyes closed - As it's that belief as I know there's energy shooting out off my hand even thought I can't see it. With my eyes open - I always begin to feel a little daft.
Then it's just while easy.
i sit down in the midle of the circle and close my eyes and of I go.. I just travel.
I know that's a shit explanation but it's the only one I have. I normally see my self in space, me (real me) looking at the astral me from a specific directon, which changes from time to time. So one night I'll start by looking at myself from below or side on.
I always bring my main dudes with me - which is a scorpion anda dragon.
One a realy weird occassion I went up met the scorpion and started tickling him (if it were a dog) you know, "lye round and get your belly scratched", which even when doing it felt really weird. But the scorpion loved it.
I KNOW THIS SOUNDS FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD.
Strange at may seem. The actual idea of what I'm talknig about at times scares the hell out of me. The fact that I believe what I'm doing scares me even more. And the fact that I know it works, past everything I've ever been reinforced with, strikes me as most peculiar.
Like the this time innocent thief. He knows in his heart he's right despite the best public opinion.
Sorry, I'll get back from the tangent.
When talkngi to some animals, they've tried to attack me.
Now this for me is the fucknig weird bit. At the time i needed a way to subdue what I saw as an enemy. And part of that enemy was me. So I thought I would do something that completly repulsed me (don't do it yourself - tiz just an example). So that in my own head I could obtain a state of inner repulsion and outer dislike. if I know I can repulse myself then I also know that the reverse is true - I can find a point of total love and understanding - maybe tangenty in thought but it worked for me at least. Geting past a specific point by confronting and twisting what I dispised into something I could love, learn to love or simply accept.
Anyway back to the first attacking animals. These were big fuckers. I mean they scared the shit out of me. So I just retreated from the plain and ran like a big Jessy. Banishing rituals and complete grounding. After a while I gathered up my psychological strength and thought, "fuck it" I'm going to fuck these pricks up. (I know it ain't very literate but that's just how I felt). Really fucking angry at these things. So I gathered myself up, banishing rituals, salt and went out there.
My scorpion attacked them and so did my dragon -who called apon another dragon to help him.
At the same time in the depths of my brain, a scorpion lay at the front of a cave and stopped *things* from attacking.
*things* are going to be used for tuff I can't actually describe in quantifiable terms. They were *things*.
But I wanted to overpower this thing and defeat it - I slay a couple of them in my travel andf then left again.
The next night - I had a dream that tthey confronted me again and were going to kill me. So I humped one of them.
Yep that's right I banged it.
I went into a state the next day and confronted them. I remember calmly stating an intent, "you can work with me, you can die or I can hump every fucking one of you. You can not kill me".
They worked with me.
They formed around me and guided me to another place in the astral (place). I'm using astral place to describe the place I was in.
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The first time I astrally projected was just in bed. I threw some salt around. Banishing and then thought - right what do i want to do and where and relaxed into a altered state then, happy days.
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I don't know what type of travels they are... So the words I use could be totally out of context or could be misleading. The first time i dallied with Shamanism. I was lying with blackness around me. And I wanted to reach the bottom. It was if time was completely still. Every second felt like an eternity but I knew it was only seconds.
This is the fucked up part. This wee, I don't know how to describe him - fucker. Came out off nowhere.
I was near the bottom off the tunnel but at the top of it there was a land of black mass that stretched up and around. As if the tunnel was in the centre of a big black square.
The square was cut from the outside and this wee guy, with a strange head piece came running up. I could see him running towards the tunnel while at the same time. I was looking up from the tunnel.
He stuck his head over and these things shot out and atached to me. They weren't harmfull and I felt absolutely nothing.
The next moment I was at the top of the tunnel. The wee guy put a finger to the lips of his head gear and shook his head. Then he was off.
I've seen him around a few times. he's waved to me but it always far off.
I can bring him forth with me while I travel but it's not him - just the manifestation off him from me. So when I travel I'm brigning along the memory of him but not him itself... (I hope that makes sense). So I feel safe because he is there, even though he isn't actually there- just a version of him that I've made up from memory.
How interested are you in Celtic or Germanic/Scandinavian Mythology? You're in a good part of the world to get in touch with those pantheons in particular...
I'm not really interested anymore in Celtic Mythology - I studied it when I was in school and have heard countless stories. They're cool but I'm not a mad fan. Although
Read the children of Lir - It's one of th most beautiful books EVER. And guaranteed to bring a tar to a stone. For any blokes out there- if you buy you're gf/bf it - MAJOR points on the Sensitivity gauge - although - it will make you cry. Guaranteed. it's just one off those stories that's truely beautiful.
Oh and I may well be interchanging phases with out knowing precisely what I'm on about - but that's only because....
I don't really know what I'm on about...
And on that note folks,
Goodnight wherever you are
Theremb |