1/23

It's been a weird weekend

I made a working copy of a sigil from my master copy of 23 sigils.
I decied to do a blood ritual as id never done one before.
I sat naked in a circle of salt.
Everything took on dream logic.
My arm and razor were washed in old englsih wine.
I made a cut across an old work scar.
This scar represents authority and power, and needed to be broken.
I stared at the piece of paper with the sigil on as i cut into my arm.
I let the blood drip off my arm onto the sigil and watched as the graphite and blood mix.

...and that was it! Afterwards to ground myself i just put my clothes on and swept up the salt, i put a pirate plaster on my arm which my girlfriend had bought me and just laughed at how ridiculus this all is. I ripped up the sigil and threw it away along with the razor and salt.

As far as personal liberation goes, i threw away my favorite pair of pants. Why? because they're old and crap and ive had them since i was 14. They're deep in routine and they need to go, i wear them every night, and i think i need to be able to live without old pants, anyway ....were im going we don't need pants.

Now pay attention, here's the imporant part:

I woke up early staurday to do some univercity work.
I took a break and went on a magical drift around my area while it was still early and everyone was sleeping, i took a little LSA and coffee to greasse the mind and said a prayer to the snake of wisdom. I walked around my area reading the sky and watching the graffitti, untill i came to a spot on the canal. Everything felt weird and dream like, and wWhat happened felt like the most real and significant moment of my life.

Here's what i wrote in my journal straight afterwards.

25/03/06
No lies, just love.
I think ive just had the most significant experience of my life.
I ingested from the tree of life and prayed to the serpent in the sky.
No lies, just love.
I was just sitting by the canal and i transcribed this sigil on pure instinct.
There was a gate, and i knew if i went through id be safe. Id be safe untill i had finished. No more no less. It was the ducks. I know the name of the duck God of the canal and his name is Ekk. They kept me safe while i did this.

I went through the gate and i sat by the canal.
I drew my sigil on a scrap of notepaper. It so beautiful. It's [my girlfriend]. It's the rose. Do you see? It's all the same, it's all human experience. It's all the same. It's the most important thing in the world, to me and everybody. It's trump 23. It's the key.
//plese forgive me//
the next time you see my eyes, there will be no lies, just love.
i will be pure like snow.

I looked up when i'd finished drawing the sigil and i was surrounded by cats. There had to be at least fifteen, maybe more. Infront of me in the canal it was full of ducks. I look at the cats and i think of my grandads cat, who i loved, and who LOVED me. I think of the egyptian cat godess.
I think they're all here to see the sigil, because it's the most important thing in the universe, it's no lies, just love.
I think im me now, not this postmodern wreck who's been walking around in my shoes.

After this experience i went into town (Liverpool) and threw up. The tobbaco and junk food smells all around me where too much. It was al just too much wrongness. It felt like it was in my lungs and in me. I could see the shit on the egyptian symbols on the wall and it made me very nauseas.
Which was what made me realise is that earlier, id been cleansed. My mind feels reorganized. I think i used to have a problem with lying to myself and maybe other. Not now. No lies, just love.
I came home and just sat there with my copy of the sigil, trying to understand what all that stuff i experienced meant.
What i do know: This sigil is important.

Today (Sunday) has just been a huge grounding ritual, ive done my homework played pacman and layed off the junk food.

"A house full of condements
and no food... how embaressng"

Required listening for this blog: Bright eyes- No lies, just love.

In summary:
23 sigils
23 charging rituals
23 acts of liberation
Change my life before I'm 20.

You know how it is; you're nearly twenty.
you've just done 14 hours at McDoanlds
you're off to university to study the Biomolecularnanodfsdofnsd of whatever.
and you suddenly realize that life is going to be like this forever.
No real change, different setting and more expensive clothes
but basically just the same stupid things over and over, never really accomplishing anything over and over and over....Untill I die.

Which is a pretty scary thing torealizee when you're still technically a teenager.

So as a last act of teen spirit, I give this manifesto.
A public statement of my intentions to redefine my experience. To apply sufficient will and imagination to cause change in my life. To evolve from all my self loathing, fear and laziness. To become something beyond my current self.

To do this I decided on 23 aspects of my life which I would like to change, and then created 23 sigils to achieve these goals. To fuel these goals there is going to be 23 accompanying acts of personal liberation.

The idea is that each sigil will move my life in more positive direction, while the acts of liberation give me the possibility of change and the chance of evolution. Each sigil is going to be charged differently, so in the coming months as I post my weird experiences this blog should become an anthology of sigil magic and hopefully spark some ideas with people.

This blog in itself is a hypersigil of change, of pure evoloutionary punk rock force.

So in summary:
23 sigils
23 charging rituals
23 acts of liberation
Change my life before I'm 20. (7/11/06)

This blog was inspired by: Fight Club, 28 days later, Donnie Darko and Grant Morrison.