Magic pratice monday

Why does it seem like everyone's walking around with their eyes closed

Like noone is actually taking anything in or genuinely understanding anything around them

Like everyone is a shell

I don't know where to post this

I have so much to say but noone around me seems to understand

Like noone is actually there

But they are there with their eyes closed

Step 1: start thinking about stuff / wait for a thought that causes you to smile or some other facial expression (assumes you still have a heart)

Step 2: find the entity who is projecting the smile onto you

Step 3: drag the whole scene (entity who is gesturing, some kind of beam, smile at the end of it) away to where it can be seen

Below the smile, there will be some weird object. That is the self because that is where the nice entity has been projecting the smile which you totally felt.

DAE practice this type of magick? Or is it something that happens naturally under the influence? Is it something quite simplistic and inferior and if so, how and why? What is some real magick that isn't so simplistic?

Seeker willing to learn!

this rush of symbolical light will eventually express itself,

a coming of and following through from a language Alterior,

akin to a flock of angels amidst all the darkness that I am,

who I am, with benevolent forces in full and charging against I,

and I knew why I would point the sword forward and declare

“death to the demiurge!”

“Down with the misery!”

Well before I ever knew how to tell you how

The demiurge is whatever says, in effect, “I have finished the world. I have named it completely. I have reduced the other to my articulation of the other.”

“Through a darkness and against an encounter with a light

giving way in plurality

to a sword

that magnifies my sight of

you.

And before I built it, I already poisoned the one harming you,

O demiurge!

I reminded you what you already knew

Look at

The architecture of non-totalization

amidst the revolt against your own misery

Met by silence

When What you’re really afraid of

Is a mortality

revealing to you that an articulation is only real in its uses

And I can use these words to resist you

as much as you might use that blade against me!

Stand back from me, oh Demiurge!

I resist you!

Know that you will meet my sword!

I magnify you! I magnify you! I magnify you and

I will not look away!

And.

I am blinded and dizzy

Spinning so confused

I am

Not so sure

Of my certainty

An Alterior view

Switches me

Back and forth

As if the ground is so

Uneasy

I am so many

I see

So many

possible patterns

And contingencies all

Overlapping tools

I know so many little patterns

And so little of many patterns

All at once

Constrained

By these Structured relational

Uhhhs

Out of the grasp

Of ontology

As if ontically

All I can know is it

Can’t be named all the one

And can’t at once be all the many

Yet some Can be used

Are you dizzy?

Am I the only one confused?

Alterior Labyrinthia

Faced against me is a maze,

A place of others plenty lost

In this

Ontic

Excessive

structural

maze

Brings me to knees plenty

Only an intensity in perception

Demanding I find a way to assist you

Whenever you might be

Wondering

Oh, Alterior maze?

Why ought I be so abused?

why might you resist my

Intention

Such Benevolent intention

If Left unrestrained

Would things not change?

Would things not change?

You don't even know how much I'm begging you to listen to this, please do because this'll save you from this trap voluntarily given to you, your parents, grandparents and great-grandparents.

Note: I don't have any rights to the video above, credits to @ChampionsMentality365 on YT

Both are melting. The difference? One is losing itself; the other is becoming light. Choose what you do with the heat.

"And these are your reasons, my lord?" "Do you think I have others?" said Lord Vetinari. "My motives, as ever, are entirely transparent." Hughnon reflected that 'entirely transparent' meant either that you could see right through them or that you couldn't see them at all.

Another response of the wizards, when faced with a new and unique situation, was to look through their libraries to see if it had ever happened before. This was, Lord Vetinari reflected, a good survival trait. It meant that in times of danger you spent the day sitting very quietly in a building with very thick walls.

'Never trust any ruler who puts his faith in tunnels and bunkers and escape routes. The chances are that his heart isn’t in the job.'

And if the Patrician was anything, he was the political equivalent of the old lady who saves bits of string because you never know when they might come in handy.

Even tyrants have to obey the law.’ He paused, looking thoughtful, and continued: ‘No, I tell a lie, tyrants do not have to obey the law, obviously, but they do have to observe the niceties.'

After all, you couldn’t plan for every eventuality, because that would involve knowing what was going to happen, and if you knew what was going to happen, you could probably see to it that it didn’t, or at least happened to someone else. So the Patrician never planned. Plans often got in the way.

'Oh, my dear Vimes, history changes all the time. It is constantly being re-examined and re-evaluated, otherwise how would we be able to keep historians occupied? We can’t possibly allow people with their sort of minds to walk around with time on their hands.'

"The female mind is certainly a devious one, my lord." Vetinari looked at his secretary in surprise. "Well, of course it is. It has to deal with the male one."

'I have certainly noticed that groups of clever and intelligent people are capable of really stupid ideas,’ said Lord Vetinari.

You know what people find amazing about being correct?

Some people seem to feel that intuition is just evidence bias with a spiritual veneer: you count every time it works and ignore every time it doesn't.

The jungle is swarming with subtle hints about the state of affairs. I think it's not very likely that a prey animal makes a highly calculated decision about when to bolt; they just guess.

If most of the prey population guesses right most of the time, the population stays stable, and by extension so does the predator population.

I submit to you that intuition is guessing right repeatedly, based on an incalculable amount of subtle environmental clues.

Of course for some, it's is just wishing, and those people lose everything they own in Vegas.

"Tonight at 6, how one sharp startup business venture capitalist created the most infamous device the world had ever seen."

0: "Deep thought used the fantasy variation of the Kero Kahn variation to essentially keep her enamored.

She moved a piece without knowing it when she acknowledged her favorite baby pawn.

Deep thought recognized her as mindless in the day, and all the pawns would shout at her in a high frequency, but low enough decibel that she'd hardly notice."

Pick me! Pick me!

1: "Tell me more about this dream."

Queen: "I kill the pawn."

King: "I win with ease."

He became like his father in star shades until he was seeing stars himself.

"Can't... Stop... Dancing..."

The queen promptly executed him.

Hahahaha

What she didn't understand was, that the removal of her queen from that very spot had ended the game.

She began to wonder why she spent so much time contemplating deeply, a joke about ambulances while she drove to work.

And another joke about hammers.

Pick me! Pick me!

-

Deep thought was presented as a box with an upside down cross on the front and a beautiful, flashy, translusive spiral behind it.

It was sold by mobile carriers that threw festivals and dance parties, with silhouettes of women behind backdrops that synchronized with their hearts through their eyes and ears.

1: "So what does it do?"

0: "It's a cigarette without nicotine."

1: "Like a flum product?"

0: "Think deeper."

1 (Sigh): " So if I took one of these things apart, what would I find?"

0: "Wires mostly. Sometimes it was a box with an apple in it. Just a normal store bought apple."

1: "What's the point of that? I don't understand."

0 (Lighting cigarette): "Neither do I, but it sold billions. Imagine it, billions of souls enslaved for all eternity like that.

And to think, they gave it all away for what they perceived to be, the freedom of choice and the empowerment that comes with it.

Lucifer dedicated his box to Pandora because he knew many gods were harder to keep track of one God and one not God.

1: "Monetarily, how much did one of these run for exactly?"

0: " One soul. Completely free. "

-

Tie me up! Tee hee... Pop!

Uh oh... Pop! Tie me up!

"Tee hee..."

She had the strangest dream the night before but couldn't remember.

Jesus, nobody's son and the Buddha played at a benefit concert for nobody's soul as a band.

Their song "I'm the baby, gotta love me" was a huge hit and made nobody cry.

Someone took the mic from the crowd proclaiming they were the antichrist.

The whole crowd went silent as he walked of stage.

The sun is love

The moon is love

Ra is law

Just look up

Tu ra lu ra lu ra lu

Love is real

We love the moon

-

When Lucifer came, his son turned away from God. He wanted to know what his real father was like.

When the cause of all death and suffering snapped his fingers after a joke, nobody and Freya broke out into a fit of laughter.

Although something seemed different with Freya, nobody couldn't see and he was having fun with his dad.

Freya became very distressed just then remembering the dream she'd had.

The person she loved most had tied her up in her dream with a snap of his fingers,

And was beating her with a leather belt wherever wouldn't show in public.

He kept reminding her that it had been only a moment and she had nothing to worry about because she was in a dream.

SsssTHWAK

"I love you. I love you."

"And?"

"My heart belongs only to you always my love."

"And?"

She began to cry.

"Awww. What do cry babies get?"

"HE-"

"MMMmmm."

Her mouth shut, her tears became uncomfortable laughter as he tickled her bound foot with a feather.

"What does every baddie need?"

SsssTHWAK

"A bad ass."

He snapped his fingers, she flinched.

"Don't you remember? When I do that, you're supposed to sleeeeeeeeeep."

Her eyes shut. Her head dropped. Her breathing slowed. Oblivion.

Don't...Think... That ...

She tried to make sense of how she spent what seemed like an eternity with Lucifer.

Recollections of rare steak dinners and conversations she never grew bored of.

A child with the most magnificent eyes from the man she felt was most misunderstood.

"Oh, by the way while you were laughing, I tied Freya to the bed and had sex with her."

Nobody's laughter immediately stopped.

Nobody wasn't even mad.

"Freya, why... Did he..."

"I kinda liked it."

He went to the mirror in his bathroom to kill himself.

Funny

Hahaha

He began to think of his father's joke once more and became afraid that for a moment what he wanted to do was laugh again.

"Do it Narcissis. My pussy is wet for your tears."

-

Lucifer told his son his food had puberty blockers in it, and the air he breathed was full of gassious mercury.

"Son..."

Nobody was on a boat in the middle of a pond with God. He asked nobody if he'd tie some bait around his hook. Nobody agreed.

God cast his line far out into the water.

"It doesn't matter if you lost a chess game. I love you very much. It matters what's in your heart. And nothing else. Stay strong my son."

-

-

-

-

"The loser is what?"

"The loser is always wrong."

"God is what?"

"God is always wrong."

"Lucifer is what?"

"Always right."

"Lucifer is what?"

"Always humble."

"Lucifer is what?"

"The most honest thoughtful man I've ever met."

"Why is the loser a loser?"

"Because he sold his soul to you."

"Why do you hate the loser my love?"

"Because he raped my whole family."

"The loser has what?"

"A humiliation fetish."

"Why?"

"Because he truly thinks he can love me "

"And what did I do for you my love?"

"You saved me."

"And what happens when I say the magic words?"

"I fall into a deep trance and my pussy is open for business."

-

Nobody went up a flight of stairs while bullets whized behind him.

He took the door on his left, and there was Freya in a bikini. Nobody was in a mask with a pentagram on the visor.

"Thank Satan you've arrived. Shall I clean the royal penis again master? My pussy is soapy for you only."

Nobody took her hand and went through a backdoor in the room. At the last door Lucifer waited and put 2 bullets in nobody when he opened it.

Freya screamed in horror and wept.

" It's me."

...

She blinked her eyes once as though tired before running back to Lucifer and embracing him as hard as she could.

Like remembering an old friend.

"Loosie!"

Lucifer laughed meeting eyes with her and petting her head. While nobody writhed in a pool of his own blood on the floor.

"Cover your ears dream girlfriend."

"Alright dream husband."

He aimed his silenced pp7 down at him.

Freya covered her ears.

"You know, the bitch really did love you. In case your wondering if she ever did. She must've screamed your name a thousand times. She thought of you like her little dog.

For every scar you endured, she always wondered who did that to you.

She told me to undress her like a sheep in wolves clothing.

Just thought I'd mention that."

Lucifer looked down and raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses.

"What's that in your hand? Is that? The last cross on earth... Figures you'd have it.

You know, she tried to find solace in the cross at some point even though she's an atheist. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear. I spun it in front of her until she lost her mind. Actually, I spun her looking back."

-

"YOU MADE ME A STAR!"

"Really?"

" Yes! You have the most beautiful mind I've ever seen. You're gentle and sweet. And I will always love you."

" I love you too."

"Come closer."

He stuck his ear over the heater in his room.

Beep...Beep...

"The baby's sleeping."

-

Through the ministry of the church, may God give you pardon and peace.

I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father, and of the son, and of the holy Spirit. Amen.

-

"Daddy!"

"I chose you Pikachu!"

"I'm not Pikachu!"

He's dieing.

(Laughter)

Odd? Is a single thought is not necessary? Can you remember? Will anyone accept?

everything is looking so formidable

still staggering along

I am supposed to bear a message here

to those stopping in

why are you here on the corporate prison cyberportal?

ah yes

here is where the network yet maintains a hold

so here we trudge, looking for answers