Breakup curse

In a somewhat recent article I addressed reasons curses fail. Here's an example of a successful curse that worked as intended, being part of a large scale magical endeavor.

Some years back I embarked on a magical crusade with Mr. Farrell. The campaign started off with a bang, only to peter out because someone later forgot to play Christopher Columbus thus not leaving room for someone else to play Caesar. But at least the first stage was glorious. Its strategic aim was to permanently separate a couple.

Yours truly fulfilled the task with flying colors, but received no medal or promotion afterwards. At any rate, a powerful descending Saturn in domicile and triplicity did the job in no time. Iartă-mă, Dovlecel, but I was ever only thinking of your long-term well-being!

Asking for it

Some inbred with blonde pubes glued to his upper lip and marker drawings on his chin threatened una ragazza molto speciale for having written this article. I guess he felt he was being called out despite the fact the article mentions no names. 

Irrespective of his feelings, I want to remind him of what my forefather did to his forefathers. While it would be a bit impractical for me to go about hunting people with a sharp wooden pole, I'm quite able to impale people from afar in another fashion.

Uyarıldınız.

Geomantic figures colors

The following details come from John Heydon's Theomagica: A Temple of Wisdom, Mr Farrell recently edited and published. I find them interesting to experiment with in magical workings involving geomantic figures, especially talismans, as well as in mystical ones, i.e. pathworking into their realm.

Puer: white mixed with red; Amissio and Caput Draconis: white mixed with citrine; Albus: lovely white mixed with red; Populus and Via: green, or russet black; Fortuna Major: green, yellow or gold; Conjunctio: purple or grayish white, sometimes black speckled with blue, green, white, or a dark crimson or whitish tawny; Rubeus: red mixed with brown; Aquisitio: red, yellow, or green and sanguine; Carcer: white, russet, or dun color; Tristitia: tawny, sky-colored with blue; Laetitia: a green, whitish, glistening color.

Puella, Fortuna Minor and Cauda Draconis remain unaddressed by the original author for some reaon. Even so, many of the color correspondences seem completely odd, such as in the case of Carcer or Tristitia, given their nature and planetary attribution. I have no idea where Heydon got them or even if he paid any attention to them. Mr Nixter adds his own remarks to this:

Off the dome

A few years back some dork and his now ex bff have been spamming social media with their "rap battles" to draw attention. They later ended up dissin each other for real, but that's not why I'm writing this article. Besides both of them using lame rhymes, the dork in question started bragging he's R.R. et A.C., aka the Inner Order of the Golden Dawn.

Now, I've been told by people in the know and who have followed the original Golden Dawn tradition for a considerable time, you never ever speak publically about these things!  Otherwise you're no better than some Impotentor AO who does onlyfans imitations with his mummified wife on their site, not to mention his pathetic flock of griffinoids. 

Mr Farrell has addressed this in his latest interview.

Speaking of the now venerable gentleman who's recently reached the wise age of infinity, I told him I bet he could easily pull some spectacular meaningful rhymes if he wanted to. And whaddya know, he has!

Romanian charm for snake bite

I already talked about hags who used to be called on in various cases to provide paranormal aid. The following article by At. M. Marienescu is from an old Romanian newspaper, Family, dated 1870. 

"The hag lights frankincense and fumigates the wound. Then, holding a brass knife backwards in her right hand, she mimics stabbing something behind her while speaking the charm.

Many charms are used in conjunction with various 'medicines,' that are hardly shared with others, otherwise the hag risks losing her profession, thus her income. Elena Andreiu from Roman Oravița, who dictated the following to me, cures in this manner:

Enough!

Copy and paste cults strike again. For some years it's become a trend in the occult community to publish the same thing as others before, with added embelishments to give it a personal touch to make it stand apart from the same thing that's been published before. Occult hipsters scribble over the classics and call it revelation. Not only that, but they also have the nerve to chop material from the original sourse.

There’s a long-running con in the occult scene and it goes something like this: dig up an old text everyone already knows, scribble in a few extra adjectives, change some sentence order, and slap your name on the front as if you just descended Mount Sinai with divine wisdom. It’s not just lazy, it’s almost an art form. You’ve got your rehashed Orphic Hymns, dolled up with enough theatrical flair to make a goth kid blush, and your Picatrix knock-offs, where people have the gall to butcher the original material like it’s a Wikipedia article with no moderators.

1 follower!

I just noticed this blog has 1 follower! It must've happened very recently too! You may be wondering why I'm making such a big deal out of it, but for me it really is a big deal. It means I must be doing something right in order for someone to decide to actually follow my articles instead of simply popping in every now and then.

Thank you! Hopefully you've found at least something of use here and reading my stuff is not a complete waste of your time.