The second installment of The Ooze, This time Jason King, Venger Satanis, and Jason Sorrell join me to discuss Objective Reality. This series will unfortunately only be a few entries as apparently most of my files are now corrupt.
So I was going through files building and organizing a PDF library and I ran across a bunch of downloads of my favorite episodes of The Ooze. So I’ve decided to create a collection of them. This is the first one of that collection and it is fitting because it is the first episode that Mindfux of Nexion L316 appears on. I was joined by Jason King and Darkf00l as well. I thought I would share it here.
It is from this dark chamber that I call from within;
Reaching out to the void, let my workings begin;
With my ritual blade I carve a seal into the ground;
Carefully chosen elementals, incantations, and sigils are laid out;
Chalice in it’s proper place, charms and talismans in their proper state;
Deep and guttural tones as I invoke, she that is the Gate;
Striking flint above the tinder, I bring forth the first fire;
A reminder of our kinship is brought forth in my mind;
What was within is also now without, and so shall be my desire;
Each candle lit in perfect sequence, incense done in the same design;
Last syllables formed and a breath from the smoke held deep;
As I exhale, she has opened the Gate:
-T.C. Downey 2021
The Autumn chill sets in;
An eerie silence whispers on the wind;
It doesn’t muffle what’s stirring in my head.
All my thoughts seem grim;
This vast emptiness collapsing in;
A hallow chorus chanting “go into the light.”
The light it fades;
Soaked and stained;
Stained by my darkest days.
Darkness bleeds throughout;
Carried by the brush strokes of doubt;
Does nothing ever comfort the screaming?
Where does it start or end;
This madness, I’m slipping in;
Slightly touched by March’s wicked grin.
The laughter dissipates;
Cloaked and weeping;
Weeping for my darkest days.
The new day, asked me why;
Am I wasting his precious time;
Posing questions only answered in my mind.
Might be better if it fails;
Cause there’s no wind to drive the sails;
Thus I am so tired of waiting to exhale.
My time dissipates;
No one else will wait;
Wait out the dawn on my darkest day.
– T.C. Downey/Beast Xeno 2013
I haven’t much time to write lately. However that time is coming to an end soon. Once again, I will be moving minds with a dense net of words and images. Though I am not certain, I think I do well in being clear, concise, and direct in communication. Though there are always implied, and underhanded meanings throughout my writings; they are always discoverable. It is because of this, that my stay has attracted a cast of great minds. At one point, I took an organization (which was practically dead before me), and breathed life into it. Of course the intellectual contributions were not mine alone, but the ability to draw minds together, is solely mine.
I must remark; I thought I would have an opportunity to do such again, only on a greater scale than some ‘organization’. Unfortunately for whatever reasons it has not panned out thus far. Still there is an air about of unfinished business. The drive to forward shape the clay of experience. Not only my own, but offer others perspective; and in turn carve a piece right from the potter’s wheel, in front of them.
Perhaps it is the cryptic messages, and uncertainty of potential for loyalty; which offer disparity in reaching beyond a distant admiration of ideas. I’ve seen things, which make me believe (ie.. references to things of interest to me); my calling is still there , but there is no direct contact; that for me is a problem. Yet they whispers on the wind, like oak trees in the midnight hollow during autumn; to me. Singing silent songs, of an insidious, and sinister tradition married far in the future; they have been torn back, and haunt now their ancient roots.
So vividly, I can see the Darkhorses emerging; rising to work their alchemy of mindfucking. Conjuring with gesture, and prose so potent; they alone threaten to bend the space time continuum. Mages of madness piercing frontal lobes, in a frenzy of infectious ideas; scorning all that is common place. Unlocking the deep. Peeling layer for layer; the husk of complacency, and benign. Baleful, savage, and wanton; yet still crafty and calculated this is the insidious way. Slymen are not of rigid mind, observing and adapting to what works best; suffering the always changing, ever-volving strategy from the core outward.
I will continue doing, what I am doing; regardless of whom I am affiliated. However should some wish to sweeten the pot, by offering intellectual and paradigmatic interaction; the stars alone know its limits. Minds are meant to meld, in a sea of tantric interchange; giving rise to new visions of lucid vibrancy. Shall we dance?
Greetings! Throughout the maze of magic and mystical thought, avid readers of these schools often fantasize about possessing superhuman powers and the like, but the “work” of an Adept takes a much different course. Although a controversial grimoire, the Simon Necronomicon approaches this topic with a drop of wisdom. In its introductory pages we read:
“Man’s power to alter the nature of his environment must develop simultaneously with his ability to master his inner environment, his own mind his psyche, soul, spirit. “
The development of our inner nature is often referred to in so-called sacred books as a “resurrection” of sorts. However, this resurrection is symbolic of the solidification of the inner self, sometimes called the astral body. The exercises revealed in the work ensure that the candidate focuses on primarily having an “inner body experience” before focusing on the ability to transfer consciousness in other areas of space. We cannot function on any astral level until we become aware of the astral body working within the physical shell. This is awareness. In ancient times, the process of self-awareness and how the astral works in the physical body, is often described as a “resurrection.” Notice what is mentioned by H.P. Blavatsky in the Secret Doctrine:
“Elijah is also taken up into Heaven alive; and the astrologer, at the court of Isdubar, the Chaldean Hea-bani, is likewise raised to heaven by the god Hea, who was his patron, as Jehovah was of Elijah (whose name means in Hebrew “God-Jah,” Jehovah, ), and again of Elihu, which has the same meaning. This kind of easy death, or euthanasia, has an esoteric meaning. It symbolises the death of any adept who has reached the power and degree, as also the purification, which enable him to die only in the physical body and still live and lead a conscious life in his astral body.”
Gurdjieff’s basic teaching is that human life is lived in waking sleep; transcendence of the sleeping state requires a specific inner work, which is practiced in private quiet conditions, and in the midst of life with others. This leads to otherwise inaccessible levels of vitality and awareness. This is where we learn that the realm we exist in is the astral realm, but our awareness only allows us to perceive things according to the messages we gather from the five senses. If we confine reality to only those things perceptible to the five senses, then we must regard all our thoughts and feelings as unreal. Awakening requires being aware of our inner changes, or astral changes. Through continued effort, we can gradually bring to life what was once dead within us, but the first step in this process is to realize that we already exist in the astral world.
While the novice seeks to discover how to unlock some “miraculous” power, the Initiate upon the proper path understands that real miracles lay all around us, but we are unable to see these things if we are not aware of the changes that regularly and mechanically occur all around us.
The following is an excerpt from one of my favorite films entitled The Dutchman. This film was released in 1967. What usually stumps people when viewing this film is the language and the shadowy subject, but minus the “race card” overtones, it really is about how the Satanic Witch is able to manifest an experience. You will note that this “Ishtar” of a woman is able to control the experience without the “special effects” of the paranormal-things moving throughout the space. Life is just as miraculous when you are aware of the inner self. Enjoy!
Greetings! Over the past decade we have witnessed an upheaval in the economic global economy. It is during this time that we also find an increase in natural disasters, and while many readers are fortunately not part of the “end of the world” theology, perspectives about our survival are still challenged.
What is amazing about all of this is that the world has seen some beneficial things arise out of conditions previously described. One example of this is seen in the work of G. I. Gurdjieff. Although it is not discussed in some “occult” circles, but it is useful to observe that while the works of Blavatsky, Crowley, and Gurdjieff are highly revered today, it should also be kept in mind that the brunt of this work was laid down during two world wars.
Outstanding among these is the work of Gurdjieff and his system of inner development, which is widely known as the Fourth Way. The Work Life, written by Beryl Pogson, mentions the following on page 128:
“The Fourth Way is the way of sly man. And the sly man has this special technique so as to be able to walk safely through life without being touched by it.”
While the “New Age” magician finds his glory in a fantasy world, the true adepts sees all things, divine and worldly, in the same space called life. One of the way of mastering the ‘way of the sly may’ is through self-remembering. Pogson continues on page 129:
“This is one of the simplest forms of self-remembering-remembering your aim.”
The majority of people living in the world today are preoccupied with the “end of the world,” or the pursuit of being lazy while seeking to fulfill an urge. This is what keeps them enslaved to victim-hood. The simple act of remembering our aims from moment to moment helps us survive in adverse conditions, both economically and spiritually.
Many people have fell into the trap of building their lives around a set of reactions and no proactive philosophy. It is due to such, that these people are under the constant guise of “chance,” not knowing what will come next, while being grounded to the idea of luck. However, how much more can be accomplished while self-remembering our aims.
Noticing how suggestive commands influence people is a very good exercise. If you are on a bus, train, or even driving in traffic, just observe the messages being conveyed by billboard signs and other forms of advertisement. You will notice after a while that these tools “command” people. Exercises such as these, and others found on this site, are excellent tools in amplifying the part of ourselves that is known in some traditions as the “observer.”
The way my life is run, currently, will never be enough. I want out of this slave pen. I think my path is taking me there, but at the same time I can’t help wondering if I’m really just scuttling from one end of the cage to the other (the side with the better view). What will it take to truly be free? What qualifies as good enough?
Immediately I want to say that true freedom happens only when we can precede in any direction desired without obstruction. However problematic it seems for freedom to become a reality, I cannot with clear conscience ignore a reoccurring observation I have made. Every person I have ever asked this one simple question, has answered it the same. “Do you have a sense of purpose?”, in every instance the response has been to the affirmative.
From the Materialists who believe all things are deterministic, to the Creationists who claim divine Will, and every shade of thinking between each has the idea the we have a role. Rightly so, who can honestly deny that we impact the causal; with every breath we draw. From what I have also gathered, another commonality observed is our quest for this ‘calling‘.
Even more impressive is that this happens on many scales, with an almost eerie congruence; we see one behavior manifested on marginal levels of scaling. I remember being completely fascinated, when being informed that a piece of glass; was in fact not in a truly stationary state. Imagine, over just a few hundred years; what was once a completely level surfaced window, will be thicker toward the bottom and thinner at the top. I marvel even more at the molecule and the mechanical manifestation of material.
One morning swimming at a spring, I started thinking about the current I was walking against. My mind drifted to maps of ocean currents moving, I thought about how it resembled the moving air streams above, everything seeming in motion. It then occurred to me that we use this type of analysis in second nature. I realize none of these are new ideas, it builds a sufficient platform for what I propose might place this square in alignment.
I won’t suggest I have any undeniable truth or solution, but I have some hard-pressed questions to which could open the doors to real answers. If we feel hungry does our body not call to be nourished? If we need sleep do our heads not lean towards the pillow? Say we are addicted to a cigarette, do we not have driving cravings? What happens when your sex drive, cannot be satisfied; do you not boil with frustration? Is it not possible, a woman’s compulsion for chocolate; mirrors the flirtatiousness of Le Femme Fatale ( Our Lady Fate)?
Not to labor the our point of reference unnecessarily, I have but two questions more and my closing.
If we should have meaning (subjected to the filling of physical and psychological needs) , yet be able to to affect the casual to the point of holding responsibility; are we not then mandated by the health of our being to tap our potential? This of course demands an honest analysis of priorities, structure, philosophy, process, and ideals; none the less no man is just born, they’ve all grown. Growing is difficult on some levels, but all must do so together. What then can we say is our true obstructions, and how can they be removed?
Freedom is progression without out obstruction. Without Will or Calling we collapse into happenstance; no different than the currents of the ocean or winds of the air. Though we surely will never be free of Influence, we can choose which currents, on what level; to ride. Live deliberately.