2012

Classroom Musings

Where did we go wrong? What really threw us out from the Eden we once inhabited? I look all around me in shame to see my species so confused and distraught, Few among them are truly happy with their lives, and fewer still choose to change them if they aren't happy. We used to enjoy festivals and free time, now we are forbidden to talk in school, as the concept of a "nine-to-five" job is drilled into our heads as the true definition of a man's worth. Are we really only dollar signs, worth nothing more then the symbols we draw on green paper tokens?

Oh sure, shoot for college they say. What then? Get a career that I don't enjoy as I struggle to clear the debt from my name? AWAKEN! There is so much more out there then money or the town you live in! This is a WORLD, not just a place! Enjoy the fruits from Mother Earth's womb, for when Father Void embraces you, you shall never return.

Peering Into Time

What would our ancestors think of us today?

The would be disappointed and even perhaps insulted because of the lack of respect we show for this world's inhabitants and the many others after it. What would he think of men in blue taking away his spear? The government chasing him out for living outside?

But what would he make of our accomplishments? We can cross the seas and fly in the sky above. We have left this planet and even walked on the moon. We know the exact dimensions of our own planet and our knowledge of the stars is only rivaled by the Mayans.

Would not our technology seem like awe inspiring sorcery? Would we all not be witch kings? He would bow before our weapons, and our sheer ability to kill millions of opposing tribe members. But what of us? To him we would seem weak and bound for death in the wild. Hear we scream about power outages when this darkness is all he has known of night.

So he might view us as demons, heroes, gods, or fools.

Can the same be said of us?

Drawing in and Drawing Down

I grow restless for my journey. Everyday my mind can only dwell on the wondrous time ahead, and the desire to simply leave grows stronger and stronger. I find myself almost wishing for a good reason, a good excuse to simply rejoin my tribe, and provide them with my Medicine Mojo.

On Monday I had a chance to at least put my beliefs into practice. I sent two of my friends on a guided spiritual journey, and I showed them their respective Totems. They were amazed, and begged me all night after words to do it again. Something deep inside me was happy, happy I could finally fulfill my destiny in at least some small part.

2012 draws nearer each day fellow seekers, can you see the clues?
Watch for the children marked with indigo, for as their numbers rise, Quetzalcoatl draws ever nearer to our world.

Prayer to the Directions

I pray to the six directions.....hear me.

I pray to the West which gives us rest and reflection.

I thank you for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the North which gives us patience and purity.

I thank you for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the East which gives us energy and knowledge.

I thank you for these gifts for without them we could not live.

I pray to the South which gives us discipline and direction.

I thank you for these gifts for without them we could not live.

Father Void above, share with me your wisdom, and I thank you for this gift.

Mother Earth below, share with me your strength, and I thank you for this gift.

Power Animals Explained: Part 3

LESSON 3 - Meditating with your Power Animal

Shaman are spiritual beings with the ability to heal, work with Earth, animal, plant, mineral, and elemental energies and even 'see' visions.

The ability to consciously move beyond the physical body is the particular specialty of the traditional shaman. These journeys of Soul may take the shaman into the nether realms, higher levels of existence or to parallel physical worlds or other regions of this world. Shamanic Flight, is in most instances, an experience not of an inner imaginary landscape, but is reported to be the shamans flight beyond the limitations of the physical body.

Today you are going to become a Shaman - in the sense that you will connect with your power animal to heal and bring light to the planet.

Please take your time . . .

As you are now seated at a computer - begin by returning to your cave, using all your senses to make it appear real.

Call your power animal to you and establish a connection.

'Tell' the animal you wish it to remain with you today so that you can connect at various times to experience.

If you can physically go into nature - or even make contact with a piece of nature such as a rock, tree, creek, etc (indoors or outdoors) - this would enhance your experience.

You may use music to enhance your experience.

The use of any kind of mind altering drugs is your option.

Once you are ready - close your eyes.

Take two long, slow breaths (inhaling through the nose and - exhaling slowly through the mouth).

Feel totally relaxed.

Disconnected from your physical environment.

See yourself slowly shape-shifting from your physical form - to that of a Shaman Healer.

(Shamans have the ability to shape shift).

Experience your physical body - its age, skin color, 'make-up' you may have applied, your geographic location, your confidence to heal, your personal power returned, the secrets you possess from the ages

Become one with that person - and experience.

Slowly shape shift again - this time into your power animal. . .

Feel each cell in your body changing . . .

Go into nature - physically or telepathically!

Move through nature as your power animal would.

Listen to the sounds. Experience all of the sensations of nature - on a higher level.

Listen to the animals communicating with each other.

Sense the Oneness of all things.

Sense portals that open to other realms.

Observe how they open and close.

You stop near a piece of nature, perhaps a stone, or tree, or even another power animal. Make a connection - physical or telepathic.

Determine how it can help you.

Ask to use it's energy or ask for it's help on your behalf.

If you asked for energy and they agreed, feel their energy surging through all that you are - the power animal, the shaman, your physical expression. If you asked for their help and they agreed see them doing as you asked.

Connect with the healing of the shaman energies of the indigenous people around the world, and the spirits that surround us.

Ask other Shaman to teach you new techniques or things they have learned if you wish.

Bask in the inter dimensional web-of consciousness, as you are connected to all things in this world and the many after.

Contemplate higher thoughts.

Ask the spirits what you might do to help the Mother Earth, Father Void, the Spirits, the Dead, or your fellow man.

Go on a Shamanic Journey to accomplish the goal shown.

This may result in your initiation into higher realms of spirit and healing.

Power Animals Explained: Part 2

LESSON 2 - Working with your Power Animal

Prepare to meet your power animal - as you did in the first lesson.

You can try this while at your computer - or in a place you meditate.

Out in nature usually gives the best results!

Relax your mind and body.

Now close you eyes and take two long deep breaths - breathing slowly in through your nose - holding the breath as is comfortable for you - and breathing out slowly through your mouth!

Return to your cave, making it as real as possible, as your third eye begins to open and shows you images . . .

Connect with your power animal .

If you can see the animal in movement - follow the animal to see where it takes you and what messages it wishes you to learn.

If you are having trouble following the animal - first visualize the animal - then see it moving away - perhaps through the tunnels within the Cave - perhaps on the Earth plane- . . .

Once you have connected with the animal - mentally tell the animal that you wish it to take you on a spirit journey so you can learn more about whatever you wish at this time.

It will take you on a journey . . .

As you leave, thank your Power Animal.

Make notes about your journey when you return.

Power Animals Explained: Part 1

Power animals most often come to us in dreams, meditations, initiations, and visions. You can have more than one power animal. Your power animal at a given time can change depending on your life at that time. Power animals are often attracted by one's emotional needs of the person - viewed as protectors who help overcome fears and empower us.

The concept of a Power Animal is universal to all cultures. Tribal cultures will recognize a Totem for the tribe, one for the clan one belongs to, and one for the family that one is born into. In the United States, and in other countries, the Tribal and Clan Totem still exists, although it is thought of in a slightly different manner.

There are also totems for our adopted cultures, such as clubs or societies which we may belong to, such as the Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks, the Loyal Order of Moose, and the Lions Club.

Even Christianity, the prevalent religion of this country, has maintained two Totem animals, these being the Fish and the Lamb. Specialized Totems are also seen in organized sports, their names being reflected in the team names. Example: Chicago Bulls, Atlanta Falcons

The next type of Power Animal or Totem is that which is personal for the individual. These Totems are protective spirits which help us in our everyday life. Everyone has such a Totem. Even today most parents give a special protective Power Animal to their children and tell the child that it will be protected over night by that Power Animal. They don't realize that is what they are doing when they give a teddy bear to their little one.

We often unconsciously recognize the Power Animal affecting someone, and use terms which give away our unconscious recognition.

Our heavens/zodiac include animal references Leo, Scorpio, Taurus, etc.

Shamanism

The first item of business for a potential Shaman is to learn to travel through "spirit journeys" in the other worlds, then to discover his Totem or Power Animal. That knowledge is necessary in order to start the long process of learning.

Power Animals are usually a reflection of your deepest self and also represent qualities which you need in this world, but which are often hidden or obscured. A mistake that people often make is to be dissatisfied when they find that their Power Animal is some non-ferocious animal like a mouse. We tend to think that a mouse is not very powerful - that it is meek and afraid. What they forget is that spirits are not limited to physical reality and that size is irrelevant. Your Power Animal may be a tiny mouse, but in times of need this mouse can and will change its size and deportment to that which is appropriate to the occasion.

There is nothing weak of meek about a 500-foot tall mouse! Your personal Power Animal (as opposed to your family, clan, or tribal spirit) may change several times in your lifetime, depending upon your specific needs. If you are dispirited, your animal is far away from you and needs to be brought back, or a replacement found.

When you make your first exploratory journey you are likely to encounter spirits which may represent themselves as being your Totem or Power Animal. If you are already aware of your spirit that spirit may greet you and give you additional power.

All animals and insects are positive spirits. Any positive spirit may be your Power Animal. Your Power Animal may also be a mythical animal, such as a unicorn or Pegasus, or even one which does not exist in myth or legend.

LESSON 1 - Meeting Your Power Animal

We all have power animals - spirit animals - that are connected to us as protectors.

Many power animals are our spirit guardians that exist in other realms.

Some animals were with us from past lives but may have been another physical form. Example: We might have had a wolf or other wild animal as a friend or protector. In this timeline the animal incarnates as a dog.

Time to find your power animal.

Find or quiet place or just relax at your computer. . .

Relax your mind . . .

Feel the muscles in your body relaxing . . . your head . . . your shoulders . . . your neck . . . your jaw . . . the torso of your body . . . your arms . . .

Close your eyes . . .

Take 2 long slow deep breaths . . . breathing in through your nose . . . holding the breath as is comfortable for you . . . exhaling slowly through your mouth . .

Still your thoughts.

You are going to watch the screen just behind your eyes . . .

Imagine yourself before a cave, the traditional shamanic entrance to the spirit world. Make it as real as possible, using all of your senses . . .

Telepathically ask your power animal to show itself to you .

Be patient! Your third eye (pineal gland) must open before you can see images.

Soon the image of an animal will appear.

It may - or may not - be the animal you are expecting - so have no expectations.

The image may come all at once or appear to move towards you.

You may see the front view of the animal or see it at another angle.

The animal may not be your favorite animal!

Just allow the image to manifest before you!

Once you see the animal - watch it carefully to see what it does.

Listen with your thoughts to get a telepathic message from the animal.

It may seem funny to get a message in a human language - from an animal - but it can happen.

Your animal may appear in a scene that is significant for you.

Focus as best you can . . .

Note the colors around the animal - colors have significance.

Feel free to ask the animal is properties or abilities, or any questions you might have.

Before you leave thank your Power Animal . . . slowly open your eyes and write - or draw what you have seen.

You may see more than one animal.

You may see an animal that seems mythological vs. animals in our reality.

You may find that another day brings a different animal with a different message.

Things to consider:

Have you ever dreamed about this type of animal? What happened in the dream? Ask the animal to come to you in tonight's dream time and interact with you.

Why would such an animal appear to you?

Perhaps you must seek the meaning of this animal.

Power of Words

"Unknowable"
What lies beyond my sight, Beyond the world cast by light?
There the Ether has it's tides,
And on it's waves, we do ride
Adrift like rafts upon the sea
Whats the difference: you or me?
Its all the same
Ignore the name
Better never to be tamed
Words and symbols used as chains.

The Nature of This World

I look at the reality around us, and I know it has meaning, for we create this meaning. my question is simply "why?" Why this world, why work this way? Surely there were other options available, but for some reason this "reality" was chosen all other possibilities.

I'm not saying the material realm is a bad place, I'm just trying to pin down WHAT it is. Perhaps the world we know is a hallucination, a dream we have all chose to live for some unknown reason. Why here? Why now? Did I chose my destination, was I thrown into it, was I created within it?

And those before me, why did they live in the times they did? Perhaps I chose to be near 2012, to be 22 when it finally rolled around, powered by youth and full of life. Or maybe I was put near 2012 for a specific reason. I'm an 11, a master vibration of the spiritual realm. Perhaps in some way I and my ilk are needed at this time, to guide the others to a new plane of reality that we ourself can craft.

Who knows. I have learned much, but I shall never have all the answers, perhaps even all the questions. This one in particular portrays itself as a cloud of smoke within my mind, and I find myself unable to look inside the smokescreen.

This is my time, but what is my reason? Why do I go through the trails and tribulations here. Have we decided to create a world of suffering, and if so, why? What is so crucial that it must permeate every facet of our existence? The Discordians asked a similar question, and thier answer was quite profound.


A SERMON ON ETHICS AND LOVE

One day Mal-2 asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an ethereal female Voice said YES?

"O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!"

WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON'T SOUND WELL.

"I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe."

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?

"But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it."

OH. WELL, THEN STOP.

At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species.

Why do this to ourselves? Or perhaps have we been guided down the path of violence and hatred, of ignorance and fear. Did we commit some sin long ago that all Creation frowned upon? If so, what?

What indeed, what indeed.

Vivek: Street Philosopher, Visionary, Prophet, Martyr

On December 03, 2006, a video of two fools of the modern age happening upon a Wise Man was uploaded to Youtube. His name was Vivek. Though chided and made of, he tried to spread the Ways to the uninitiated, though it fell upon deaf ears. Though he knew he would make no progress, he continued valiantly, for the sake of the fools.

"A real smart part of me didn't want to do this with you...In general I don't want to do this. The world isn't ready for this. People don't want the truth.."

He does not give up, and finally at the end he is able to Illuminate the fools, who promise to put what was once going to be a comedy video, online so that all might see it and learn.

His Ways and mine are similar, and differ only in minute details of the source of the Ways and how others should access the Ways. Still, a modern day wise man who must not be forgotten. Through him we learn that, though the "citizens" may never understand the truth, we must always be willing to offer it to them.

Ramble onward, and seek Illumination in the words of Vivek.

Or watch them here:



"Theres no limit in reality, we have no beginning and no end."

"In reality your as priceless as the god of Infinity."

"What I tell you is nothing compared to the Truth."

"You don't know when your hypnotized, so you don't know when your waking up. It takes power, man."

"This is a literal dream right here. What we're going through here is just as much a dream as what you dream when you go to sleep at night."

"The only way to take this seriously is if your the humblest person who ever lived. I told you what the Great Masters are like: they do everything for everybody else."

"The thing we're talking about is supposed to get us to turn our minds away from this dimension."

"The spiritual path is beyond words."

"The credit goes to our highest nature."

The Eternal Inter-Dimensional Web of Consciousness and You

Have you experienced spiritual rapture? Have you ever felt your soul literally bursting with joy that you are simply alive? Have you ever been awestruck by the idea that tomorrow is a whole 'nother chance to live life to the fullest?

I have.

Sit back and ask yourself, what is the state of your spiritual life? Are you happy? Are your beliefs proving and re-proving themselves everyday? When was the last time you experienced a miracle? You know the possibility, the sheer potential is all out there, waiting for you. For totems may speak to you and try to get your attention, but if you are resolute in ignoring them, you shall never know.

To miss the joys of nature, the mastery of reality, the closeness of other worlds: THAT is hell!

Never forget that the Ways are always accessible to all, you need but outstretch your hand and touch them. You must let go of your want to dominate the universe, to be it's center or ruler. How can you rule over that which IS you? You are the breeze against the hurricane, a cell rebelling against the body.

Know that this body shall always heal, and that no tumor lives for long. But it is not that this world and the many after it seek harm upon you, ay, they wish you only the best! It is YOU who decided to throw yourself in danger, wnadering the dark streets alone. Some, some can walk these streets alone....but we all benefit by having a few tricks up our sleeves and friends at our sides. The Ways do not hide themselves, they are present in all things. To know them is to know Creation, but one must seek them out. We can never indoctriante, to do so is to destroy his soul. We are guides and teachers, helping all and teaching those who seek. Ye must seek out the Ways and ramble if you are to truly become One, verily I say unto you.

Is Change Near?

I won't go into details, but it appears as if I might begin my journey far earlier then I wanted, due to certain circumstances. I have no supplies as I did in the old days, and will begin assembling a new hobo bag at once.

It seems the strands of fate are twisting in the shadows, and my eyes cannot pierce their veil quite yet. I shall spirit journey and consult my Totem Animals, and perhaps I shall have a "view from above" on the whole situation.

Time of Medicine and Mojo Draws Near

I have begun to figure out exactly what will go into my Mojo Medicine Bag, and I must say, as I read each ingredient I almost feel the power of the items coursing through my body. Soon my powers will increase even further, and I will be able to help more people then ever before. I have asked the spirits, and they applaud me for my use of Hoodoo. It gives me great comfort and joy to know this.

I have begun debating what to do next after my Mojo Medicine Bag. Some friends would like me to craft similar items for them, and of course I cannot turn them down. But what will my first act of Hoodoo "rootwork" be. I have toyed with the idea of putting a jinx on the local police, and Hoodoo is quite capable when it comes to dispelling the law. Look no further then Lucky Mojo to provide the evidence:

A highly unusual, but obviously authentic spell using Goofer Dust was brought to my attention in April 1998 by Carol Barber, who wrote about what seems to be a very old recipe for a mojo hand:

"[Here's] something I've been trying to figure out [...] Someone was looking for a spell to help a friend get out of jail. This person received a spell that I'm not quite sure what to make of [...] It called for a "guffa bag" to be made from yellow silk, in which is placed a yellow feather, a sprinkling of powder (not defined as to what type), and a shiny new penny. It was then to be tied closed with a yellow ribbon."

The word "guffa" in this mojo bag recipe stumped me at first because in my mind i pronounced it with a short "u" (as in "guff") but in discussing it in usenet, William S. Aronstein set me straight by asking if "guffa" was not the same as "goofer," and then the composition of the bag fell into place:

Here is a brief analysis of the ingredients of the Goofer Dust mojo:

YELLOW SILK
Yellow silk tends to be associated with charms for wealth (yellow stands for golden coins) and, in older times, for court cases, especially when paying a fine was necessary. Yellow silk is the 2nd most common cloth used in making conjure bags (after red flannel). Its use dates back to the 19th century or earlier when yellow Chinese silk was very popular for ladies' fancy dresses and undergarments and seamstresses had lots of scraps of yellow silk and silk ribbon ready to hand.

YELLOW FEATHER
The inclusion of a feather in a mojo hand is very common, a practice that has roots in both African (Congo) and Native American custom. By the 1900s, the colour-coding of dyed chicken feathers included in such hands had been brought into line with the Western Esoteric Tradition of magical colour symbolism, as modified in America. In this system, yellow usually stands for gold and wealth.

SHINY NEW PENNY
Coins are often found in African-American conjure bags and they appear in many Congolese magic bags as well. The American coin most often encountered in mojo hands is the silver dime, followed by the nickel and then the penny, always specified as "shiny new." A silver dime cannot be placed in contact with Goofer Dust, however, for the sulphur will discolour it. The symbolism of coins is obvious -- acquisition and mastery of money -- but because this is a "get out of jail" bag, the coin may symbolize paying a fine, bribing an official or, more likely, the penny may stand for a "copper" that is, a cop or policeman. (Copper pennies often appear in Law Keep Away spells.)

POWDER
The name of the bag identifies the mysterious unspecified powder it should contain. It's a Goofer Bag, so the powder must of necessity be Goofer Dust. The inclusion of a powder is another pointer to the 19th century origin of this magical recipe, for although sachet powders are very popular in hoodoo work, they have become less and less common ingredients in conjure hands in the years since WW II. Goofer Dust is usually a fine yellowish-grey, so the colour makes it all of a coherent piece with the yellow silk, yellow feather, and yellow ribbon. Since it is there to mess up someone's life and the bag includes a penny, the implication is that a "copper" will suffer if the bearer is jailed. Alternatively, if the graveyard dirt that went into the bag came from the grave of a police officer, the criminal may actually asking for his spirit's protection from the harrassments of the law.

This old-fashioned Goofer Bag does not contain the elements one would expect to find in a "court case" mojo hand intended to influence a trial or parole hearing. (Those items would likely include Chewing John root (a.k.a. Court Case root or Little John to Chew), poppy seeds (confusion to an enemy), white mustard seeds (faith in deliverance), oregano (keeping the law away), and so forth.) Rather, this bag is intended to protect against arrest, get a fine or bribe paid, or destroy any policeman who interferes with the activities of the bearer. Only a real criminal would carry a Goofer Bag like this. It is not an innocent victim's petition for legal aid; it is a law-breaker's bag, meant to put the jinx on the cops.

My Tribe, My People

They are invisible, a face you pass by everyday without a care. Society simply isn't designed for their existence, and so they make a society of their own. Some catch trains, some hitchhike, others get around in their own way. Each one has a story and each one is a walking conduit of wisdom gained through experiance. These are my people, my tribe, and they will always be dear to my heart. But who are these people you ask? Allow me to explain.

The ranks of the homeless are filled with four different and unique classes, each commanding a respective amount of respect. A Hobo works and wanders, a Tramp dreams and wanders, a Yegg steals and wanders, and a Bum drinks and stays put. In the old days the Hobo was king, though as their numbers dry up it is the Tramp who takes their place. My own class, the Yegg, are very rare indeed, but are respected by all other classes as never bowing down to authority.

I have always practically lived as a tramp, smoking dope and squatting in abandoned houses every weekend with my friends, creating almost magical memories of what life is supposed to be. I was a skilled Yegg already, and kept the houses we occupied that still had their electricity stocked up with stolen food. Fried chicken, Gatorade, chips, fish, candy, liquor, black and milds, fruity pebbles, bowls, plates....we had it all.

For some reason I always figured I would eventually run away, so i kept a fully stocked "Hobo bag" filled with stolen supplies. I was fully loaded, and my supplies were culled directly from the survival tips of other homeless. I had even begun hanging out with a few, partying and hearing their tales, and I must say I was drawn to the culture. I learned the ancient hobo hieroglyphs, a dead language, but terribly fascinating nonetheless.

When I was kicked out of my house I lived on the street as a Yegg for about three days, and I have to say it took some convincing from my friends to leave that lifestyle. After that, anytime I ran into any other homeless I made sure to give whatever I could: money, black and milds, food. I knew their hardships, and if I had a place of my own I would have boarded them.

I cannot wait for my motorcycle, and the call of the asphalt does beckon my soul. But I also hear the train whistle, the stirring of mulligan stew, and the warm cackle of a jungle fire. One day I think I might just join their ranks if I get disgusted enough with the society I live in now.

After all, every jungle camp could use a Shaman and a little Mojo.

(Homeless Survival Guide 1)
(Homeless Survival Guide 2)

Music Is Emotion

Music is a distinctly human phenomenon, at least as far as we know. it is mind boggling to think of the many different genres and styles that man has created, and even more astounding when one considers just how different they all are. The soulfulness of the blues, the calmness of the Native American flute, the cold and calculating mind of Industrial, the lyrical wit of Hip-hop, the sheer sound of reggae, the down home charm of bluegrass and classic country, and the sheer unbridled barbaric rage, hate and death of Metal.

I have always found that music sways my emotions as easily as a the wind sways a branch. It can send me on an emotional rollarcoaster, going from happy, to nihilistic, to sad, to mechanical, to spiritual. but why? What is it about these sounds that effect us so? I mean, all music is merely organized sound, isn't it?

Recall my earlier post about the direct translation of thought to speech. With music, we skip translating our thought into audio symbols(language). It remains pure, like the howl of a wolf or the chirp of a bird. Indeed, if man makes but one sound I saw it is music. Music allows us to step directly into the mindset of the artist. He is not asking you to read, or comprehend.

He is making you feel.

Music travels through the air, into ears that may be far from the original source. You cannot ignore it, nor the feelings it conjures. I am by no means a communist, and yet, when I hear the sounds of the Red Army Choir, I cannot help but feel a sense of pride for a country I have never known. I wish to enlist, to fight, anything for my motherland, her uniform and colored ribbons worth more then my life.

The industrial band Laibach knows this, and uses fascistic symbolism to make the mental assault even more complete. Even more amazing is the fact they come from Slovenia, one of the smallest and non-threatning countries in Europe. And yet, when Laibach plays, I feel as if I am goose-stepping to join some conquering blitz.

But as each song passes the mood can change just as quickly. "E Minor Waltz" by David Powell reaches my ears, and at once I am on a porch beneath the warm and pleasant southron sun. I am surronded by friends, simply watching the overworked world pass us by, content in the happiness we enjoy.

Another shift and my body bubbles with rage, hate, and contempt. I am a one man hurricane, willing to destroy everything that affronts my eyes, its sheer existence in insult. Death rules over life, the idea of balance dashed against the floor like a man's brains, my fist covered in his blood. I feel strong, powerful, and desire to go on some great raid, where I may have the inhabitants of some far off location quiver in fear at my presence. Fear me, the embodiment of Death made flesh!

Accordian? Guitair? Slavic Accent? Gogol Bordello has transformed me into a wandering gypsy, once again identifing with a culture I have never known. No book, no film can bring me closer to the essence of a gypsy then these songs, and I wish only to live, to dance, to drink and be merry! Though I cannot understand his Russian, I still somehow grasp the message, the feeling of his words, possessing a shape and texture all their own.

And then, it slows. Kingfish sings the blues, and I am a backwater Mojo man, one step ahead of the cops with a fistful of Goofer dust. Muddy Waters almost transforms my skin color, and I identify and feel the world of the Black South, perhaps in the only I can. Sadness, Happiness, Luck, Good Times and Bad all become one, and I see a life outwardly poor but spiritually rich.

Silence.

I am myself again, almost dizzy. Was it all a dream? I feel as if I was gone for a year. Where are the people I knew? The places I've been? I smile, for though they may be gone for the moment, I can always go back.

A Fragment, A Hint

"...To the will-user, the magical act, that of causing a transformation in a thing or things without any physical contact, is accomplished by an imaginative act accompanied by the will that the wanted change will occur. The magical act and imaginative act becomes one and the same. The magician knows with certainty that for the change to occur he must will it to happen and firmly believe it will happen. Here it may be noted that magic and religion are akin: both require belief that a miracle will occur.

To bring about such a change the will-user uses the conception of 'dynamic interconnectedness to describe the physical world as the sort of thing that imagination and desire can effect. The shaman's world is an independent whole, a web of which no strand is autonomous. Mind and body, galaxy and atom, sensation and stimulus, are intimately bound. Shamanism strongly imbues the view that all things are independent and interrelated.' These concepts pivot on the belief that all things come from the One Thing, or First Cause, and 'Its power is integrating, if it be turned into earth.'

The purpose of all rituals in ceremonial magic is to unite the microcosm with the macrocosm to join God, or gods when invoked, with the human consciousness. When such a supreme union is achieved the subject and object becomes one. This is because the magician feels that he is consciously in touch with all elements of the universe, therefore, he can control them. It may be said, the magician feels connected with the universe. This feeling intensifies the more the magician successfully practices his skills. Whenever he experiences a failure he knows that the ritual was not performed correctly..."

Law of Association

"...The next law is the Law of Association. This law is the most commonly and frequently used of all the laws of magic. This law falls with the principle of sympathetic magic. Simply this means things react upon each other under certain imposed or imaginary conditions.

The Law of Similarity is the first of two sublaws contained within the Law of Association, the second is the Law of Contact or Contagion. The Law of Similarity states that like things produce like things, or that an effect resembles its cause.

Schematically this may be illustrated as such: thing 'A' may produce something similar to itself called 'C'; and, thing 'B' may produce something similar to itself called 'C'; and, this something called 'C' may be shared by both 'A' and 'B'.

The Law of Contact or Contagion, the second sub law of the Law of Association, follows from the Law of Similarity. This law states that things which have once been in contact with each other continue to act on each other at a distance even after physical contact has been severed.

This can be shown by the following example: the something or commodity 'C' which is similar to and was shared by thing 'A' and thing 'B' can after its detachment from 'A' and 'B' affect or control either or both. The mutual, influencing effect or control these things exert upon each other is dependent upon the greatness with which 'C' was shared.

From the Law of Similarity the magician infers that he can produce any effect just by imitating it. And, from the Law of Contact the magician infers whatever he does to a material object will equally affect the person, or entity, the object was once attached to, whether in the form of a body part or not..."

The Tool User

We have already seen that intelligences besides man's are everywhere. We have also seen that some of these intelligences have powers quite beyond that of man's. Thoughtforms that can cause disease, herbs that can give luck, and animal spirits that seem to be master's of their respective spheres.

But what of man? Are we alone devoid of these extraordinary powers, doomed forever to be at the mercy of the universe. Just looking at the amazing abilities the things of this world and any others have almost can convince some that everything good and bad is totally due to some external force, that we are no more then puppets, without purpose besides what we ourselves are being used for.

But this is a falsity, a retreat by the mind close to Illumination.

For it is Man who has been given the greatest gift of all: the ability to use the powers of others in the direction of his will. For while the Devil's Bit root is said to put a stop to any evil, it is the Hoodoo man who directs it. Is it not we who summon the spirits, we who journey to commune with the Totems?

Man is not a director, but rather a conductor, guiding the forces around him to either make beautiful music or a cacophony of terror, but always relying on the musicians to make his dream reality. There is mutual respect between the conductor and the musicians, for the sound they seek to create is not possibly without their unity. But not only do we use the intelligent "tools" of this world, we can create our own, shaping the things around us into new and never before seen forms.

How else has man survived these millions of years? We are not particularly strong, nor fast, nor fearsome. We cannot fly, nor live in the water, or even in the bowels of the earth. And yet, we have some driving force, some key ingredient within our very souls that looked out upon creation and said "Yes. I can work with this." Whether with his hands, his words, or his mind, Man shall always continue to use everything at his disposal to better his own condition, but he becomes more then Man when he does this with not only the self in mind.

Companions Along the Journey

The drive to travel hums deep inside me like a massive bee hive. Every motorcycle I see I am transfixed by, each one reminding me of the future voyage ahead. I notice my body begins to feel with tension when I think of the little money I need, yet do not have. How ironic that an able-bodied young man who wants nothing more then to work like a mule remains jobless!

And I am not lazy! I have searched, and applied, and still have found no luck. I know however that I cannot lose, that defeat is simply an impossibility. I will get the money, I will get the bike, and I will be on the road, sooner or later. If the world has deemed that i must wait, I know not to struggle against it. Man can only see so far, while the spirits see all.

So I continue searching, ever ready and willing to do any work. Today I even met a kindred nomad, longing desperately to escape this suburban morass many call Satellite Beach. When I explained to him my plans, he was ecstatic about the concept, asking if he might join me. It turns out his father did the exact same thing I am planning. Coincidence? I told him I welcomed all companions as long as he got a bike to ride as well.

He shared my condition, and I saw much of myself in him: a kid society has deemed useless and carelessly thrown to the trash, simply because he does not fit their preconceived ideas of what a life is. With his addition the tribe I have always longed for slowly takes shape, fate obviously slowly building momentum towards my exodus. Though he is uninitiated into the world of metaphysics, I know that when we are upon the road, he shall be open to the true nature of the world.

Do you long for the road as well? Email me, and please, join us. You can stay on the road with me as long as you like, and join in the adventures and illuminations that are sure to come. Who knows, perhaps you'll never go back?

Helping People

Today I had the chance to help two people, one with interpreting a dream, the other by introducing him to shamanism. Now, I do not believe in Karma, and yet I cannot deny that I feel more spiritually uplifted due to my deeds.

I believe this is not due to some cosmic exchange of good and bad, or the smiling favor of some faraway god, but due to the fact that I am living out my destiny. With each soul I help, my destiny becomes more and more fulfilled.

What is your destiny, your cause, your calling. I think we all have a reason for being here, but that it is up to us to pursue it. We must accept the fact that while the world may nudge and bad might befall us, we can still ignore our purpose, damning ourselves to a life of unhappiness and inequity.

I know you've done something that brings you more joy then anything else. Why have it as a hobby? Why not make it your life?

Life. What a gift, what glory! Mother Earth, Father Void, let me continue this wondrous life of beauty and ethereal splendor!

Machine Spirits And Techno-Shamanism

We are energy ordered into a physical form, the material world nothing more then the vibrations and frequencies put off by the movement of this energy. We can share this energy by touch, by emotion, and by conscious thought.

So, we can give this energy to machines. Does this mean they have life? I would say yes. Guitarists can tell you each guitar feels different, almost as if it had a soul. They can even feel the age of one, just by picking it up. Hasn't your computer ever seemed to have a mind of it's own, or actually responded to your pleas for it's cooperation? I have a friend whose CD player in his car refuses to play angry music. It will play all manner of CD's, but if an angry band is put it, it won't even play.

How can this be so?

We all feel like certain clothing gives us luck, that aged books seem like wizened old men, and that our special chair just feels different. I believe that through emotion we have given these automatons the spark of life, and that they can be addressed like any spirit. Go on a spirit journey and ask your car to keep you safe on the road. Perhaps you might ask the spirit of the washing machine to help cleanse your spirit body?

After all, all machines are made out of what once were natural materials. Might not the spirit stay with them then?

What a Journey

This journey was intense and dreamlike, so the details are a bit muddled.

I sat down, turned off the lights, put on my "Lifepuzzler" station on Pandora, and began to rattle. For some reason tonight I felt as if I didn't need it. I knew tonight was special almost instantly. I felt Brother Bat as clearly as I had the first time, and his voice seemed to boom. My body seemed to be more relaxed, and the images more clear then ever before.

I had interpreted a dream for someone earlier today, and I asked Brother Bat if my interpretation was correct. He told me it was, and that my powers of intuition were growing. I asked that this person's power animal be sent to them through a dream, and we visited Frog(the power animal in question). He agreed and was on his way. I decided to continue journeying.

On my street there is a rock that resembles a pagan standing stone. I had always been interested in the rock, and tonight before I came home I decided to lay my hand on it and feel it. I felt energy funnel through my body as if I had become part of an electrical circuit. I decided that tonight I would finally communicate with a mineral spirit, and so I called out to the rock in the spirit world.

I saw my spirit body sitting cross legged on the street in front of the rock. He began to speak, and the energy from the rock made me feel as if I was floating out of my body. I almost passed out. I asked him what his properties were, and he said he was descended from a Cairn, and that he could amplify my power greatly. I asked him if, when I make my medicine/mojo bag, I might use of a piece of him in it. "No, of course you can" he said. I asked him if he had any wisdom for me.

He told me to stay on my path, to never be ashamed of who or what I am, and one third piece of advice I can't seem to recall. I thanked him and returned to the part of the spirit world I most often visited, carried on the back of Brother Bat and feeling amazing. There was a knock on my door, and I knew I had to return. I gave thanks. "Thank you Brother Bat, thank you Brother Frog, thank you Sister Rock." The word sister seemed to fly right from my mouth, as if I had meant to say it. Yet I had reffered to the rock in the male sense, and it responded in tow.

An amazing experiance.

The Irony of It All

All I want to do is to help people and live my life closer to the spiritual world, to wander with a tribe of like minded individuals, discovering higher metaphysical truths and living life to it's fullest. And yet, in this day and age this is frowned upon. I am "wasting" my life. Ha! Is it you or I who has wasted the wonderful bounty of experiences this world has to offer? Do you know of the beauty of a full moon rising over the horizon? The sweet music of running water? The grace and beauty of the animal world? The secrets and knowledge of the fungi?

No, I say it is those who are damned to only a material existence who have wasted the precious gift of life! Go out and explore! LIVE!

The Dead weep for the living, for it is only through death that life is truly appreciated. The Time of Travel draws near for me, and I hear the road beckon. I hear you! I hear you! We are long lost lovers, waiting for the time we might once again be made one.

"Nomad"

Speak not of hovels
Of dens and abodes
My heart's made of pavement
My blood made of road

I know not of months
Of weeks and of days
But only of silver
And bright shining rays

I ride in a tribe
And we know this land
And though you may never
Quite understand

The thought of the miles
Far at my back
Leaves my soul free to roam,
Released from the rack

Now THIS is the life
That brings ease to death
Not a chance missed
Not unspent a breath

Discard Your Dream Dictionaries!

Every day as I browse the bookshelves I see them. The desperate, the confused, the lost desperately seeking answers anyone can give them. They buy self-help books, cheap new age texts telling them everything is alright, but worst of all, they buy dream dictionaries.

Let us pause and consider what a dream is. According to the shamanistic perspective the dreamworld IS the spirit world, and every dream carries an important message. These messages are hidden among symbolism that will be recognizable to the dreamer. How then can an author create a "all-purpose" dream dictionary? Do we all interpret symbols in the same way?

To allow someone to discard the individual meaning of your dream and replace with an over-generalized symbol relevant only to the author is nothing short of imperialism, perhaps even spiritual rape. Your dreams should be one of your most sacred possessions, for it is through them most of us experiance the spirit world, and through them we can find guidance, meaning, and answers to our most dire questions.

Dr. Francis Crick, the man who discovered DNA, didn't do it be studying or running tests. He claims that one night he dreamed of molecules and proteins combining into a strange shape he had never seen before. When he awoke, he jotted the symbol down, and today we know it as the "spiral ladder" of DNA.

But let us return to the individul symbolism of dreams. What does Bat symbolize to you? Perhaps fear, or darkness, death, maybe even evil. What is Bat to me? The cave is seen as the entrance to the spirit world in Shamanism, making Bat a guardian of the spirit world, the teacher of the mysteries of the unknown. Bat helps to move through the necessary shedding of the old and embracing of the new, to confront the "little" deaths of change, transition, and transformation, along with guiding the souls of the dead to the afterlife. One special guidance tool it symbolically offers is sonar navigation. Like Dolphin, Bat uses echolocation to guide it, so if we study and attune to Bat, we can learn to swoop with grace through transformation and rebirth, trusting that our own inner guidance and intuition will help us find our way.

This is not to say that only one person can decipher a dream, on the contrary, as long as you explain any details that might contribute to the dream, nearly anyone can help. If I know you, I know your dreams. So please, rather then continue to send these scam artists money, consult with friends, family, or the spirits themselves on the meaning of your dream. If you are still confused, email me, and perhaps I can help you understand the message of your dream.

Fort more on Bat, my power animal, ramble onward.

The Five Directions of the Medicine Wheel

The Five Directions of the Medicine Wheel
(The Five Principles of Shamanism)

Everything is Alive.
Everything has its own spirit or energetic signature. From this principle we learn to observe and pay attention to everything around us. We strive to see things as they are and learn their true nature. To explore the experience of energetic observation we practice the shaman’s art of vision-shifting.

Everything is Conscious.
Everything has its own form of conscious awareness. From this principle we learn to be present and to enter into true dialogue with the unseen forces around us. We actively engage spirit and energetic forms. To alter our consciousness and attune to spirit we practice the shamanic art of journeying.

Everything is Dynamic.
It is the nature of things to move, change and transform. The shaman knows that where there is movement, there is health. Where energy cannot move there is illness. From this principle we learn to be flexible. We learn to sense the movement of energy and when it is blocked. We adapt the shamanic practice of shape-shifting to learn to move energies not by mastering them but by merging with them.

Everything is Connected.
Everything exists in relationship to everything else. From this principle we learn to be respectful and we come to understand sacred reciprocity and the healing power of relationship. To restore balance and harmony to our relationships we practice ceremony and ritual.

Everything Responds.
The universe responds to our most sacred intentions. From this principle we learn to be clear and to engage the world with embodied prayer. We serve the unseen world by bringing beauty into the seen world. Bridging the waking and dreaming worlds is the art of dream-weaving.

For more information of the Medicine Wheel, and how you can use it, wander onward.

Follow No Priest, Talking Never Cease

As I write and delve into my own philosophical inquires of the unknown, I post them here, on this internet shrine to the pursuit of knowledge and illumination, in the hopes that one day a fellow traveler on the road betwixt this world and the next might read them. I ask not for devotees, nor servants, nor slaves. I ask for traveling companions. I ask for questions along with answers, and new perspectives and angles.

Dogma and Doctrine leaves no room for thought, and thought is the very essence of creation. Have you ever noticed that when you are having a conversation about philosophy, and all participants are sharing and learning together, your mind seems to feel different? I have thought for many moons about why this occurs, and I believe I have the answer.

Thought is the purest form of Ideas. In our mind things seem so clear, yet when we try to translate these ideas into symbols(words, pictures) we find it hard to achieve the same level of clarity we had in our minds. Go ahead and write down what your room looks like, trying to paint the most exact picture possible. Doesn't seem as good as your own mental image, does it?

Now, conversation is merely two entities making noises, vibrating their vocal cords in ways they each understand. Our speech is no different then the barking of dogs, the purrs of cats, or the squeaks of bats. Though this method is simple, it is the closest to translating our thoughts directly as we can get. When you talk, you aren't thinking about what your saying, your just saying it, as if your mind is freely flowing from your mouth.

And with speech, do we not empathize with our brethren better? Hand movements, facial expressions, tone, and body posture all say so much without uttering a word. Our animal kin can relate their attitude and feeling to any other creature with no more then a single growl.

To stifle the free flow of ideas is to imprison the mind within its own body, turning the two forces against each other. Schools know this, and bar talking in class, to keep the student mind in a sleepy haze of numbers and dates. But why not let a class talk of the afterlife, or the nature of reality, or who they really are?

Why?

Two Prayers

Morning Prayer

Greetings Great Father Void!
Greetings Blessed Mother Earth!
I say good morning to you and all other things, in this world and the many after!
This day will reflect the bounties and joy of the Afterlife.
This day will bring forth many wonders and keep me always the student.
Let me walk in your favor and your children's in all things I do this day.
A'ho.

Evening Prayer

Hear me Great Father Void!
Hear me Blessed Mother Earth!
This day has been another of our glorious creations.
I thank all life around me and all spirits that circle me.
I thank all friends and loved ones who share this life with me.
For this day has been good,
As this life is good.
And as I dream let my body and mind be at peace along with the souls of the Dead,
While the secrets of the Darkness unfold.
A'ho.

Thank You Brothers! Thank You Mother!

It had been a long time since I had gone on a Spirit Journey, and I had feared I had lost contact with the Spirit World. Earlier in the week, Brother Bat had made it clear I had drifted away, and that I would have to win my trust back. So, I lit my candles and asked my Spirit Warrior, Xeizer, if he might help me reach the entrance to my Spirit Cave. He agreed, and picked me up in his gigantic hand, carrying me as he strided through the jungle. Finally we reached the cave, and I felt Brother Bat, my power animal, flying around my head.

I greeted him, and he returned the greeting, glad to see me back. I told him I was sorry for my absence, and that I wished to re-learn what had been lost. He agreed, taking my through the cave and down into the lower tunnels. There greeted the other Spirit Animals. Bear was not to happy to see me, and Lizard was his usual dreamy self. I sat upon a rock, in front of a creek, and focused on my spirit body.

I noticed a strange blockage in my fourth tunnel of power, the one located in the middle of my chest. It was hard to breathe, and I asked Brother Bat for help in figuring out the problem. I peered inside, and saw a large elephant leaning against the tunnel walls, acting as if it was drunk. Almost immediately I seemed to sense just what it was: there had been an emotional "elephant in the room" I had been avoiding for a long time, and now it seemed it had come back to haunt me.

I explained to the elephant that the problem was being addressed, and that I accepted whatever outcome I was given. It seemed happy about this and promptly left, allowing the tunnel to shrink back to size. I asked Brother Bat to create stalagmites and stalactites within the tunnel to defend against intruders, and he agreed.

I had been sick for quite awhile, and since I already had had success, I decided to cure it through Shamanism. I asked Brother Bat to sweep through my body, snatching the flu virus like insects and devouring them. He agreed, and I instantly felt as if my inside had more space. I decided to continue and sought the Sun's help with my stuffy nose. Again, he was all to happy to comply, and I felt heat and light radiate from my spirit body, giving me a huge boost of energy, making me smile, and causing the snot in my stuffy nose to simply disappear. Finally I extended my spirit body into a long tail and traveled downward, towards the core of Mother Earth. I was in a hurry to draw power from here, and I accidentally began drawing power from the rocks just above the core. I felt my body become slower, and my insides felt as if there were becoming stronger, but slower.

I excused myself, thanking Rock for its help, but continuing to the core. mother Earth was happy to see me, and when I drew her power into me, it was as if my insides were somehow being repaired. I felt as if my skin was becoming stronger, my mind lighter, and my inner peace restored.

I returned to this world, offering thanks to all the spirits who had helped me feel whole again.

(About the picture, from National Geographic: A painting in Gua Tewet records a shaman's trek into the spirit world, Chazine says. The lizard in the center represents the shaman. The jagged line under the lizard-a sort of stairway-stands for the shaman's difficult path. The smooth lines on the right symbolize the successful completion of the journey, when the shaman attains an altered state of consciousness that affects all parts of his body and allows him to communicate with spirits. The hand stencils themselves evoke traditional healing rituals in which a shaman lays his hands on a sick person, then sprays medicine from his mouth onto the patient to cure him.)

The Nature of the Occult

We were all created in god's image, so it follows we might retain a spark of the power of creation. Indeed, every culture on this planet has its own magical tradition, its own connections to the unseen, and the figures who practiced these arts were respected and feared within the community. Only with the rise of the Christian church was magic seen evil and untouchable, and the death toll due to these persecutions is still unknown.

But what is magic? Quite simply, it is the manipulation of the world around us and within us. How we do this often varies, though each school is just as effective as the other. To the Shaman, his world was filled with spirits, and through communication with these spirits he could draw power from them, using it in accordance with their wishes. The European mage saw to direct some ethereal force, deemed "arcane," and use it as he saw fit. The Conjurer, or diabolist, summoned entities from the void, and using violence and threats commanded them to do his bidding from the safety of his circle. The Necromancer sought communion with the dead, and often after many bizzare rituals to align him closer with the dead then the living, he spoke to them, learning their secrets and asking them for favors. The Hoodoo man used a combination of Christian theology and traditional African fetishism to combine elements from the material world and the spiritual, casting "tricks" and creating talismans. The Chaos Magician uses his own subconscious and harnesses symbolism to enact his will, without the use of gods or spirits. The Discordian seemingly goes mad, and through this sphere of confusion he shapes the world around him in accordance with the wishes of his goddess.Even in the Christian church today, magic is practiced under the guise of prayer.

Whats interesting to note is that however far these differing traditions deviate from one another, they all report success. Why? After all, why would god grant these miracles, or let the devil do good things in their names?

The answer is a simple one, known only to those who have sought its answer. All these differing schools are powered by the magician himself. The practitioner believes his magic works, creating a framework that allows him to change the world around him. Through prayer, ritual, or other magical acts they summon the necessary energy/gnosis/kia/Tao and add it to their visualization of what will occur.

That is not to say the entities they are dealing with do not exist. On the contrary, every magical act they are asked to help with only increases their power. Each entity, including ourselves, are like batteries. With each drawing of our inner power, the higher capacity for that power we have. This allows fictional entities like Cthuhlu to be called upon and actually give results, along with giving entities like Death amazing capabilities.

Think of it. Every since the first cell died, Death has existed. The death of a loved one can be a traumatic and emotionally charged event, every curse cast towards Death only making it all the more powerful and real. Ask any practitioner, and they'll assure you what they do is real.

Try it for yourself and you may be amazed at just how far you can reach.

A Fellow Seeker of Meaning

Already I have found a kindred spirit, a soul whose eyes also stare into the Dark. Though he/she has few answers, who really has anymore? She sees the questions, and doesn't blindly give an answer of the hip, and that is enough for me.

See the struggles, and Learn

The Philosophy of The Fosser

Before anything we currently think of as being part of the universe existed, there was only an immense void – a nothingness, the abyss, the Dark which contained infinite possibility. From this well of infinite possibility minds began to spawn. Each mind was an aspect of the Void, and had within itself infinite possibility. Through thought, these minds designed their own appearances and realities, by ordering the infinite void(through belief) within them and around them becoming whatever they desired, thus creating the physical world. They did this by adding energy(through gnosis) to the infinite potential that is the Void, and ordering the energy in whatever forms they desired(by willing it to be so.)

This created all the seen and unseen things in all worlds, in past, present, and future.

With this great power came a great danger, for whatever the mind creates or believes, becomes so. If a mind was convinced it would be nothing after its death, then it was so. If a mind believed it was weak and hated by all, then it was so. If a mind thought it had been cursed, then it was so. If a mind thought it lived in a mundane world where magic didn't exist, then it was so. If a mind believed demons were attacking it, then it was so. If a mind accepted the reality others had told it to be real, then it was so.

The only way to avoid becoming trapped in our own beliefs is for each individual creature to create its own world in the same way the universe seemingly created itself from the void, while recognizing this continuity is only as real as it itself makes it. We must strive to become our own individual gods, creating as we see fit and recognizing that belief is merely a tool. Nothing is true, everything is permitted and the only meaning we'll find is what we deem meaningful.

We must also learn that everything, both seen and unseen, shares this gift, and that we must treat them all with respect. You are no more powerful then them, and they no more then you. All things share the same infinite possibility to create, the only question being if they can summon the necessary energy to enact their Will.

Though sometimes sheer Will is enough, sometimes an entity may not be able to muster the necessary energy for its creation. But, since all minds share a connection with the Void, each mind can draw on another to fuel its own creations. The more energy that has been given to an entity, the more anyone can harness from it. From ancient gods, to fictional characters, to Archetypes that have existed long before man, all things can be used like batteries to supercharge one's own will. If enough energy is directed, an entity can even create other minds.

It is the duty of a Fosser not only to understand these principles and put them into action, but to give meaning to this world and all others after it as well, be it through thought or deed. He must treat things of this world and things existing solely in the Void as equals, though he must reserve the utmost respect and care for those minds who have transcended this world and returned to the Void through Death; for while a Fosser knows The Ways, the Dead live them, free to use the infinite potential of the Void directly, to see all and to do all. So, a Fosser must help any dead that remain trapped in this world move on to the next, and must consider all those who defile, harm, or seek to control the dead as his foes.