Author Archives: Regnum Somniorum

Captain’s Log Stardate 1.18.2015.0935

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I had a new insight playing Magic with (B.A.) last night, a more coherent presence of emotional bodies.  It was a bit of a healing of the disoriented void in the right side of my face.  This morning I felt a further liberation from the filth of Morton, Illinois.  That sentient beings should be asked to be loyal to a government as disgusting and amoral as that is absurd.

I still have difficulty accepting how much of the supposed “spirituality” of this planet is dependent upon being a responsible, bootlicking citizen of a giant pile of meaningless garbage, and upon wanting to have cocreative relationships with the ugly sordid half-assed twerps who want to see themselves reflected in its image.

The coven presence is very powerful, and is apparently helping me to locate myself from another dimension.

This morning I was “seeing” the “art” scene in Grand Rapids again, feeling even more deeply divorced from all of it.  I can still barely believe this is supposed to be serious.  But then I imagine some change will take place now.  I’m also seeing images of MHS, the degradation of having monsters like that destroying the lives of children, the trivial frippery of the Western School of Occultism and their pathetic nonsense about “obedience” and “duty” and “service”.  They can eat my shit.  Dicksucking fascists, all.  I said that last phrase aloud to myself as I stopped writing, then I went back and wrote it down.

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Aloneness.  I had my final session with [A therapist] and I am back here thinking about my life.  It can end, the twistedness can end but one of the great blocks is how disturbing and absurd the whole process is.  I am going to be able to articulate my rage against bow ties.

It seems like there were some people I was supposed to meet, or I thought there were some people I was supposed to meet, and I just didn’t, but I hung around the world for a long time looking for them.

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After tonight’s circle, I feel much more powerful, but I want the power to be clean, balanced, not causing any karmic ripples for me.

The story of this species is so repulsive, I don’t want to have anything to do with it.

Captain’s Log Stardate 1.4.2015.2210

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Saw the Bowie exhibit.  I might have waited around to sneak into the Gaiman reading but “coincidentally” I spent the 10 dollars I had the night before on junk food.  And I had just lost my orange admission badge too.  Otherwise I would have hung in there.

At the circle that girl made some comment about how she wouldn’t come to me for energy healing.  I think I understood then that I’m not going to engage with this world.  I would just as soon be somewhere else.  I certainly don’t ever want to have another conversation like that.

However it was good to clarify that I am not service oriented.  There is a great collapsing going on.  I feel the pressure and I know I’ll have some interesting dreams.  A collapsing and an end.  Thank god.  Does that mean the Enochian magic is working?

Also at the circle I drew “verge in” “whore moans” — related to Qdishtu work yesterday (only yesterday).  So now there’s a whole field of information to explore.  I hope I can assimilate it all.

Captain’s Log Stardate 1.3.2015.2341

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Making out with [someone] turned out to be most of what I wanted.  Then I went and got drunk.  Then I went back to [A.T.’s] to talk with her about the study group.  Then I took a nap.

The [sex magic] has certainly changed me.  Something very simple and yet very important happened.  I keep reminding myself that there are millions of people who have sex all the time who don’t have the other-planar insights I have.  And yet the change itself illustrates how much was lost in my life, how stupid and meaningless all the things I experienced were, how totally unimportant they are to me.  I can hardly wait to find out why it was important to experience this.  What a waste of time the chaos in my mind is!  And yet there’s nothing on this physical plane I want to experience.  These people are revolting and disgusting (the American people).   There really never was anything here I wanted to experience.

Captain’s Log Stardate 1.1.2015.1026

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Daydreaming of Marlon Brando today.  Getting some better glimpses of the famoids and their place in the afterlife.  Some more visceral understanding of the disgusting crimes of [someone].

Calling in spirits I had a glimpse of something but I’m not sure what it was, now that I’ve tried to write it down.  I see Carol’s house, and how unpleasant everything was there.  At last I am getting around Nancy’s disgustingness.

It does feel as though other people are becoming “real” at last, and there is a state in which I can move beyond this filth.

It’s been difficult to move, or think of moving around.  I suppose the cold has something to do with it.  [That girl who sold me a bicycle] gave me an ale left over from her birthday party, I drank half of it and slept for several hours.  I was watching parts of interviews with Marlon Brando.  I feel everything is a lot more “real” now than it has been.  I’m on the verge of some transformation or release.

Captain’s Log Stardate 12.25.2014.1227

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April 17, 2020 – I don’t actually think Neil Gaiman manipulates people, but I mock him because he’s such a pop tart. 

Thought of money (I’m having a bit of a crisis today, accidentally paid American Express 880 dollars instead of the 300 I intended), thought of having some, then I’ll be like Neil Gaiman, manipulating people all day.

There was a choice I had with Jody.  The Earthers had polluted the very idea of love and loyalty.  We were talking about this in a classroom.  I am reminded of a phantasm several years old, of a young Angelina Jolie in the same classroom.  However, I am also reminded of St. Augustine’s visions.

Thinking of how [a former landlord] shorted me $100 dollars.  It doesn’t matter.  I hear my grandfather say “It don’t matter”.  Why sit through this river of trivial shit?  I want an answer from Saint Germain and I don’t want this same evasive faggot “look within” crap about how my soul chose this.

I’m trying to decide whether to do the Lucky Hoodoo circle.  Compiling Enochian words for the Nuunar causes me to think about objectives “scorpion unto eagle”.

Philosopher’s stone.

Captain’s Log Stardate 12.25.2014.1045

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4/17/2020 – Obviously, I’m quite jealous of Neil Gaiman, the only entertainer I still wish I could be instead of myself.

A return to the Kingdom of Dreams.  I’m feeling more like myself.  I’m still having terrible rants against St. Germain, more vicious every day.

I was looking at the Museum of Contemporary art website, contemplating tickets for the David Bowie exhibit, and I saw that Neil the Special Faggot is back, reading a story on the last night of the exhibit.  Perhaps I should get tickets for one in the afternoon and then wait at the door for the last-minute entry.  I was looking at the picture of him and thinking about all these fantasies I have about Ravenclaw, Helena and Tim.  How strange they are.

I think they can disappear, though.  The dark cloud can go.  I could try to get control of my finances again.  I’ve moved my Log to this blog.  The magic is all on me now.  A brief image of [someone I used to know who channeled a version of Alice Cooper from another dimension].  Yes they were really doing magic.  An end to the story?

A scene of myself and Jody in High School.  As I write this a presence comes down to me.

Channeling From Gen-X

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I am Genvieve and I am descending in a ray of white light into the mind, or sixth Chakra of Jason.  I do have a Golden Ray which I use to get things done, but white is the default color of spiritual light on this earth — there are other planets which have other colors, although the all-inclusive white is the norm.  In some places people are there to focus on different aspects, just as on this earth people choose different Astrological influences to dominate their lives.

Life is about dominion and slavery.  Life is a kind of voluntary slavery, a fetish game we play with ourselves in order to satisfy our emotional needs.  However, just like a fetish game, there are ways out of this slavery.  We can play this life as a game or we can take it seriously.  It’s up to us.  When we’re done we return to the Duat and balance out our results — cash in our chips, so to speak.

The vast majority of people on this earth are unable to grasp this detail at this time.  Because the energy of the earth is being raised to a degree where only those conscious of this gamelike quality will be permitted, most of these people are going to have to leave.  Many of them are simply here to experience what it would have been like to be a person.  They are tremendously frustrated and angry because they realize what they’ve lost and they do in fact blame some members of this species-agreement who are directly responsible for ending this game prematurely.  Therefore it is possible that a war may take place to “balance” this sense of injustice.

However it is also possible that this war may be averted.  If we can incorporate a specific kind of ancestor worship into this plane, a kind that will allow many of these spirits to feel they have an opportunity to return to this world in the future, their anger will be appeased and a war can be avoided.

We must turn our attention to the ancestors of the future.