“Sigils and Mandalic Iconography consisting of hand drawn and digital elements. This concept is an exploration of a technique called Sigilization that was developed by the Magickian Austin Osman Spare which is of particular interest to me”
I don’t really know what people generally call this method of sigil making, so I’m just calling it “Letter Shaping” because you’re using the basic shapes from certain letters. This is the most common form of sigil making, and it allows the most creative influence. As you see above the sigils are for nearly the same thing, yet the sigils came out completely different. Not because the purpose was different, but because I approached them both a different creative way, and that’s what I like so much about this method. There’s a lot of freedom and personalization involved.
This was the first method of sigil making I ever learned, from a post by @the-darkest-of-lights. I decided to make my own tutorial on it with my spare time. Happy sigil making! I’ll be making more of these on other methods of sigil making I think, because there’s so many different methods, and this was quite enjoyable to make.
(I know that you can make sigils with the other various planetary numerology squares but honestly I still haven’t figured out how, I only know this one.)
The divine ordeal of terror ended when I finally understood that there wasn’t a narrative on reality more solid than any other. And it was just afterwards that my heart was pierced and I couldn’t but fall in love.
For many years I identified the ocean of love I became surrounded by when I embraced confusion with the “Angel”. And it stayed. In occasional, scattered messages. A wink. A clue. Guiding me onwards.
As I made myself familiar with the rules of the now almost visible astral realm underlying reality, I realized that emotional intensity and willpower were key to manifestation. But it was the “ocean of love” that I wanted to experience again. However, manifesting things with the aid of magick might not be the best path there. After all, I had only reached that endless ocean when I had finally emptied myself.
Yet if what is manifested through the astral is a reflection of what is inside, a different point of view emerges. Wasn’t that ocean a reflection of an inner unknown self, seen only once the filters were clean? What if instead of an external Angel, it was a sparkle of the beauty that you might project if you work hard enough to become the Sun?
And the exploration of yet another Tunnel of Set ends.
There is this funny thing that happens to me with magick. No matter how long I’ve been into it and even into this work of exploring the Tunnels of Set one-by-one, there are moments in which my skeptical self takes control and thinks “Maybe it was all a coincidence and the visions were meaningless. Probably nothing more is going to happen”. Then reality kicks my ass and something huge turns my life upside down again.
Like meeting a fascinating existence that shouldn’t be alive to begin with. And this event had perfectly synchronized with the Characith working.
I also suspect when this all ends I won’t even be living in my country anymore. And probably with 7 tunnels remaining I can’t begin to suspect how different my life will be when it all ends.
I would get personal but I don’t like getting personal through words in Tumblr. I prefer the subtleness of the images and reblogs. Its more comfortable and it lets me express myself deeper, even though it looks like I’m not saying anything very specific.
In Characith I learnt a bit more on how magick works and on how reality reacts to your innermost beliefs about it. If I want my music to go anywhere I have to believe I am a musician, and to do it deep enough that I become unconscious of such belief, “its just who I am” (then again, is such a belief worth burying in the unconscious?). And the same goes with any other aim. Yet there remains the really important question here, and I guess this might be related to the Zamradiel tunnel I am now opening. Which aims are really worth? Aren’t personal aims sort of wasting the potential of magick? I need to re-learn how to think big. In the end sometimes it feels like magick flows stronger when your vision gets wider and your aims become more relevant not just to your petty desires but to the society and culture you’re living in.
For Lacan & Zizek, sexuality -at least for the male gender- always needs a fantasy, fucks with this fantasy, so it is always hopelessly masturbatory. Arousal is due to the partner entering this fantasy frame. Now if this fantasy is the structuring principle of our sexuality, then in order to use it effectively for magick it could be a nice idea to manipulate it, turning it into something ecstatic, into a fantasy which involves a contact with a dimension of the divine.
Then, maybe the same way as the other person arouses us because it enters the fantasy frame, the divine entering through this might help this very divine thing manifesting, so those empty eyes can penetrate deeper than if they entered through the cracks of a sexual fantasy pointing to a physical body.
Starting with Shalicu, the Tunnel of Set which connects Hod and Malkuth in the reverse side of the Tree of Life, the Qlippoth. I’ve already finished my part with Thantifaxath, and this has become a whole exploratory work that will have me doing it for maybe half a year or one year.
I’m already having my fair share of synchronicities related with fire.
I plan to explore each tunnel with diverse methods for at least one week, and the end of each individual exploration will be finished by the creation of a music theme related to the Tunnel of Set I’ve explored. This is already done with Thantifaxath, though still the music isn’t published.
Maybe I finally go insane by exploring each and every Tunnel of Set, yay go me!
by Linda Falorio (Black Moon Publishing 1995, 4th edition)
The author reified her exploration of the 22 Tunnels of Set as described by Aleister Crowley in Liber 231, and by Kenneth Grant in Nightside of Eden into a system of 22 cards.
The Shadow Tarot represents an important & significant work which interprets Aleister Crowley’s Liber 231, deals with Kenneth Grant’s exploration of the Tunnels of Set, and the Qliphoth on the Nightside of the Tree of Life.
Lately I do not write much about magick here. A few months ago I used to write on my ongoing work with the Tunnels of Set, but its been long since I’ve felt like it.
Its not that I’ve stopped or anything. On the opposite, I go on and each and every tunnel implies some strong inner or outer experience. Sometimes both. This magical work has run so deep it is really difficult to think what to write about. Also, everything gets just way too personal.
My whole life has become a dance with the tunnels. Each and every meaningful event coordinates with the tunnel I’m exploring, and as I approach a new one so does my life change to become the next lesson I am to learn.
I expected it to be difficult and demanding, but not this much. I’m not complaining, though. I like it. Also even though I’ve seen magick work a thousand times I still have this skeptical mind inside which sometimes thinks it is all coincidence. Then I open yet another tunnel and a new set of utterly relevant events emerge, crushing my skepticism.
I was cuddled by my HGA when exploring Raflifu and was shown it all as a lie with Qulielfi. My almost six year relationship ended as I was exploring Malkunofat, and Kali mercylessly cut from my life that which was hindering me. I was lost at endless possibilities in Lafcursiax, and concluded that magick was the only real thing left to guide me. A person I knew took her life the same day I opened Niantiel, the Tunnel of Death, thus teaching me the appropriate lesson in the clearest and most painful way. When trying to find the Hermit’s light amidst the darkness of Yamatu, I was taught by a person from the sempiternal A.·.A.·. on the meaning of the visions I had had through the tunnels and the events that had happened, from the perspective of Thelema and its maps on the path of Initiation. I understood the path I had already walked, and where I am headed to.
Recently I met a person who shouldn’t be alive by all medical standards but whose unnatural strength embodies that of Characith, and even though most probably our joint walk will end in tragedy, it is almost time to close Characith and open the Tunnel of Zamradiel, under the aegis of The Lovers. There are 7 paths left to explore, out of 22. I can’t believe I’ve already explored 15 paths. I can’t believe I’ve survived this ordeal thus far.
No matter what happens, be it suffering or be it ecstasy, I will not let myself be broken.
Occult Aspects 