Soullessly Devoted

As I surpass half a century, I contemplate on the journey I have traveled, paths traversed, people and occultists I have met, life-changing if not soul changing moments, mentors that have led me to myself and beyond.

I learned from an early age that magick works if you are willing to work with Magick. To do that you need to study for years. The results will vary according to what you are willing to put in. Nobody can “give” you magick, the big secret here is that you already possess everything you need deep within you, your work is to uncover the layers of shit that prevent you from doing so.

The soul, what a mind-boggling entity, what a study, what a journey it has been. Does the soul reside within or without? Some elders say within, I debate without, the brain merely a receiver, past lives, and capabilities suppressed not to blow the framework that is the mind.

Does our journey start with choice, choosing our life path and experiences, the womb which becomes our natural habitat for those initial nine months... do we still hold the off switch whilst still inhabiting the womb, aborting our mission prior to its conception at will... an off switch we clearly forget about all together with our past lives once we are born into this world.

As we know, from the moment we enter this life, we are in the flow of time. We measure it and we mark it, but we cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down. Or can we? Have we not each experienced the sensation that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quickly and wished that we could make it linger? Or felt time slow on a dull day¦ and wished that we could speed things up a bit?

All of the world's greatest religions speak of the soul's endurance beyond the end of life. So what then does it mean to die? Life and death. Space and time. Fate and chance. These are the forces of the universe.

Recently I was introduced to a new device.. when I say new; I feel a correction is required, an old hidden knowledge being brought back to the forefront with the help of a very old soul, a brilliant engineering mind, and technology.

This piece of equipment is really the bridge I have been seeking all along between my world and that which I left behind and those running in parallel. One might go as far as to say a portal... it also amplified, magnified my capabilities unimaginably ... frequencies are key here ... one must vibrate at its set parameters to enable one to manipulate the energy it generates, project, and manifest accordingly. For the mundane, its purpose is one of well-being, curative and healing, for an occultist like myself, well, the sky is the limit.

So, here I am, sitting in front of my computer enjoying a century-old glass of half-a-century old wine, reflecting on time, and what it means. Am I immortal? Who is the identity that I refer to as “I”? What is being experienced right now, and who is the one doing the experiencing?

The answers to these questions are contained in the mystery of Enlightenment. Only someone not awake, who ignores the passing of time and tries to fight it, will find any reason to avoid the topic.

I am over fifty but often mistaken for being younger, with a soul scarred to the rafters. A dead daughter, a second that nearly died in my arms, I have experienced life’s rattling to the core bottom of my soul.

Taking magickal steps to preserve youthful energy, and to delay the inevitable destruction of the outer shell that is my body, helps, of course, the most useful step is to keep a young set of thoughts, that playfulness of absolute youth, but with the sophistication of a 17th-century aristocrat.

I think the art of conquering your own mortality is to live life as though you are going to die the next day, but also as if you were immortal. In a way, if you play your cards right, you will be. Your body is a shell that may die; your soul can survive if you want it to. You decide.

If you take your fill of love and lust, live this only life to the fullness of your being here and now in the physical then that is one way to go. But I tell you, the art of transcending the ultimate barrier has a price-tag that comes with pain, pain, and more pain. And sacrifice.

Maybe that is why most people are ignorant and deluded (they don’t want to know the truth) and why many, many occultists are just into Hedonism, they want to live only once. (They don’t want to experience the truth they already know).

Not so long ago, having returned to my predominantly Catholic country, I was walking through this park engulfed in peace and nothingness, when a passerby asked me "Why do you look so happy?"...I hadn’t noticed at first that I was smirking away, and then I realized my face was radiantly smiling. I said to him "I have been walking through this park since I was a child, I have only now finally killed God, and I can now see how beautiful everything around me actually is." He looked shocked, taken aback, he gave me the evil eye and said “You’ll be in hell boy" Still smiling I replied, "This is hell, and it is beautiful, heaven is for those who are not pleased with what they have." I bade him farewell and walked on.…

Em Hotep -Patrick Gaffiero