This is a sigil.
It is a means of exerting my will to achieve a specific end (in this case, the return of stolen property). The method was invented by artist & magus Austin Osman Spare around the turn of the century, and was largely forgotten until the rise of "chaos magick" in the late 80s, early 90s. The idea is to turn conscious desires into unconscious events, allowing that secret daemon inside our skulls to affect reality on a subtle level and, presumably, satisfy your encoded desire.
To create a sigil, write a declarative sentence, such as "It is my will to find five hundred dollars." Then, remove vowels (t s m wll t fnd fv hndrd dllrs). Remove all repeated letters (tsmwlfndvhr).
Then, fuse those letters into an abstract shape. The meaning of the letters takes a back seat to how they look on the page. Revise, twist, alter the image until it is no longer recognizable. This is the means by which the intention gets past conscious censors and into the paydirt of the powerful subconscious.
Like so:
As Grant Morrison, chaos magician and comic book writer, puts it: "You know you're done when it looks magic enough."
Now that you've encoded your desire, it's up to you to "charge the sigil." This means sending the symbol past your conscious mind into the fertile subconscious - gazing at the sigil when your conscious mind is turned off. (This mental state is occasionally referred to as "gnosis".)
Some people meditate. Others simply behold the sigil at the point of orgasm. Others go bungee jumping, burn their hands or dance themselves delirious. Whatever floats your boat. It's also possible to make sigil mantras that are chanted or sung, not drawn - just follow the same steps as above.
Finally, it's important to forget all about it. The more you dwell on your conscious desire, the more interference your subconscious will have in getting the job done. This is why sigils work best for little stuff - finding money, getting laid, scrounging cigarettes or discovering interesting used books. Something that's a major worry or total obsession doesn't work so well.
Experiment with pleasure. And feel free to charge the one up top. It could use the extra boost.
Posted by grant at February 25, 2002 02:00 PMI like the way you think..I've been searching, just searching for something to believe in.....Magick, Wicca, Goddess, God, I dont know, something to make my "boat float" I fear that I'll never find what I'm looking for....I don't even know what that is, but I believe that by searching it'll come into play, or something,
anyway, I found this page interesting and I'm going to try it. thanks.....jojo (female)
We invite you to stop by Thee Sigil Garden and perhaps plant a few seeds...
In the Light of KIA-
www.sigilgarden.com
Could you post a little more info on the chanted or sung sigil mantras?
Posted by: Rev. Beautiful Pyre on January 28, 2003 02:57 PMYou should be able to find plenty of material on that here, on Barbelith Underground and here, on the Webzine.
Basically, it's just working the same process, taking something sensible and abstracting it to a point where it's no longer recognizable. Instead of letters, use phonemes, or else add new vowels into into the string of consonants to make "magic words."
In the above example, "tsmwlfndvhr" could be chanted as "tosma wolfenda vohir," until a state of gnosis was achieved, then fired off and forgotten about. And, if it was done just right, a check would be in the metaphysical mail....
Oh yeah, I've done something similar to that!
Posted by: Rev. Beautiful Pyre on January 28, 2003 11:25 PM Grant Morrison introduced me to sigils in an essay i read a few weeks ago.In the essay Grant states that "sigils always work....i repeat, sigils ALWAYS work." Of course I immidiately proceeded to create several.
ive been making more over the past few days though ive only charged three. im sorta frightened and confused right now More importantly i am just abitdrunkonthepossibilities
i created a sigil from the sentance "it is my desire to work at -------- again". I used the letters TMDSRWKVCGN. I remember that the resulting sigil was perhaps more "witchy looking" than some of the other work ive done so far yet for the life of me i cant remember which sigil means what and now they all look pretty witchy. I do remember i was high on some good kind bud when i created this particular sigil.
i worked at this coffee place about three years ago and my manager was the greatest person ive ever known. we had a connection on a pretty deep level so we spent alot of time together until about eight months later when i had a falling out with the biggot store manager and walked out in the middle of my shift. apparently he couldnt understand that his biggotry and homophobic/gaybashing comments were not a desirable part of my work day. my freind (the other manager) was pretty dissapointed with me for walking out instead of trying to work it out.
Really there is know way the boss could have known that im gay, noone really does until i tell them and half of the time they dont believe me anyway. So i guess i should have stood up for myself but i was in the closet then and coming out to the boss wasnt on the agenda.(i came out 6 months later, go figure)
a few weeks later my old friend told me she has a boyfriend now and nolonger participates in one of the main activities of my daily life. i was certainly depressed and cant say i realy like the guy but thats probably just because he doesnt like me so my view of him is slightly skewered. i kept in touch with her andshetook many a smoke break to shoot the shit with me over theese past few years.
about 6 months ago the old boss quit and she became store manager. i realy wanted to work with those kids again(same kids, three years later-its a great environment.we had alot of fun)
but its been a while since ive felt close to her and ive been too shy to just ask for my job back, out of the blue and all.
last night i stayed up and charged a few sigils to the best of my ability. i then began reading from qabalah: amagickal primer by john bonner and the disinformation guide to magick and the occult. a couple hours later i looked at the clock and gueesed the time at around 2:30am. It was 6. the idea popped into my head to walk to the store for some coffee so i got up and began the mile walk to the nearest store when my father stopped to pick me up. i was feeling more alive than i have in a long time so i had him take me to town where i sat in starbucks(sigil?) and read from the dictionary until barnes and noble opened. down i walked to the bookstore with agrin on my face and active thoughts on my mind, enjoying the clarity of thought that comes from being in public without having to use pot as a social catylist.(i like people, i hate shoppers!)
i read about hermes and thoth and horus for the most part, using the idexes of various mythological books to absorb as much as possible on each of theese entities(ideas?)i got bored at around twelve so i walked to the mall across the street to find my friend who works there and would be sure to give me a ride home. Before i could find her i ended up talking to my old friend at the coffee shop just guessing shed be interseted in the wealth of thought provoking information i had found in the vien(icant spell vien!) of occult litterature. she was most intrigued and told me she would be sure to check it out. we chatted for awhile and then i headed out to find my friend. She agreed to give me a ride and we arranged to meet at the car 20 mins later. 40 mins later i went to look for her.
thats strange, shes at the coffe shop. ussualy hits the starbucks on the other end. i walk up to her and shes buying us cookies and coffee. shes never realy met my old boss.i wonder if she even remembers thst i used to work here?we stand near the counter and chat for a while, my coffee friend joining in whenever shes not busy.why are we waiting here?oh. her friend is getting a discount on shoes for her and she has to wait here.coffeeboss comes overand my friend says "can i work here"??!!so my manager friend says "yeah, we are hiring. can you be here on weekends?"no, she already works weekends.I see the oppurotunity. it doesnt seem to be an oppurotnity that will repeat itself. im shaking, sweating. i see the oppurotunity. i remember the sigil. i say "I could realy use a part time job". it took alot of courage for me to ask, though some may not understand this. she called headqauters for permission to rehire me. she asks me when i can start. tommorow? great!
i made the sigil three days ago. i figure i must have charged it last night, considering the events of today. i couldnt will myself to ask her for a job without the exact oppurotunity, or something just like it. it all seems to coordinated to be a coincedence. make your own judgements, im still a bit skeptical though who can argue with results?
now, about that visit to nepal.....WHAT WAS I THINKING? and how am i gonna find it amongst the other 10 symbols?oh well, nepal it is.
A I.B.M: Jacobus Burgundus Moliensis
Conjuro al guerrero espiritual
GARGANTAS DE LA TIERRA
A tí árbol longevo que oxigenas el aire
y en tu corteza muestras nuestro paso en el tiempo,
gravada con navajas, corazones y nombres,
promesas incumplidas que se las lleva el viento.
Ése viento crispado que arrastra a todo hombre
y hace mucho más grande su vanidad en la tierra.
Demuestra con su ciencia su gen de jerarquía
y es único animal que proclama las guerras.
Entierra y desentierra su origen de la vida,
asestando a su hermano mortal y cruda herida.
A ningún animal puede ser comparado,
por sus hechos sangrientos, como desmesurados
La runa que fue cruz, aun desprende la sabia
mezcla de sangre y luz, es eco en tus palabras
cruz de multiples formas, de rueca, pira y alma
ejemplo de tus yagas entre la sal y el agua
Ygdrassill y materia, cruz de la eterna vida
en tí está el manantial que cura las heridas,
se hace espejo en tu sombra el arpa del diablo
gigante tecnologico con sus pies en el barro
¡Cómo saben los tejos de la boca del hombre!
Dejan caer sus ramas hasta los cementerios,
asemejando formas con sus troncos...
Simiescas, tortuosas, a su antojo...
Nos hacen ver espectros fulgurantes y locos.
En tí árbol de vida y de conocimiento,
dos columnas erguidas son la base del templo,
Rosslyn, Notre Damme, Santiago, peregrinar sin aliento.
Profecías de la piedra angular del firmamento.
Estrellas que fueron hombres,
hombres que fueron maestros,
guías, gargantas heridas, incompresión de su tiempo.
Esculturas en la piedra, de aloe, maíz y viento.
Estudiando tus formas se escribieron las runas,
y una garganta abrió la voz del muerto.
Ventana de Fionn, ¿Qué es nuestro tiempo?
¿Pesadilla o rumor de la fortuna?
¡Ay, gargantas de la tierra, vórtices del universo,
que abren surcos entre vaguadas como fractales inmensos.
Maúllan, ladran y gritan. Lloran, ríen y hacen versos.
Cantan, suplican y rezan, por los vivos y los muertos.
De una garganta salimos, para ver la luz primera,
y en otra nos sumergimos,atravesando tinieblas.
Círculos de las cosechas, que del símbolo hacen eco.
Arquetípicas gargantas, de un siglo ya sin aliento.
¡Oh, la garganta de Sheela, vagina de parturienta,
vírgenes que no son puras, ¡Oh, gargantas de la presa!
Garganta, volcán y lava, oquedades de la piedra,
huracán apocalíptico, caballo blanco que llega.
Maremoto del Atlántico, (Garganta de la tragedia),
garganta estrella extinguida, ¡Siddhe de verde foresta!
Garganta de la calumnia, del desamor y la afrenta,
y garganta de cloaca, ¡Que el río ensucia y apesta!
Gargantas que se hacen eco de ése mal televisivo.
Gargantas suspiradoras añorando algún ser vivo
Gargantas que entre los labios llevan prendida una flor,
Gargantas que sólo escuchan, aprendiendo lo mejor.
Remolinos, torbellinos, fuego y lava, arena y tierra,
conjuro que abre el camino, desde el valle hasta la sierra,
una garganta te grita porque la puerta le cierras,
otra sin saber te invita a compartir sus miserias.
iffyapclw ooddbeubyt.
Posted by: Arthur on October 23, 2004 07:22 AMI like your design! Wery good!
Posted by: direct tv satellite on March 10, 2005 04:58 PMMuere nuestro universo con el árbol
el odio se convierte en cruda guerra
la poUtica ya no estará a salvo
herida y perforada se envenena la tierra.
pero en la vieja Escocia, la capilla de rosslyn
da vestigio del Roble y el Tejo en su crucero
y ggdrasill está entero y su colunma
se hiergue iluminando cual lucero.
Sobre su bello altar, sonora clave,
un cubitO universo, doscientas quince estrellas
cuatro rúnicos gebos, tres Isas, y en su nave
todo el conocinúento de nuestras torpes huellas.
s,~ El viejo Tejo Yggdrasill
El gigantesco tejo que plantaran los dioses
agoniza en el alma de los podridos hombres
sus ramas son papel de oscuras voces,
su tronco xalapartas de redobles.
Esculpidos en uno de sus lados
cimaticos diatonícos enseñan
junto a los trece músicos alados
la danza de la muerte entre la piedra
El regalo de Dios ya nos fue dado (Gebo)
y también se rasgó el velo del ternplo(Isa)
desentrañó la luz, limpió el pecado
y el espíritu humano está desierto.
profanado Inninsul con Jacques clavado
encapuchado s cubren su vergüenza
la venganza es clemencia en desalmados,
terroristas que no tienen conciencia.
Igual que clOS g~los que se aman
en honor y en palabra surge el mito
mientras el lienzo y la col\urma aguardan
a que la prueba sea superior al rito
De un codazo el espiritu fue al suelo
desprendido del cuerpo, desatado,
ya en soledad cabalga el compañero
sin tefiX>r a la muerte, despojado.
El átoroo marcó su torbellino
una noche en la piedra de este templo
ultrasonido fue contra destino
y fue en el siglo X'Xt,nuestro tiempo.
Rosslyn el primer clon para un cordero,
hizo arder el madero de la nada
su virgen de interior,: es desconsuelo
la de fuera del templo:,aguarda atada.
cuando el dragón haga brotar su llama
e ilunúne tres vírgenes a un tiempo
resurgirá el fervor que DOS reclaman
los que ayer eran vivos y hoy son muertos.
No hay tesoro en su nave, su nave es un tesoro
que envilece al mas noble y al villano
fuera ya de sus manos, también lloro
cuando bace hablar la piedra el artesano.
Luis Tejeiro, 2003.Copy rigbt