"Codified" Middle Pillar Ritual (MPR)

April 21, 2013, 1:04 pm

Codified Middle Pillar Ritual

*Always preform the Astral Body Expansion, and LBRP before the Middle Pillar Ritual.

1. Standing in a natural position. See with your magic eye, a Great Brilliant Sphere of white light above your head, about the size of a dinner plate. Reach up with the tip of your finger/wand/dagger, touch the sphere, feel its pulse, and draw a beam of white light down, and into your head at your third eye. The inside of your head now brims with white light, and your head radiates this brilliance like a miniature sun. Tap the tip of your finger/wand/dagger lightly, the middle of your forehead three times. The tip of your finger/wand/dagger now rests lightly in the middle of your forehead. ---------- See in front of you, projected from your magic/3rd eye, the planetary symbol of Uranus. This Symbol suddenly gets so large it swallows you. You are now in the realm of Uranus. Your Uranus planetary body now stands before you. TOGETHER, both of your will chant (a long drawn out speaking of) Uranus. (The Realm of Uranus appears as a HIGHLY futuristic realm, lasers, super advanced technology, towering, and floating buildings. Very clean, and very bright. Lots of the white, and platinum.) (UUUUUUUURRRRAAAANNNNNNUUUUUUSSSSSS), at least four times. Let the realm of Uranus quickly fade away, and you are back where you where. The white light decends down in a beam, and settles in your throat.
2. Lightly tap the center of your throat three times. A sphere of dark/black purple (concord grape color) appears, and grows to the size of a grapefruit. The tip of your finger/wand/dagger, rests now lightly on the middle of your throat. The magical planetary symbol of Pluto is projected from your throat. See This Symbol suddenly gets so large it swallows you. You are now in the realm of Pluto. Your Pluto planetary body now stands before you. TOGETHER, both of your will chant (a long drawn out speaking of) Pluto. (The Realm of Pluto appears as a dark, fearsome, yet immensely powerful realm. Lots of strange towers, braziers of fire, very mafioso, mansions, and lavish taverns. Huge cavern entrances, and billows of narcotic, and hallucinogenic. Lots of purple, red, and black) (PLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUTOOOOOOO), at least four times. Let the realm of Pluto quickly fade away, and you are back where you where. The white light descends down in a beam, and settles in your solar plexus.
3. Lightly tap the center of your solar plexus three times. A sphere of brilliant gold appears, and grows to the size of a grapefruit. The tip of your finger/wand/dagger, rests now lightly on the middle of your solar plexus. The magical planetary symbol of Sol is projected from your solar plexus. See This Symbol suddenly gets so large it swallows you. You are now in the realm of Sol. Your Sol planetary body now stands before you. TOGETHER, both of your will chant (a long drawn out speaking of) Sol. (The Realm of Sol appears as a Elysium Field of staggering beauty. Huge golden towers, and castles dot the fields, and the sky is clear, with hues of dawn, noon, and dusk.) (SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL), at least four times. Let the realm of Sol quickly fade away, and you are back where you where. The white light descends down in a beam, and settles in your genitals.
4. Lightly tap the center of your genitals times. A sphere of bright purple appears, and grows to the size of a grapefruit. The tip of your finger/wand/dagger, rests now lightly on the middle of your genitals. The magical planetary symbol of Luna is projected from your genitals. See This Symbol suddenly gets so large it swallows you. You are now in the realm of Luna. Your Luna planetary body now stands before you. TOGETHER, both of your will chant (a long drawn out speaking of) Luna (if female), Lunar (If male). (The Realm of Luna appears like Las Vegas at night with a strong Sumerian/Babylonian bent. Flashing colors, great towering images of sexual natures, screens of projected dream imagery. Lost of bright purples, violets, hues of blue, and red. ) (LLLLLLLUUUUUUUUNNNNNAAAAAAAA or LLLLLLLUUUUUUUNNNNNNAAAAARRRRR), at least four times. Let the realm of Luna quickly fade away, and you are back where you where. The white light descends down in a beam, and settles in your feet.
5. Lightly grip, and release the floor with your toes hree times. A sphere of gorgeous black appears, and grows to the size of a dinner plate, feel the sphere pulse (The top half covers your feet, the bottom extends underneath your feet, into the ground). The tip of your finger/wand/dagger, rests at your genitals, but points directly at your feet. The magical planetary symbol of Terra appear under your feet (with you in the middle of the encircled equal armed cross) See This Symbol suddenly gets so large it swallows you. You are now in the realm of Terra. Your Terra planetary body now stands before you. TOGETHER, both of your will chant (a long drawn out speaking of) Terra. (The Realm of Terra appears as a primordial landscape of harsh, wild, and super powered version of any climate or terrain on earth) (TEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA), at least four times. Let the realm of Terra quickly fade away, and you are back where you where.
6. Now allow the sphere to fade away, and slowly let your self come back to normal consciousness.

Finished.

- Uncle Bear Heart

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Xenu is on the lam

April 24, 2013, 12:11 am

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Everyone should know by now that I consider Crowley to be a spectacular representation of human filth, a early British Intelligence PAWN, and all around dirty pedophile fuck bag. I consider the O.T.O, and all deviant forms of Thelema, to be nothing more then shit stains in Crowley putrid underwear.

I also strong hate L.Ron Hubbard, just not as much as I despise Crowley.

In a conversation I had today, it delight me to remember the chance I got to spell out the rampant gay ass sex Crowley, and Hubbard traded back and forth to a room full of asexual Thelemites.

This is a REAL meeting of the...ummm....minds.... between the two.. and Jack Parson also got in all all that..hot.. gross criminal old man, on even grosser criminal old man action. I also delighted in pointing out that, Crowley's HGA

Known as "The Lam"...or by anotehr name, I don't even wish to mention, and Hubbard's Devil of Scientology, Xenu; seem to share a strong resemblance.

Hey ladies... I think he is single... psyche... Xenu, and The Lam, both prefer ten year old boys....

Grey Alien anal sex..... gives new mean to, "50 shades of Grey" LOL

The Grays are the, "Dane Cooks" of evil off world influences, at least with Reptilians, you get the prestige of killing one, the honor of slayer a Dragon, with Greys....yes, kill them, but I feel they present less to brag about, but... that is just me.

Crowley wasn't even awesomely evil enough to traffic with Reptilians.... that just makes him even MORE worthless, and ALL his, "occult", insights, are the channeled work of annoying Dane Cook-like bug faces.... that should be a big red flag for anyone with half a brain. Plus... he traded butt sex with L.Ron Hubbard...EWWWWWWWW.

Somewhere in all that lube, and smeared fecal matter, The Lam, and Xenu where born. Keep that image in mind, when someone is preaching about the, "wisdom", of Crowely, or the lunacy of Hubbard. Ask yourself... should you really take seriously, what a bunch of gray alien twat,s channeled through their empty headed meat puppets???? The answer is no.

-Uncle Bear Heart

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Who is Saint George???

April 29, 2013, 2:00 pm

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*This was meant to be a specific reply, but, it needed to become a full posting.

Ok, Saint George, or Good George. Like most, "saints", Good George was NOT, nor was he ever, a Christian. His story, and image, was hijacked by early Christians in an attempt to make the, "transition", for the pagan people, subjected to torture, murder of family, starvation, and fear, easier, as they had Christianity forced on them.

I will admit, Christianity did a stellar job stealing Good George, and covering their tracks. I believe he was one of the first, and thereby most successful co-opting of old pagan deities.

Because the old tribal paganism of Europe is so vast, and so old, it is hard to pin-point exactly what Good George meant to all of them. But, it is likely that most saw him as a solar deity, and probably a type of Oak King.

Good George originally was a champion, a warrior for a tribe, that trained only for fighting. He probably wasn't even a, “hunter”, but someone trained by the hunters to hunt humans, (or from what I have been initiated into, sometimes non-humans. In the opening scene of the X-Files MOVIE, you see two prehistoric men coming to kill an ET.... that would be a very early example of the Good George energy), he was taught the secret of metal working, and taught to use all the weapons the tribe had knowledge of. He was expected to die early, and heroically. If there was a problem, he had better be the first to go, and fix it.

The, "Knight", aspects came largely with Christianity, and worked well in explaining Good George's, "champion", roots.

Good George, as an Oak King, represented Summer. This is a deep, and high level mystery as it also expressed the vision of the afterlife, and reincarnation ideas of the paganism of Europe.

Good George is the Summer, in both the transitory (each individual Summer season) and the Season of Summer itself (The very season of Summer, the indestructible nature).

All the trees, animals, people, and lives of each individual summer are temporary. But Summer will come again, and we are are eternal as that, “forever”, summer. Each incarnation we have is an individual summer season which will pass, but we all have that eternal summer nature, and we shall all have another individual season of summer season once more.

Good George in his pagan stories killed many, many monsters of tribal legends. Like Thor, Marduk, Zues, Orion, Sigferd, etc; the monsters Good George slayed, where largely reptilian in nature (again, from my initiations, this held significant meaning).

The Christians where able to transpose their feelings of dragons, and paganism, as a whole upon a single creature, their now, co-opted Saint George killed.

Good George as a Oak King, was locked into eternal conflict was his arch-enemy the Holy King. This conflict would breed progress, and mastery, continual striving to get better, and success as a spiritual virtue. Steel sharpens steel, so for Good George to forever get stronger, he needed an energy to that would forever challenge him, and he could challenge it, in return.

There are huge amounts of mysteries here between the Oak, and the Holy, that I will detail at another time, but it is important to mention this opposing, but complementary adversarial energy.
The early Christians attempted to co-opt the Oak vs Holy King saga, and even supplicated in their own early war propaganda. The would have Good George (The Red or Summer Knight) battle, and of course defeat, the Turkish (Muslim) Knight (Black(sometimes green) Winter). In most stories he kills the Turkish knight, in a few, the Turkish Knight is badly wounded, and in converted to Christianity.

In G.O.O.D.S, I was initiated, and taught the Cult of Good George, in a pagan, and non-Christian form. I understand how the iconography was stolen, adapted, and largely unquestioned for generations. But I promise, Good George IS NOT a Christian, anymore then most the other, “saints”, are.

Like holidays, sacred rites, rituals, and the crucifixion mystery itself, Christianity stole these things from other religions, sects, and cults, and made them, “Christian”. Christianity is among the most unimaginative, and crude spiritualistic around, however, it's promise of “do-nothing be believe”, and “Jesus will save you, do everything for you”, appeals to the base, and lazy qualities, that have long been conditioned into humanity.

I find this interesting, because apathy, and victim-hood, is what Good George stood against to most. I think this is largely why most people will revere an Archonic energy like Michael, rather then Good George. I don't think Good George works well with most Christians, and for such reason, Michael is the favored patron of christian warriors, and soldiers. Good George just simply does not recognize them championing his causes, so he rarely answers their prayers.

In my teaching, it was said that England was given to Good George to appease him, and still, he seems to be a distant, “saint”, to most Christians. Not even giving him England, would sway him to be a force for Christianity. That says a lot.

You will more likely find Good George in non-christian magical traditions like (Here of course), but Palo Myombre, Quimbanda, Santeria, Voudu, and traditions of Brujia, and only then as an image for Ogun, or Zarabanda. In my tradition we keep Good George, as Good George.

I hope this clears somethings up, and as we good forward, I will reveal a great deal more about Good George. His lance, his armor, his horse, his banner, his wound, his blood, his anger, etc.

-Uncle Bear Heart.

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Reporting For Duty Ritual, A Daily Healing, and Energy Reclamation Ritual. Begin TODAY!

May 2, 2013, 3:28 pm

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This is a powerful re-claiming, and healing ritual. This ritual is done in the presence of Prime Creator. This ritual will begin to restore you, which will be an ongoing, and continuing process. Once you have done this ritual for about 3 years, the ritual will then move one to repairing parts of past lives you have lived, and move back towards the very origins of who you are. Your present incarnation is the most outer layer of all that you are, and have been. This ritual works from the outside in, returning, back to the very center.

This is also a type of daily, "check in". A, "reporting for duty", that once again further aligns you to the planetary high magic of G.O.O.D.S,the House, and the Shed of Rebellion. This aligns you spiritual, magically, and further restores all your humanity; your birth right, blessing, and destiny.

Once you start you may notice, "little shifts", in your life. This will last for a couple months. You MAY get slightly sick, this is the purification process, and you will health very quickly, and feel even better, and stronger then before. This should be done daily, and is meant, like all the other rituals of Planetary High Magic, be a ever increasing vibration that infuses with your astral body/energy matrix, which manifests into your life.

How to do this:

1.LBRP
2.MPR

Light a white candle, a candle dedicated to Prime Creator.

See the brilliant sphere of white light above you grow to enormous proportions. The white light casacades down, all around you.

Now recite the following;

"Roaring with the fire of the hottest brand I call out to the highest of the high, the holiest of holy that which even the Gods kneel before. The great whirling forth of light and sound, so awesome, that all the universe it but a reflection and echo to its mighty undulations! I, now and forever, reclaim all that is mine, all that I was born with, all my strength and beauty, all my scattered parts and broken pieces!

I lay them before the great Gods of the forge and call to them!

Hail Vulcan!
Hail Weylend!
Hail Brigit!
Hail Hephaestus!

Come by the name of the most high! Come breath live into the eternal fires of your great forges, work the great bellows, I call forth the four winds to aid you!

Come east wind Erus!

Come south wind Notus!

Come west wind Zephyerus

Come north wind Boreus!

In the name of the most high I call you to aid the great Gods of the forge!

Great masters, lords and ladies of the forge I am a human, your skilled hands wove together all that I am; you have held my race in its infancy. My skin, flesh, bones and sinews, my tendons, teeth and nails are all evidence of your divine mastery. However, I am broken, I have in me parts that are alien to our race, I have been re-engineered by entities that lack your talent, and I have been shattered by creations not natural to this world.

I stand before you in need of repair! I place myself once again in your hands, at the orders of the Great War general Lord Mars who needs me to be made whole again, that I receive the required upgrades to advance my human evolution without the corrupted reptilian tampering. If I am to have some of this alien programming then let it be so, but, only with the appropriate adjustments done by your hands, I have no doubt that you can take their cumbersome lead and transmute it to sparkling gold.

Place me on your forge Great Gods of Creation! I am ready for your alterations! I am ready to feel the purifying heat from the Hearths fires of Hestia and Vesta, I am ready to feel the force of your hammer, I am ready to have all that is poisonous, all that is false, all the astral mechanisms placed on me to keep me dumb and docile drained from me, I am ready to be repaired, remade and reformed into what is my original image.

I am ready to be plunged into the sacred waters to be cleansed of all the guilt, regret, and remorse that I have let stain me. They are not naturally a part of me. The alien programming that had infiltrated out race taught us to hoard guilt like those scaly fuckers hoard gold. This is meant to weigh us down and to turn us against one another. No longer!

Lords and Ladies of the forge, Lord Mars orders that you give me his mark and the mark of Lady Venus upon my soul. That all entities may know that I am of the great mystery of the Rose and the Thorn so that I may have the authority of one who stands with humanity and against the scum of treachery and oppression.

Being that I bear the mark of Lord Mars and Lady Venus I need you to fashion me a lance and shield worthy of the Mystery of the Rose and the Thorn.

May the lance gleam like the sun, like the fire in my heart, the splendor of the most high, may my arm that wields it be strong and terrible in battle like my father Mars, may it strike like lighting!

May my shield protect me, cover and surround me like the arms of my mother Venus, so that I might cover and defend her!

I have heard and answered the The Marsarian Assemblage for the Preparation for Astral War!

Lords and Ladies of the forge! Craft your masterpiece! I will repay you through deeds of courage and valor, strength and honor, will and persistence!

Hail Lord Mars! I have heard your call, weapons at the ready, ready to be made strong through exercise; I am reporting to be trained in the skills of war and magick!

Lady Venus, Hail! I am here; I am inspired by your beauty, I know no fear in your presence I gather now with the others, our backs to you and out laces point to our enemies!

We beg them not to charge, we ask them not to take the field of battle but that is all we can do.

For if and when they charge to take what is not theirs to take, our lances will be swift, shields impenetrable, and our circle unbreakable, they impale themselves on us! It is no fault of ours!

If they choose this folly, may their deaths be quick, may they not suffer needlessly, may their blood feed the astral and may the on-lookers learn from their grave mistake!

I pray that something good may come of this. May the corpses of these vile beings do in death what they could not in life, to feed and support beauty that beauty may inspire strength!

Beauty is the Rose, Strength is the Thorn, Mother is Venus, Father is Mars, I am made from both beauty and strength, the child of Mars and Venus, a cupid, one who knows the love of mother Venus enough to know it must be shared and who has the strength of Father Mars in order to do the sharing of it."

Stamp your left foot NINE times to ground this healing, reclamation, and acknowledgement that you are ready to walk this path.

NOW you may preform the formulation of astral armor.

-Uncle Bear Heart

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G.O.O.D.S daily ritual routine.

May 7, 2013, 9:40 pm

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G.O.O.D.S daily routine!

Ok, stay with me. I am getting this codified, and ready to go. Some things on the list you will have, some you will not, and I will have that information on the blog VERY soon. Here is the process of daily rituals, and their order. Write this down, follow along the best you can!

Do this daily!

AM

1. Acknowledgment of Prime Creator, sphere of personal influence(http://grandorderofdracoslayers.blogspot.ca/2013/05/all-prime-creator-wants-is-for-you-to.html)
2. LBRP (http://grandorderofdracoslayers.blogspot.ca/2013/04/the-codified-lesser-banishing-ritual-of.html)
3. Middle Pillar Ritual(http://grandorderofdracoslayers.blogspot.ca/2013/04/codified-middle-pillar-ritual-mpr.html)
4. Reporting for Duty/Healing, and reclamation ritual (http://grandorderofdracoslayers.blogspot.ca/2013/05/reporting-for-duty-ritual-daily-healing.html)
5. Formulation of the Magical Armor (codification coming soon)

PM

1. Lesser Banishing Ritual (http://grandorderofdracoslayers.blogspot.ca/2013/04/the-codified-lesser-banishing-ritual-of.html)
2. Formulation of the Magical Armor (Codification coming soon)

I understand that there have been some different rituals, and formulations put out in the past. But this my codification, rectification, and my reclamation.

Any questions, drop them on the blog. I am going to make this happen. Anyone asking where to begin, they begin here! I am going to fucking rocket launch these rituals out so that NOTHING gets in the way between you, and them. This is the work!! BE DRAGON SLAYERS!!!!

-Uncle Bear Heart

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Santisima Muerte: The why, and how.

May 8, 2013, 4:02 pm

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I have recently made the public admission that I am presently working with Santisima Muerte, not only that, I have also been brought into a house run out of South America where I am receiving the necessary preparations to become initiated into her inner court, and be a true, honest priest of her's.

This all happened, due to my late mentor, and Spiritual Father. He divined the paths of my destiny, and when the doors where ready to be opened, I would be ushered in. That has happened.

I was introduced to Santisima Muerte when I was living in Santa Ana, California. I did not do anything with her then. In fact I saw her as a passing fad, a saint figure that the idiot Wicca groups would try, and co-opt at first, then quickly loose interest when she didn't respond to the goddess chanting of granola munching hippie rejects.

While I was correct about the Wiccans, I simply could not have been more wrong about her as a passing fad, especially when it came to her involvement in my life. I was woefully very, very wrong.

I did not pick Santisima Muerte. I never, "pick", deities, or spirits. She picked me, and she did so in a way that literally ripped me out from a dead sleep, and reshaped my world forever.

It is no secret I am a son of Thor. I love Thor. I will die with Thor in my heart. I might even die screaming his name, and charging a legion of enemies. So when Santisima Muerte, used Thor to declare her intentions with me, I knew this was no casual introduction.

In one of the mystery stories of Thor, Thor is challenged by the giants to three feats of strength. He is dared to chug a drinking horn, lift a common cat, and wrestle/pin an old woman.

Thor is insulted that these giants would appoint to him such petty tasks.

Thor callously grabs the drinking horn, and chugs until his stomach distends, but the horn remains full. Thor then attempts to lift the cat from the floor, but for all his might he can only heft the cat to his hip. Lastly he wrestles the old woman. When they lock-up with such thunderous force, the whole earth trembles, and the oceans around the world become choppy, tidal waves formulate, mountains rise, and fall. However, after such an immense effort Thor is only able to bring the old woman to a knee.

Thor expects the giants to ridicule him. But, he finds the giants terrified. Perplexed Thor demands an explanation. The giants admit they sought to humiliate Thor. However, the drinking horn was really all the world's oceans, and he drank so much, he depleted the oceans by a foot in depth. The cat was actually, the monstrous world serpent which wraps around the entire world seven times. Thor lifted this monster to his hip! Lastly the old woman is really DEATH, and even the Gods will eventually fall to her. But Thor wrestled her to a knee!!!

Using this dream as a template, I watched the titanic match up between Thor, and death disguised as an old women. I originally thought that this was a dream sent to me by Thor, but...no. But as the battle commenced, the old woman turned her face to me, and said, "I am Santisima Muerte, and this is my strength!" I could see her skeletal face, done up in the, "Skull Candy", fashion.

While I don't think Santisima Muerte is, "Death", in the Norse tradition, she certainly used the iconography masterfully well, and left an impression that I will forever be unable to shake.

Since that time she appears to me in a "bridal" form, in a radiantly white dress. She carries with her an active, gleaming scythe. She has just stepped out of a fiery chamber, cleansed, pure, and white hot. An aura of fire still surrounds her. This image is unique to me, and in the tradition I am inheriting, each child of her's (those she has chosen), receive a very "personalized" image of her to work with. I will eventually receive a personal image of her, in her Red, and Black aspects as well, only when she feels I am ready to receive them.

She has told me that she approved of the G.O.O.D.S agenda, and wants me to earn her priesthood that she might be a force within the house.

As I am allowed to do so, I will share what I learn about her with you. She is powerful, she is quick, she is demanding of you, but she wants the best for her children, and she is ready to get your best out of you.

Yes, she is very popular with Mexican criminals. But so is Saint Jude, Mary, and Saint Expedite. They work primarily with her, "black" aspect, her most feral, and wild form. In this form she is like a wounded animal roaming the desert at night. Dangerous, fringe, and aggressive. There is a mystery of, "isolation", in this aspect. Much like the, "isolated", group of criminal who revere this part of Santisima Muerte, this is the fringe exception, and NOT the rule.

I' am still a developing, growing, expanding, and adapting magician. My destiny, since my Saturn's return at 33 years old, has really, "just", begun. I will share amazing things, and offer the opportunity for initiations into magical practices rarely "authentically" available to all who have the courage to journey with me.

-Uncle Bear Heart

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Speaking of Thor.....

May 8, 2013, 4:22 pm

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I also told you all that I was adopted, and I was recently contacted by my birth mother. She brought to me much needed ancestral connections, and brought me in contact with my bloodline. I have two younger sisters, and a brother I have yet to meet. Just MINUTES ago... and I write this because I have to do it now, I will be unable latter. My birth mother sent me a pic of my birth father! Thor, in ALL the many, many ways he could have appeared to me, Thor chose to use HIS image, the long blonde hair, the face, no facial hair, and the build of MY BIRTH FATHER to appear to me... I am in a state of shock. Until TODAY, I have NEVER seen him. EVER. My birth father has still NEVER seen me. I will need some time to process this. Holy fuck.... this is how raw this shit gets people..... seriously fucking raw. I am so shaken, awed, and amazed, I can't, wow... just wow. Son of Thor.... makes so much fucking sense.

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Codified: Working with prime Creator/Sphere of Personal Influence.

May 10, 2013, 2:59 pm

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All Prime Creator wants is for you to evolve, and embrace your higher self. This is an ongoing, and lifelong process. As you evolve, and expand, Prime Creator can also progress, and expand. This should be an empowering, and relatively humbling revelation. YOU are a key component to the furthering, and continual progress of the entire universe. As Prime Creator grows, and develops, this give YOU room to do the same. As you grow, and develop, Prime Creator is given license to do the same.

YOU ARE FULLY CONNECTED TO THIS HIGHEST SOURCE. All you are, and all your, “could” be, is contained in the boundless possibility of the ultimate creative principle of the universe, who is, “Prime Creator”. You becoming your Higher Self, is the ONLY worship Prime Creator wants. Your time, your effort, your continual pursuit of self betterment, is the sacrifice, the merit, the proof; of your devotion.

All other deities, and spirits are on their own continual evolution as well. Be wary of this all, “one”, idea, or, “aspects”. This idea tends to make non-physical realities into, “thought forms”, which is absolute folly. Beings like Thor, Osain, or Exu, are very real, and very separate intelligences, and NOT merely, “masks”, of Prime Creator.

You MUST connect with this pinnacle of creative energy to fully realize your higher potential. This connection will strengthen, purify , and increase clarity with all over intelligences. The lies a mystery between A-Z here. First, you are in line with all your physical ancestors or which you are the most outer shell, most recent link (unless you have children) of that mighty chain, and second; There is a spiritual inheritance from all your past incarnations, which forms yet another chain.

Aligning yourself with Prime Creator, is bringing yourself into alignment with both those chains. As those chains, or, of physical, and spiritual inheritance are strengthened, and cleansed, you too, become strengthened, and cleansed.

Honoring Prime Creator

A single white candle: A pure white 7 day, glass encased novella candle, works really well.

This candle can be put on ANY altar. We ALL come from Prime Creator, and all things use this energy. So placing it on your Good George altar, is prefect.

Dedicate the candle to, “Prime Creator'. Say, “I dedicate this candle to Prime Creator, and my continual advancement towards my higher self.”

Light the candle.

I advise, as much as possible, to let this candle burn. If it is in a glass encased novella, it is fine. But, for whatever reason, if you cannot let it burn when you are not around to watch the candle, then that is Ok. Simply re-light the candle when you are around.

Everyday, stand in front of this candle, and see the brilliant dazzling white light sphere above your head. Reach above your head with both arms, and as you bring your arms down, in a long drawn out “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

Have a brilliant bright white light beam focus down around, through, and all around you.

Raise your arms again, and bring them down to your wait once more, as you chant out, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

The light gets more intense.

Now, raise your arms again, now as you lower your arms, say, “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

The light is now even MORE intense.

Lastly, raise your arms, and has you lower, chant, “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-AHHHHHHHHHH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”.

*It is a vibrational formula of IAO.... NO Crowley did not, “invent” it, NO, it is not owned by the Golden Dawn, NO, Heretics did not “create” it. It is REALLY old, and one day I will give a ton more details about it.

The white light should now almost be blinding.

Spend some time (a minute, or more) absorbing this while, and letting it begin to stream out of all your pours. This is, “life force”, or “Ashe”, and this will fill, and replenish the energy in all your cells, your ATP.

Ask Prime Creator to heal, repair, and strengthen your auric field/sphere of personal influence. Also ask Prime Creator to remove all alien, evil, and unnatural presences from your sphere of personal influence.

This is a continual, ongoing, and life long process. You will see results, and see them fast. However, as you heal, your ancestors heal, and your past lives heal, etc, etc, onward, and every forward (sound familiar?)

Once you have done this, you are now ready to perform all other G.O.O.D.S related material, and in my experience, ANY other magical/religious working.

-Uncle Bear Heart.

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May 15, 2013, 2:29 am

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The H.A.H.B is nearing its final stage. Some questions for all of YOU. Do you want it as a e-book, a hard copy, or maybe, the option for both? Shipping is VERY getting expensive (especially internationally), and I want everyone to be able to easily afford one. ALL WHO DONATED GET A FREE COPY, AND SOMETHING ELSE THAT I AM WORKING ON, THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!! Please weigh-in on this, so I know what direction to take it.

Also. The Artwork... I love it! My illustrator is Kevin Kindel. If you have any artwork needs, concept design, or editing, Kevin IS THE MAN! He will be my illustrator for all forth coming works of mine, for this, and other projects.

Take a look for yourself!

Contact him at kevinkindel@gmail.com

-Uncle Bear heart

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May 21, 2013, 2:57 am

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This is an exercise you can do anytime, but can also be linked with the Prime Creator daily ritual. While the rituals like, empowering, and healing your sphere of personal influence (aura), including the formation of the celestial/magical armor; work but increasing your personal vibrations from the astral body toward your physical body, this exercise floods your cells with divine light, and this energy radiates from your physical body OUT towards your astral body.

This is level ONE of the DNA repair & latent DNA unlocking sequence of the G.O.O.D.S Magical Tradition of Planetary Ritual High Magic.

As you are standing in the pillar of light called down from the brilliant sphere of Uranus (which is the energy substance most closest to Prime Creator), and as you are standing in your brilliant sphere of personal influence, as your self, “what would my body look like if I was completely filled with Uranus brilliant white light?”

Your mind will respond with an image. Like the bird of paradise... (it comes ONLY to an open hand), allow your mind to FUCKING GENTLY hold the image in magic, or third eye.

You will feel this image BECOME reality. Hold this image, AND this feeling as... you guessed it, FUCKING GENTLY in your magic eye.

*This method (ask, and respond) is particularly useful for all people who have a hard time visualizing. Such as, “ what does an ankylosaurus look like downing a fifth of whiskey?”, your mind WILL furnish an image. Just gently recall that same image, over, and over again, and allow that image to create physical, astral changes.

You will feel you body little vibrate, and a sense of restoration, bliss-like emotions, and courage. At some point you will feel the light trickle out the center of the palm of your hands, and from the center of the soles of your feet. If that sounds like part of the Crucifixion mystery, then you have assimilated another initiatory, and piece of that TRUE puzzle, before Christianity just near completely fucked it, but we are changing that.

What is happening here is that I am helping to turn you into a power transmitted, and transceiver, with serious protection. I am turning you into a virtual, “lighting rod”, for planetary transmissions.... BIG HINT there people....

You will also ever linked closer to the imaginable creative force of Prime Creator, and this fresh, healing energy will empower, expanse, and improve your cellular functions, as well as I was taught”, unlock latent (higher potential..... Prime Creator's only worship) DNA abilities.

For the T.I.s (Targeted Individuals) who have contacted me. I advise you add this to your daily rituals. How I know this can help? I shouldn't say, but I feel, and I hope, this helps you.

More to come.

-Uncle Bear Heart

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May 23, 2013, 10:44 pm

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Alright. I have received a VERY serious message. It has been divined I absolutely NEED to preform a number of cleansings, and purifications. I am in the process of receiving initiations into a magical-religious tradition, what was divined by my Spiritual Father/Mentor. These are serious issues, and I must give them their appropriate due. On top of that, over a decade of magical, and even physical battles, have REALLY taken there toll on me. I have been told that if I do not take a sabbatical, and do what has been divined, I will become very vulnerable. However, if I follow the readings, make the appropriate offerings, and purifications; I will come back stronger, better, and with entrance into a linage that I was divined by my mentor before he died, to be a part of many years ago.

You have the daily rituals, you have the well over a year's worth of material. Be smart!!! Take your health VERY seriously. Make good friends, strengthen your connections with your family. Stand up for what is right. Be courageous.

Good George rides where the dragons are, he will take you. Until then, train, do your rituals, and be a person of value.

My sabbatical should only be 30 (ish) days.

-Uncle Bear Heart

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Astral Projection that WORKS, and a quote requested.

May 24, 2013, 8:12 pm

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Sometimes an occultist likes to keep a few of his secrets, but I will stop holding on to this one. There is fuck ton of astral projection exercises. Most of them are just plain retarded. However, there are a few that do work. You must settle on ONE, and practice, practice, practice. If you introduce too many variations, you will NEVER achieve a true astral projection. To consciously astrally project you must train the method INTO yourself, and expect that it probably take some time.

This is THE way I was taught. I like this method because it is circular. Meaning, that I can keep logically preforming the actions, and my analytical mind won't erect obstacles to trying and figure what I am doing.

Example, the Indian rope trick projection technique. It works, I have used it, and I sometimes still employ it, HOWEVER, I believe this method to be culturally linked. The western mind, I believe, due to culture issues, has a hard time assessing the purpose, and that is where the failure, for many who attempt to employ it, comes from. The premise for Hindu/Folk India magicians, is that a rope hangs above their bodies, and their astral body begins to climb the rope, until they they astrally project. In the Hindu culture, idea such as “eternal, and forever”, and the abstractness of those ideas, are readily accepted. In the western mind, “expects”, and measures, and calculates too much, and many western magicians employing this technique.... literally run out of rope, their analytical mind will erect huge barriers to prevent them from moving beyond their own cultural beliefs, and conditioning.

Therefore, my mentor found a technique that DOES make sense, and is circular, has a beginning, and an logical ending point, which can be performed, ad nauseum, but the genius is that you are still actively, astrally engaged the entire time.

Process:

Find five small (size of regular rocks that you throw at old people) quartz crystals. Carry them with you for week (pocket, purse, backpack, whatever). Sleep with them next to your bed, or under your bed. You are literately programming the crystalline structure of the quartz with your own energetic signature.

After a week, place, #1 next to, or under your bed. Place #2, somewhere else in you home, or apartment, place #3 next to the front, or back door of our house, or apartment, place #4 some where outside your home, or apartment (your can bury it if you want), and #5, place somewhere further outside your home, you can also bury that one too.

So now you have created a trial of quartz crystals, with your energy signature.

Now, as you relax, and prepare yourself to sleep. Imagine (astral body) getting out of bed, and picking up the #1, and putting it in you pocket, or whatever, and then collecting #2, then #3, #4, lastly #5. Now you are outside of your house, but you have not yet fully transferred your consciousness over to your astral body. So, now you retrace your steps, place #5 BACK where it goes, and then #4, and then #3, #2, and finally #1. Now, re-collect those quartz pieces, etc, etc, etc.

You will either fall asleep reenacting this process, realize you are dreaming, and have a lucid dream when you are looking for the quartz and you realize your not in your house, or apartment but on a space station surrounded by Victorian era girls (NOT A BAD DREAM! :) ), or you will feel a buzzing sensation wash over your body (GO WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and you will astrally project. Once this happens, it will get easier, and easier to re-create. So start working on it!

Ok, someone asked me about a quote I made, here it is

“Any God, or Government that demands you live on your knees, does so ONLY to make it easier to force their dick in your mouth”.

Sabbatical starts now!'

-Uncle Bear Heart

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My initiation into a High Priest of Wicca.

June 5, 2013, 6:02 am

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I get many questions about the tradition of Wicca I inherited. While the tradition of Wicca I practice, and teach are not part of the G.O.O.D.S tradition officially, it comes from the same mentor, and they are extremely complementary to one another. I am working on some memoirs, and organizing my linage for future endeavors. This is a sampling of what my initiation into a 3rd Degree High Priest of Wicca looked like. You will notice that it is profoundly different from that found in books, or the experiences typically had by others. Some future editing may be needed, but its good for right now.

"I awoke with a start early on the third morning of my initiation. I felt the earth begin to shake, but it may have been just been a dream. The sun's rays where barely visible on the horizon, and I looked up to see my mentor's sword still dangling above my head. The sword hung from a thin braiding of red, black, and white threads, tied to a branch on a gnarled Hawthorne tree. Should the sword fall during my initiation, it may signify that the God, or the Goddess where displeased in someway, and a divination would need to be cast to identify the cause of their displeasure, and deciphered what appeasements, if any, could be made so I might continue.

The fire was reduced to mere embers, and I was so numb from the cold, I had lost almost all feeling in my body. I struggled just to sit up, forcing my self to open, and close my hands frantically to get blood flowing in my arms again. After several minutes of vigorous rubbing my upper body, and legs, enough blood was once again circulating that I could crawl over to the dying fire to try blowing life back into it. The fire responded, and a weak flame emerged from the glowing char. I positioned myself so that was on my hands, and knees over what fire I could muster out of the the ashes. I finally got warm enough that I could stand, and start looking for twigs or branches that might have fallen from the tree on to the ground.

At no time was I ever to break branches, or twigs off the Hawthorn tree. The Hawthorn was the Great Goddess, her conduit into my initiation. The fire was the Great God, and his conduit into my initiation. They alone would decide if I was to be warm, or not. More then a few times during my nine day initiation, both the fire, and the tree spoke to me on several occasions in distinct, audible voices.

My camp was contained within a circle stones, all blessed by my mentor. Under no circumstances was I to leave the perimeter of those blessed stones, unless my mentor directed me too. In the last days of my initiation, I experienced wildly lucid visions of a mountain lion stalking around my circle, and a whole herd of horses stampeding towards me. All tricks, and illusions weaved by the fey, and other nature spirits to test me. These phantoms would dissipate into mist just before passing through this magical barrier. I held my position with the boundary with stalwart conviction.

Every morning I made a small blood offering with a razor blade, no more than a few drops to the Goddess, and the God, on at the roots of the tree, and into the fire. This was a thank you for facilitating my initiation, and offering me protection. Blood offerings are typically frowned upon in contemporary Wicca, but they are essential in the tradition I inherited, albeit rare. I would also give incantations to the Ancient Ones, the nature spirits, my ancestors, and the keeper of the crossroads; not only for the parts they played in getting me here, but for their aid in getting me through this.

I wore only a pair of khaki shorts, with a dark red canvas cloak, which seconded as a blanket. My body was filthy, covered in dirt, blood, and bruises. I had a mouth guard to protect my teeth during the grueling physical trials I had to engage in, and now, I proudly wore the horned crown which I earned the day prior in one such physical contest.

I looked over at the small black chest sitting snugly at the roots of the Hawthorn tree. Within the chest was an envelope containing a couple grand in cash. I was told by my mentor, the money was loaned, entrusted to me, by various members of my coven. That was money that the needed for rent, medical bills, and car payments. I was given the impression that many coven members would suffer should that chest be stolen. I was ready to defend it with my life.

The money served as bait, an incentive for individuals my mentor had recruited to risk injury in attempting to steal it from me. I was to be like the bull protecting his herd, the rooster watching over the hen house. Wearing the horned crown makes one responsible for the physical, and spiritual well being of his coven, and that meant I had a duty to ferociously defend their means of comfort, and survival.

From sunrise to sunset a group of four men made their attempts at stealing the small black chest from the roots of the Hawthorn tree. My mentor had issued them a few rules. Absolutely no weapons of any kind. No sticks, no stones, no nothing, but their bodies, and clever schemes. Also, there was to be no more then two of them inside my circle at any given time. Should these rules be broken, the offender, or offenders, would be disqualified from the contest, and the chest, if stolen, would be returned. I latter I would learn learn my mentor, and a few of his friends, watched a short distance away, armed with loaded rifles, ready to enforce that forfeiture policy.

In the beginning, these four men employed brute force tactics, each simply trying to strong arm the chest away from me. This failed, as I had no problems manhandling them individually, often a trail of blood marked their exiting trajectory. After that methodology failed, the four decided the solo approach wasn't going to work. Promising to split the money evenly, they broke up into teams of two, and advanced on me with a dual pronged attack.

Now that I was outnumbered, my response needed to change. I could no longer stand toe to toe, facing them head on. I fell upon the chest, clutching it tightly in my arms, and covering it with my body. I was savagely punched, kicked, and grappled, but I proved too hard a nut to crack. In the midst of all the pummeling it was starting to become clear that I was a rock they where breaking themselves against, and they where much worse for wear then I.

I had successful invoked the spirit of the the wild bull, the staunch stag, the frenzied boar, and conquering lion.

The four did not last the day, and sometime after noon, surrendered the prize, crawling home disgraced to lick their many wounds,

I was granted victory by my mentor, and given the opportunity to rest. In the cool of the evening my mentor appeared with a hot meal, herbs, and ointments, beer, and red wine. The wine was probably laced with hallucinogens, and I faded into a strange sleep already being visited with swirling visions of being half man, and half animal.

However, all that was yesterday. This morning, I was to earn my sword.

My mentor stood at the circle of stones, with a bowl of oatmeal, and water. He called me over to examine my injuries. Each of the nine days he would ask if I wished to continue, and each day he received a defiant, “no”, in my reply.

We then discussed, and recorded my dreams, and visions, into a book. A book that would latter be presented to me as a new Book of Shadows on the completion of my initiation.

My mentor lead me out of the circle, and silently marched me into a wooded area. As we entered, we came to a clearing. I could see a tall pyramidal rock pile, and top the pile was a sword thrust into the stones.
A group of men bared my path. Most I recognized as friends of my mentor, however, a group of three men, standing off to the side, I did not recognize. Each of them was as big, or bigger then myself. All decorated with with messy blue-black prison tattoos

One of my mentor's companions came running up behind us, and handed the small black chest from the roots of the Hawthorn tree to my mentor.

My mentor leaned in towards me, and whispered that he has been supplying these men with methamphetamine, and cheap hookers since the night before last. He had promised them even more methamphetamine, and better looking hookers if they could prevent me from earning me sword. My mentor then opened the box, took the cash out the envelope, and flourished the money in front of them. Their eyes, already wide, got even wider, and they began to pace, and jitter like hungry dogs. My mentor told them, that whoever among them personally defeated me, won all the cash. Big crazed smiles appeared across their faces, and with wild angry eyes, they settled their focus on me.

I was to face all three of them in one on one ritual combat.

The fight would last until on of us, was no longer able, or willing to continue. The fight would be an anything goes battle, except for the use of weapons, groin shoots, or eye gouging. My mentor then instructed them to decided who would face me first, as my mentor's posse encircled us, each brandishing their rifles, and promising to make sure the rules of this ritual combat where enforced.

I met each one. I kept my hands up, and let the all meth, and greed make them stupid. I would throw the occasional jab to rile them up, baiting them to get crazy, and tire themselves out with wild swings. When I saw my opening I wrestled them to the ground, and applying painful grappling holds, I forced their surrender.

My mentor told them that he would still honor his promise of drugs, and hookers, but only if they where to leave immediately, and not be a bother. They agreed, and where escorted off the property by an entourage of armed men.

I bounded up the rock pile to claim my sword. A piece of parchment had been impaled through the blade, on it was written, “Behold the once, and future king!”. I ripped the sword from the rocks, and waiving it overhead, I announced my triumph with a thunderous victory roar.

What followed next was an extremely private moment between my mentor, and myself. To be truly worthy of this sword, I needed to wound both myself, and him with the blade. This acted ensured that I understood the power I now wielded, and in blood, signified I understood the consequences for its misuse.

My mentor, and I walked back to me camp. I discovered an actual bed, complete with canopy, had been set up. My mentor's sword had also be removed from the Hawthorn tree. I sat resting under the tree, and tending to the fire, as I watched the skies darken, and the stars make their appearance. That night, as I always do, I magically aligned myself with the North Star, using a secret ritual my mentor taught me to ensure that my astral body never becomes lost. The bed felt so good, that I was asleep near the moment my body settled on it.

Sometime in the night, I stirred from sleep to the sound of a sweet, haunting voice calling my name. I opened my eyes to see a very attractive woman, and member of my coven standing in front of me. She was naked except for the sacred symbols drawn on her body, and her hair was adorned with the small white flowers from the Hawthorn tree.

She was in a dreamlike trance, taken over of the dryad of the tree. She carried with her a chalice, and told me that my actions in defending the small black chest, and claiming the crown, and sword of a King had aroused her. Now that I possessed the sword, it was time for me to to use it, to preform the Great Rite with her in the presence of the Ancient Ones; to unite lance, and grail as God, and Goddess.

She directed me out of bed, and to a basin filled with salt water, essential oils, and with a wash cloth. She assisted me in washing away the dirt, blood and grim from off my body.

There under the starry sky, the branches of the Hawthorn tree, and by the light of the fire, she preformed the rite of Drawning Down the Sun, invoking the God within me. For the rest of the night we made love, as God, and Goddess, over, and over again. With each climax, my semen was collected, and kept in the chalice.

In the cool of the early morning, we stood naked, and bathed ourselves in the first rays of sunlight. We made an offering of my semen, along with my blood, and sweat rung out from the wash cloth, and mixed into the chalice; as a Holy Eucharist, to the God, and Goddess, the Ancient Ones, and the nature spirits.

I watched the dreamlike trance fade from her eyes; the Goddess, and the dryad relinquishing their hold over her, as the sun climbed into prominence. I carried her back to the bed, and watched over her as she slept. I, being overcome by all the otherworldly beauty, and influence of the night that had passed, coupled with the many hurts I had incurred over the past days, started to weep.

My mentor appeared not long after the sun had risen. He congratulated me for completing the first leg of my initiation, and that I was now a full High Priest, ready to begin the next step of my hero's journey. I had freely given of the four great substances of a man; blood, sweat, semen, and tears. It was the proper shedding of these four great substances that had paid the price for my admittance into the greater mysteries of Hoof, and Horn, and Vine, and Grain.

Together my mentor, and I walked out of that circle of stones, and he led me deeper into the sacred wisdom then I had ever been before. "

-Uncle Bearheart

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June 6, 2013, 4:25 am

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I have been going through all the old G.O.O.D.S material, and to be honest, as I am filtering through everything I am discovering just how corrupted things had become.

I want to eradicate everything that was not originally taught to me by my mentor, and was not established by him in the protocols before he passed, and certain liberties where taken in his absence. The core rituals where RE-made to reflect "Hermetic" ideals so that new members (from Hermetic traditions) did not have to adapt. I took issue with this then, but I was swayed to go along with it, the loss of my mentor, and my belief in the cause of G.O,O.D.S being used as leverage.

The original G.O.O.D.S was one of Planetary Ritual High Magic, and that is what the spirits of this house are asking me to go back too.I understand that there have been changes, that I am being initiated into, and following a destiny divined by my mentor. I have been codifying rituals, and cleaning them up. But I have to be honest; I originally, I too felt that using a Hermetic base to introduce Planetary Ritual High Magic, might be easier, however, Hermetic tradition is just so clumsy, and so tainted, I just can't do it anymore.

What this means is that I begin introducing you to a system of Magic that has NOT been, "copied, and pasted", all over shitty websites on the internet, fouled, and stained by Aliester Crowley wanna-be's, personalized, ripped-off, and stolen, plagiarised, and just irreparably shit-on by irresponsible pseudo-intellectuals. No Golden Dawn, no Hebrew names, no Crowley, no Crowley, No fucking Crowley.

What does this mean? It means you will learn a new Banishing Ritual, that will be incorporated into your Middle Pillar, you will learn the, "Master Symbol", working with Planetary bodies, you will learn the 72 Astral Guardians Spirits, (The Goetia), and why they are NOT demons, or any other such stupid as fuck nonsense. THEN, I can introduce the seven main spirits of the G.O.O.D.S (NO, I have NEVER introduced them in any fashion)and how to begin working with them.

Let me say this. The March Rider working, and Andromalus evocations have had a PROFOUND effect. A great deal of the world is rioting, turning against the Illuminati controlled banksters, and money changers. (Funny how when we started do this working, that all this began... can anyone else say that? Ummmm NO) This open revolt will not go unanswered. Andromalus is warning me that the most evil, and twisted acts of tyranny for the Illuminati are YET to come. That Reptilian, and other extra-planetary, and hyper-dimensional influences are building. I want every one of YOU to be FULLY protected, and be practicing a tradition that is not befoul, and co-opted. Also, if this system does start appearing on other websites, we can prove where the source of this information comes from, and that they have NO connections to this system. This is powerful, because it keeps the current PURE, and STRONG.

Let me know what you think. Leave comments!!!! For now, keep using the rituals you know; but if you are ready, I will use my sabbatical to prepare, and then, unleash it on you.....

-Uncle Bearheart

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How can you be a warrior with Planetary Magic? I got this question.... I am going to answer it. My spirits say its time. Andromalus says you have all done great work, and that all of you are true warriors, courageous, and brave.

I cried when he told me this. I really did. I want you to know how proud I am to know that people like you exist in this world. It touched me.

My childhood was hard, and magick saved me life. I was a rolly-polly kid, with a lot of size, and muscle but no idea what to do with it. The spirits I learned to evoke helped create avenues that I could use my gifts, and excell, make friends, and be somewhat popular; but a good kind of popular, someone that the band geeks, the DnD nerds, the Drama kids, the gay kids came out too, and the social outcasts could find acceptance with. We where the band of misfit toys, and NO ONE messed with them, because if they did, Bearheart intervened, and Bearheart had no issue going toe to toe with anyone in that school, or outside of it. In fact I had such a reputation, my willingness to do violence went far out of high school, and reached the ears of people that really wanted me for selective lines of work... people that don't like being told no too. The spirits made sure they went away, and steered me out of a bad situation.

It bothers me that so many claim the Goetia spirits are demons when they could be so supportive, and caring. If they are demons, let me be in hell, for they are good company. Fuck, the genius of those spirits is so intense, all of Hell probably has central cooling by now. It wasn't Jesus helping me out, in fact those really bad guys... they all wore crosses, and confessed to be Catholics... lol... that should tell you something.

In my heart, I am an outcast. I bond closest with misfits, ragamuffins, vagabonds, and delinquents. We see the world from an angle that is unique. An odd perspective, and from a vantage point most are not comfortable with. Magic speaks to me, and these ruffians, its in their soul, in fact many of us have walked this path before. It sets you apart, forever.

I have been been waiting. Watching. Listening. Testing. Things that must be done before the secrets come out. I needed to know what the worth of your hearts where. They have been tested, and Andromalus says your hearts are worth their weight in gold.

I need no more confirmation. Now EVERYTHING comes out.

The world is finally at the ledge. We either push back, or we go over. War, combat, its simplifies things. We either win, or we lose. Those options really simplify our choices. We commit to victory, or we commit to slavery. Its that dire, and at the same time, that liberating. To quote the movie Suck Punch, “For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know”. You are fighting for the life of our collective species. Trust me when I say, your only safety will come from being in danger. Its scary, I know, at first. But.... you get used to it, and if you let the cause fan the flames of your heart into a red hot lava rock, you will never know the cold of cowardice. Your spirit will ignite, and the fires of rebellion will light up the dark night of tyranny.

“If the they insist on pounding the drums of war, let us dance too the beat like there is no tomorrow, for if we don't, there won't be”. - Recent conversation with the warrior spirit of George Washington in the Shed of Rebellion. Quote that shit!

Now that our backs are against the wall, and the heat is really about to come down... and I fucking KNOW the collective heart of who you all are, I have hope, and I am dedicated to victory!

The next video I make will be introducing the Master Planetary Symbol. This symbol will replace the Banishing Pentagram, it will replace, a lot of things. This will be the first lesson, and will set the foundation, and frame work FOR EVERYTHING to follow.

I need you to trust me, I need to you know that this will change everything, but one day soon you will realize that it didn't really change anything. It just took things to such a new level, you didn't realize how far you actually would progress.

Lets talk about Moon sign. Please, find out your moon sign,. This is your astral body, and what vibrational frequency you magic will by most aligned with. .

I am a Scorpio Moon. My astral body is ruled by the influence of Mars, and Pluto. Dark, and aggressive. My Uranus, is in Scorpio, my divine light runs through that zodiac filter too. Its WHO I AM. I can't change it, but I can learn to USE IT in the best way. Think of your astrological chart as a collection of light rays, and lenses. All that creates a numerological vibrational frequency, an algorithm, which all consolidates into YOU. ALL this will be covered. This is DEEP magical shit. Why have you not heard this before? Because its secret society knowledge only, or well... at least it was.

The ONLY way you are going to know “Source”, is to figure YOU the fuck out, because you ARE SOURCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck you light workers piss me off. You ARE the light, however... the light being reflected, and bounced off many, many different facets, to create a unique pattern, a life expression so beautiful, and so precious, you are absolutely worth fighting for.

Let that sink in, and begin to figure out what you have in your houses, your astrological charts, where your planets are, etc, etc. This is homework YOU must do. I can help, but I can't, and I won't do it for you. You must suffer to know art, and magic is art. I suffered, and I fought true inner “demons” while my mentor watched, and encouraged, but he knew that I would learn to fight BY fighting.

Lets talk warrior magic with the Planets.

I preformed a horrible rite, but it was justified. Years ago, someone I would classify as serial rapist, did evil things to a friend. His connections, family, and money kept him out of prison. He was able to hire a lawyer that could make the women he harmed look like whores, or women of questionable reputations by dragging out, and combing through their entire lives using P.I.s, and hacking personal e-mails etc, etc. Painted them like prostitutes on the stand. The jury was divided, and hung.

Knowing what a horrendous pig he was, I knew he had cleaning ladies. I watched his house,and sure enough maids came in. I followed them, bought them coffee, befriended them. They told me about the harassment, and verbal abuse he gave them. I wanted ONE thing. I asked them for a pair of his used underwear.

They thought me odd. I told them I knew Brujia... I do... suddenly they all understood (Mexican women... I love them). The next day, I had a pair of his nasty boxers.

Why did I want this? Well, I am ruled in part by Pluto, being that I am a Scorpio moon. Pluto astrologically rules the genitals, and the anus.. his underwear was well acquainted to both HIS areas.
Pluto rules the underworld. With the essence of his “pluto parts”, and the garment he sweated in, and his semen leaked out on to , I twisted his boxers into a rope like device, and tied it around a doll, (I wore gloves for fucks sake) that I found sort of looked like him.

I went to the dump. Pluto rules the rotting, and decay. The old dung heaps of Rome, the seole piles, where Roman witches did there worst black magic under Pluto's direction.

In the dump, I dug a hole. I evoked Pluto, I asked him to open a portal into his underworld.I laid the doll inside the hole. I produced yet another doll, an ugly monster doll, that I had prepared in a special way. I asked Pluto to allow a larave (a hungry, twisted spirit of the dead) to be placed into this doll. Once that was done, I laid the doll next to the other. I then brought out the last piece. A black cat, that had been hit by a car. I did rites over it to make sure its spirit had left before I did this. This was payment to Pluto, and the blood in the cat would serve as food for the Larvae. I buried all three together. I traced the Mastery Planetary Symbol over the black, decay filled soil. This sealed the portal, and locked everything inside into a plutonian dimension.

Then in the middle of the sigil, which makes a type of crossroads, stuck a prepared stick. This stick would act as a type of antenna, that would channel energy up, and down. Every day, I would come back, whisper things through the antenna into the hole, encouraging the larvae to deeper rage, and pour special food, and drink over it to feed Pluto, and the larvae.

What might happen to a man, whose astral body (linked to sexual energy....gentitals, anus...hint, hint) thwas trapped in a plutonian dimension, with a wicked larvae getting stronger, wilder, and meaner? When the energy of the cat is gone... who will it have closest for all its feeding needs? His astral body didn't stand a chance.

This man came literally undone. Absolutely unhinged. He was committed to a state hospital. He was a coke addict (cocaine is a hell of a drug... I love it... serious, you have some coke??), and his total self destruction was blamed on this addiction.

He has been in there for at least 6 years now, heavily medicated I hear, and whispering constantly to himself (or the larvae??). Yes... the doll is still buried in a big, nasty landfill, under now layers,and tons, of garbage that will trickle down, to feed the larvae just enough that the larvae only needs to snack on him. Here he will remain until all his victims are fully healed of the awful trauma he did to them, and Pluto says is time to release him... assuming there is something left to release.

Planetary Magic is savagely fierce,. The mind, and heart of a planetary magician must be just, and true. The awful things that one, “could” do, is great, and many. But, one can do awe inspiring acts of good too.

That is why I needed to know, that I have people committed to defending humanity from scum, unquestionably vil people, who need to suffer the wraith of justice. Not just pissed off men, or women doing unspeakable magic attacks against the undeserving, no matter how much of a simpe asshole the other person is. Assholes are assholes, they don't deserve what this guy got. They don't hurt people like these real monsters do. You need to think, long, and hard before you apply this level of magic technique, and the many, many, many, many types like it.

LISTEN VERY CLOSELY TO WHAT I SAY NEXT

“The universe is at your finger tips, the only good, or evil which exists in the universe lays in YOUR heart.”

When you understand, truly, understand “As above, So below”. That the human is a miniature universe, but there is no limit to either a big, or small universe. You will have come to know why that statement is so important, and why I have waited so long before I came to the point where I will begin teaching you all what I REALLY practice.

Think on ALL this, because one you start, there is NEVER any going back.

-Uncle “fucking” Bearheart.

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Physical strength, Intention,and Magick

June 30, 2013, 8:21 pm

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A recent dream/lucid dream/inter-dimensional astral projection I had:

I was pulling the covers back on my bed, before I crawled in to go to sleep. The bed covers eerily began creeping toward the foot of the bed. I grabbed the covers, and pulled them back into place, when suddenly, some invisible force now ripped the covers off the bed. Rather then the covers being pulled to the floor, the covers where being pulled UP off the bed, and towards the upper left ceiling corner in the room. This upward motion of the covers towards the ceiling gave an already strange situation, even more of an urgent feel.

I was was now fully engaged, and lucid in this dream. I felt an immediate sense of rage trigger, and I began ripping back at the covers. I found myself briefly embroiled in a tug-of-war with an invisible force. I pulled, and pulled and finally I achieved the upper hand. I could see the covers being pulled back out of a small portal, and some shimmering goo, desperately fighting against me. The force (whatever it was) began to make a strange digital/modern/dail up sound, as I began pulling it out of the portal along with the bed covers.

It seemed as if this entity was terrified of being fully discovered, and I was hell bent on discovering why that was.

Whatever it was, relinquished it hold on the bed covers, and very quickly slipped back into the portal. I dashed for the portal, and with both hands hung in mid-air, by the bottom of this portal hole. I started furiously trying to rip, or stretch open this portal so that I could fit through it (I've decided to omit a great many number of sexual jokes, and puns here).

The portal however, closed with a force I could not hold hold, and after a titanic struggle, the portal closed, and disappeared.

Looking at a large bedroom mirror, affixed to a chest-of-drawers, and dove through it, hoping that this astral portal would eject me out somewhere near where ever, whatever this thing was. Instead I was ejected out in some kind of futuristic recreational center, with people using magnetic powered resistance exercise machines, and a large coffee cafe with very advanced laptops everywhere. The people where dressed in stylish white, and burgundy, one piece suits with light white jackets with black pipping.

I approached an attractive looking redhead at a table, and sat down next to hear. She seemed almost surprised to see me.

“Are your people here able to regularly see people form the physical world?”, I asked her.

“No, not regularly. Beings from the physical world rarely make it here, and when they do they are generally so unaware of where they are, and what they are doing we think that they are ones of us who still have lingering mental disorders.” She answered.

“Where is here exactly? I am from the physical realm, and I entered into a lucid dream. I was chasing an entity who slipped into a portal, and I dove through an astral portal hoping to find it.” I said staring into her deep emerald eyes, and noticing that she possessed two pupils in each of her eyes.

“The is a distant realm from you. A place that “may” one day exist, but from which your time line is deviating from. I feel bad for having to tell you, that there is a great deal of trouble surrounding you (the aura from the time line I am from), and where you come from. I can't say for certain you (or time line) shall ever attain to this world.” she lamented, sighing with a “I am sorry but little I can do for you sound”.

“That is Okay. Well At least I had the opportunity to see what a good future would be like, gives me something to strive for.” I answered feeling tempted to find a way to try, and stay where I was presently. It it was really nice looking, and I felt an a type of freedom, and hope that I don't feel much in this reality time line.

“You are an odd creature in your time line.”, she said laughing. “I am sorry you lost your quarry (the whatever it was I was chasing), but it really is time for your people to wake up. Speaking of waking up, as much as you are welcome here the keepers of this time line have decided you need to leave. Your presence here is bridging a link fragile between our two universes, and the possibility for a unstable tangent universe to be born from you being here is far too risky for you to stay”. She said raising an eyebrow at me.

The area I was seated in began to get really fuzzy. I figured I was being out-phased from this place.

I woke up, in my bed, feeling very disjointed.

I have spoken a great deal about physical strength. It takes intent to contract your physical muscles hard, so hard that you place significant stress on your bones. This is painful, and requires conscious effort. Repeated application of this process through exercise will promote above average psychical might.

The magical application of this is really quite simple. The intent to do something hard, and doing it over, and over again, builds up your astral body; as intent is the muscle of the astral/magical world. My ability to out muscle a spirit, or wrestle them into submission, and effectively engage in spiritual warfare goes hand in hand with my willingness to preform strenuous, rigorous, and often times highly pain acts of physicality.

Winning in the astral world, leads to both greater magickal-spiritual knowledge, and or experiences, but also manifests into victories on the physical world.

I am committed to helping this time line purge the evil, and influences of the Illuminati, Reptilian, and off worlders (both physical, and inter-dimensional). It is good to see that some where exists such a time line, free from this sickness. What this means is that there still exists the possibility, the option for victory, something for us as a planet/peoples to manifest our way into.

This is a message of hope.

-Uncle Bearheart

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ATR Clear Up

July 31, 2013, 7:10 pm

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Strange waste of about 45 minutes.

Today I come to find out that someone is claiming I am a racist, and against the ATR (African Traditional Religions), which is too stupid for words. I am still waiting on *PROOF* of this...(of course), and I am sure I will be waiting for a LONG fucking time.

Funny how my God Father was a Houngan Asogwe of Hatian Vodu, and yet that means nothing (and I am against the ATR? Maybe other Voudanist would like to know you think that),and of course Cubans are racist too. Any other Cubans feel the same way?

I would also like to point out that no less then EIGHT individuals driven to this site from this idiotic slander, have browsed this blog, APOLOGIZED to me personally (yes, you are forgiven, I have NO problems with anyone of you), and even asked how to join G.O.O.D.S... so think on that.

The blog is dedicated to fighting, and resisting REAL threats; Threats that harm ALL people, and of ALL races. I don't waste my time on lame ass "he called me a name", or "he disrespected me" bullshit.

If you are reactionary, unable to control yourself, or go to the source for answers instead just swallowing baseless lies like a hooker guzzles diseased semen... well your magic is probably just as effective as you are.

Something to think about.

-Uncle Bearheart

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ATR Cleansing, and Restitutions.

August 1, 2013, 2:53 pm

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In continuation from yesterday. I am now receiving messages from individuals who got caught up in highly reactionary, and stupid behavior. They made death threats against me, and people I loved. All based on the lies of one particular idiot. These people are terrified, some are telling me they feel sicker then they have ever felt been before, and a few are having VERY dark, lets say, “negative” thoughts.

To answer your questions. No, I have NOT cast, or placed any magic on you, or against you. What has happened is you have made threats against me, and so the spirits of MY house have responded to those threats. You are asking your self; well how come the spirits I(you) *think* you work with are letting this happen, shouldn't they be protecting me from the attacks of other spirits?

Let me answer that. You have made threats against a POWERFUL house(G.O.O.D.S) , and did so based on a LIE. There is no room for divine justice, since I didn't commit any wrongs against you, or the moron you are following (its called the rules of spiritual warfare, your God Fathers, and God Mothers didn't do a good job teaching you, or you plain didn't listen), and therefore: your spirits must allow YOU to be taught that there are consequences for your actions. Also the spirits of my House are righteous, and have well deserved reputations of being beyond fierce, and even lethal.

When you work with a set of spirits in what is called a “house”, or “lodge” as honestly, and as dedicatedly as I do... they get very strong. They tend to be able to bypass, or shove aside any spirit guides you “might” have. You are not the first to experience this. I also have a personal blood line ancestry that helped bring down kings, and have LONG histories of being THE family of Scottish mercenaries you hired to take on ANYONE. So my eguns/ancestors are also partly responsible for making you wish yesterday never happened, and for two of you in particular, contemplating just “ending it all”.

You have been lied too. I love, honor, and deeply revere the ATR. However, you are presently engaged in a “hands-on” education today, that High Magic spirits, and Celtic lines, are also MORE then legit, and yes, are eating you alive. You ARE being EATEN, lets just make that very clear. My SCOTTISH eguns are slowly devouring you.

On top of that, one of you claimed that Haitian Voudu was “nothing”. You might have incurred the wraith of the Loa of this house.... yes... that was fucking stupid.

The Goetia Spirts I work with have NOT become involved yet. Make sure you do not get them involved... I am serious, I don't want to see that happen. There are a other spirits of this house that have not yet responded, (but unerringly protect this house) one with a mighty hammer, one with a scythe, and one that killed the Hydra.

Scary thing is, I, personally also have yet to cast, or place anything on any of you. This is the reaction of the Spirits of this house to your foolishness.

Right now you are in the “minor” stages of responding to your threat. Now, I realize my “minor” stage exceeds what YOU consider extreme. Its scary... but YOU did make the first attack, so YOU are in the WRONG, and thus divine justice does work against YOU. Again go back to your god fathers, and god mothers. Crawl up into their laps, and ask them to slowly, using easy to understand words, explain to you how spiritual warfare works. They will explain to you exactly what I just said.

I am also a actual member of the Abakua society, so I urge you, do your research, and find out why your mistake could be very costly, and all from something based on a absolute LIE. Because if this actually ever effects me, I am oath bound to respond, and even the most minor (in my eyes) of consequences is near destroying you. What if I need to begin to actively working you?

So here is what YOU need to do now. I need very specific details about what you are experiencing. This will help me pin point EXACTLY which spirits you are getting your ass pounded by, so I can speak with those spirits, and find out what it will take from YOU to make restitution to them for having to go after you.

Also, I am desperately trying to un-busy my life, so I can spend more time with the people who are in this house, and email me sincere questions. What you are did will cause me MORE work, and time away from the projects I have to finish, so I may to talk to my spirits on your behalf. To compensate for this, this consultation WILL cost you. You will see the donate button on the upper right top. This week ONLY I will accept $150 to divine what spirit it is, and how YOU can appease them. Next week that will double to $300, and so on, and so forth. Do yourself a favor, and do this now. What you are experiencing will only get WORSE.

You have my complete and utter discretion. I will never share your name, nor will I hold any ill feelings against you, and yes you may join GOODS, and use the information I have released. Most importantly I will forget this whole issue, and treat you as though it never happened.

You have my word.

-Uncle Bearheart

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ATR issue, and it's finality.

August 1, 2013, 10:02 pm

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For all five of you who have sent me your money to call off my eguns, and wrote me very long, heart felt apologies. You are completely forgiven, and my egun ancestors have been appeased.

You will find that I have refunded ALL your money. I don't want it, it was a show of your sincerity for my eguns. They have seen it, and have accepted it. You are however STILL required to do exactly as I dictated to you, and do that THIS coming Monday.

What you said, did, and contributed towards was wrong, and hurtful. I am very happy this is cleared up.

Now, I have one last request; go be amazing people, and do extraordinary things!

This matter is closed.

-Uncle Bearheart.

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Bael's magic powder for victim's of TI (Targeted Individuals), and for greater protection in general.

September 9, 2013, 10:29 am

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*** Bael once again spoke before I published this, he feels its important to point out that I am a keeper of a tradition where the Goetia can, and do take possession, have their OWN unique spirit-pots, herbal mixtures, potions, elixirs, balms, and work almost like a "religion", in and of themselves, and their ordering within the number 72, is a powerful spiritual alchemical process, and configuration of the afterlife. BEWARE anyone else who begins talking about this information after the date of this publishing 9/9/2013. Especially the daemonic/necromantic/evoker hucksters****

Last night the Goetia spirit Bael spoke to me. I was shaken out of a dream by an explosion of a factory of some sort (in the dream), and awoke to Bael partial manifested next to my bed. A visit like this from a Goetic spirit is rare, and never without reason. I am careful to reveal much about him. There are many “huckster” occultists who read this blog, and then mix it with compounded lies to sell their, “grimores”, for hundreds of dollars to well meaning, and seeking people.

The appearance of Bael was purposely recorded wrong. There are mannerisms of his that I know, which I use as an acid-test to validate if the magician is truly evoking Bael (or any of the Goetia Spirits), or simply just using incorrectly recorded material about him, which shows that the magician in question is a fraud. Trust me when I say, NO PUBLIC/INTERNET MAGICIAN CURRENTLY SELLING ANYTHING ABOUT THE GOETIA OR SPIRIT EVOCATION REGARDING THE GOETIA IS LEGIT. Done, end of story.

****My message to the hucksters.... you KNOW who you are, how DARE you swindle people's money!****

I bring a message of hope this morning. I work with T.I victims. T.I means, Targeted Individual. They are people who have been targeted by the biggest cowards, and rotten pussies in existence. The pedophiles who operate low caliber energy weapons, and direct them on brave individuals who have spoken out against corruption at governmental, and the high level corporate levels. They also send squads of people to harass, and follow them, often called, “gang stalking”. This is common practice for the so-called, "intelligence", agencies.

I myself was briefly a target of gang stalking after it was uncovered that my God Father/Mentor, a POWERFUL ritual magician, and Houngan Asogwe was finally able to lay a curse (for which their was no recovering) on a high level black magic magician, top level member of military industrial complex, and oddly a mastermind behind the current TI program. He died being eaten alive by the truly depraved dead.

I was followed by a group of metro-sexual looking guys in their late 20s. They would be everywhere I was. At first just in the background, but there. I noticed this gaggle of douchbags very quickly, mostly because I don't watch TV, so I am used to seeing what actually around me, rather then a limited focus of reality projected directly in my head from a television. When they realized I have long been aware of them, but yet had NOT reacted to their presence, they stepped up their game.

I would be walking in, or out of a store, or at school, and there they would be, talking just loudly enough for me to hear them. They would describe parts of my day, and even say my name. After weeks of me pretending to be oblivious to them, I was able to lure these twats into a trap.

One night has I was walking out of a local convenience store, they assembled together in what I imagine was their daily gay circle jerk session positioned a few feet of my vehicle. They had finally positioned themselves with in arm's reach, its what I had been waiting for, as I wanted to take them ALL by surprise.

One of them said my name as I walked by them to my vehicle, they all chuckled, and made eye contact with me.

I unleashed.

I came up with a thunderous right upper cut under the chin of the one that dared speak my name. The “clop” sound of his bottom teeth, forcefully meeting his upper teeth (I believe that meeting scissored through the tip of his tongue), was one of the sweetest, and erotic sounds I have ever heard. I still get a monstrous erection when I re-call it.

I then launched my large body at the rest of them. I have been forged by years of bending thick steel bars, pulling apart chain links, and one handing triple digit dumbbells overhead, for triple digit reps. I believe that if I die dripping in the blood of my enemies I got to Valhalla, and earn the right to sexually own every woman in their ancestor line.

Like the true pussies they are, they scattered, and left their fallen comrade to be my personal piece of meat. Out of spite, and calculated madness, I methodically took my time steadily pulling out bloody fist full, after bloody fist full of hair from his head. I held him down with a vice tight spine lock/camel clutch (Thanks Iron Sheik)

to try, and entice his, “friends” to attempt a rescue mission (a cruel sniper trick; good snipers didn't always one shot, one kill a man. They shoot him in the legs, and arms, while his platoon watched to draw them out of cover, and into direct fire when they would attempt to aid their wounded companion). I also wanted to keep this display of savagery in the public view. I wasn't interested in chasing one of them down, and being lead down a spider hole, or snatch, and grab attempt. I wanted them to get close, until they did I was content with tearing out whole patches of hair from the worm they abandoned, and feeling his vertebral disks crunch beneath me.

The sight of a man ruthlessly camel clutching another “man(?)”, while wrenching out clumps of his hair, and him trying to heave enough air out of his blood filled mouth to scream in agony in front of a busy convenience store is liable to draw a crowd.

The police (who really ought to be out stopping crime, not intervening in an American patriot wining his country back), arrived not long after. I am not bullet proof (yet), so I eventually let him go, but ONLY after I was told repeatedly they would shot, and I finally believed that they would.

I was arrested, the man taken to a local hospital. I already had in my mind the lawyer I would call, and the first, and ONLY words out of my mouth to both the cops, and detectives was, “Fuck you, 5th amendment, where the FUCK is my lawyer!”.

The rest of the details aside, I was eventually released. Why? While there was a horrifically injured body, he left the hospital, and even though, “someone”, got their shit fucked up, they still need to identify WHO that, "someone" was. Its hard to charge me with assault against, “Ummm fuck if we know who he is, and no one can find him”.

I have at this point in my life encountered NO further gang-stalking. I believe that they look for victims, not fights. If you do physically confront your stalkers, you MUST be ready for a REAL fight, and you MUST be ready to personally accept the repercussions of your actions, legal, or otherwise. That is on YOU, and no one else.

I also fully believe that my years of steady energy work, magical armor, and merger (LBRP/MPR), protect me from their energy weapons. You will need to spend years developing your own energetic protections as I have.

So what about the Goetia spirit Bael?

I had come to him many weeks earlier, and on behalf of someone, who asked about what he (all of you) could do about ceasing/lessening T.I, both the energy weapons, and physical gang stalking. He said he would need to get back to me.

He finally did.

This will be work for any types of the spiritual attacks, or just wanting to have an extra level of protections in general.

This is a once a week process, done on MONDAY.

You will need piece of parchment with Bael's sigil drawn on it

Powdered Egg shell (best worked into a dust with a mortar, and pestle), of NINE emptied eggs.
Dried, and crushed mugwort, small hand full.
Dried, and crush horehound (Marrubium vulgare), small hand full.

Mix all together, and place in a bowl, with a piece of quartz, and onyx.

Place the bowl of top of Bael's sigil, on the parchment, cover the bowl with a black fabric, let it charge for a at least SEVEN days.

Every MONDAY, light a cigar, and blow the smoke over the sigil of Bael NINE times. This is PAYMENT. Now, take a pinch or two of your mixture, briskly rub it between your hands, and rub your hands all over you DRY, mostly naked body, top of head and face (avoid your eyes).

Cover the bowl once more with the black fabric.

This will greatly dampen your presence to your enemies, and your gang stalkers will being to have a hard time finding you. You will also notice directed energy weapons will have a greatly lessened effect on you. You will also be less effected by negative vibrations, and harmful frequencies.

When the mixture runs out, just make more!

Allow the mixture to stay on your body for at least 27 minutes before you dry wipe it off. It would be better if you could just leave it all day. This will create another magical barrier of invisibility from your enemies, and provide solid energetic protection.

Bael needs payment for this, has HE brought this dry rub to consciousness to help humanity. So be sure to give him to offer him the smoke of a cigar once a week if you use his magic powder.

Let me know how it goes!

-Uncle Bearheart

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