We’re putting together an Octarine Magic booklet, which we will release in free pdf and hard copies, as the first of a series. We will include some of the best material already on the site, but some new exclusive articles, ritual write ups, poems, photos and artworks will be most welcome.
“Be sorry and sympathetic for my terrible plight! ” Moan the souls in all the realms that revel in their suffering.
“For I am downtrodden and shunned by all others, through naught of my own doing.”
“Watch me at work and marvel, see how I employ my genius and meticulous manipulation!” Croon the rich and avaricious, who hold the shackles of all the decadent and corrupt cities throughout all the ages, “and be envious all! For I have the means to obtain anything my heart desires.”
“Look upon me and my great strength and resolve and be in awe,” say the heroes of many worlds, for in my certainty of my own fate and allegiance, I am all powerful and cannot be beaten!”
“All of that and much more I will not do!” Replied the soul. “Even as I have none of all you claim for yourselves, neither do I wish to.” The soul looked carefully at what it had, it had tasted of many in its short lifetime, but all were unbearably bitter. Not sword nor riches, not unfounded pity neither manipulative power over men, and many, many other things it did not have, but it’s eyes rested on its own pale hands crossed in front of its frail and shimmering body, the left palm facing down and the right facing upward.
“I have seen it all and gladly passed beyond its cloying confines. I have my own useful strengths, not as yours, rooted in the shifting and treacherous emotions of most souls, but rather; in the magik of knowing.”
“Knowing what?!” scoffed all the multitude that shimmered around him.
“That which I could not ever explain, even to my own self.” Replied the soul with real sadness.
Even as the throng laughed and in many different dialects and ways, called it a monumental and eternal fool, it unfurled its huge black wings and slowly returned to its world, where it still lay dreaming.
Grace has burned me
Alive so many times, walking fire
As tedious as tears
Lovers with no hearts, all fears
So off with their heads.
Tore up my spine
And the flower that crowned it
Gave birth to a golden god.
Serpent twins, a man with wings
And so many curious things
All that remains
My Octarine doll completes the set of 9. She remains a work in progress, but that doesn’t stop me evoking her already. Besides she already looks quite cool anyway. You may have already seen a picture of her because I performed an evocation of her during my summoning storm operation back in April. We will often include her in Octarine related altars and divinations even when we don’t perform a full evocation. Like the other dolls she moves around our home depending on where she seems most needed. Since she represents the colour of octarine, invisible to the physical eyes, I chose to represent her with a combination of black, silver and gold, representative of the three phases of the alchemical great work, the Nigredo, the Albedo and the Rubedo. The latter two produce at their conclusion, philosophers stones capable of creating silver and gold respectively. This will be her base colours. Other sigils and decorations will be added.
‘If he did not exist it would be necessary to invent him.’ — Voltaire
I talked about him at PaganCon last year, as the creative spirit that breaks free from the labyrinth of the mind. The labyrinth he built to contain a creature he helped create. Our perception of reality with all our expectations and prejudices seems a product of the imagination. The genius.
I would like to share the 11th chapter of my autobiographical sigilic living-book, the Alchemical Astronomicon !!
Just kidding… but, yes, maybe if I don’t die too old a grandchild can use my skin for the cover of the family grimoire, huh? I would love to live the afterlife as a book
I selected some alchemical and astrological signs, and planetary intelligences from Francis Barret’s Magus and Behenian Stars from Agrippa’s De Occulta Philosophia libri III, and then took them to my friend Paulo André from Voodoo Tattoo – Brazil RJ, who stochastically applied them to my arm.