Chiron Ghost Wou(n)m(d)b ∴ HAUNT MANUAL
∴ The ThirdScene of The Eclipse Workings for HAUNT MANUAL ∴
On Sunday, April 7th, I held the second monthly Divergent Magick Grimoire “Rite Share”—a private online salon concerning the DMG’s personal uses within a small community of avid practioners (or Damagers). It was a brilliant brain-meld, and a liminal rite to prepare for April 8th’s symphony of celestial and mundane magicks as it informed, refined and focused my planned “final” eclipse working of the “Great American Eclipse Saga 2017-2024” (as per the media).
The following report was largely drafted for those in attendance of that DMG meeting; this report was haphazardly edited for Haunt Manual’s important inclusion as it is the third, and final, eclipse of this first batch of Haunt Manual writings & workings that I will be editing into a print publication. That is to say, forgive the typos and ramshackle fluidity. I wanted this piece out more than polished due to my new schedule.
THE GHOST BABY CHIRON & MOONDIRT LASSOS
I knew how magnanimous the synchros of this 2024 eclipse would be threefold:
∴ The thirdscene (the third component of Hauntomantic Rites) of the moon-toiled threeseen (∴)—the third act’ed framework for these Haunt Manual writings that nominally sparked under the howling-mad totality of the August, 21st 2017’s Eclipse.1
∴ The breath-birth of the lurking absolute Change in the Death card’s Resolver Position in the Disolver ∴ Eco ∴ Resonar Tarot Spread concerning my career that was divined amidst the October 2023 eclipse.2
∴ The year anniversary of my Listening Post Alpha & ALW Cipher integration’s entrance of my ghostly companion, Little Wind’s, introduction on the 120th anniversary of the Feast Of Three Days, a Thelemic holiday celebrating the Aiwass-channeled Book Of The Law that birthed the ALW Cipher.3
Monday morning I grogged after a dream-riddled REM-tumble and managed to slither-tither-to-the-floor to begin the day as I had planned for this new trajectory's routine. You see, not only was this eclipse a hauntomantic holiday, it was also the first day of a new career trajectory!
I kept churning my mind to make-material the need to be present, to be spritely, for the moonshadow occasion’s possible circadian upsets in an otherwise demanding day.
A fervent stretch, a quick coffee brewed, and a deep meditative ambulatory dog-stroll with Dzarro in the smokey Cascadian morning kicked off some of the dream detritus that lingered still. I made sure to willfully narrate the micro-processes of this routine—almost instilling a sense of subjective authorship to the otherwise mundane magicks of common routine-isms.
Eventually it came time for my Divergent Magick scripted Eclipse “Liminal Bath Rite.” As the sun was being discourteous’d through the moon’s brash alignment, I worked the rite as I had distilled in the DMG. Without getting too droll about the innards of the rite, I'll just say:
∴ I made offerings of Almond Joys and alcohol to a few SPECTRES, both seen and unseen, both known and unknown, with a certain bone-whittled Santisima Muerte Idol ever present
∴ Calibrated color coded candles encased in certain oils and fragrances with sigils lit
∴ Performed an ecstatic stretch and body rhythm session
∴ All the while humming a specific "mantra" to keep time of the tithes
As I sit in the bath with the showerhead on full steam to allow a molecular encasement within the "ritual waters," I began my Sefirot Meditation (or take on the meditation)—every liminal bath requires this as a sequence step, and I will eventually write out the Sefirot Meditation as its own rite in an effort to document my long-storied & “usual” processes…
…In the Greek Magical Papyri’s ritual schema, there’s a maddening ingredient, or Rite Invo/Evocation sequence, that simply states, “Add the usual.” I take this to mean the anarchic usual practices and gris-gris / potpourri that is common to each practitioner. And by this measure, the “usual” would be my guided Sefirot Meditation’s steps.
For an example on the Sefirot Meditation, you can listen to my Haunt Manual audio-chapter of the meditation I did on the anniversary of the 8/21/17 total eclipse here. The introduction is a narration of what these Sefirot Meditations can illustrate:
During this meditation I already pondered an Observation for the DMG; I found my mind hard thrust within synaptic impulses of brain fodder—like shadow slashes of mind knife play, from dastardly visions to mundane joys both of my memory and never known at all. I had noticed I was already logging the Observation for the DMG WHILE I was beginning the meditation! I thought that was funny and part and parcel to the intrinsic nature of the DMG’s schema.
When I was finally able to conform the purple tetrahedron energies into a serviceable flying apparatus (in the meditation, of course!) I found myself immediately lifting off the calcium white dirt of the moon. This caught me off guard as I'm usually raising out of the somatic environment of where I am meditating to begin with (such as this specific shower, apartment, block, city, etc.) This made me double back to halt the quickened process, and to lower towards the moondirt in awe. When I turned around I saw nothing but the fiery spits and chasms of orange to white blinding light—the sun was directly behind me and I was front-row to the eclipse alignment. This was confirmed when I turned and unblurred my psychick retinas I could see the earth ensconced in the preternatural dark of space, far but directly in-line with my moondirt setting. I marveled at the celestial hums I heard, like slowly shifting spheres of the moon and the earth were un-oiled gears and servos of a distant machine.
Soon I saw a woman with pale skin leading a pale horse on the earth side of the moondirt. She was naked aside from a white headscarf-cape like garment that flowed behind her. She seemed emotionless and admonishing. And just stood, staring blankly at me as the horse neighed. I immediately placed this as a visage of Santa Muerte, but after some rumination I’m not so sure. A bit on the nose, all of this thus far, I thought.
Then the sun began to boil my skin. I knew immediately I was to shed it, as it is part and parcel to this meditations own schema, to slowly remove the skin finger-by-finger, limb-from-limb. Finally, to remove my face like a Halloween mask, a back-of-head peel-and-pull, exposing a familiar galaxy riddled phantom underneath.
When it came time to "ADD mY USuAL," I knew that I was to tether the "Sine Wave Serpents" first to the earth, lassoing a pink ectogasmic energy around the circumference, then the sun—a sort of aimless hip-shot into the blinding light that was so unusually close. I rose and tethered the energy to the moon underneath, and finally, the fourth Ectogasm lasso shot up into the black heavens. Upon pink meeting black, a phantom eye opened and blinked—my right eye, the one with the brown birthmark, the birthmark portal to the base of the Sefirot tree.
I climbed that Ectogasmic Sine Wave Serpent up into the brown birthmark and finally emerged at the base-pond of the eternal autumnal Great Tree. I felt in a rush, as if my marveling at the eclipse-row-seat wasted some time in the spheres. I also heard the celestial gears of the heavens getting louder and louder, connoting some sort of impending cataclysm.
I scaled the branches to (what I assume is) Binah and fell in. I hit a field of moving and permeating grass and insect, and immediately started drowning in the “eternal growth” I had fallen into. I could see a comic panel of my silhouette entombed by flowers and swamp scum miles deep! I then focused on my left hand, and felt the tendrils and snakes of the "growing" begin to form a sort of extended limb around my left shoulder and begin to permeate towards the surface.
Finally, I was able to raise myself to the door of Binah with this arm of "growing". The green sinew tether formed from my "coyote howlin' at the crescent" stick-n-poke on my upper left arm; a coyote cackling tentacle of hail-mary growth. I immediately knew I had lassoed the moon and communed with Binah for the "growing" from my Left. Cue Jimmy Stewart.
Utilizing my new lasso-like apparatus of green-growing, I managed to swing the branches to (what I assume to be) Gevurah, to glean some of the blinding light that radiates from a screaming (g)od(dess). As I opened the rickety hatch to the bulbous plant-growth that droop from the high branch, I could hear the infinite screams from the man in the middle of a white desert, light bellowing out of his gullet and eyes into a blinding sky. I managed to dip my right hand into the blinding light while safely tethered to the door with my left. I felt it charge my celestial veins and infect the stick-n-poke symbol tattoo on my upper right should—a modified "Zia"—or Navajo sun symbol. I had gleaned some of the blinding light for my Right.
I then chose to visit the eternal mother, the nebulous dark womb-world of (what I assume to be) Hokmah. This one I feared most, because I feared leaving it. There is a darkly warmth about this nebulous place, like the calm surrender of a fetus in an embryonic warmth (literally and figuratively) as when I pierced the poppy-milk bulb, and entered Hokmah, I saw a phantom fetus desolate and glowing in the far. This fetus immediately reminded me of the Chiron, the" “wounded healer,” as discussed in our DMG chat the day earlier. This Chiron, the one that felt abandoned and left to the ghostly void, supposedly my Gemini Chiron, suckled on an esophageal tether to the unseen. This ghost baby Gemini Chiron was twin-less and wound-tethered to the unknown womb-walls of natal dark, hummed and dimmed in the big-bright-dark, and no bigger than my heart. I knew to cradle it to my chest, and to absorb it into my chest, and finally, to leave the dark womb. As the twinless Gemini fetus sponged my chest, I shot awake in the roaring sharing.
I took a minute to recalibrate. I took a lifetime to recalibrate.
After the meditation I felt focused on a new film-of-self, so to speak. I quickly closed my Liminal Bath Rite and prepared a station for my Eclipse D.E.R. tarot reading spread. The last one, who’s Revelator card, or the card that reveals the subject of what to Dissolve, Echo & Resonate was the 4 of Pentacles, thus I knew my eclipse reading was centered around a stability of finances and career last October. That October Eclipse reading also told me to Resonate the absolute: change with the Death card, portending that my then-stasis would need a radical transformation to attune to the Emperor’s Ritual Card. And here I was, six months later, beginning a new normal with a new career trajectory! So what can this eclipse D.E.R. tarot spread reveal?4
4.08.24 Eclipse D.E.R. Tarot Spread with Quick Notes:
∴ DISOLVER (What to dissolve, make opaque, see past): PAGE OF CUPS
"Dim the want to start a million new things, strengthen what you already have."
∴ ECO (What to punch forth, repeat): PAGE OF WANDS
"Punch forth the intuitive feelings of creative success when it comes to service and community."
∴ RESOLVER (What resounds and haunts on): TEN OF CUPS
“Resolve towards the appreciation and humility of any fortunes.”
∴ REVELATOR (The Subject of the D.E.R. sequence): THE WORLD
"Place myself within the position of serving a community.”
∴ RITUAL (The Overarching look at the reading itself): KNIGHT OF COINS
"I mist be meticulous, organized and consistent regarding the creative community I can serve.”
After the reading, I felt a surge of need to contact my new job about exact meeting time. It was my first day, after all, and I had a sneaking suspicion things changed from what we had agreed upon. I was right.
I raced down to the Production office, was given a laptop, a credit card, a partner with a truck full of audio / visual equipment and told I would be “baptized by fire” as an event had “popped up” and that I needed to set up and operate an event that was happening in an hour!
The event went well, though long, and I left feeling brain befuddled from over-ingesting new know-how’s and how-to’s. It was a glorious first page of a new chapter, nonetheless!
As I traveled home after such a heavy day in this new trajectory, I couldn't help but realize the trifecta of ornaments in my meditation and how they related to the eclipses I had begun working with ever since August 21st. 2017. That first one, in 2017, was the totality of the tower card needed for everlasting growth, and the left hand of evergreen change that followed the moon. The near-totality in New Mexico last October let just enough light in to not be darkened by the moon, and expelled a direct aperture of my right hand that guided me through the magnanimous focus of the sun. And Monday's eclipse, the final of the 2017 era, a new heart -rhythm fosters a new trajectory like the breached crown of a newborn. The Great Hauntomancy Eclipse ThreeSeen ends in another three dots, though, not just the (∴) in triangle formation, but now, a tether lined in an elipses (…)
All this to say, I hope I foster these vajra well! And look forward to helping foster coyote-moon howling growth, feeding the Chiron ghost baby, and wielding some Zia rays.
Neither, Either, Or in Cascadia,
REVEL∴ KEATS ROSZ
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Please note that these quick-quotes associated with this reading are just that, quick calculations. I will be dissecting this reading in the coming months. However, it does seem to associate itself emphatically with the Damagers of The DMG group, and it makes sense that the aura I brought with me post- group discussion and post-Liminal Bath would be rosey about this very subject: community. We shall see if this haunts on!