Some may recall my failure at magick years back. The attempt was aborted when things got entirely too wierd and I slept that night with all the lights on and the television blaring.
I've been working through the academics of evoking a couple of demons in the spirit of King Solomon who did the very same thing. I do know that I lack some of the large copper vessels he used for containment — and I haven't really absorbed the information contained in the Goetia (Lesser Keys of Solomon) and those terms and traditions likewise are not at sufficient understanding to do more than discuss my intentions.
While this may eventually be some foolhardy mistake I come to regret, the world has devolved to a point where it's really not an option to merely stand by and watch it all unfold without at least attempting to intervene at some level ...
In my waking hours I have been reading up on Aleister Crowley and getting ready. I recall having a discussion of this with my Jehovah's Witness friends who have not returned since that day. Oh well, to each their own.
The pursuit of becoming a magician is certainly much more reading than I ever gave it credit. I'm glad I aborted my first attempt which I engaged without any reading other than the preparation and execution.
I'm not looking to become a mage so much as just determining if any viable options do exist for me. I am at an age where it simply doesn't matter if that which I attain meets the disapproval of anyone. I'm tired of what is going on with the treachery of the political world and the idiots trying to implement a so-called New World Order and the criminals like the Obamas and Clintons as well as the traitor Bushes of the world getting over on everyone else.
I stand on the precipice of what I view as attempting to change things for the better. If it takes a demon to do this, so be it. I'm game. If it was good enough for Solomon, son of David and his concubine Bathsheba ... it's good enough for me. This is merely one of a bunch of irons I have in the fire.