Do not call up that which you can not put down.

The Convergence is past. Those are the words with which I am left. The altar housing a familiar I've worked with for a decade is destroyed. The pieces of the altar lie scattered across the floor of the temple.

The familiar, who was as an old friend, did not fare well in the transaction.

Dream: End of the world senario. Opted to check out by drinking organic poison. The can containing the poison had a label saying that the basic ingredient was tofu. Somehow it was important that the poison was organic. (This dream is a good indicator of personal attitudes and bias which may infect the Working.)

Affirmations work. The New Age white light current works. By that I mean it can effect what we call reality. The New Age current has a strength which oft times stems from a persistent and willful ignoring of the shadow side. This works . . . sometimes.

There are times when the shadows are weak. When their strength wains and the light seems to scatter all darkness. There are times when the shadows are strong, and the light seems to divide and fall upon the earth in fitful, short lived pools of shallow luminescence soon to be absorbed by the darkness.

There is discord in the harmonies of the convergence.

Rite: Feeding of Unnamed Ancestors.
In Bloomington, In. with Society of the Crystal Serpent.

Will: The uniting of seen/unseen worlds.
Technique: Afternoon . . . Each ritualist constructed a Spirit Mask. My mask was associated with Papa Legba-traveler between the Worlds. The mask looked pained; "the pain of division is as nothing . . . (AL)."

Evening . . . Various spirit objects placed in center of outdoor circle. Earth objects around perimeter. Earth objects were to be carried (united) to spirit. I used apples (earth) and placed a Ghede figure in the center of the circle along with the masks. Carried the apples to the center and fed dead whose names have been lost through the years. Used tonal chant.

Success: Food accepted.

Comment: White masks in the center of the circle grouped by the Ghede figure stared up from the ground like lost souls. Laska heard a female voice coming from a rattle which was calling for help. Fireworks twisted through the air in serpentine fashion after the rite. It is good to feed and, as Akoko has said, to amuse, the Dead. In particular, those who have laid ignored in their soft murmurings for so long.

Preparation is important when great power is called. Unprepared vessels break easily when subjected to currents wild impulse.

Rite: Greeting of the Sun
Cincinnati, in public park.

Will: In alignment with general Harmonic Convergence mythos (Coming of peace, Heightened awareness).

Technique: Words, censing, and burnt offerings. Snake dance, drums.

Success: Strong, shallow celebratory current.

Comment: The Sun bridged the horizon between two trees producing a truly magnificent spectacle.

It is a conceit of Lesser Gods to believe they own that which they name. Honeyed words and smooth crystals will not tame that which wryths across the sky beset with mad fury. There is a space in which choice fails. There are realms inwhich ancient names resonate in patterns inaccessable to the well wishers ear.

Rite: Feathers of Kukulkan
At Serpent Mound

Will: 1. Contact with Mayan current in the form of link with individual and/or group of Mayan time sorcerers. 2. Establish alignment between Mayan and Maatian current.

Technique: Used altar containing stone ritually charged at Mayan temple in old Chichen. While there, I had gotten into a passage leading under the temple. Made offerings of corn meal and my blood. Concentrated on the stone while reciting over and over with ever increasing exactitude a description of my exact point in time---year, day, minute, second. Opened my mind to communicate the experience of each of those temporal terms. In so doing, I was forging a link between the time sorcerers, the stone and myself.

At Serpent Mound, the stone was in a clay flower dish altar. Three clay guardian figures stood behind and to the sides of a Choc Mai effigy. The stone rested on the back of Choc Mol. Again I repeated the time coordinates. I chanted "IPSOS Kukulkan," blending IPSOS "by the same mouth" and Kukulkan the Serpent as "Long Mouth." Carried altar around the Mound clock-wise. I sat near the head of the serpent and opened myself to the time current linking.

There was drumming and a group rite of celebratrion and dedication. The group rite was best left to itself. Rain fell. I rejoiced. The rain was the same confirmation l received for the rite in the Mayan temple. I walked the dish altar to the tail of the Mound and sat in deep silence. There came a vision of three figures riding upon the serpent. After a short time, a woman arrived and sat to my left, directly before the terminus of the vast serpent's tail. There was an immediate flux in the visual field. Depth perception lessened and color washed out of the grass. I made an offering of tobacco and left the site. In leaving, I took water from the mound area with me.

Home Temple. Sat scrying with altar before a 5' by 5' mirror. Sensed strong influx of Nightside current. Something was very hungry. I fed the figures and stone with water then stood to leave the temple. As I stood, a small side altar housing a familiar collapsed. Its contents rolled upon the floor. Unnerved, I sealed
the Kukulkan altar with a circle of my saliva and went to bed.

Comment: The Convergence now lives in my memory as an exercise in "as if". The second coming of Quetzalcoati saw the fall of a vast new world empire. Can
we expect any less from the third coming? It may well be that a time of purification is at hand. The New Age affirmations which accompanied the convergence may serve as frosting covering a cake of bittersweet chocolate. The entire event may have been manufactured from the beginning. So what? Currents of energy were surely raised and that which eats cares little for distinctions of source. Affirmations may well serve as appetizer. So many people gathered with such good intentions. Many magicks are exercises in "as if." Perhaps projected intention has little effect on a vast historical flow. The distinguishing feature of the energies was hunger.

I am tired. I would lay my head, I would lay my thoughts upon sleeps long soft fingers. When I awake, perhaps it will all be past. Perhaps none save me has been touched by the shadow side of the fiery sky serpent Quetzalcoati. 

Perhaps . . .

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