Seriously, you probably are. Reality, I think, is just a little more subjective than we probably understand. There’s been a million books and articles written about Law of Attraction, and that’s not really what I’m talking about anyway. I find the typical LoA belief system to seem a little…well a little mean sometimes. I think it can give people an easy excuse to blame the conditions of someone’s life solely on them. Like if someone is poor, it’s because that’s the energy they’re putting out into the world, so it’s their fault. I’m really not into it like that. What I think, is that through deliberate and conscious acts of will, you can assert your own perception of reality onto reality at large. I’m sure there have been times in your life when you have wanted something really, really bad. Maybe it was the attention of an attractive person, or maybe an approval for a loan, or a specific birthday present. You wanted this thing so hard that you just knew you were going to get it. You knew it deep in your heart to the point that you were not even worried that you wouldn’t. And you did! You got the thing just like you knew you would.
Did you know you were going to get it as a prediction and nothing more, or did knowing you were going to get it, actually make it happen? I get that this can imply that you could do bad things to yourself too, like pretending to be sick to get out of work, and then a couple days later actually getting sick. Did that happen because you lied? Well, kind of….maybe. If you ask me, you knew you were lying, so the only thing you were really putting out there is that you lie. But, since everyone believed you, their perception is that you were sick. Maybe you were a little too convincing, and now enough psychic juju is out there circulating the astral plane to give you the sniffles. You must be careful because your words and intentions can be powerful in lots of different ways.
In his only good book, Nocturnicon, the occultist Konstantinos lays bare a lot of the things many modern magicians leave behind the curtain. Mainly, that when you break it all down to the low fuckin’ dirty ass truth of it, it doesn’t matter what school of magic you delve into. It doesn’t matter what order or secret society you may have paid your way into. All of it is for the psychic drama. Freemason rituals are powerful because of the camp of it all. First you join a secret society plagued by rumors of global conspiracy and deep mystical powers. You work your way through a few circles (which, conveniently, involve larger and larger “donations”) and soon you’re in a circle, surrounded by other men dressed exactly the same as you. An old man with a big white beard is holding a sword to your heart, and the men are all chanting quietly as you recite well practiced vows of secrecy and obedience. And let me tell you…it works.
It works because of the psychodrama. It sticks in your head, it feels important. It feels real. So you don’t open your mouth about the secrets of the club. You are a Mason for the rest of your life, exactly like you said you would. Like you knew you would. With enough psychodrama you can make yourself believe just about anything, and once you believe a thing, and you live your life according to the thing, and you react to the thing regardless of anyone else seeing or believing the thing, then isn’t it essentially real? If you cast a spell that makes you happy, believe that it works, and feel happy…I mean…didn’t you do it? Didn’t you just really cast a spell, that really worked?
Now, the skeptical part of me immediately says, “Alright, so conjure up a turkey sandwich, then.” And… that’s fair. There’s clearly limits, but I don’t think we really understand how the limits work. I don’t think it’s as simple as a straight end-to-end bar. It’s a spectrum of success and failure, as most things are. Maybe you can’t conjure up a physical object in a puff of smoke, but maybe you can inspire the kind of psychodrama necessary to get you a job, so you can afford to buy turkey, bread, and delicious, delicious mayonnaise. Or maybe you go a different route, maybe you psychodrama your way into a disability check. The opportunities are really endless once you get out there into the abstract. Pretend you’re a schizophrenic long enough, and I bet you’ll start hearing voices. Try it for yourself! Tell yourself that you don’t like your own favorite food. Write it down. Say it over and over. Meditate, chanting, “I hate pizza. I hate pizza. I hate pizza”…do that for a couple hours every day for a month and tell me you could go for a slice. Betcha can’t. Betcha won’t even try, because you know I’m right.
Love you.
Barbarian Perspective 