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Index for ☢️Wisdom Drafts → 4 Drops

☢️ “Wisdom Drafts” Series ⁘ Talking to myself. As it is. Raw reels compiled. Reflections as it happens. Whomever it may concern.

True Will of Raw Awareness · Where Magical Dragons Fall

True Will of Raw Awareness · Where Magical Dragons Fall ▹

Into the dragon terminal. Not the ancient abyss of magical children wailing about the loss of their selves. The void without support for light or shadows, with your suns and moons, left and right hand paths. Then as to the might of the magicians. You seek empowerment, an edge over others and dominion in this world? In the errors of your subjective will. "Do what though wilt, and that shall be the whole of the law." But the true will is not a subject will. True will is raw choiceless awareness. ☢️Wisdom Drafts ▹

The Necromancer's Occult Dig · Excavate the Ancient of Days

The Necromancer's Occult Dig · Excavate the Ancient of Days ▹

A primer into the world of the occult. Really just a hint at the ground to cover for a well-rounded sense. Perhaps dig Alistair Crowley. Or Agrippa or Eliphas Levi. Or chase the roots of Renaissance magic and the seeds of modern aggregators. Occult Arabic world, greater Abrahamic and Greco-Roman, etc. traditions. Hinduism and the Vedas, Buddhism and Taoist metaphysics. Native shamanic traditions the world around. Such a tedious necromancer's job there. Until the Ancient of Days walks again. Enough dug. ☢️Wisdom Drafts ▹

Harvest Fest of Convergence · Solomon of Asgard Was Here

Harvest Fest of Convergence · Solomon of Asgard Was Here ▹

In this harvest festival of convergent wisdom... Have I been the king of high Jerusalem, wearing the breastplate of judgment with its twelve tribal jewels? Have I been the lord sovereign of Asgard, with the twin ravens on my shoulders, scouting up and down the length and breadth of Yggdrasil the world tree. What comes at the end of our polarizations? ☢️Wisdom Drafts ▹

Of Mootness Most High & Streams Poured for Naught

Of Mootness Most High & Streams Poured for Naught ▹

Not the Book of Job or the Book of Lot. Despite the struggles. Squatting at the gates of a doomed civilization. It's the Book of Moot. The wailings of a voice in the wilderness. The tales of Soloman hailing from the ancient yonders. Hollow of hollows, void of voids, moot of moots. What is crooked, it cannot be straightened. Only the uncountable is lacking. ☢️Wisdom Drafts ▹