Symmachos-ZEUS/SHAITAN
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Premise: When I did the Ritual of Zeus, I noticed that his kind of essence (I thought I was perceiving it during the Ritual) was really "ineffable" (as HPS Maxine Dietrich attributed to Satanas). The reason is that its power seems complete.
In the sense that you don't have to be explaining "Zeus is this, he is that, he can this thing and also the other," I felt it as if there was nothing to be transmuted in concrete contexts because it was already "every" in itself.
I don't know how to explain it precisely because to keep understanding it at the level of definitions helps to understand, but it's not relevant. The best way I can define it, or at least define it in my experience, is "it does not define itself because it is already itself the definition."
But that was not the Topic. I meant, when it was time for the minute of silence with my eyes closed on the mental void, I stared at black with my eyes closed (there wasn't much else to look at lol).
At one point I noticed that a colored spot was appearing (it wasn't colored in the sense of "colored paint," we'll gloss over that because I couldn't explain the color anyway). During inhalation and exhalation it was changing shape.
While inhaling it stretched out in height and while exhaling it widened in length (or was it the other way around. I don't remember exactly, but it doesn't matter now). At some point it started to hold a stable shape and shake. Then it started to twirl (I don't remember the direction).
It looked like a spinning black hole. And later it took the shape of a tornado (I swear, I am not hallucinating. I was with my eyes closed by the way hahaha). After that, I opened my eyes again.
I had not yet broken the silence, but I felt a very strong ecstasy of bliss. It was so powerful that I uttered the rest of the text with extreme difficulty. As if I had to freeze after each word because of the condiction I was feeling.
In the sense that you don't have to be explaining "Zeus is this, he is that, he can this thing and also the other," I felt it as if there was nothing to be transmuted in concrete contexts because it was already "every" in itself.
I don't know how to explain it precisely because to keep understanding it at the level of definitions helps to understand, but it's not relevant. The best way I can define it, or at least define it in my experience, is "it does not define itself because it is already itself the definition."
But that was not the Topic. I meant, when it was time for the minute of silence with my eyes closed on the mental void, I stared at black with my eyes closed (there wasn't much else to look at lol).
At one point I noticed that a colored spot was appearing (it wasn't colored in the sense of "colored paint," we'll gloss over that because I couldn't explain the color anyway). During inhalation and exhalation it was changing shape.
While inhaling it stretched out in height and while exhaling it widened in length (or was it the other way around. I don't remember exactly, but it doesn't matter now). At some point it started to hold a stable shape and shake. Then it started to twirl (I don't remember the direction).
It looked like a spinning black hole. And later it took the shape of a tornado (I swear, I am not hallucinating. I was with my eyes closed by the way hahaha). After that, I opened my eyes again.
I had not yet broken the silence, but I felt a very strong ecstasy of bliss. It was so powerful that I uttered the rest of the text with extreme difficulty. As if I had to freeze after each word because of the condiction I was feeling.
