Sunday Stream, and a Prelude Of Things To Come...

Focus on the Alchemical Catechism.

So, I’m gonna continue to maintain a Sunday Stream on a regular schedule.

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Every Sunday at 7:00pmEST / 6:00pmCST.

The focus will shift each week. My first stream was focused on Comms. The second one was focused on Spiritualism. This next one will be a cross-section between the two.

Chill Streams are for me to practice getting used to streaming. Don’t feel obligated to watch them or join, though I appreciate any conversation you’re willing to offer me!

The Topic

There is a document called the Alchemical Catechism

I will be going over it line by line. It’s long, so I probably won’t finish.

I wish to demonstrate just how far back and intricate this Comms system is. Where it originated. How it was used. How it has been adapted over time. But, more importantly, how the Alchemists who chased the Philosopher’s Stone used encoded language to hide their true “Art” which is the path of Self Determination.

I am not a full fledged Adept. I’m think I’m close though. I certainly have the aptitude. I’ve always thought in metaphor, even as a child. It’s been very lonely… I see the world as a collection of symbols, an alphabet of archetypes, their various attributes being like conjugations.

This gives me the ability to transcribe these old documents. Others have to work very hard for it, but for me it comes naturally. This is not a gift by default. Do not confuse it for one. It is a curse until you use it to spread the Word. In all other instances of its use, it leads to certain ruin…

Personal Baggage…

I’ve made so many mistakes. Missed out on many opportunities. I am less human and more a cold, shambling book whose ink has soured.

I’m stubborn. I’ve refused putting up the necessary protections to avoid tragedy. I don’t think I will change, as I’m already up to my neck in it anyways.

I’ve met a demon. I was shown Hel’el both before and after the fall. I’ve felt a cold claw tear down my spine like a hand shedding leaves from a sprig of herbs…

For all these things, I am a Fool.

I have done all this so that others may benefit from my suffering. It is wrong for this knowledge to be reserved for only a select few. In my haste to dispense it freely, and without expectation of return, there are things I will get wrong and for that I am eternally sorry. There’s not much more time left for me to cover this material in the way I wish to express it. Things are out of my hands, as they always have been.

The Phoenix rises soon. Trump and his associates may be its Practitioners, but others prepared the reagents long ago. We are in the Crucible. Soon humanity will be born anew.

I can feel it.

Sin will reek of sulfur. None will be able to hide their internal conflict.

Heaven On Earth is when no one can sin without their brothers and sisters knowing they are in pain on the inside. Sin leaves scars. When we are once again able to see the scars that calcify on the inside, we will finally be in that oft prophesied Era of Light.

Patience

Please be patient with me… I am not worthy to reveal these things to you yet — my vocabulary is lacking. I hardly comprehend the full breadth of what is taking place, myself. I speak only with the authority afforded me from the Spirit that rests upon me.

I often do not remember what I have written, even within a day of posting it…

Sometimes it does not feel like my words. I cannot in good conscience claim full credit. I am not worthy. I am vain. I had asked without thinking.

Pray for me. Pray that I only do His Will, the Will of the Universal Love.

If I may be so bold, I ask that you share my posts — anything that has moved you. I hope to be an evergreen resource that is prevalent no matter where/when we are. Others like me must be found. They must be shown they are not alone and that they are not cursed if they but open themselves up to God’s Will. I hope to point the way for others to pave the road.

What is happening is Biblical. Not all will reach the Promised Land.

I am not worthy… It is not my path to tread.