Hot Tantric Knights

One of the esoteric Orders I work within is that of The Arcane Magical Order of the Knights of Shambhala a group that has its roots in the Tantric lineages of the 9th century. This order combines two streams of Tantric initiation, that of the Uttara Kaula (the Shakta or Goddess focused Clan) and the Nath cult of Matsyendranath (a broadly Shivite form of tantrism). In the modern age these traditions of practice were developed by the work of  Mike Magee (Lokanath) and John Power (Vilasanath). These people had in turn been inspired by the explorations of H H Shri Gurudev Mahendranath, aka “Dadaji”, aka Lawrence Miles (1911–1992) who famously was advised by Crowley to ‘go east young man!’ (ie to India) in order to learn about magick. Mahendranath blended Western Occultism and Paganism (including the Thelemic cosmology of Crowley) and Tantric styles. Thus initiating an inspirational corpus of writings which is essentially an esoteric fusion cuisine baked somewhere between 93 and 108 degrees.

Although AMOOKOS has perhaps one of the longest and most defensible lineages of initiation claimed by any occult group in the west (probably) the Order itself is far from a formal affair. An initiation process exists and this is predicated in part on following a recommended course of study but, more importantly, on the development of a relationship between the aspirant and their Sumitra (spiritual friend).

Though this form of esoteric practice is over a thousand years old, and has migrated from India, Nepal and Tibet into the West (before the current wave of Vajrayana Buddhism in Europe and America as described by the recent film When the Iron Bird Flies) it is still a little known organisation. The main reason for this is that the spirit of the lineage itself finds its own way. Current Naths are (generally) supremely disinterested in encouraging would-be members to do the work, become initiates, or get involved in any way. Some claim that this attitude is a clever smokescreen to ensure that only those with a real commitment to mastering the secrets of tantra stick it out long enough to receive Diksha.

...and don't forget to breathe.

…and don’t forget to breathe.

Many of the AMOOKOS-style practices themselves are (like the sex magick secrets of the OTO) only known to those who have undergone initiation, or have access to the internet. They are also (like many good things) often very simple. Here’s one I’ve been getting into over the last few months…

Nadi Shodhana

There are many variations of this practice.

The essential technique is to sit in a meditative posture (Padmasana is usual but Vajrasana may be used also) after at least 30 minutes of hot body work (Ashtanga yoga for instance), and before adopting Shavasana.

The hand is placed so that the index finger is in contact with the ajnachakra and the thumb is used to seal the right nostril. Breath is taken in through the left nostril. This stimulates and cleans the lunar (Ida) channels of the body. The breath comes into the body and fills it, eventually entering the Muladhara chakra and stimulating Kundalini.

The breath is now directed out of the body through the right nostril (the thumb seals the left nostril). In this way the lunar channel is both filled and flushed, cleansing the psycho-sexual-energetic organism. During this process the lunar energy of the breath must be sensed. The tantrika should be able to discern the form of the lunar power (which will depend on the phase of the moon, the age and health of the practitioners body and many other factors). It may appear as the cold, blue-white wyrd glow of the moon. Or the pearlised milk of the divine Mother. It may have a felt sense (for example cool and fresh) rather than a visual form, or may manifest as a sound. The practitioner should pay attention to any changes in colour or other imaginary manifestations of the air as it leaves the right nostril. These often indicate the presence of spiritual obstructions that this practice seeks to dissolve. It may be necessary to hold the inhalation for a few moments to allow the ida breath to pool at the root of the shushumna and have time to radiate its power throughout the body.

The lunar breath is maintained until there is no discernable difference in quality between the inbreath and the outbreath. The ida has percolated fully through the subtle body, cleansing the nadis, so that the energy exiting the body carries no hint of impurity.

Subtle anatomy

Subtle anatomy

This process is then repeated, this time breathing in through the right nostril, pulling in the solar pingala breath. The breath manifests as warm, golden, frankincense scented air (again the practitioner should remain attentive to the form of the solar breath and the way it manifests in the imagination as this will provide insights into the subtle state of the body at that time of practice. Try to feel the solar force rather than construct the way it manifests according to a predetermined schema).

Once the ida and pingala nadis have been invigorated and cleansed a few breaths are taken with both nostrils open. In this breath the kundalini stirs, hums with vitality and the body is flooded with magical power. Stay in this state as long as desired and then adopt Shavasana and let go of the practice.

Vajranath

Information Just Wants to Be Free – Open Source Magic and Decoherent Weirdness

“How random is random?” asked William Burroughs thirty years ago, on a record that was playing in my bedroom while I earnestly cut up pages from the Bible, the proto-queer zine Square Peg and some old pathology text books appropriated from a Nursing Hospital that I’d been employed in as a temp to “rationalise space” (i.e. clean out cupboards.) It’s a question that’s stayed with me. Currently, the question has mutated into a genetic variaton; “how can you introduce genuinely random events into magickal ritual?” In turn this has led me to wonder if randomness actually exists – a debate that has raged in philosophical forums such as this one and math geek computer freak forums such as this one.

The word on the (virtual) street in answer to the question of the existence of randomness is “it depends”. I’m a Bell’s Theorem kind of magician and like to think in the words of one contributor to the debate that “ all is random, and there are no underlying deterministic mechanisms and variables, even if our brains just cannot accept that. Think of determinism as a conceptual illusion, analogous to optical illusions that can fool the brain in the visual area.”

brain illusions

brain illusions

So, from a quantum physics point of view (if there ever can be a singular ‘point’ of view) determinism is in itself an act of neurological magick – a triumph of belief (and neural networks) over reality. But then you already knew that didn’t you? That’s why you practice chaos magick n’est ce pas? Superposition and entanglement are second nature to you, and all that stuff in Chapter 5 of The Apophenion fits you like a replacement skin, yes?

And yet…and yet… if all is random how do we string together acts or gestures in ritual to create an intentional narrative? What holds it all together to make (non)sense for the participants? Is it something connected with the collective act of “doing” something at the same time (in a group)? Or is it something to do with the wave-like impression we make or leave behind on/in space and time as it continually collapses in/on itself? After all some of the things we do in ritual are just plain silly (for example I’m currently adapting the Cthulhu mythos for The Clangers – Froglets and Soup Dragon and The Cloud replacing the Old Ones; tentacles with blue string…sky-moos and Iron Chicken instead of Shub-Niggurath and Yog-Sothoth,) Yet the things we do can carry a very strong affect. Something happens, but we’re not always sure what it is. Is Tiny Clanger really becoming-me?

How I’ve been trying to get my head around this is by working with ideas drawn from the Open Source movement. Whereas the Open Source Religion movement has explored the ideas associated with “making public” that which was previously secret – for example the Open Source Order of the Golden Dawn: think Wikileaks but with more squiggles – instead I’m more interested in the idea of the ways in which Open Source coding develops breaks and then forms tributaries or forks away from the source code itself. As Julian and Nikki would put it, something to do with the fractal qualities of information itself – as you zoom in you also zoom out, one territory or plateau opens or unfolds out into an eternal other. A Baphometic incompleteness that defines and eludes itself. Erik Raymond refers to this more pragmatically as “Homesteading the Noosphere” in his compelling account of Open Source culture “The Cathedral and the Bazaar” available here.

Open Source coding draws upon shells and kernels to create space for the mutations and variations of the source code. In the same way in magick there are certain kernels we use – the circle, the spiral, the elements, the metaphors of time, space and the universe itself contained within the space and emerging from that space. Let’s try and explain what this means in practice…

Holy fuck”, I look up and realise that seven other people are waiting for something to happen. We’re in a low ceilinged cellar and the lights are out. The source code is running – the circle is cast and the participants have synchronised their breathing, we are grounded. On a table nearby, an image of Papa Legba, some chillis, apricot brandy, red body paint, red candles, a knife and matches. What are the kernels here? Movement, contemplation, stillness, frenetic hysteria, harm, love, anger, rage, powerlessness, fear. By my side some scribbled notes on paper and a sigil. I’m powered up on caffeine and sugar – invoking the molecules of amphetamine, cocaine and crystal meth…. the spells of the binding, the spells of the spinning, the spells of the linking.

bon veve

bon veve

“I don’t know what’s going to happen or what we’re going to do.” I say and there’s some laughter, but I really don’t. Even my explanation of the ritual is a bit haphazard; “dancey bit, quiet bit, bowing bit.” We jack into metaphysical cyberspace with a statement of intent, and the ritual unfolds – the drumming from another culture blasts out of the speakers and the rudimentary instructions I gave about crunk dancing and Thorn Coyle’s sacred movement trigger a Mexican wave of twitching and shaking. It’s then, that I know I/we am/are in. Inside the data flow, inside the pansychophere: everything is coming up in a volcanic blast. Yes you, skeletal greasy haired ghost-girl sourcing ecstasy at the Ministry of Sound: 21-09-1991 your sunken eyes here in the room in 2013. Holy fuck. Dead slave ghosts rising from the Black Atlantic. Legba coalesces inside the data flow- the memesphere punches into my chest – I am speaking French….

In the near darkness one participant meets me eye to eye, neither of us back down, I sense his resistance and flow around it – physically I move outside the circle and smear his head with red glitter gel. He capitulates. Peaches sings “you can’t fuck with me, you can’t fuck with me.” I am inside all these bodies. I am outside my own body. We perform war.

First fork: “he’s getting all up in my face” the drumming stops – the participants are flagging, sweating, uncertain – I anoint them with red paint – they are blooded – fox tails torn from their bodies and smeared on the faces of the hunt masters children. “I see you, I see you, I see you” who sees who? “I’m not in right now, please leave a message at the sound of the tone..”

Second Fork: swig this, swig this, nobody argues. They glug the apricot brandy. Legba’s energy is in the room; burning our throats and entering our bodies. The churnings of the anthrosphere, biosphere and geosphere. Holy fuck this is getting scary. I love it. No knives in reach. Luckily.

Abandoned nodes – red papier mache skull given to me by a Jamaican woman I worked with who said she was being torn apart by spirits

Abandoned nodes – chilli peppers to be eaten, rubbed into the skin. Thank Goth.

Abandoned nodes – getting people to write their intentions on the sigil – FORK – we scream out words and burn the sigil instead.

Abandoned nodes – Box Energy by DJ Pierre to soften the mood. FORK – I talk us all down from the window ledge. “Breathe”

***NEW FORK*** – Legba transformed by Joanna Macy’s switchback ride – Bowing to Our Adversaries – hope out of despair; Legba’s death instinct and Joanna’s life instinct. Thanateros.

***NEW FORK*** – Dissipating the “red mist” of anger via the base chakra and out through the body. We collectively vomit peace as we bow down to our enemies.

Return to source Code – grounding and banishing – eating salty Pringles and impersonating Homer Simpson: Doh! Triple Doh! Triple jewel. Buddha, Dharma, Sangha. Body, Speech, Mind.

Then it’s over and the subroutines melt back into the source code. We are shaken, ecstatic, surprised.

We have created a story out of randomness. Meaning from chaos.

“Each time as magicians we move from state to state, trance to trance, we destroy a world.” The Book of Baphomet p.166

“Ouvrir la partition/Ouvrir la porte/la vie devient la mort….un serpent se deplace le long de ma colonne vertebrale/Je vous suis/Vous etes moi…”

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