Journal 32: Battle Against a True Hero
So I received a green lanterns ring. A scarab from Jaime Reyes, and learned how to weave a story via the actual african spirit anansi the spider. He was adamant I put that in this journal rather than the other one. Via all this apocalypse junk I’ve been meeting some very important people. On the astral, historical figures from times past, politicians. I’ve even achieved a certain level of omnicians that I can’t quite get into here. Some people in my ask box on tumblr keep getting on me about involving friends of mine in this. I’ve already talked to friends of mine about this. It’s not strangers on the internet’s job to worry about my friends trauma or how my friends and I are involved with the apocalypse. It’s just not. We got this and despite being online personas we are still very private people.
If you are reading this centuries or years from now and the world hasn’t ended and you find this all facadical and weird good. It means we were successful. Because here’s the thing. It’s not just earth. It’s everything that is ending. The milenia as I call it. And while that might freak a few kids on tumblr out, I got this, the gods got this, my friends got this, and while I may speak openly about this, I have a grasp on what I’m doing. I am panda blood. I am Azia. I know my lore, what I’m doing, how to fix everything. I treat “the game” which is what I call the war of reality, as a toy. Because I have too. I was talking with an old egpytion founder of economics very briefly because I guess we’re fuking doing necromancy now, and he told me that “you are a toymaker. Your job in all of creation is fun. You are a god of toys. If you don’t have fun, then it’s dead. It’s death. So see this war as a game because you have too” and I don’t really want to get into delusions of grandeur about being a god here in my journal or on stupid hellsites like tumblr of all places.
But I am a dual occultist who has made strides where you can not grasp. So call me crazy. Unfollow my blogs and writings. Close the book your reading this from. This all is beyond you. So now we come to the question. “Why pop culture magick?” When I was given the task to save the world from the gods it wasn’t just me chosen, but the big kahoona as I call him and others asked me how to do it and mad as I was at the time chose fiction. There are many stories about why in ancient times fiction and reality were the same thing. They breathed the same air. Were of the same soil. Were crafted of the same spirit. But this bored the gods and scared the people. Burdened the famers, and angered Naftitit, I believe her name was. So she struck up a plan. She took her scythe, or in some instances a stick I imagine it as more a wooden raw, and jammed her hand across the story (sometimes her favorite story) and then some gory and obtuse sometimes sexual stuff happened, and then stories and lies were separate, the people rejoiced and imagination was gifted to people. Theirs varrietations, theirs stories like this in every culture if you go back far enough.
Mayan, Aztec, Egyption, Norse, Hedoin, Acayan, Acriansian, Cayoin, Egotin, and more I could name that aren’t well known beyond their states that a simple google search won’t provide because I know these names via gods and foresight. They really are obscure. The truth is fiction and reality were once the same thing. And in alot of “Revolation” like apocalypse stories they separate but become together again. I chose to dabble in the apocalypse by bleding the two because that way it’s like a cipher! Only the really really smart ones? Will figure out what’s happening (hell even some writers are unaware) and be able to take their guides and messages that the stories give them and be able to do something with that knowledge.
When I said neil gaimens a prophet I didn’t mean that coreline actually happened. Or that American Gods and Good Omens were bible prophecies. I meant something very different. And if you’re not smart enough to figure out what I meant by now just disregard teh whole sentiment. My writing just isn’t for you.
The world and everywhere really is going through a rebirth. That’s why I’m teaching defence against the dark arts, bending, and jeddiism. That’s why I’m dabbling with the stupid grimoures. Cus I have too, not because I want to. Pop Culture magick at least right now is doomed to be seen as a hoax and a fools tool. I’m totally fine with that. I’m fine if my name is dragged through the dirt and I am called a a madman. I will never stop writing. I could loose every goddamed follower on this planet. But my crying? It will never be in vein.
Sorry if this scares you. I’m handling it. Maybe it should. But we’re in good hands. I hope? That that is enough for right now.
-Olive Out.
