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Thagirion Incense, Ingredients

I have shared this with a few customers, so I make it available here as well. This is a short research into the plants that compose my incense blend for contemplative work with the qlipha Thagirion. Aspects that tie in here are the sun of the underworld and afterlife, the sun’s burning and eruptive aspects, fire of inspiration etc. Here are also references to the ecstasy of the lotophagi. What…

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Psychonaut

I've been out in the smoky winds of cannabis.

Where thoughts fade in and out of the interior vision. Where the pupils tattle on themselves. Where the canvas is never left blank and the refrigerator is never left full. Where anyone's a friend and nobody's an enemy. Where smiles are seated on the sofa of my face and hardly get up for anything. Where inventions constantly request my attention.

I've run through the offices of amphetamine.

Where the workers are orderly and numbered systematically. Where food is unnecessary and sleep is shunned. Where the teeth are ground to prevent the dreaded onset of silence. Where the shoelaces are always tied enough times to prevent themselves from being stepped on. Where the observations are neatly filed away in my memory.

I've been in the side roads of alcohol.

Where all is normal and venom-breath is typical. Where the balconies sway until I fall to my death. Where my friends would catch me if they weren't drunk as well. Where bruises are ignored and vomit puddles are rarely swept up Where warmth fills my gut and I take another swig.

I've been through the jittery halls of caffeine.

Where the hallways filled with chattering students on break. Where the aroma of roasted beans fills the lunchroom. Where the job is never left undone. Where the mug is constantly refilled. Where drops of milk dissolve in the potent black abyss.

I've been all over the world of psycho-actives.

Where emotions echo and amplify themselves. Where energetic thoughts violently burst from my skull. Where life is sometimes like Cloud Nine and other times like Purgatory. Where prescription bottles lay outstretched on the counter, waiting for their activation. Where existence has one solid meaning. Where the mist doesn't clear, but is finally accepted. Where everything just makes sense for once.