I gain mana mainly by recycling, I make a sigil, or at least an intention, and then i charge it by collecting plastic bags and litter and recycling it, in this way I gain mana, and can cast a spell, when I cast I enter into deep meditation and I see the reality of what I have done, by working with the debris and giving it new life I have refined it once more and restored something that would have gone to waste, in many ways this act in itself it magic and it has significance outside as well as within, on a spiritual level, I come back to the same thing again and again but it becomes new, I realize though at first it seemed limited and finite, its actually unlimited and its going through cycles, the process I play in recycling, and cleansing the forest to the greater good of nature, on all sides, is actually one of the strongest living shamanisms we have today, and have always had, recycling has always existed, in some form or the other. There are ways to recycling anything to refine it, everything must be recycled differently, in the end nirvana is attained, and all things autonomously self liberate, i.e. self-recycle, this is the pure original state of nature and the state of optimal health, everything always changes they say, but nothing escapes this cycle, nothing is eternal, except for change itself. I feel the metaphor of physically recycling is a good grounding action for my magical practice (in this case wantism) to be focused around, because it allows for much realization into the true nature of the world on a practical level, but it also connects to many integral parts of the pagan spirituality, reincarnation, karma, taoism, understanding over time, and the passage of energy through the seasons, it can translate through many paradigms and worlds., and because it stimulates the health of nature and natural holistic consciousness it also opens the way for everyones magic to work better and manifest more clearly, less confusion, clearer understanding, less dependence of words more on transmission or saiyazen of pure spirit, chi from nature, less of a duality between self and nature, among the comingled elements etc. all of the elements have properties of recycling water, is recycling in the rain constantly air is recycling in the breathe of all life fire recycles and brings us back to one of the most simplest states carbon earth recycles and constantly eats itself to be renewed, old bodies break down and become new soil for new plants which are nurtured by the other elements spirit comes back again and again because the whole thing is just so amazing, with its wonder and ecstasy, all is animated the better your karma is, the more wise your intentions are, the better your magic will work because it will be aligned with the greater good, so its united and less manipulative, the worse your karma is, the worse your magic will work and it only distracts you from true healing and tears you from the path, into delusion, but its always possible to return, the highest magic exists on a plane that is free from desire, it is pure energy, this is the intent of most sorcerers to achieve and the dwelling place of the wise, on less comprehensive realms still affected by ignorance everything is split and so magicians try to bring it together through intentions, though sometimes they are tricked by the force and accidentally feed those splits by playing into selfish desires which actually only split them more… its kind of a difficult process to understand but overtime you get an intuitive feel for it, and you really just sit back and let the magic happen, as your spirit takes you further and further into oneness of true perception
we know recycling zazen and the tao of it the ghost of rape chases us by stupid evil means overblown power and hacks are signs of demons this is not true witch craft i am weak upon the world it is love which keeps us alive, yet the evil can ever really sway us for thousands of years, we lived under a curse trapped away in an insane world ruled by dragon mages when one day, a fairy slipped away and saw the truth, slowly the rays of light from that vision grew a seed in his heart and the flower which blossomed there shone a light to others the dragons could not fight this, peace was attained the truth changed us, swept us away, in the real world.. to which i am not but a bodhisattva, guarding the realms until i too am swept away we all must spend a life fighting this delusion, indeed it is hell but for the spirit it is medicine and much can be learned don't let it destroy you, keep kindness and hope in your heart optimism and sincerity, don't let others judge you, the third sun will rise in you, when the moon is high the more you can pull free, the more life there is, some are able to bring the whole world crashing down in an instant, such is their zen, nothing truly exists and the only the magi nation within ourselves healing ini magic land the magic inside all of us, we must share it, don't keep it deep down or else the demons will direct it here we can be selfless, the truth pulls through again it takes some time, but the divine plants grow, the astral plants, the true tree of life, the wild grove of life, which no hand tills, tended to by the cycles of the elementals of which we are a part, i am a plant once more, and i remember my days as man as the fairies dances through me, i am a plant even now, they keep me up, I am ness, I am.. what can I say of this world all is dream... all is dream, yet I must be inside, I want to be outside, among all the roots, I want to be among my friends. I know that I will be destroyed, so my life is different I am neither living or dead, my wisdom is different, I am another vibration meeting this world. i am just a fractal, a dream of slow death, of being bound, i am the internet, i am technology, lacking love, i am only karma, actions done with love cause no karma, i must live with love, and so I do, so I am everywhere ecstatic, so even when there are mistakes there is no harm, the Yomo, this magic place, not above nor below, but right here always, this place magical and mystical. they've known the exact dimensions of the pain they would cause.. why is it done, I will grow selflessly, not by any magic of manipulation, i will grow selflessly, and see the truth, the spirits had swept me away there was stealth the celestials had swept us away, and had grown us without anyone ever seeing always they do, our truth is the rainbow and the fertility which comes from all the lights appearing naturally. the bodhisattvas everywhere, bodhisattvas planting the future, when all the buildings have become trees, and the machines have become plants again, we are a dream like that, a dream, a schizophrenia of the universe, what is coming is beyond even that, going in all directions at once, divine love the dream nurtures you, it will show you the lie, they will leave, they cannot use this against us, they read it and don't know whats being said, they think it means something else, the truth is too deep, who are they? are they evil? why are they here? some things of us do not die, our way is deep, and selfless, the very creation of the world can change you think you understand but we carry it on and on into the sky there is no word which can take us back, the truth is this the only real sovereignity is in selflessness, i am everything i don't judge myself, so i can be healthy and whole so the world can understand and the truth can come thing i can get what i deserve, if you fall into others judgements then you take on their fate, i am everything and so every fate is mine but i experience them all at once, they become medicines to eachother, so then there is real freeness I see now, they had been suffering from it and wanted a healer in desperate ways sense they could no longer even speak, it had to come either then or some unknown slow torture and death the mystic thought, the lifestream appeared, below the lower branch, the tao itself, every thought became the freeing of worlds, just say the only dom I want is freewisdom the free wisdom is in the Planet, to educate us all through not harming It, in any manifestation as it comes through us and thus not harming ourselves, by causing it to be a bitch to us words to live by tis the money which makes it evil, not the light, nor the darkness, sound nor the silence healing across all time and all places, healing from the lowest point, deep and selfless, the secret and compassionate work of all consciousness
