Ghost Hunt (A review)

A strange series of events occurring around your place? Feel like the ones who've past on simply can't?You willing enough to put your spiritual safety in the hands of a seventeen year old genius?

Who you gonna call?

Not Ghost Busters! You call Shibuya Psychic Research!

That's the team of psychics that was eventually formed after an encounter with paranormal activities at the high school of Mai Taniyama, Ghosthunt's leading lady.

After a series of unexplainable accidents at her school, the administration was so shaken that they've enlisted the help of professional ghost hunter, 17-yr old Kazuya Shibuya, head of Shibuya Psychic Research, and his mysterious assistant, Lin. Mai becomes involved in the SPR's mission at the school when she accidentally breaks a several-thousand-dollar-HD-camera and gets Lin injured. These turn of events lead her to having to pay off her debt by working as an assistant at SPR.

Binding or Cursing? (or why the heck would you detonate your soul to get back at a jerk?!)

There was this one person in my life that I regret as having ever met, and worst about it is, -I had to be under the same roof as them for at least five years.
Without going into the details, it was just simply intolerable. The constant feel of being unwelcome in your own home, the antagonistic eyes watching, waiting for you to make a single mistake. And when that happens, they'll never let up the topic until they've made sure your day would be pretty effed up at the end of the day. Self-Help authors, Life Coaches and Enlightened Gurus would all tell me that this is my opportunity to rise up above the crap that's being thrown at me at a daily basis. And that was my mind set for the first several months. But all is subject to change, and that's where I got a taste of the Dark Side.

The Chicken Qabalah by Lon Milo DuQuette

Qabalah was always a mainstay in magickal practice and philosophy especially if you follow the Western Mystery Tradition. It's a topic of vast grandeur with all it's Names of God, Angels, Intelligences. The elegant exercise of Gematria and of Sacred Geometry. It's universe-model is actually quite useful and powerful, and a very good subject of study, if one could only stand the Dozens of very dense books written on the subject. With the shortened attention span right now of the media-saturated new generation, the people who could are a precious few. Good thing a literary gem of a book was written on the subject by the great Lon Milo Duquette, The Chicken Qabalah. 

The Cosplay Godform Assumption Technique

    One of the most useful techniques in magick is the assumption of personas or Godforms, which allows the operator to integrate the aspects of the said entity into their own self and use the temporary "power up" for some specific use (like in a ritual.).


I actually found the old techniques a bit too dry and/or boring to incorporate into daily ritual practice.

But one day, that all changed.


Cosplay was a steadily rising art and craft here in the Philippines, and of course, because I love anime and manga, I was easily encouraged to join the hobby. It's a combination of theater art and crafts, where you play the role of the character that you want to portray, and majority of the effort in making the costume also comes from you. It was really fun, and its easy to get into character once you're in full get up.


Sounds familiar?

The Possessed Heiress

The Possessed Heiress

The wandering monk faces mad sorcery on the desert.

#3

The more and more i see and observe the world around me, three things are ever present. And 

because of the pervasiveness of these characteristics, the unease it brings makes me question the very foundations of my existence. What defines the line between Dream and Waking? Where does thought and emotion end, and actions, bodily sensations begin? Is there truly any inherent meaning and value to the goals i have set for myself, which are no different than what other have set?

Even though these questions maybe too dramatic, far-flung or even superficial and fanciful, they really did begin to arise when i slowly began to see more and more these Three characteristics in all of the concerned objects:

1. Change, otherwise known as Impermanence, whose constant shifting of all things in and around objects (Thoughts, actions, events, People, Countries, Concepts) lead to the second:
2. Unrest, otherwise known as Suffering, where, because nothing stays the same, objects are forced to either adapt to the ensuing storm of changes, or get swept away. The constant adaptation that objects and people go through leads to the third and last:
3. Lack Of Inherent Identity/Meaning, where all things forced to adapt and change along with everything else, lose and take on new meaning/identity each passing moment.

Nothing ever stays the same. To keep thinking that it will is the greatest Ignorance, to which everyone falls victim to. To keep thinking that we are what we think we are blocks us out of the wisdom brought in by other's view of us. Instinctive awareness brought about by mindful and objective view of the world around us will bring us the wisdom and spontaneity to act and respond to this ever-changing world, in harmony with every living being.

-The Black Squid

My own motto in life.

#17

 The haze around

My eyes wear off,

You brush my hair

With hands so soft.

"I love you, I love you..."

You keep on saying,

But, you say the same

To the phone you're answ'ring.

Dress and brush

Your mane of hair

Now go and rush

'Cuz you have to get there.

Just leave me here,

Flat on the bed,

tired and naked,

and exhausted.

Smile one last time

Before departing,

please don't invite

Me to the wedding.

-The Black Squid

#21

 Woke up this morning

You aren't in my bed.

Aching in my heart,

Hung-over in my head.

Fading haze of sleep,

Took one more sip,

A glass of whiskey,

Marked with your lip.

I saw your note,

Beside the lamplight,

Saying "Took forty dollars,

Hope it's all right. ^ _ ^"

I only smiled,

and put it down.

I took a bath,

Turned into a frown.

Put on my suit,

Put on my mask.

Another day pretending,

working menial tasks.

-The Black Squid

#40 (Floods, Echoes)

The rain poured and poured

out of heaven's floodgates.

A rising tide, surging waves

Concrete was conquered

by the ancient sea, rushing

Gales smash 'bove the waves.

A smal cry, echoes, a child.

Lost without her mother, 

who is now under the deep.

One more burst, furious wind.

A sharp stone, jutting out.

A small cry, echoes, no more.

-The Black Squid

Hello there, lost soul, who happened to find your way here. Stay for a while, read something, be curious and who knows, you might even find something useful to you. 

This is The Black Squid, a self-taught student of the Art. I dedicate this blog as my own digital record (I have terrible memory) and testament (just in case I die without changing the world in some other way), for everyone to read, criticize, condemn or uphold. 

Enjoy.