Occult Observations: The Shame of Descent - A Review of Charlie Chaplin's "City Lights"

The silent comedy opens with the star, Charlie Chaplin, sleeping on a monument that had not yet been revealed to the city. Once revealed, the eighty-six minutes of controversial adult comedy, inspiring more occult shock than laughter, takes off. The monument that The Tramp rests on consisted of three subjects or statues. The Tramp preferred to and succeeded in the pursuit of disregarding what was intended to be charitable and honorable for the people in order to rest in the lap of the throned woman; an indication of sexual preference and loyalty to his origin, maternal energy. He was successful in the endeavor by waiting until nightfall when neither the people or the city could witness the violation. The comedic and simple-desired criminal mastermind’s timing reveals that the hierarchy of the sexes is, in fact, the reverse. Notice the sword of the reclining male philosopher or paternal deity is pointed to The Mother's abdomen. Oh Mother, the pleasurable pain of division, how we fell!

Furthermore, The Tramp, achieving the child's rest on the mother's lap is later educated on the way of the world by receiving a foreign paternal point in the rear end. This adds credence to the philosophy that our art progresses as our society does. Such a painful consequence for evading the responsibility of rising to the attainment of philosopher as every true adult should. While there is no glory in his pursuit of the mother over the woman, those observing the film must admire and be amused by his ability to turn the tables on the shame of his descent from his prolonged stay on the mother's lap. He proclaimed to the world silently. I should have lived as a man with a woman on my lap and now the point has ruined my pants as my discipline from the elders from my gender related cult. But know this, before I resume tramping I will mock those disciplining me! To hell with you Sir, I sit on your face! Oh, I smell you intelligent and curious gentleman, acceptable, but I must stay on course. So, I'll sit on your hand. Look, it’s humorous to the people. They love it! Then he proudly moves on and finds the woman. Mr. Forty Year Old Tramp, welcome to manhood!

Another impressive aspect of this contextual theme is response from those In attendance of the monumental revelation. The mayor's wife and the other ladies in attendance were utterly mortified. How dare he ruin our moment? Didn't he see our Mrs. Mayor’s pull the ribbon so perfectly? Did he not notice how important we are? No, no he did not. The mayor and other officials were deeply engrossed even slightly amused. Then joined the military in outrage when the commotion was noticed. But overall, Mr. Forty Year Old Tramp had a great turnout for his performance and seamless getaway. With a camera positioned far from the scene, realistic portrayals and long scenes reducing the number of cuts, there is no wonder how such a perversely charged artist could avoid prison. Is one not surprised that a man afraid of swimming’s perfect match is a blind girl?

The Dog Whisper: Law #1

Law #1: Every man wants to know that He's a good boy...

I'll elaborate. When you're in your bedroom at night, you're dressing for bed and he, your husband, fiancee, or live in significant other, is watching television and he happens to notice that you're a little colder than usual, he'll ask: "Babe, what's wrong?" You sigh and continue to lotion your body and begin to pour out your heart. "Well..."

I promise you, front that point forward, he won't understand a word you say. Dogs understand very little English. Throughout your moment of truth, regardless of how polite, respectful, calm and patient, it will translate to your canine bestfriend as "Wah, wah, wah, wah, pussy. Wah, wah, wah, wah car. Wah, wah, wah, money.  Wah, wah, wah, wah, wallet. Wah, wah, wah, wah, gas money."

After juggling the television program, a sports game or what have you, which is aired in English by the way, and adding up his five keywords he heard when listening to the Master, he comes to the conclusion that your mad about gas money and then replies, "But I always give you gas money?" The following look of shock and horror as you begin to cry and shout at him for no reason, on one of your little crazy rants, is because he missed that fact that you always give him pussy, even when we're in the car, yet he's spending his money elsewhere so you dont have any and you know why and you can't rely on your husband anymore, not even for gas money. 

Experiment #1: Once he gives the "I dont know where that shit just came from" face, when you respond by losing your shit, smile the best you can, give him a kiss, be it the forehead, cheek or lips, and say "I love you Baby" and see that the horror doesn't immediately leave his face, you are no longer crazy and he can happily watch the game because Mommy said he was a good boy.

PS: Wah, wah, wah, wah, separate spending account. Wah, wah, wah, wah, prepaid cell phone. Wah, wah, wah, wah, don't skip a beat. Wah, wah, wah, wah, save. Wah, wah, wah, wah, his and his. Wah, wah, wah, wah, "Sorry, I ain't sorry."

To Expectorate At This Rate: A Witch's Divinatory Record Entry #2

May 20, 2019

I know, I am about two weeks late on interpreting my most recent divinatory device of disgust. Truthfully, I had no idea of what to say. What could I say? I smoked a cigar, well, a cigarillo, at Pico and La Brea around midnight, watched and spit at the bitterness before my eyes, even more bitter than the herb I smoked and disgust from the colony of roaches running midnight errands. A Witch can't honor and offer her vessel for pleasant overwrite by The Ancestors in peace.

Expectorant accumulated and gravity did what it thought to do as I noticed the pile beginning to run but was distracted by two homeless men yelling and fighting across the street in the 711 parking lot. Moments later, I looked back down by my right foot and there was an ejaculating penis in the Witch's Tree of Life. Yes, I consort by honoring the Lord, Masculinity, Fire, Lust and Business as often and certain as the Sun rises in the East and mourn the absence of it's physical manifestation in my life as sure as He sets in the West. I Am Witch but no Lesbian. But no, Shango, I will not conceive a second time unmarried. Put a condom on. Grok it.

- The Huntress

To Expectorate At This Rate: A Witch's Divinatory Record Entry#1

May 7, 2019

Today, I've given Birth to Life. With reverence, praise, offering and humility present on my spiritual tool belt, I have been reminded of my Path of Witchcraft. I spell with fertility. I am fruitful. I am sacred. To those disconnected, never destined for connection and ill equipped, I am forbidden. Through disgust, I paint the very ground you walk on; a street artist with divine guidance and innocent motive. I expectorate freely.

 I find divination in the darkness. I reach for enlightenment with every stride. Oh kay with Ether, I fifth the element of magick. It is here as It is there, but It has chosen that I, a witch with a strategic purpose, AM here. I AM Life.

No matter how hard I try, I am a representative of all there is and all there will be. I travel 10 worlds by means of 22 paths while challenged, but unopposed; loved though not coddled; loving though non consoling. I didn't find It. It found me.

I AM Witch.

HallePentagram, Ashe Orisha, Ashe Egun, There She Is.

- The Huntress

To Strip or To Scorpio

I remember being in third grade and wanting to be a stripper. As we sat at our desks grouped in fours, we went around the table during our scheduled free time, and I,at the tender age of almost eight, I pursued The Wow Factor. As I waited for the others to finish relating what I found to be ordinary careers, “Doctor", “Lawyer", “Engineer", I remember being nervous with excitement waiting to drop the bomb that I wanted to strip or do pornography. Unbeknownst to my crush, who sat adjacent from me, I knew that boys liked “sexy girls”. Although, what does a nine year boy or an eight year old girl know about sexy? Shit, I wanted to perform the routine dressed like Princess Jasmine. Honestly, I just wanted Kimani to like me. Hey, it worked though. He was my boyfriend on and off, straight through fifth grade.

The same technique of exceeding expectations of the adult Male psychology didn’t work so well with Victor though. That same academic year, I stole my mother's blue gemmed costume ring, after Victor said he wanted to marry me. But, once I was sat down for what turned out to be a party of four third grade harem meeting, I realized, Victor could get the fuck out my face. Needless to say, my mom got her ring back; after lying and saying that I never took it in the first place. I should have told Victor about my Princess Jasmine outfit.

Twenty years later, I've learned that the happenings of my third grade love life has been a constant motif, until now. After learning that telling a particular man of interest that I was willing to strip for him, especially in exotically erotic costumes, for the sake of impressing him with The Wow Factor, is even more ordinary than being a doctor and even less sexier than being an engineer, I've decided that being His Scorpio was more impactful. Every man that I've been with since losing my virginity after high school, can not forget Lauren Ashley, even if they lied and said that they have. I've progressively deduced from my experiences with each one that if I were to impress and gain this fairytale reward of a man's love, honor and respect of being sacred in his eyes, I had to reveal.

Not my body, though, that is easy and attained by the most ordinary. But with my mind, wired for the hidden. The hidden information and sanctity of that which is esoteric. While women seek for the one that is to lead them, she must be the one who educates and directs with the gifts that are only exposed to her gender. We as women hold both the egg and the womb; two thirds of the equation to create the most holy of creation, The Life of Man.

I never denied myself the ability to learn the magic of life by consorting with those whom I loved, each for their distinct, unique qualities; be them apparent or not. I love, I speak, I analyze, I appraise the worthiness of all that is, as Scorpio. I don't hold myself to commit to a lost investment. I stick to my Principle, indebted to cosmic placement. I am True, to my myself. I prefer to leave a lasting impression than to lose what men truly find to be impressive by submitting to a weaker man's desire for blind faith through his personal definition of submission. My chosen form of humility is in accepting the compliment from The Universe, or God, that not everybody or one deserves The Scorpion Loyalty of exceeding expectations. It is better to let them “Wow" than to say “You took it, Good.”

Holding on to my Princess Jasmine outfit, at twenty-eight, I'm so pleased that I never became a stripper.

Married to the Devil

Speak Master...

I've recently began studying the Mesmeric Revelation. During Poe's experiment, his sleep-waking subject reveals that our personal or individualized incarnations are mere portions of an unincorporate mind, an Universal Mind. Mr. V left me in existential meditation, one of my favorite pastimes. As I traveled through the snowcapped mountains of Denver, I pondered on what portion of what the more traditional call "God" could I, infact, be. My cultural roots conclude that I, Lauren Hunter, am a physical manifestation of Universal Love. Love. Those who are familiar with my work maybe inclined to agree but the sadomasochistic nature that tends to accompany the various forms of love making in which I self indulge can appear to be contradictory to my self professed and promoted purpose of incarnation.

Physical and Universal laws mandate opposites. Outside of such mandate, there is no means of making a distinction between manifestations. What is good if there is no bad? The status quo remains with Love and Hatred; though similar the two are not interchangeable with the aforementioned. I can not unconditionally choose, exercise or bestow love without first experiencing and conducting hatred and found the results to be short lived self gratification. While an entity like myself is capable of absolute destruction through the sentencing of a traitor or any sense of betrayal, the Love Making I exude is very clearly my reason for being.

With that said, it should be no surprise to my readers that I have a longing, no a fetish, no, more so of an emotional and sexual submission to the power of the villain, Hatred, The Devil. I glorify with watery offering the movie and television characters or portrayals of Hatred, as Dr. Hannibal Lector, Jafar, The Dark Knight's Joker and Once Upon a Time's Rumpelstiltskin. I find the unconventional, unfiltered and uninhibited psyche of the villainous Mastermind to be an unfailing disturbance to the slumber of my "Cave of Wonders". The Devil gives it the most pleasurable pounding pain. And, no, it is not because he offers a "walk on the wide side" or an uncontrolled element of danger. Rather, he uses his intelligence to prove his strength, capability, influence, mental freedom and overall power after being loving has left him uncared for, unsatisfied, hurt. "Is it really so?", said the Devil. Never Again! His experience with Love, prior to myself that is, had not affirmed his Being. So he rejects the notion of softness, blind faith, the illusion of justified submission and opts to constitute the fiery portion of the Universal Mind. He is Satan. He raises Hell and I am his consort. He reduces opposition to ashes and I wash them away. Only together can God truly swoon.

Significantly Significant

the thinking Man...

I tend to be attracted to an older man. When I say older, I mean significantly older, as in, fifteen to twenty years my senior. Its not unheard of or even discouraged in, what is soon to be 2019. After all, we have examples of more extreme relationships like the impersonal and money driven marriage of Anna Nicole Smith and the like. As long as we aren’t speaking of an age gap that can’t be bridged with Youtube, its safe to say these sorts of relationships are within reach of any young man or woman with the maturity level to “hold their own” as it were. For those who haven’t ventured that far romantically, the most natural facture to a 28 year old woman, like myself, being in love with a man old enough to be her father is the fact that the average individual looks for the parent of the opposite sex in their mate.  Men look for the care and attention of their mothers and women, that of their fathers, and their personal experience with each determines how their romantic pursuits manifest. An older man has lived longer, experiencing more, has learned more, should have more and can be more of a physical, financial and spiritual resource to yourSelf or any child(ren) you may have than to consistently battle with a younger “man” who is still on his mother’s teet.

Now, before anyone’s mother gets her panties all in a bunch. I am not referring to a man having an intimate relationship with his mother. She carried him, bore him, fed him and raised him. I’m referring to a younger "man"'s  need for parenting, for rearing, child rearing. It’s a commonly known and accepted social tenet that boys mature slower than girls do. As a woman who makes an intentional effort to have a variety in the classes of men she dates, character, occupation and age, I know that you can’t expect a man to be a Man until he hits at least 40, no if, ands or buts about it. Even then, you have to take into consideration how well he plays the cards he’s dealt himSelf, otherwise he’s no use to you as a mature, yet still, younger woman. But the true identity of the dealer is a story for another time. 

Though my personal, experiential and intuitive experience has led me to the conclusion that a significantly older man is in fact what a woman like myself needs, gnosis could not prepare me for the inevitable struggle of the culture shock. As a preface, this explanation of said struggle isn’t to discourage or deter but to shed light on a familial issue that is prevalent but rarely discussed. When you are dealing with a Man who is approaching, met or passed The Hill, you are faced with the reality that the women he was raised by or with require much more than what does the Millennial woman. To be frank without the intention to be harsh, women of his age bracket were proud to just have a man by her side or at least in her home. Her gratitude, in turn, warranted that she endure what is seen today as negligence. When he opens himSelf up to having a legitimate relationship, not just a hot fling with a pretty young thing, he finds that not more is required but rather the polar opposite of which he has grown accustomed. Millennial Women are not only capable of but actually look forward to thinking for herSelf and wisely, providing for herself and well and is free enough to get herself off with a toy or two on the regular basis. So Men of a particular age are now faced with the question of what can you provide for Me other than an order, a dollar and a decent stroke?

The answer is you have to think about it and that’s okay because you are old enough to do so and come to the appropriate conclusion without asking your mother.

As so above, so below,

The Huntress

The Fallacy of Fucking Freely as it Correlates to Self-Esteem

| CXCIII | 

I swear with all my cosmic power, I AM not sleeping with my “husband” any longer. Why? Well, since I’ve elevated my consciousness and realized that I AM God, I also realized that he will not have such an awakening during this particular journey. Perhaps what energy he gets from me will manifest in a heightened existence for his reincarnated return. As for where we are now, in this place in which we perceive as time, his touch and kiss give me the sense of perverted violation. I feel as if giving him my temple for pleasure, completely refusing the option of procreation, would be the quickest means of tainting the pure energy I’ve spent the last eighteen months creating and manipulating. As a Scorpio, sex magick is the most powerful and natural for me. After all, we are the most powerful of the entire zodiac. So non-natives can only imagine how sensitive a self-realized and actualized God might feel laying with someone who is intentionally hateful, condescending, selfish and vehemently opposed to scientific illumination. As a result, the Universe has forced me to find my equal, becauscha sexual chemical marriage is never a matter to be taken lightly. I have resolved for the first time in my life to remain celibate until I encounter my complimentary practitioner of the magickal arts. Now, if my resolution comes off as pretentious and/or unwarranted, attempt to view it on the basis of Universal Law.

Deepak Chopra teaches that our bodies are a physical manifestation of our conscience’s sentiment. Everything, from how we look to how we feel, has a metaphysical source. Every action we take has an equal and opposite physical and metaphysical reaction. It is all a direct depiction of what we are manifesting. The same is especially true when we feel and act upon sexual excitement. Our bodies yearn to connect and create. As if that were not enough, being the dynamically spiritual vessels that we are, we attract, carry and travel with entities that most can not see. The nature of these entities and their direct affect on our lives is contingent upon our frequency or our emotions, and our train of thought. Needless to say, they are very much present when any sexual ritual, casual or formal, takes place. These entities not only mate with and through the vessels, they mate with one another. I speak from experience. During masturbation, when I intentionally channel particular hypersexual energies that leave me with an altered persona, my chakras wide open and my very being plunged in ecstasy, I find myself subject to scratches. Now, regardless of how enticing that may or may not sound, knowing my predicament, I should be doing a spiritual cleansing or spiritual bath before and perhaps even after I engage in sexual rituals, solitary or accompanied. But because I AM experienced in working with spirit and AM particularly intrigued in exploring the happenings, I have not begun conjuring or testing a remedy. Though, I will be sure to do so in the near future, as I hope to find the choice counterpart and will be sure to aid in their protection, if they so wish. When I complete the task, I will be sure to update the blog. Perhaps, I will discuss how the channeling is accomplished, but all to come in a later publication. I digress.

As a responsible occultist who has had her fair share of sexual liberation, understanding these esoteric truths gives me reasonable doubt when considering partnered sex of any nature. Any one looking to manage the energy in their space must first ask: Who is this person? What energy could their day to day activities, that remain mysterious during our casual encounters, bring to my body or to my mind? What emotional turmoil are they privately suffering with that could disrupt my hard-earned balance? Orgasm aside, how is their very presence, their conversation and even their thoughts about me affecting me? Yes, how someone views you and especially how they speak of you casts a spell on you as well. You can have the most intrinsically existential sex ever with the perfect noncommittal arrangement, part ways and how that person speaks of you will work on you much longer than will the orgasm they gave you. If this person does not respect your being and your body, then the energy that seeps from them can only be harmful. It is best for your long term happiness to highly scrutinize to whom you reveal your glory and bestow your blessing. Now, Men may feel that this doesn’t apply to them due to them not having a vagina. Oh, that’s only a chick thing. Well, due to you being void of a physical opening, you in turn struggle to open metaphysically. Those of a male manifestation who have had the benefit of opening to the Universe and tuning into their hidden feminine frequency and therefore have aggressively invested in their own power and blessings, you relate to the tenet and we can move forward.

Have you ever witnessed a socially adept individual whose sexual and material lifestyle spurs envy, eventually become depressed and even suicidal? Yet, the lone wolf “weirdo” who takes pleasures in the abstract, the spiritual, tends to hold a slice of ethereal bliss that the previous could never hope to obtain, while also being better lovers. Be not animal; refine thy rapture

I write this exposition from a place of pain. I have the worst memories of literally not being able to think straight because of what I allowed to take place on and inside of me from men who wished me misery. Negative energy, demons, jins, devils, all plant seeds of or give birth to emotional instability and disease. Nights of sitting alone in the middle of the living room floor screaming in hysteria still haunt me from the control I surrendered to the ill willed. Countless times of making countless phone calls ignoring the signs of my “relationships” energetic imbalance still embarrass me. Mind you, the sex was horrible most of the time, either too short and/or too quick and definitely uncreative. But I opened my heart and my mind to being with someone who never had any intention of seeing me happy with him or her. Instead, I was a receptacle for their low self-esteem. But when I found my ancestors and their presence made physical manifestation in my life, I was given the opportunity to elevate my consciousness and wake up to my state and to that of those the world over. As a freed woman, I chose to cherish what I have consciously crafted as my body and embrace the destiny I chose by being born on November 21^st, The Cusp of Revolution.

As so above, so below,

The Huntress

The Verdict of the Female Child

| CLXXXVI |

Occultists and metaphysicists alike debate our current place in the cosmic stream of time. One significant telltale is the unbridled lack of gratitude of Man. Like all beings, they crave and require love, beknown to them or not, and will do the most desperate and depraved of things to obtain it. After all, when they pillage they rape. Be them Black, White, Hispanic or Asian, there is an Age-old complex that they are worth more and capable of more than what they truly are. Their mothers, sisters, daughters, but especially their wives, Originators of Life itself, are casted as receptacles for their mismanaged emotional dilemma. Despite desperate attempts to heal and assist their male counterparts, Woman yields no result when desperately battling undeveloped interpersonal skills. Even when Man is of the highest of intellect and success, productive conversation is sacrificed for shouting fits of anger; spawning physical altercation, verbal abuse and when the opportunity presents itself, their established neglect turns abandonment. Their pack raised tenet that fear equates to respect manifests as disregard for their feminine Source. They raise their sons and their friends to believe that if the entity does not possess a penis its thoughts are worthless, if it has them at all. The mind of Woman is frozen and helpless in the provincial outlook of their male “superiors”. Man has spiritually surrendered to nothing, mastering only chronic masturbation. The danger being, when Self is your sole focal point, You deny Yourself the privilege and the responsibility of identifying with your evolutionary equal.

Unfortunately, though, when Woman makes a philosophical contribution to the conversation, if She is even perceived as present, He succumbs to instant bewilderment. “It spoke and it made a point far too logical for my manual stroke to soothe. What ever shall I do as the dominant figure the current Aeon? I know, hit it.”, with all ambiguity implied. The very presence of this unbalanced view in society is the very proof that the cosmic slate as yet to be wiped clean. Yet, how are we, as She, incapable?

When Swastikas were stitched, heads of households and even their regents sent overseas, the powers that be forced Woman to withdraw Her open hand and provide for both Herself and Her children. Upon return, though, He found the current ever changed. With gained self-esteem and a lessened need for monetary provision, Woman packaged respect along with Her criterium for love and companionship. A lack of such, is indicative of the measure of the particular entity. Thus, choose wisely.

Decades fast forwarded, Man remains unprepared to do more than what is no longer required by the Mother, two thirds of the Universal equation. Coupled with their general lack of desire to evolve passed what their forefathers deemed the norm, men now retaliate with heightened aggression. In order to accommodate the primordial and therefore merited egotisms, both sexes must relinquish the demand for indentured emotional slavery in exchange for metaphysical generosity. Seeing Self and serving that Self in the other person protects and preserves the ever so sensitive ego that would otherwise be catastrophically destructive.

As so above, so below,

The Huntress