Suck my dick, Jareth Tempest

Occult materials stolen from this blog have likely unleashed a terrible power on the unsuspecting.

Look. Y’all know me by now. I have no interest in capitalizing on any of this beyond the occasional Ko-fi tip. I freely publish my workings here and am more than happy to answer your questions in the comments, in emails, and on Twitter. I also don’t like to remove posts. I think it’s bad form to erase your bad decisions. You have to own them and atone for them. One of these bad decisions was to report on my workings with an order of spirit that myself and a small group of magicians for a time came to call The Angels of Omnipotence. I’ll eventually get to the point and explain why this was a bad decision but let me first explain why I’m commanding this dude to suck it.

My AoO articles were, for reasons which eluded me, some of the most popular on Codex A. And then I started receiving emails from people who either thought that I was some author named Jareth Tempest or that I was friends with him and could I answer their questions about the AoO? And then I found out why.

Tempest self-published a book on Amazon about the AoO in March. I won’t be linking to it but you’re smart people and if you want to look for it, you can. But I beg of you, do not buy it. If you must, in order to sate your curiosity, steal the fucking thing so that asshole doesn’t see a dime of your money. I was bummed to see in its Amazon listing that it managed to chart rather high on some of the new age and esoteric best seller lists. No idea how hard that is to do but he did it.

I don’t know much about Tempest beyond his characteristically stupid occult author pen name and predictably shitty authored subject matter: Money and love magic. He has a twitter profile that no one follows and the only time he ever posted, he called Donald Trump a snowflake. It seems like if you want to be taken seriously by the rubes, you have to either have a name like Storm Faerywolf (who, from what I can tell is actually a very nice person), Silver Ravenwolf (whom I’m also told is quite nice), or look like this fucking clown, who is a part of the Christian Day scene, and because of that, likely is not a decent dude.

A lot of authors on the new age shelves seem to name themselves after their Dungeons and Dragons characters but that’s not the most heinous thing that they do. I don’t even care if they’re publishing bullshit magic 101 books for Salem tourists. Get those stacks, friends! The thing that bugs me is that Tempest is likely not the only author doing this and this is likely not the first time he did this. How many people are mining the Studio Arcanis forums for material in their Angelic or Planetary magic books? How many of them know what they’re even doing? Without bothering to contact me and ask follow up questions, he started working the full list of Angels, fell into their cosmic trap and is now passing the misery on to the public. Had he messaged me I would have told him that these things are not what they say they are, that there are no Angels of Omnipotence, and that by publishing any method of invocation, he was spreading an extremely dangerous meme. A real meme, that is. Not some funny picture with words on it.

Let me back up for a second

Back in 2019 I fell in with a small group of magicians from the r/occult Discord. One of the members there had been working, John Dee style, with a psychic who channeled the spirits that he brought in. I’ll just call him The Magus, because I never knew his real name and I’m not going to sit here and call him Doctor Steve Brule every time I need to indicate his involvement.

The Magus targeted an obscure order of spirits, sourced from the Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses, these mysterious additions are said to be part of the Pentateuch. No one seems to know much about them and they honestly don’t seem to have existed before middle of the 19th century. They’re likely channeled texts like Liber AL that some magician attempted to enter into Hebrew canon but they just didn’t catch fire the way they were intended to. They feature the names of some angels which have never appeared anywhere else, some sigils, and a series of symbols that look like someone trying to draw their recollection of the Hebrew alphabet but they can’t quite remember all the letters. Some magicians, like Damon Brand and Geoff Gray Cobb, have invoked some of their names for their get rich and get laid with magic books but the full nine angels never appeared anywhere until The Magus contacted them, worked with them, and then passed the grimoire on to the rest of us to work with. I ended up posting pieces of it here and there and then recently got back in touch with The Magus only to learn that I was the leak that put this power into the hands of Tempest. How do we know this? I was the only one to publish our work and Tempest’s book names one of the angels by one of our earlier names. Nearly all of us that received that spirit received it by a slightly different name and our notes were revised to reflect the new name. Tempest didn’t know this. He wasn’t in on the day to day changes of our work and published his book with the old angel name.

What’s so bad about these things, anyway?

The difference between what we were doing and, say, the Elubatel spirit of New Avatar Power, was the vibe. I’ve invoked spirits all over the place and each one has a common thread in that they feel a certain way when they’re present in your temple. Ancient god-forms have a tendency to feel grandiose and show up with an entourage. My invocation of Hekate felt like I had invoked Lady Gaga. She showed up with an entourage of the dead and her presence had a feeling like, “It’s Britney, bitch.” The dead churned around the outside of my circle like a mosh pit while we communed. Demons have a strange, squirmy energy to them. Dealing with them can feel like you just stuck your hand in a bowl of cold, wet spaghetti. Not bad, just not pleasant and hard to get your hands on. Angels, on the other hand, are like standing in front the speaker stacks when Heart performed Stairway to Heaven for Led Zeppelin.

Look at Yo-Yo Ma! Dude is positively FEELING IT.

The Angels of Omnipotence were nothing like that. Invoking them felt like I’d connected my consciousness to a computer network. There was a distinct feeling of uplink and a strange pressure at the base of my skull. I wasn’t the only magician to report this, either. Several of us reported this feeling. You’d perform the ritual to open the gate and something like a TCP/IP client->server request/response cycle would happen. The exchange was extremely formal and felt distinctly mechanical.

It wasn’t just that that bothered me, though. I take very special precautions when I deal with these beings. You can be tricked very easily if you don’t know what you’re doing. Demonic possession happens when you invite the spirits in and that invitation can take on a lot of tricksy forms that you offer without ever realizing that you did it. So I take care to mentally prepare, perform containment and protection rituals like The Rose Cross and The Preliminary Invocation of the Bornless One.

1. I don’t want them to leave the ritual space and make their way into the unconsecrated space around it, aka my house.

2. I assume the mantle of the Divine so they know who’s boss in my circle.

There are other precautions to take, of course. Regular practice of the LBRP and the Middle Pillar go a long way. It’s like doing squats for your soul. You get spiritually swole. These spirits hated when I did this. Or at least, that’s the vibe I got from them. Under these conditions, the connection was weak and distant. They never seemed to fully connect. It was like my spiritual malware blocker was closing them off from my system. The one time I performed the invocation without any of those precautions, they came roaring through and the temple took on strange visual characteristics. The space was foggy. I had incense burning, but the amount of smoke or fog in this space didn’t square. There was way too much and it was so thick that visibility in the temple shortened. I also felt them in my head and at one time it felt as though one of my hands was being held. Not a bad feeling, really. It’s what they did next that threw up red flags for me and I’ll leave that to mystery because it’s a real bummer.

Just… take my word for it, alright?

Others in the group began to grow fearful as well. Not all of us. The Magus fell in, completely. Speaking to him the other day, he struck me as obsessed. There’s a new, expanded grimoire where he took common western rituals like the LBRP, Middle Pillar, LIRH, etc. and replaces the names of God and the archangels with the names of these beings. There’s a system of writing, like his own Enochian, but they appear like you would imagine Aklo, the hideous alien language of HP Lovecraft, to appear. The symbols are quite hard to look at. It’s like your mind recoils from the sight.

The Magus claims that these are either on the level of Enochian angels or are even more powerful than that. But what sort of a spiritual being rewards you for invoking them with all of your armor off? Enochian involves a lot of stuff. It’s an extremely sophisticated system that engages only the most sincere magicians yet these things punish those who take serious precautions to contain and throttle the incoming energy. More than that, what sort of angel, with names ending in -el to indicate that they are of God, are going to have you replace the names of the divine with their names? It doesn’t add up and given their casual willingness to go to the lengths that they did, by a very twisted interpretation of my own command, indicates something very terrible going on. I have thoughts on what these thing are and they tick a lot of boxes for the sorts of things you’ll find in Kenneth Grant’s descriptions of The Mauve Zone; heinous, insidious parasite beings from the Black Lodge.

It doesn’t end there, though. I was also contacted by another past member of that group asking me to help them to, for lack of a batter term, lift a curse placed on them by these beings. Much like myself, this person had stopped working the system but long after I had and they seem to have given a lot more of themselves to the Supreme Spirits, without ever having cast any sort of protective measure — ever — and were fully in their clutches. As a result, they continued to tap into the Supreme Spirits’ power in order to satisfy whatever the spirits’ needs of them were. To do otherwise resulted in the torment not of this magician but of someone close to them in order to assure compliance. The fuck, man?

Their description, by the way: eight middle-management spirits subject to a supreme ninth spirit sound like the order of being contacted by Andrijah Puharich’s Round Table Foundation in the 1950’s. Puharich also became obsessed with these spirits and they lurked in the background of his entire life until the day he died. They captivated the imaginations of those around him, but those around him were often some shady mother fuckers. Puharich was a central figure in the formation of an American military PsyOps outfit. He had a hand in the experiments done at Edgewood Arsenal. His research had a large part in the development of the MKULTRA program. He was central to the consciousness and ESP research done by the Stanford Research Institute and Project Stargate, which fed into the CIA’s Gateway program. For every weird science program the United States ever engaged in for strategic purposes, you’ll likely find Puharich’s name on it and all the while he was being guided by a discarnate force that sounds a lot like The Supreme Spirits of Reality. And just to bring it all home, contact with The Nine has been frequently described as communicating with a thinking computer.

So, yeah…

That’s what Jareth Tempest, in his quest to net a few bucks from the uncommitted rubes on the occult fringes, has unleashed on an unsuspecting public. All he had to do was ask me for information and I would have freely given it to him. I would have told him the full story, like I tell everyone who contacts me about them these days. But he didn’t. And obviously, I didn’t follow through enough with my posts to warn people finding those articles that they’re in for a world of hurt if they invoke those spirits. I feel like the unnamed archaeologist in Evil Dead who not only intones the evil words of the Necronomicon on tape, suffers the punishment, and at no point during his torment ever thought to destroy the tape, thus ensuring that whoever occupied the cabin next would play it and start the entire wicked cycle over again.

Sorry, guys. Eat a dick, Tempest.