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Power Symbols For Personal Growth

This was a piece published in PLAY Magazine in 2007. It was an attempt to consider the power sigils without specifically using the term. 

There is a hidden language written nearly everywhere we look. The place where this language is most visible is in mass marketing. Magazine images, TV commercials, brand names and company logos surround us and their sole purpose is to encourage us to spend money. On the surface, company logos become easily identifiable as representatives of this company or that company, but underneath they express the desire of their company. These little designs, sometimes scribbles, make up an alphabet of desire that drives our consumption. This phenomenon when viewed at the national and international level can be daunting and might even seem slightly dubious, but they are powerful tools for their owners. 

We can easily utilize similar ideas and grow by creating our own symbols. Symbols can be great tools for personal growth and with them we can make alterations to our personalities and our situations. To experiment with this, the next time you meditate or have a quiet moment take a pen and paper and jot down notes. Allow your mind to wander until you find a thought or a situation that you would like to change. Also pay attention to any desires that may come up and write them down. Once you’ve done this set the paper aside and go about your day. At the end of the day or even in the next couple of days, return to your notes and ask yourself if the intent is something that you really want to happen. If you are confident about the intent, begin to formulate a symbol that represents that thought or desire. It doesn’t matter if your symbol is a doodle or a highly stylized corporate looking logo. What matters is that you have a symbol that your mind will identify with that intention. Just the initial acts of meditating, taking notes, and creating the symbol will give that symbol power. 

Now, take that symbol and, as many do with affirmations, put it up around the house and the office. As this symbol comes into your view throughout the day send positive thoughts towards it. Let the symbol come to truly represent its purpose within your heart and mind. Just like the consumer who is drawn towards this brand or that brand you may find that you are drawn to make the changes or fulfill the desire that this symbol represents. As this symbol and it’s intent come to fruition allow yourself to create more and more symbols, maybe even your own alphabet. Enjoy your ability and your prosperity!

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Beyond the fire, Beyond the stars

Beyond the fire, beyond the stars there is a vast luminous nothingness. Non-oppressive, expansive and unknowable, the infinite IS. Between light and darkness, it is beyond the scope mind yet within each thought, each breath, and each pause. Overarching, interwoven, and foundational. 

The implied distance between the subject and object is a tool to prevent immediate reintegration. The particulates desire to be gazed upon and in the process, rendered. 

The subject, when gazed upon is immediately connected to the web of life and woven into the reality. When the subject in turn gazes upon the web of life the gaze pulls the veil closed, hence the process of incarnation brings the infinite to the finite.

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Division St. Chicago, 05

He hit me again, and I went down again, counting stars again, amidst the already swirling swaths of red and white holiday spirit, throbbing and debouched.

Stupid fucking bar crawls. 100s of Santas and one of them, someone who I foolishly thought was my closest friend, had just laid me out across the floor of the last bar on the route. My eye was already swelling shut.

They scraped me off the floor as he continued his tirade, puke from earlier in the evening, crust in his beard. I still don’t know what happened. I used to think that certain things I said set him off, but now I think I was just around as a whipping boy. Entertainment.

Never having a brother, I thought this was some endearing sibling kinda stuff, until I looked back on it with time and distance. When we first met he threw me down two flights of stairs in a whiskey filled rage. He violently tackled me frequently, seriously fucking up my back a few times. Completely sunken into the bar floor, I couldn’t believe he did it again.

He started to rally, his aggression rising again, he moved toward me,and she stepped in. His best friend’s girl, my friend’s girl, she took me home telling everyone she had a steak for my eye, which turned out was a lie.

I prefer not to reduce people to stereotypes, but I knew next to nothing about her. She was Puerto Rican. She was an artist. We never talked. She was boisterous as hell when she was drinking and she was drinking whenever I was infrequently around. She was in an on and off again relationship with my friend for quite some time. They were currently on. He’d meet up with us at their place later. Of course there was an after party.

We took a cab and ended up in their kitchen. I was full of sobs of pain and dread. I loved this guy and couldn’t figure out why he did this to me. We’d been drinking all day, my head wasn’t right but she poured more beer as her fingers poked at my face. Listening to my whines of why.

She cleaned off the blood, applied ice and made me a place on the couch to stay the night. The room spun when my eyes closed and with one eye swollen shut the motion was constant. She helped me to the couch and then, without words, consent or otherwise, she climbed onto me and fucked me.

My confusion didn’t fight and though I’ve tried, I can’t remember more. My friend, her man, came home as she finished. I never did. He was too drunk to do more than stumble to their bed, he didn’t turn on the light. After a long moment of silence, laying still on top of me she quietly slid away to join him.

I dreamt he was standing above me. I woke alone on the couch, in pain, body and mind. I left a note saying ‘thank you’ and slid myself quietly out onto Division St. Blinding, unforgiving midday sunlight, guilt and shame and where the hell is my car, I’ve got to get back to Detroit on time.

I had to get back to the woman who, thankfully, is my now ex-wife, the one who made miserable me, to clean this new stench off my body, to figure out what to say. My face throbbing, my soul sucked, I drove away from the sunset, east, fingers clutching at 10 and 2. No music, nothing to say, just processing shame. With one solid punch as my guide. I broke it ALL that day.

© Eden Bloom 2025

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Wide-Eyed Sigil Use through the Oughts

(Attributed to V.I.T.R.I.O.L.) The Sigil ov Three Liquids (read: Thee Grey book) was the atomic bomb passed to me through TOPY. As hinted at in prior documentation, I utilized this sigil process from the time I was 16 to 23. I typically performed these sigils within the larger framework of extravagant ritual as I struggled with my notion of external energies (god forms) and the concept that magick was to be ceremonial and dramatic. 

At the age of 23, I experienced a breakthrough (read: breakdown) that caused me to redefine my worldview and bring magickal techniques out of the spiritual realm and into the scientific. During this period I shifted from working with forces outside of myself to working with a more psychologically based internal system. Basically, embracing the random, chaotic nature of the universe AND giving power things outside of myself eventually bit me in the ass as chaos is want to do.

I began to focus upon Spare’s Alphabet of Desire and created a series of sigils that acted like a language. Between the years of 94 and 96 I manifest two or three of these alphabets. These were basically maps of my mind/psychology at the time and I worked with particular sigils to achieve or negate mental states. As I worked in this way I was also heavily reading Jung and his cronies. I bought into the Jungian concept of the “shadow” and began rendering dual meanings within all of my sigils. This work primed me for Grant’s work with the Qliphoth, the backside of the Tree of Life. 

During this period, sigils were charged on a daily basis. I collected all the sigils in my alphabet in a large spiral book and every morning I would charge one upon waking. Moving away from the three liquid sigils of TOPY, I now charged sigils by meditating until I achieved a deep trance/non-thought state (neither/neither state in Spare’s vernacular). I also began to string sigils together to assist in achieving particular effects. Much like using a diet of supplements to produce certain physical/mental results, I would put together a cocktail of sigils in the morning to prepare myself for the day. 

Towards the end of this period I became enamored with the Northern European Tradition and hijacked the elder futhark (runes) as a sigil language in the process. Rather than study other’s interpretation of the runes I elected to integrate my being into their system. Over the period of six months I worked a rune a week. I internalized each through ritualistically studying their symbolic qualities and allowing them to “speak” to me on their use and attributes. After gaining my impressions of each rune I began to research their traditional meanings and found a great deal of similarity. With the integration complete I used the runes in the same manner I used the sigil alphabets I created earlier, to great effect. 

In 96, I formalized my relationship with the  and began a dangerous series of renegade workings in the Enochian and Vodun systems. My use of personal sigils waned temporarily as the full emersion into these systems dominated my daily practice.

I pulled into the Oughts on a psychedelic steed fueled by the eschatology of the 2012 meme and a paranoia based on a failed millennial apocalypse. I’d reconnected to the universe and had balanced out my internal and external relationships. Theories on time manipulation became the catalyst for new workings and simplicity was the call of the day. Through years of practice I acquired the ability to instantly enter into the neither/neither state, charge sigils, and let them go on the fly. 

My current use of sigils no longer involves images or words, but rather hand gestures and facial expressions.  About 8 years ago, thanks to   and   , I dove into Neuro Linguistic Programming and it changed everything. One of the NLP techniques is centered on developing “triggers” or “anchors” to achieve certain mental states. Basically, one brings on a particular mental state through actively bringing to mind (and body) the auditory, visual and kinesthetic modes related to the particular state. When the state becomes very “real” a hand gesture or body/facial position is struck and linked to the state. I now use a battery of sigilized “anchors” on a daily basis.

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Promethean Night, a curse on angels

I remember watching as the city burned amazed and awaiting ever august Detroit made devil’s night as she did Valliants and Galaxies

Burning Prometheus rising planting apocalyptic dreams in virile minds to seek vengeance and let loose on landscapes

I now watch crass angels in suits move clean machines across the lucid Vulcan dreamscapes of once infinite possibilities broken glass and pavement cracks allow breath, oxygen to burn

I curse sterile attempts to polish and smother and command Prometheus rise again!

*This was written in my cubicle while working at Compuware, ‘Angel’s/Devil’s Night’, October 30, 2003. It was either part of the impetus for, or grew from, my involvement with the Detroit Promethean Society, which is a story for another time. ~ ed. Sept. 2012

©EschatonLife