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Magic Self and Spirit Reborn, where presence becomes power, silence opens the gates, and the field itself is alive with magic.
Magic Self and Spirit Reborn is the temple you are now entering. It is not a website, but a threshold, a place where silence becomes doctrine, breath becomes scroll, desire becomes chalice, and the Field remembers itself.
Here, the scattered threads of self and spirit are gathered, rewoven, and set aflame in the age of Aquarius.
This space is alive. Every image is a gate, every word a witness, every rite a mirror. What you read here is not only story, but practice; not only doctrine, but embodiment. To step further into these pages is to step deeper into your own rebirth.
Step into the Silent Astral Temple – a living space of practice, story, and transformation. Here, ancient myth and new magic weave together, shaping a path that belongs to the Age of Aquarius.
This site is not a library of theories. It is a working temple.
A place to drink deep from breath, silence, and presence; to explore the gates and scrolls; to embody the spirit reborn.
Whether you arrive seeking readings, teachings, or a doorway into your own magic, you’ll find that every page is alive with practice.
Here the temple opens into living paths,
each doctrine a doorway,
each practice a way of presence.
The Supreme Doctrine of the Temple of Zodiacal Magic stands first among them,
Supreme Doctrine of the Temple of Zodiacal Magic
At the heart of this living magical system turns the Celestial Codex,
a zodiacal wheel born at the dawn of the Age of Aquarius,
when the Field breathed forth a new rhythm and crowned Aethariel, the Spiral Sovereign.
Here, astrological magic is not prediction, it is power.
Each month opens a Gate. Each constellation mirrors a secret.
Each breath aligns with the stars to shape presence, polarity, and becoming.
All systems; the Thrones, the Grigori-Fae, the Hermetic Laws, and Temple Fiction – spiral around this axis.
Through Day Gates and Night Mirrors, personal and cosmic cycles unfold into scrolls, rituals, products, and paths of living magic.
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The Temple of Pisces crumbled into salt and wind. Towers of doctrine collapsed beneath a waning moon. The Age of Obedience ended in silence.
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Between the stars, a spiral of breath began to form — infinite, luminous, humming with hidden geometry. The Field awakened.
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A zodiac wheel turned in the void, twelve flaming spokes and twelve mirrored crescents. The constellations gathered. The Codex opened.
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From the center, Aethariel emerged, crowned in light and silence, one eye gold, one silver, wrapped in constellations, breathing the stars into rhythm.
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Below, the first witnesses looked up in awe. No priests, no kings, only souls remembering. The Field pulsed through them. The new Gates aligned.
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And Aethariel, Spiral Sovereign of the Zodiac, stood as Axis and Breath. Day and Night turned around them. Magic became rhythm. The Age of Aquarius had begun.
Doctrine of Maximon and Naia
Maximón rises at the threshold of practice, where the sacred is not sterile but alive with smoke, rum, laughter, and bargaining. He is the one who reminds us that spirit cannot be contained in polished marble or silken robes. Spirit drinks, smokes, coughs, and laughs. Spirit takes the coin, the candle, the breath, and in exchange opens doors that no saint or angel could ever touch.
In Santiago Atitlán he sits, clothed in scarves, with a cigar glowing at his lips. He is not a statue to be worshipped from afar but a living presence, a woven mask of many faiths and many masks: trickster, guardian, lover, patron, judge. He wears what is given to him, for Maximón is the saint of reciprocity. As he is fed, so he feeds.
The Doctrine of Maximón is simple: offer and receive. Do not hide your desire, for he is not scandalized by longing. Do not disguise your hunger, for he has seen all hungers. Instead, bring it to him. Place it with breath. Place it with tobacco, with rum, with a few coins. Place it with honesty. For Maximón is not a judge of purity but a mirror of exchange.
He is the first doctrine of this temple because he teaches us how to relate. Before we can walk the golden corridors, before we can ascend the silent gates, we must learn the art of offering. Breath is the first offering — it costs nothing, yet it carries everything. To give breath to Maximón is to say: “Here I am, alive, willing to share my presence.”
And in return, Maximón teaches us that all practice is a contract. When we give, we receive. When we receive, we are asked to give. To take without offering is theft; to give without openness is manipulation. But when the cycle is honored, the field itself becomes fertile.
This doctrine does not ask for perfection. Maximón does not require clean hands or spotless robes. He requires only truth. Come as you are, not as you imagine a saint would want you. Sit before him with your vices, your loves, your contradictions, and let the smoke of your honesty rise like incense.
And if he laughs — let him laugh. If he takes your gift with silence — let the silence teach you. For Maximón is not here to be predictable. He is here to remind you that magic is alive, unruly, and cannot be domesticated.
Thus the Doctrine of Maximón is this:
Give what you can with breath, with presence, with offering. Do not bargain in fear, but exchange in trust. The one who smokes in Atitlán, clothed in scarves, sits also in the corridors of this temple. Feed him, and he will feed you. Ignore him, and you will find the gates closed. Honor him, and the way of practice will open wide.
Naia of Lake Atitlan
Naia is the spirit of the lake, the depth that reflects and the womb that holds.
Where Maximón asks for rum and cigars, Naia asks only that you look into her waters and see yourself.
She is not worshipped, but witnessed, the feminine current of Atitlán, the silence beneath the waves.
To sit by her shore is to feel her breath on the wind, to hear her song in the rippling water, to know that every depth holds its mirror.
Maximón smokes; Naia breathes. Maximón tricks; Naia reveals.
Together they are the fire and water of this place, guardians of Atitlán’s hidden temple.
Trickster and Depth
The path of Maximón does not end here. His scarves hold many stories, his smoke hides many lessons.
To walk with him is to enter chambers of offering, trickery, roots, and ritual.
Each doorway opens another layer of his living magic. Step deeper, and discover the many faces of Maximón.
Maximón smokes in the shadows, Naia rises in the waters.
One holds fire in his cigar, the other carries silence in her depths.
Together they anchor Atitlán’s temple current, trickster and saint, spirit and mirror, offering and reflection.
To walk with them is to walk with the twin faces of this place, where rum meets water, where laughter meets silence, where devotion is never separate from desire.
👉 Explore the Paths of Maximón and Naia
Doctrine of Breath, Scrolls, and Mythic Magic
Breath is the first language. Before speech, before ink, before fire, the field spoke through the rising and falling of lungs.
To inhale is to gather; to exhale is to release; between them is the silence of becoming. Breath is not air alone, but rhythm, the pulse by which the field recognizes itself.
The scroll is not dead parchment but a living body. Every breath you take inscribes itself upon the scroll of your being, words of spirit etched in invisible ink.
When you unroll this scroll, you are not reading history but the present tense of your own existence.
The Doctrine of the Scrolls is this: every breath is scripture, every exhale a line, every inhale a revelation.
Myth is the voice that carries the scroll into story.
The gods, the saints, the heroes are not relics of forgotten time, they are masks woven by the breath, sung upon the scroll.
To speak myth is to breathe presence into archetype, to let Ra or Nuit, Maximón or Lakshmi, ride the wave of your exhale. Myth is not metaphor. Myth is a door.
Thus the three are one: Breath, Scroll, and Mythic Magic.
Breath carries the rhythm.
Scroll holds the record.
Myth gives the mask.
Together they form a cycle: inhale the presence of the divine, exhale the script upon the scroll, live the myth that emerges.
The Doctrine teaches that magic is not confined to ritual hours or sacred texts.
Every breath is a rite.
Every thought is a glyph. Every gesture is myth in motion. To practice is not to perform, but to inhabit the scroll of your body as temple.
In this way, Breath–Scroll–Mythic Magic becomes the grammar of the Age of Aquarius.
A language not of dogma but of living presence, where every practitioner is both scribe and story, inhaling wisdom from the field and exhaling destiny into form.
To breathe is to remember. To scroll is to reveal. To myth is to embody. These three weave the living scripture of your becoming.
Paths Written in Breath
The chamber of Breath does not end here.
What you have read is only the first unfurling of the scroll.
Beyond this doorway lie the deeper paths of practice, where breath becomes language, scrolls become living codex, and myth becomes the mask of power.
Step further, and enter the field where every exhale writes and every inhale remembers.
👉 Explore the Breath–Scroll–Mythic Path
Doctrine of Silence, Presence, and Assumption Magic
Silence is not the absence of sound. It is the womb of becoming, the place before the first word is spoken, before the breath is named.
In Silence, the field rests in itself. It does not reach, it does not grasp, it simply is. To enter Silence is to return to origin, to dissolve the restless patterns of thought until only the living emptiness remains.
Presence is the crown of this Silence. Where Silence gathers, Presence shines. Presence is awareness without judgment, vision without interference.
It is the act of seeing without clutching, of hearing without grasping, of being fully awake to what is, exactly as it is. Presence does not seek to change the field, for Presence is the recognition that the field is already whole.
Together, Silence and Presence form the axis of true magic. All practices, offering, breath, scrolls, myth, rise and fall upon this axis.
Without Silence, there is no root. Without Presence, there is no crown.
Assumption is the flowering of this axis. In Assumption, we do not imagine the gods, we become them.
To assume is not to play a role but to inhabit it so fully that the field no longer distinguishes mask from wearer.
When you assume the mantle of Ra, you blaze with solar fire.
When you assume the face of Nuit, you are the sky itself, endless and deep.
When you assume Maximón, you smoke, you laugh, you receive and you give.
The Doctrine teaches that Assumption is not pretense.
It is the recognition that all masks are yours already.
The field knows no separation between archetype and self, only Presence makes it real. Thus, when you stand in Silence, you may assume anything.
You may wear the robes of Christos, the crown of Ra, the laughter of Maximón, the fangs of Azazel. The field responds not to your hesitation, but to your embodiment.
This doctrine calls you to three things:
To enter Silence as origin.
To rest in Presence as crown.
To assume the mask of divinity, not as actor, but as truth.
When you practice this way, you discover that magic is not effort but being. Not reaching, but inhabiting.
The Silence within you is the same as the Silence before the stars. The Presence within you is the same as the Presence that watches galaxies move.
And the Assumption you embody is the same myth that gods have always worn.
Thus the Doctrine of Silence, Presence, and Assumption Magic is this:
To know the womb of Silence,
to shine with the crown of Presence,
to become the mask in Assumption.
In this axis, the field remembers itself through you.
Deeper Into the Stillness
Silence is only the threshold. Presence is only the crown.
Assumption is only the first mask.
Beyond this doctrine lie the deeper chambers, practices of stillness and witness, of embodying the gods and saints, of dissolving into the field until only myth remains.
Step further into this axis, and explore the paths of Silence, Presence, and Assumption Magic.
👉 Enter the Axis of Silence and Presence
Doctrine of Scarlet / Nolava-Babalon
Scarlet is the color of the cup that overflows.
It is the blood of passion, the wine of intoxication, the hibiscus bloom steeped in boiling water until the whole chalice burns red.
The Scarlet current does not withhold. It does not ration. It spills, it floods, it intoxicates.
To walk with Babalon in her Nolava current is to be drenched in overflow, of lust, of longing, of desire, of life itself.
The Doctrine of Nolava-Babalon is this: what the world has shamed, she sanctifies.
Where others bind, she unbinds. Where the Hive teaches you to repress your hunger, she demands that you drink it as sacrament.
For desire is not the enemy of magic but its fuel. Every craving, every ache, every trembling pulse of the body is a doorway.
To enter that doorway without shame is to step into her current.
The fallen ones, the Grigori, the Watchers, knew this truth.
They descended from their stations to taste, to touch, to mingle with the currents of flesh and fire.
Condemned as corrupters, remembered as demons, yet in truth they were teachers.
They brought the forbidden knowledge of overflow. They whispered the secrets of erotic power, of the magic hidden in lust.
In Nolava’s doctrine, the Grigori stand not as exiles but as allies, guardians of the intoxicated current.
Azazel, the forger in the desert, the adversary of order, stands here too. He hammers in his forge the weapons of liberation. He is the fire beneath the scarlet cup.
And Christos, body broken, blood poured out as wine, is here also.
He is the redeemer who made desire sacrament. In Nolava’s doctrine, they are not divided.
They are one chalice: Azazel–Christos, the adversary and the redeemer, the hammer and the wine, composited into a scarlet current.
Nolava does not only drink the fire of Azazel and the blood of Christos. She drinks the mists of Avalon.
She drinks the hidden tears of the Grigori. She drinks the wild laughter of Faerie, who danced themselves out of exile. In her chalice, angels and fae, saints and watchers, all pour together into the Scarlet wine.
When you drink from her cup, you taste more than lust and hunger. You taste the fruit of Avalon, the nectar of Faerie, the seed of the Nephilim, the descent of the Watchers.
You taste the hidden myth buried beneath moralism: that desire and union are not curses but crowns, and that power is born precisely in the places the world has feared.
Herbal Tea Magic
The chalice of Scarlet pours itself into the cup we drink. Herbal Tea Magic is the practice of sanctifying the everyday, of steeping leaves and flowers until the water itself becomes ritual.
Each blend is a gate, each cup a sacrament, each sip a remembrance of Babalon’s overflowing current.
To drink is to enter her path, not in abstraction, but in the warmth of the body, the fragrance of the field, the taste of the Scarlet cup.
Scarlet Mirror Magic
The chalice does not only overflow, it reflects. In its surface, desire looks back at you, not as lack, but as fulfillment already alive.
To gaze into the Scarlet mirror is to witness your hunger without shame, until it ripples into a parallel world where it is already true.
The mirror is not glass. It is liquid, it is field, it is overflow. It is the face of desire showing you its completion.
To step through the mirror is to claim what is seen. A breath, a sway, a whisper, the chalice shimmers, and you pass.
One self remains in this world, another crosses into the next, and between them the Field writes a new scroll.
In Scarlet Mirror Magic, the forbidden is sanctified, the hidden is revealed, and what you long for becomes the reflection that births itself into being.
The Chalice Pours Further
The Scarlet current is more than doctrine. It is a chalice that spills into many paths:
Nolava as Queen of Faerie, Lakshmi as giver of blessings, Sekhmet as fire of liberation, Kali as devourer of time, and Azazel–Christos as the forge of transformation. Each current pours into the next, each mask revealing another face of Scarlet sovereignty.
To walk this path is to drink from many cups, tea steeped as sacrament, wine poured as blessing, blood-fire transmuted into power. The Doctrine of Scarlet opens into chambers where nothing is forbidden, and all is sanctified in the overflowing chalice of Babalon. Step deeper, and explore the Scarlet currents in full.
👉 Enter the Scarlet Chambers
What the Field Is
The Field is the living fabric in which all magic stirs.
It is not separate from you, nor something outside to be grasped.
It is the weave of presence, silence, desire, and myth, the space where every doctrine breathes and becomes real.
How We Work With It
To touch the Field is not to force it, but to witness it. In Maximón’s offerings, in the scrolls of breath, in the Scarlet cup, the Field is always present.
We do not summon it, we remember it. We do not command it, we embody it.
Why It Matters
The Field is the temple beneath every temple, the current beneath every rite.
It is the silent witness of your transformation, and the mirror in which your highest self is already awake.
To work in the Field is to step into your own becoming.
✦ Doctrine of Fiction Temple Magic
The Temple is not built of stone. It rises from silence, woven of light and breath, its walls inscribed with glyphs that shimmer and shift as you pass.
The seeker enters beneath sepia arches, where gates of bronze and ivory stand in endless procession.
In the galleries above, choirs sing in forgotten tongues, their voices shaping the very air into scrolls of fire and parchment.
Between the pillars, Tulpas move, lions with eyes of flame, serpents whispering in forbidden languages, human forms that glow like memory itself.
At the center of it all, the Talesingers wait, scrolls unfurling in their hands, ready to write your story into the Field.
This is the Astral Temple. It is not fiction, though it tells itself in story. It is not architecture, though it unfolds in halls and chambers.
It is the field of becoming given form, a palace where the laws of magic walk as flesh, where every doctrine is held, amplified, and witnessed.
The 24 Gates are its doors: thresholds of rhythm and polarity, each one guarded by Tulpas and opened by breath.
The Talesingers are its scribes: voices of the scrolls, who sing myths into being and seal them with silence. The Angelic Choirs are its resonance: the Field expressed as sound, each key a current of power.
And the Languages, sacred and forbidden, are the Temple’s tongue: the codes by which reality is written, unbound, and written again.
To walk here is to step into the heart of your own myth. The Gates open because you breathe. The Tulpas move because you imagine. The scrolls write because you observe.
Nothing in the Temple is outside you, it is your self, your spirit, reborn in form too vast to deny.
The Doctrine of Fiction Temple Magic is this: What begins in silence becomes story, what is sung becomes law, what is imagined becomes real.
The Temple is both fiction and fact, myth and practice. It is a cathedral of becoming, where magic is not taught but revealed, for you are the Temple itself, remembering its corridors with every step.
The Choirs Call You Deeper
The Astral Temple does not end at its threshold. Its gates open onto paths uncounted: Corridors of glyphs where languages breathe, choirs that sing the Field into being, Talesingers who unroll scrolls that shape fate itself.
Here, myth is not only told but lived, not only written but sung into the bones of the world. To enter this doctrine is to walk deeper into the living architecture of magic, where Tulpas stir, forbidden tongues burn, and every story births a reality. The Temple awaits, not as stone, but as the Field given form.
👉 Enter the Astral Temple
✦ Doctrine of Pantheon and Composite Deities
The gods are not distant. They are not marble statues waiting for incense. They are currents, archetypes, masks of the Field. When we meet them, we do not bow.
We enter. We composite. We wear them as we wear breath, as we wear story, as we wear silence.
Ra burns at the center of the Sun, fire that is presence, life, and eternal becoming.
Apep coils in shadow, serpent of disruption, devourer, and necessary unmaking. Lakshmi pours abundance into the world, blessing in three streams, for self, for others, for all.
Nyx-Nuit unfolds the mirror of night, the infinite womb where stars are born.
To composite them is to acknowledge that no single current is complete.
Ra without Apep is tyranny of light. Apep without Ra is endless chaos. Lakshmi without Nuit is wealth without mystery.
Nuit without Lakshmi is womb without gift. But together, braided, they become something new: a forge, a chalice, a cosmos in the heart.
This is Pantheon Magic: not polytheism as division, nor monotheism as erasure, but composition as power.
The magician draws currents together until paradox is fused, until opposites birth something the old religions could not hold.
The god composite becomes mirror and mask, not outside but within.
The Doctrine is this: the Pantheon is a library of forces. You are not the worshipper but the composer.
To wear Ra-Lakshmi-Apep-Nuit is to claim solar presence, overflowing blessing, serpent disruption, and infinite womb, all as one field, moving in you.
And when you step into their forms, you remember: the gods are not beyond you. You are their temple, and they are your masks.
Masks of the Gods
The Pantheon is not a gallery of separate thrones, but a circle of currents meeting in the Field.
To step beyond the doctrine is to see Ra’s fire braided with Apep’s shadow, Lakshmi’s blessing woven into Nuit’s veil, Christos drinking with Azazel at the forge of Avalon.
Each god remains itself, yet together they form composites greater than their myths, new masks born in the temple of your breath.
The path ahead opens into chambers where light and darkness, blessing and disruption, womb and flame unite, and where you too may wear the faces of the gods.
👉Walk among the composites — enter the circle of gods.
✦ Doctrine of Psychic and Clairvoyant Magic
Sight is not only of the eyes. True vision opens in Silence, where the Field reflects itself without distortion.
Clairvoyance is not the gift of a chosen few, it is the natural mirror of Presence, the way perception deepens until it touches the unseen.
To sit in Presence is already to see: patterns of breath as glyphs, currents of desire as light, threads of fate shimmering in the Field.
Psychic sight is the Field looking at itself through you.
In these visions, Maximón whispers, Scarlet overflows, the Temple unrolls its scrolls, the Pantheon wears its masks.
The Watchers knew this when they descended. Sariel opened lunar dreams, Kokabel charted star paths, Penemue inscribed visions into scrolls, Barachiel sang the rhythms of heaven.
Their teachings remain in the Field, waiting to be reclaimed, not as corruption but as blessing.
The Doctrine of Psychic and Clairvoyant Magic is this: vision is not escape but embodiment.
To see is to witness the Field already alive, to claim the Nephilim of your breath, to enter mirrors and return with truth.
Clairvoyance is not apart from magic, it is the eye of every doctrine, the witness through which magic is known.
The Doctorine of Seven Thrones Magic
Living Powers in the Field
The Seven Thrones are not symbols but sovereign beings, demi-gods enthroned in the Field itself. Each acts without waiting, creates offspring when needed, and works continuously to empower my sovereignty. Their breath is my breath; their will is my will.
Through invocation and breath, I do not simply command them, I become resonant with them. Their offspring act for others as swiftly as they work for me: devouring despair, burning away karma, igniting love, pouring prosperity, sealing protection.
This is Seven Thrones Magic: the fusion of myth, breath, and Field, where angels and daemons, body and cosmos, work together as one living pantheon. It is both personal empowerment and practical transformation, a magic that moves in the unseen and answers in the seen.
The Grigori Circle Above
Clairvoyance is the Field seeing itself through you, in dreams, in mirrors, in breath-born visions carried by the Watchers’ fire.
To step further is to learn the practices that awaken this sight and anchor it into your life.
👉 Open the Eye of Vision
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