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My Amusing Muse

Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:05 pm
by QofDeath
Ok, this is probably gonna be a long one. I believe I have a muse. You know, one of those spirits that helps drive you creatively and makes you very passionate about whatever it is that you love to do. If there's a better term for her I don't have one, and she hates labels, she won't even tell me her name! (she says I already know it and that I'm a dull witted fool for not being able recall it. I believe it starts with an L, as the names Layla and Lina are constantly in my head, but I'm terribly unsure which could be correct if either.) But she sure has a lot to say about everything I do. She's mean and spiteful and very sharp tongued, but she's also the most caring and wise being I've ever encountered in my life. I've got a bit of a story to tell, I do hope you read it. I'm quite serious about all that I've written, and I've got lots of questions about this. I'm fairly inexperienced with the occult and I wish to know as much as possible.

Ever since I was fairly young I've been blessed with an uncanny intellegence and creativity. I was reading books, and fully comprehending them, like the lord of the rings at age 4-5, had most basic algebra down pat by 6 and I've always been able to carry complex rythms with any instrument I pick up, and I have a gift at improvising lyrics for songs. That sort of thing. However around the age of 9 I began to feel as though I was never alone, and this bothered me for a long while, since my favorite way to enjoy my time was alone, in my room, reading anything I could find that was interesting. It wasn't untill some years later that I even gave validity to anything occult becasue I had been raised to be a man of science, which I still primarily am.

The most profound experience that I had came at the age of 10, in the spring. I meditated before reading, or most anything that required my focus. It was a very simple technique I picked up in my karate class. Our sensai told us to pick one thing and make an image of it and to focus on only that untill all other things fade away and you are at peace. I started quite young as I was enrolled into his class at the age of 5 or 6, so by age 10 I had become quite good at this. I generally meditated on something that made me feel happy at the time, which I remember clearly was, silly as it sounds, a peice of lemon merangue pie. I love that stuff lol! Eventually all things faded except my delicious spirit pie and I heard a voice in my head. This was something I did not expect at all and I lost focus and felt really weirded out. The words it used were very much not words at all but more of a sound of pure emotions. It was a longing for change and a fear of the new things that awaited me. This pretty much just translated into me fearing that I may be schizophrenic. For the rest of the day I had incredibly bad luck, as I ended up getting hit by a drunk in a green ford windstar that passed out at the wheel and rode up into my lawn. He also crushed my Sega Game Gear and that sucked too, but not quite as bad as the long term effects of that incident (I broke my back, but never noticed that fact till years later as it was just a small fracture, so my nerves ended getting damaged which has resulted in intense pain all the time and occasional loss of feeling or even function in my extremities if I suffer damage to my back.)

It was several months before I worked up the balls to meditate again. From this point on, no matter what object I had started with, it always ended up becoming the letter Q and I would feel a presence, and something about it felt feminine. The more I meditated the more the presence became distinct, and the words it would tell me would have meaning. It told me that I was going to be moving soon, something I had no knowledge of, and that I would meet a D P who was also in tune with her where I went. I moved, and the first time I got out on my bike and decided to explore my new neighborhood, I came across that person, my drummer, who has those initials. It was as though we were friends for a long time, we instantly felt familiar and we spoke of liking the same things and of wanting to start a band. Took us a while to do it, becasue music stuff costs an arm and a leg but we finally did, and I couldn't be happier with the results.

More recently, I've been picking up lucid dreaming. I've actually picked up on this almost as though it was second nature to me. My dreams are always sureal and absurd, and occasionally the spirit in my mind appears. In my dreams she is a petite pale woman, with either greenish black or black hair and sharp features, simply beautiful, a green aura that changes to orange or red if I talk back to her or disobey her, and she's really mean, but I cannot disagree with anything she tells me. In my dreams I can hear her words quite clearly, though upon waking it's still quite difficult for me to remember anything with great detail. Following her advice has led to me finding my soul mate and having babies with her, a job, albeit a crappy one, but in this economy ill take it, a car, all sorts of good things. She always tells me of whom I can and can't trust, and has never once been proven wrong. When I do what I think is right and not what she says I always pay for it. Latley I've become more familiar with sigil meditation, and have created a sigil based off of the Q. When I meditate on it breifly, words come out of my mouth effortlessly, my fingers pluck the strings like an expert, people listen to what I say. Very recently I've been hearing the same phrase and remembering it clearly when I mediate with the Q: "It's about time you set me loose, don't you think?". I've taken this as she wishes to be manifested in some way beyond just a feelning of a presence or an internal voice. I'm not sure If I grant validity to a spirit being able to manifest physically, but perhaps this is what she wants. She seems quite sure that I am more than capable of the feat, and that I should be capable of many more feats of similar magic.

Now, if you've given a damn enough to keep reading to this point I have a few questions

1.) could This be an actual spirit, or is it more likley just some sort of bizzare mental thing (i.e. am I crazy)
2.) If I am dealing with an honest to goodness entity, How could I go about summoning/manifesting/becoming aware of her more?
3.) If I was to summon her into my plane of existance, could it have a lasting effect on me (I fear losing my ability to be a superb musician, should summoning her break her bond with me)

I could go on and on about experiences I've had with her. I won't becasue this post is plenty long :) Anyways, any help you guys could give me in figuring out the puzzle of my muse would be a very helpful and comforting thing for me. I have a strong belief that it must be a spirit, as I'm not the only one that can feel it's presence. I've visited the local psychic shop and they all say they can either feel or see something next to or within me that is not a part of me, they've identified it as feminine, and one called it my protector. As i said before my drummer can feel her and is in communication with her, though less frequently than I am because he is inclined to believe that it is just "psychic noise" as he puts it, and cannot hear what she has to say.

Re: My Amusing Muse

Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 8:33 pm
by Nahemah
http://www.in5d.com/allies-in-the-spirit-world.html

You might find the above interesting.

Your muse sounds very similar to an entity that another member described and talked about,in this thread linked below: [and others too]

http://www.occultforum.org/forum/viewto ... 16&t=33580

Re: My Amusing Muse

Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:21 am
by QofDeath
Lol the post from the forum you linked is actually the one that convinced me I found the right place to talk about it and sign up here!

Perhaps it's a similar spirit, but I seem to be at a higher level of communication with her than Zeon was. Possibility because I've been meditating for such a long time or because I have more of an openness to things, being agnostic and willing to accept all things as truth or possible. Quantum theories and stuff make it abundantly clear that everything is possible becasue everything exists. Good and evil exist but they are no more valid than any other thing, as all things are as you perceive it.

Anyways, I had an interesting day.

I visited the local psychic shop and discussed ways to manifest this spirit, and they all seemed to think it would probably be a bad idea, except one guy there, who suggested I try taking psilocibin mushrooms and meditating on her, and perhaps it would, as he put it, thin the veil of my eyes so that I could see her.

Now I don't know where you guys stand on what I would call heavy psychedelic drugs, but I've always been interested in trying them as I'm open minded and I've always wanted to destroy my ego and all that, and that guy knew a guy that knew a guy, and about an hour and 40$ later I had a nice little baggie of the foulest tasting things I've ever tried. The experience was incredible.

After I was sure they were kicking in I began to meditate, focusing on my personal Q sigil, and I slipped into an incredible trance for what seemed like an eternity (in reality it was a little under an hour, ah they joys of time dilation!). I was in a room I had never seen before, very rustic log cabin style, upper class, fire place and beautiful rugs and paintings. I heard some of the most incredibly complex music in the background, and I basked in that music. It was like free jazz that didn't end up going insane and getting harsh on the ears. The rhythm section was killing it! After a while I began to hear voices and see creatures with no definite shape talking about me. Saying things like I was on the right track, and that I had some grand destiny that would probably never be fulfilled in this life time. I figure these were clockwork elves, I've read about them before and I didn't pay them much mind, especially when they talked about building a machine out of gibberish. Goofy stuff. Suddenly a blast of cooooold air hit my face and there stood my muse, hand on her hips, shaking her head at me. "You're a bit of a desperate idiot, aren't you?" she said to me, right before slapping me in the face. It was but the briefest of instants, but I saw her very clearly, and heard her very clearly. This was more than I honestly expected. She's strikingly beautiful, and she looks like someone I feel I know on a deep personal level. Her eyes really stuck out: Bright blue and very piercing, as though they saw right through all things, not just me. Her voice was like that of a strict mother or teacher, yet soft and sweet. I then was suddenly blasted back to reality, and my cheek was red and stinging as though I had been slapped. Perhaps it was the drugs and not real but I swear I saw a mark and felt the pain in my cheek. So after that I got some food and water. lots of water, as I felt very thirsty and a bit drained from that whole experience, and I turned on music and began to just enjoy being really high and whatnot.

Then I started on a little journey of self discovery and feeling quite insignificant, and at one with all things, and all the other stuff I expected out of the mushrooms. The trip has been over, I had a little nap. I feel incredibly clean and refreshed, and like I haven't felt in years. I'm charged with energy, I'm incredibly eager to pick up an instrument and make all the incredible noise that I can, and I feel like it's the only thing I'm supposed to be doing in life. I mean, I always felt that way about music, but never so clearly or with more conviction. And I can most defiantly sense my muse in the room with me tonight. She was upset at me, but now she's not. I get the feeling she's happy that i'm on this website trying to reach out for help and understanding, like she wants me to reach for that experience myself and not use shortcuts. That's generally her way and it has indeed formed a strong willed, interesting person out of me. I feel a bit more in tune with her than I ever have. I don't think I'll play with mushrooms again anytime soon, because it was pretty clear to me that she disapproved, but all in all it was a great way to spend a day off of work, and certainly enlightening in several different ways. Perhaps it was not valid, as it was a drug related thing, but I feel that it was as profound as anything ever could be.

Re: My Amusing Muse

Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 11:46 am
by Jack-o-diamonds
veeeeeeerrrryyyy interesting.

yus, i did read the entire thing. and here is my humble opinion:

she sounds very much like a spirit (i'm sure you figured that out already), so if you are crazy then i am too. as to putting a label, such as muse or whatnot, i think it would be nearly impossible for someone else to figure out. she could be one of a million different things and i say this through my own experiences.
i have had a similar situation to this, though not so early in my life (i was about 16). i too called it my muse, because i felt it inspired my paintings. i believed this so whole-heartedly that i developed a theory that everyone has a muse that inspires them, but some people just can't feel it. it began the same way, i merely had been feeling a presence all a long and started to just pay closer attention to it. i had a friend, too, that would make comments (i had not told him about my 'muse'). such as after we had seen that Emily Rose movie, i was driving home and he said "you know you have a demon in you, too", i just laughed like he was stupid and he said "no seriously, you do." which is just a strange thing altogether for that friend to say, because he isn't into any of the occult. anyway...
about the age of 17, i would talk with it as if it were a person next to me, but never paid attention to any thought-replies that showed up. at the end of my 17th year, i decided to do some automatic writing with it, but only to answer any issues i needed addressed rather than obtaining answers as to what it is.

god, sorry, i didn't mean to go into detail with the entire situation. long story short, after years and years of automatic writing and meditations to communicate with it, i got the answers as to what it is and, even though it did inspire my paintings, it would not be considered a muse in the mythological sense. it was actually a complicated situation of it being 'stuck' to me and unable to get away. 'two harboring souls', as it calls it, and i guess it decided to make the best of a shitty situation by giving me advice and looking after me. needless to say, now that i am in constant communication with it, it does not inspire my paintings anymore (i don't really need it to, though) rather than tells me how things work with reality and what-not. and the funny part was, my friend was apparently right. this thing told me what it was and, by definition, it would be considered a 'demon'.

i am in no way saying that your situation is like mine other than the fact that we both have what we had or do believe to be 'muses'. my point in telling my experience was to show that there are innumerable explanations as to what your friend is, how she got there, and why she is still there. she could be something you've known far in the past, she could have been something 'stuck' to you as mine is, she could be something like your Anima but in the spirit world rather than just in dreams, she could be a spirit that just saw your potential at a young age to manifest her in the future as she would like to be, or she could have merely just like your style and decided to go with it. really the only one who could tell you is her.

hope that helps at all [tongue]

Re: My Amusing Muse

Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:50 am
by QofDeath
It is helpful, as long as I'm that the only one that's of the belief that it's a spirit being of some sort it's easier for me to accept it comfortably. I'm incredibly grateful for her presence in my life, without her I doubt I would be anyway near as inclined to be creative, and I'd probably be a rather dull guy, alone, and mostly concerned with books and such. I appreciate you relating a bit of your story too. It's always nice to know you're not alone out there, especially with something that seems so out of the ordinary compared to most folks.