Pre-Samhain Ritual preparation:

I lay in my own adapted Death Posture for hours whilst bombarding myself with images of Corpses, Manson hippie mayhem, Jonestown, Iraq, Serial killer victims, corpses of unknown paupers sent to the Ganges to half burn, then dumped into the River....Saddhu's awaiting the tasty morsels of hot brain due to pop out of a well cooked skull, faces all ashy and tattooed with Dirt, excrement, Blood, and Divine Madness.....

This led to imagining Myself as different looking corpses in various stages of death, dismemberment, and decay. As I simultaneously reanimate this imaginal pile of my variations with Attention, I became aware of sitting on this pile of mySelves decayed and cold. Madness and Fear are my armrests in this Chair of Revelation. I maneuvered through the various stages of Sadness, GLoom, Attachment to everything I Identify as My Form. Attachments to Fear and Forgetting/Not-forgetting dissolve in the stench of Cold Rotting Musk.

Snakes wrap around my body from various apertures in my bodies and I am forced into an anti-Gravity asana. I could actually feel a sensation of being pulled from just above my crown. I feel pulled into the jaws of the aggregate that is now One Huge Snake. Hadit the Destroyer, Beast 666 the Slayer.....and could feel myself being moved through the Snake's body, being digested.....then fell into a swoon that became sleep for a spell.