Almadel operation on LSD

12/14/2025

Obviously the effects of LSD would override any ability for objective verification of goings on of an Almadel operation to contact an angel, but I wanted to know if this would be a beneficial route at all. I was going to attempt to contact the angel Elomnia, as that was the angel of that particular astrological week.

Prior to the ritual, I had a normal relaxing evening with my wife, B. At 7pm I retired to my room where I would trip alone and attempt the Almadel operation. I did not arrange an audio recording since I estimated it would be about 6-8 hours of material (if the operation lasted the entire trip). So I kept a journal nearby to jot down notes as I was able. I began by meditating and had on ambient, stellar music. I ingested 220μg of LSD, of which this particular batch is well regarded for its high purity.

The following are my journal notes, as they were written. Sometimes minutes or hours elapsed between sentences. (It will not surprise you that it was hard for me to write in real time).

T +0:00 19:07 Meditation. Stellar Drone on USB speaker. Some house noises and clattering. Arrange an almadel by chair (no candles). Mastic to be heated in oil burner, not coals. New florite sphere and kyanite sphere and clear quartz sphere. Written invocation of Elomnia. Using red almadel as green one is not inscribed yet.

T +1:41 20:48 Intense patterns, but I'm learning. Have to listen to my body and it will find a way :) Have to remember to connect to others if I can help. Tomorrow ask B if she has questions about trip sitting, and that she isn't or shouldn't be expected to. I want to be perfect, and I know sometimes I can't. But! Staying focused on my intention: communicate with angels. Obviously :) The trick about mysticism is the keeping authentic connection from A to B. And hey, you like what you like and that never stops from point to point (written curving around until inverted).

Not having to, but wanting to, stay connected. Sharing stuff can actually be the only goal. to do that more effectively, blend personal need vs need of the community, including sleep. Always last thing on my mind - sleep. If I structured my like around the... You know when it's actually just quiet?

Notes from the next day: I died. The only thing that brought me back to this reality was the desire to incarnate in this life with B and my friends and family. I thought I'd destroyed everything and that B had called an ambulance and that I lay dying in a hospital. I could no longer remember B's name or face, but striving toward her as the monad was like a devotion to god.

Whirling around that monad, untethered vibrational energy was agonizing. I forgot the names and faces of everyone I knew. Had I just created them?

When I went to bed, I chose to come unmoored by ending the music. At that moment the experience was all me, no safety net. I called upon Elomnia and I begged her to communicate with me, and to recommend me into her brethren angel's society.

I could no longer regulate myself - temperature, need to pee, or anything. I was filthy while I died, sweating, embarrassed, covered in urine: a manifestation of my inability to regulate alone. (Interestingly, this was all just in my head.) I saw my leg seizing, trembling from cold, fear, resistance to letting go of my bladder.

When I realized in the morning that everything was actually ok, I was so so so glad to be back. It felt like I had succeeded in rewinding time to before my mistake, and I've been so full of gratitude toward every connection in my life. I'm dreaming up all the ways to really connect with people and let them know I care. How do you transform a gift into a real gift? How do you make a real conversation with someone?

The following are recollections of visions I had during the trip, but they have no particular order since time keeping completely fell apart.

I sat gazing at the heirophant, and it all seemed so simple then. God wasn't a who, it was a point, and it's the representation of striving. The mystical quality I projected onto B in that moment unified the concept. From a single point, a second point must be established and this ceases some of the whirling. Community - a need to maintain connection with my friends and to make a defined life from it. The thread of the heirophant reminded me of my sister's fiber work. How many hands touched a product to make it. A chain of artists.

As I felt like I was losing my mind, I wanted to leave a note or message for B that I was actually ok. I figured she would find the journal and see my last entry was a message not to worry about how distressed I appeared, and that I was learning

A vision, or reality? Waves of nausea and deciding to purge in the bathroom. I kneeled before the toilet, and I imagined B peering worriedly through the door crack. I muttered, "It's ok, it's good for me" so that she'd hear, but I couldn't look her in the face because I was so ashamed. Sitting on the toilet, needing to pee, unsure if I was really there or if I was going to make a terrible mess in the bed. My body refusing to go and let it out. Trembling. A flash and sweat pouring from me mixed with my urine in my hands. Desperately trying to cup it and put it right. To be clean again. But I was only messy, and helpless.

Imagining the fallout of being sent to the hospital: what would I tell my family after? It didn't matter. I'd do anything, have any conversation. I needed to keep them.

In conclusion, the operation was not exactly successful, but it was not valueless either. It was rather like trying to perform a ritual atop a speedboat - very fast, yes, but with many distractions and terrifying.

Regarding psychedelics, it is my belief that there is nothing achievable with psychedelics that cannot be done without them. They do however turbo-charge self reflection and insight, and that can be very painful indeed. Some lessons I learned that night I was able to apply immediately, and others will take much longer for me to tackle.

And Elmonia? Did contact occur? I think yes, it did, but non-verbally. The invocation immediately triggered realizations about the nature of John Dee's monad, God, and mysticism. But I never heard a voice, for example. Later in the night, when things had calmed down a bit, whilst gazing into the crystal stone I saw many forms and faces. Some I felt like were Elomnia, even though it was an animalistic, many toothed cosmic beast.