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Showing posts with label dark humour. Show all posts

Saturday, August 3, 2019

A Moment in Time





A Moment In Time







    Today I thought I’d do something different and tell you a story about my great, great, grand-mother. Back in the late 1800’s, or so I’m told, when the family still lived in Suffolk, they owned a small farm and she, being unmarried and in her early twenties had caught the eye of a member of the ‘landed gentry’ who was somewhat wealthy because of his overseas interests and dealings. They courted, much in the fashion of the day, and eventually became engaged then married. 


   Now, the family history for some reason doesn’t say much about the honeymoon- how long for or even where – in all likelihood it was probably somewhere on the coast there and when finished they went to live in his house which was a large, country-style mansion…you can imagine the sort of thing- sweeping lawns , servants, etc. By all accounts they were happy in their life and settled down nicely. 







   Time passed, and as it happened business matters arose – not for the better- and this necessitated trips abroad to be taken by her husband who began to be gone for longer and longer periods of time which did cause problems, but nothing insurmountable. However, as the diary she kept tells us, he had warned her not to intrude on a room at the top of the house that he kept reserved for his own private needs- even the servants were banned from entering- and it was kept locked at all times. 



   Loneliness, boredom, and curiosity are mentioned several times in her journal- at least those parts that survived the passing years and are still readable – and so it seems she became fascinated by the thought of what could be hidden in that room. Knowing where it was she often climbed the narrow, almost secret, stairs that led to the door and stared at it – perhaps imagining sounds or movements behind it and from what we can make out it preyed upon her mind to the point where whenever her husband was away – despite her promising him never to pry into its contents- she would go there to do this albeit she never gained entrance for he had the key well- hidden, even from her.



   Time passed, yet her yearning to discover the secret did not …and as it happened one day her husband was called away for a business meeting that meant he would be gone for at least a month and with the urgency of the situation he left in some haste- and she somehow observed him hiding the key to the door – being in such a rush he had not been as careful as perhaps he should have been, who can say ? 



   Farewells were said, he left, and she retired to their bedroom with said key. In her diary she stated quite clearly of her feelings of guilt at even having taken it for the promise she had given weighed heavily on her mind yet, after a few days, she took it to the door. You may, or may not be, surprised to learn that she did not open it at first- fear of discovery and its consequences possibly prevented her to begin with-being honest we can only guess at her reasons and the state of her mind at this stage. 








   It took, from her recorded thoughts, several trips up and down those stairs before she finally succumbed to temptation and one night, after the servants had all retired to their quarters and she was certain that no one would observe her actions she ascended them once more with only the light of a candle to guide her. 


   Outside, even though the weather was fine, it was quite windy, or so we’re told, and being up in the top of the house it possibly caused a few creaks and groans to issue from the rafters in the roof which can’t have made her feel any better as she approached the door in the shadows and, after a few moments of thought, unlocked it before entering.
With only the light of that candle, from what we can make out, the room was still cloaked in a darkness that meant nothing was visible and so she was forced to take very careful steps as she progressed further inside lest she trip or knock something over- the risk of discovery no doubt still in her head. 



  
We know from what was left for us to read, although as mentioned before not all of it is readable- the wind rose and as it blew through the eaves of the roof it caused the door to close and the candle flickered before going out. Having no way to relight it she was left in absolute darkness with no way to find her way out unless she took the risk of groping about blindly until she found a wall or the door. It was then, apparently, that she heard a low moaning the sound of something dragging itself across the floor towards her.







   And, if I ever find out what happened next, I’ll let you know.


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D W Storer
2018 / 2019

Sunday, July 21, 2019

The Mothman



The Mothman


   Whether you’re a lover of Forteana or not, you’ve probably heard of the ‘Mothman’ – it’s even been the subject of a film, ‘The Mothman Prophecies’ made in 2002 with Richard Gere starring which was based on John Keel’s 1975 book of the same name in which he theorized that there were supernatural events related to the sightings and of one in particular that preceded (or predicted ) the collapse of the Silver Bridge which carries ca U.S. Route 35 over the Ohio River and connects Point Pleasant, West Virginia, with Gallipolis, in Ohio.

   Reports of the Mothman seem to begin in the Point Pleasant area with sightings reported from November 12, 1966, to December 15, 1967 – the first newspaper to mention it was the Point Pleasant Register which ran a story on November 16, 1966 with the heading "Couples See Man-Sized Bird ... Creature ... Something".


    According to the records so far the first known appearance put in by the creature was witnessed by five gravediggers working in cemetery near Clendenin, West Virginia who claimed to see a man-like figure fly low from the trees over the heads on November 12, 1966. 3 days later two young couples, Roger and Linda Scarberry and Steve and Mary Mallette, told police they had been followed by a ‘large grey creature whose eyes "glowed red’ when the car headlights picked it up that resembled a "large flying man with ten-foot wings", car while they were driving in an area outside of town known as ‘the TNT area’, which was the site of a disused munitions plant.

     The tale spread over the next few days with more reports of sightings being announced.  Two volunteer firemen claimed they had seen it but it appeared to be a ‘large bird with red eyes’.  The Mason County Sheriff George Johnson proclaimed that it was no more than an unusually large heron which he termed a ‘shitepoke’ after being informed by a local contractor, Newell Partridge, that when he aimed a flashlight at a creature in a nearby field its eyes glowed "like bicycle reflectors", and even revealed that he believed buzzing noises from his television set and the disappearance of his dog were down to the creature.


    Dr. Robert L. Smith, a Wildlife biologist at West Virginia University, informed the press that the witness descriptions thus far seemed to point to the creature being a 'sandhill crane' , which was almost as high as a man and had a seven-foot wingspan as well as having reddish circles around its eyes, pointing out that the bird was not usually seen in the area and that this was probably a case of mistaken identity.


    The bridge in question, that seems to be the focal point for the Mothman legend really picking up speed, is a suspension eye-bar chain bridge, built in 1928 which collapsed during rush hour. The cause of this disaster isn’t really much of a mystery, for it was traced to a defect in one of the eye-bar links a crack to forming due a defect in one of the eye-bar links. The real mystery was the appearance of a strange visitor sighted several times by the citizens of Point Pleasant during the months leading up to the tragedy- which then became the basis for the film. 

    As for the film, I’ve seen it, directed by Mark Pellington and as state before was based on the 1975 book by Fortean author and parapsychologist John Keel and starred Richard Gere as John Klein, a reporter researching the legend of the Mothman. It had a mixed reception, despite being given a certificate to allow children over the age of 14 to see it, and barely made its costs back.




    Can I recommend it? That’s a tough one – it was advertised as being ‘based on a true story’ – note the ‘based’ .Whenever I see that word used with a film, or even a book, I see it as a warning sign, because in truth the film gets an awful lot wrong and even claims that the cause of the collapse was never found ( which it was in 1971- before the book was even written ) , along with other ‘lapses’ too. Still, saying that, if you’re a fan of matters Fortean then you may well enjoy it for what it is, a reasonable romp for late night viewing even if it does seem to be similar in style to the X-Files series a little too much.

     As a parting shot, curiously,
it appears that there have been worldwide sightings for there are some cryptozoology theorists who claim that the Mothman has been seen before many catastrophes, incredibly even 9-11.

    Now it's your turn-  any thoughts or comments , suggestions ( preferably polite ones) , or if you want to mention your own experiences feel free to pop them into the comment box-  

D W Storer 2018/2019 


Headless Horsmen


Headless Horsemen



Scene taken from Tim Burton’s 1999 film The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Headless Horsemen

   The first time I came across the ‘Legend of Sleepy Hollow’ was as a child, way back in the early 1970’s. It was, of all things, a Disney cartoon- one that held my attention rather well despite my being no fan of them even at that tender age. Ichabod Crane and the Headless- Horseman- a tale of a schoolteacher and his “face-to-face” rendezvous with a headless horseman was set in a small village on the banks of the Hudson River in Westchester County, New York, and told of a Hessian trooper whose head was taken off by a cannonball during the Revolutionary War. Buried without his head in Sleepy Hollow’s churchyard, he was believed to hunt the premises at night, desperately searching for his missing head.


  A tale that has endured many different versions, especially in the film world, the latest version (1999) starred Jonny Depp, and most people think it started with Washington Irving’s 1820 work without realising his tale had its foundations laid in tales far older.



Scene from Disney’s 1949 two part film- The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad


   The Brothers Grimm had published their versions of folk tales on this subject some years before Irving and, considering the parallels to be seen in their stories, may well have influenced him no small amount. In the tale of Hans Jagendteufel (sometimes Hagen-Teufel ) , set near Dresden, a woman gathering acorns in a place called “Lost Waters” hears a hunting horn and turns around to see the headless “hunting devil” riding by. To her joy it ignores her and continues its hunt for ‘evil-doers’ and the like. In their tale ‘Brunswick’, a “Wild Huntsman” warns hunters not to hunt without dire results- those that decided to go against his advice and entered the woods find themselves to be the prey instead.


Scene taken from tapestry at British Museum showing Arthurian tales

   Travelling further back in time the tale can be seen to have roots in the Arthurian romances, if not even in the far older Celtic legends too. In the 14th century tale of Gawain and the Green Knight, a mysterious ‘Green knight’ appears at Camelot with the intention of testing the king’s knights’ loyalty and honour. Daring Arthur, or any of his knights, to behead him on condition that whoever took up the challenge would swear to meet him a year and a day after the event to receive the same treatment in return. Although Arthur was first to rise and offer to accept his nephew Gawain, the youngest knight present, argued for the right to perform the deed himself and promptly carried out the decapitation with one blow. The Green Knight, however, instead of dying on the spot merely retrieved his head and reminded all present of the conditions of the challenge before leaving.

    Depending, again on the version told, Gawain rode out the Green Knight’s castle to fulfil his obligation and, without knowing it, was tested 3 times for his honesty and of these tests he passed 2 which was reflected in his treatment by the Knight who takes the same number of swings with his axe at Gawain’s neck with only the third stroke making contact, Honour thus satisfied the tales ends with the usual happy ending as Gawain returns to Camelot.


    The photo above  is of the location where the Headless Horseman  purportedly lost his head - somewhere near this field on the slope of Merrit Hill in White Plains, New York, about nine miles from Sleepy Hollow.  During the last week of October, 1776, this property was the site of hostilities between American and British forces during the American War for Independence.  Today, a small monument topped with an antique cannon marks the site of these events, and a sign nearby describes the historic significance of the location.    The old Celtic legend of the Dullahan, or Gan Ceann, the headless harbinger of death, is thought to possibly be the first ever reference to a headless horseman found in history books, albeit it’s impossible to know where or by whom the Dullahan is first mentioned, but he appears to be tied to the ancient Celtic god, Crom Cruach, the Dark God of the Burial Mound.
   Legend has it that about 15 centuries ago Ireland was ruled by the sacred High Kings. They were god-given rulers, and King Tighermas considered himself to be a direct descendant of this dark lord who demanded human sacrifices to be made in his name each year in order that both the land and women would ‘bear fruit’ and Crom Cruach’s preferred method of sacrifice just happened to be decapitation.
  St. Patrick, in his own legends, is said to have found this stone, sometime during the 6th century, and smashed part of it to pieces thereby banishing the ‘God’ to hell and ended this ruthless pagan practice, along with the sacrificial religion. The worshiping stone, known as the Killycluggin Stone, actually exists and can be found within the precincts of  the museum of Cavan County .   A collection of ancient texts, known as The Metrical Dindshenchas, tells us that people from Ireland upon their king’s request were duty bound to give up their firstborn in return for a rich harvest the next year- the unfortunate children’s heads would be smashed on a stone representing Crom Cruach.



Replica of Killycluggin Stone

    Even as Christianity replaced the indigenous religion the old fears never completely died out for a god so dark could never perish and would still harvest souls one way or another- if not by a willing sacrifice, then with wrath and fury. Thus rose , in Irish folklore,  the legend of the Dullahan.

     A type of ‘Unseelie’, or dark faery, it appears to be the Celtic equivalent of the Grim Reaper, carrying a whip made out of a human spine in one hand and his rotting head in the other. Some describe him as a headless rider on a headless black horse, whilst others claim he rides on a carriage made out of bones, coffins, and tombstones pulled by six fire-breathing headless horses. Both versions agree on one thing - if you hear him speak, then he is speaking your name, and your time has come.

   Sleepy Hollow, German forests, or Irish fields, the legend persists, Maybe it has its roots in tales far earlier than those I’ve managed to dig up and if you know of any please let us know here – who knows what we could uncover between us all ?


D W Storer 2018/2019

Saturday, July 20, 2019

The Baphomet

  
The Baphomet


   This post is without doubt going to prove to be somewhat difficult to write- far too many people have been brainwashed by religion, the media, and especially Hollywood, into thinking that the Baphomet is in fact the mythological bogeyman of Christianity known as ‘the Devil’ and to explain what it truly represents will as usual be met with the cries and accusations of heresy, Satanism, and other nonsensical blatherings that so many retreat into when faced with facts that challenge their beliefs.

''I am who you say I am
Yet you know me not''

D W Storer

   It’s a curious thing, for the Devil wasn’t originally seen by the church as an evil figure but as a dark angel that worked as ‘God’s Gaoler’, yet it evolved within the social politics of the medieval mind into a creature of ultimate darkness that hated humanity pretty much around the same time as the witchcraft trials began to gain momentum in the 14th and 15th centuries. Works such as Kramer’s Malleus Maleficarum added to the hysteria that began with outbreaks of plague across Europe as scapegoats were sought- to wit, witches and a greater source of evil were used by those who could not explain why such things occurred and needed to find a way to hold on to their power.


   
     Such thoughts even helped lay the foundations of the fall of the Templars arranged by King Philip IV of France, who was heavily in debt to them, with the collusion of Pope Clement V who was related to him.  The arrest warrant started with the phrase: "Dieu n'est pas content, nous avons des ennemis de la foi dans le Royaume" or "God is not pleased. We have enemies of the faith in the kingdom"   which led to the mass arrests of members of the order on October 13, 1307 ,and the eventual execution of so many of them on charges of heresy and apostasy, financial fraud, and even sodomy.

     What was it then that the Templars were supposedly worshipping? The accusations included idolatry, and descriptions of their idol ranged from the mummified head of John the Baptist to the Goat of Mendes -  the indictment (acte d'accusation) published by the court of Rome set forth ... "that in all the provinces they had idols, that is to say, heads, some of which had three faces, others but one; sometimes, it was a human skull ... That in their assemblies, and especially in their grand chapters, they worshipped the idol as a god, as their saviour, saying that this head could save them, that it bestowed on the order all its wealth, made the trees flower, and the plants of the earth to sprout forth.  The medieval mind, with such events taking place, needed no urging to further develop the character into the ‘Devil’ we know of today.

   Nowadays most people associate the image of the Baphomet with the one created as an illustration by Eliphas Levi in his books ‘ Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie’ (Dogma and Rituals of High Magic)  which he published as two volumes (Dogme 1854, Rituel 1856), in which he included a sketch drawn by himself and  described it as the Baphomet and "The Sabbatic Goat",  yet it greatly differs from the historical descriptions from the Templar trials. It is possible that he, himself, was inspired by grotesque carvings on the Templar churches of Lanleff in Brittany and Saint-Merri in Paris, which depict squatting bearded men with bat wings, female breasts, horns and the shaggy hindquarters of a beast. Levi is known to have believed that the usual figures depicting the ‘Devil’, especially those used in the witchcraft trials of old were more half remembered items of pagan religions than the enemy of mankind and so this coloured his works accordingly. 

    Lévi called his image "The Goat of Mendes", possibly following Herodotus' account that the god of Mendes, which was the Greek name for Djedet, in Egypt, had a goat's face and legs. Herodotus relates how all male goats were believed to be holy by the Mendesians who worshipped the god Pan and his living image on earth which is often referred to as the  Mendean Ram, or Ram of Mendes .


   Representation of carvings found on Templar churches depicting the Baphomet


    Some years before Levi had begun his works the name Baphomet appeared in an essay composed by the Viennese Orientalist Joseph Freiherr von Hammer-Purgstall, which he titled  ‘Idoloduliæ et Impuritatis convicti, per ipsa eorum Monumenta’ or The Discovery of the Mystery of Baphomet, by which the Knights Templars, like the Gnostics and Ophites, are convicted of Apostasy, of Idolatry and of moral Impurity, by their own Monuments. Here he presented his views with the intention of discrediting Templarist Masonry and Freemasonry. In it he argued, using as archaeological evidence of "Baphomets" mentioned by earlier scholars, and parts of the Grail romances by authors such as  Von Eschenbach and Chrétien de Troyes, that the Templars were Gnostics and the "Templars' head" was a Gnostic idol.

     The content of this essay consists mainly of his opinions on images described as ‘Baphomets’ that he had located found in various museums and collections of antiquities. Carved from stone, they were portraying hermaphrodites with either two heads or two faces that although having beards had breasts also. It appears that the majority of them had serpents, the sun and moon, included along with various, and often unknown, emblems as well as inscriptions that he attributes to both the Sophia ‘Mete’ and  the ‘Achamot Prunikos’ of the Ophites as described by  Hippolytus of Rome which was represented half man, half woman, as the symbol of wisdom, unnatural voluptuousness and the principle of sensuality  which he claimed signified the baptism of Metis, or the Gnostic baptism, which was an enlightening of the mind, albeit this was interpreted by the Ophites as a fleshly union instead.


The Goat of Mendes , as portrayed in the Hammer film adaptation of
Dennis Wheatley’s ‘ The Devil Rides out ‘


    For Aleister Crowley Levi’s Baphomet was an important figure within his Thelemic cosmos and he asserted that the Baphomet was a divine androgyne and ‘the hieroglyph of arcane perfection’ – in essence that which reflects, or ‘As above so below’. Featured heavily within the Creed of the Gnostic Catholic Church, the congregation recites in The Gnostic Mass, ‘And I believe in the Serpent and the Lion, Mystery of Mysteries, in His name BAPHOMET’

    Crowley went further in clarifying his tenets by stating that ‘The Devil does not exist. It is a false name invented by the Black Brothers to imply a Unity in their ignorant muddle of dispersions. A devil who had unity would be a God... 'The Devil' is, historically, the God of any people that one personally dislikes... This serpent, SATAN, is not the enemy of Man, but He who made Gods of our race, knowing Good and Evil; He bade 'Know Thyself!' and taught Initiation. He is 'The Devil' of The Book of Thoth, and His emblem is BAPHOMET, the Androgyne who is the hieroglyph of arcane perfection... He is therefore Life, and Love. But moreover his letter is Ayin, the Eye, so that he is Light; and his Zodiacal image is Capricornus, that leaping goat whose attribute is Liberty’

     At the end of it all you can either adapt your own beliefs or hide behind them depending on how you feel on such matters. For myself I believe the Baphomet to be an allegorical depiction of some Higher Consciousness that exists possibly with the hope that humanity may actually learn to rely less on modern technology and more on instinct and the pursuit of a higher level of awareness. There is a phrase that doubtless Crowley took from those famous inscriptions carved upon the walls of the Delphic Temple – ‘Gnothi seauton’ , he included it in the above passage, which translated from the Greek is generally taken to be ‘ Know thyself- then follow the God’ . Gnosis, self- knowledge and the union with the God, what more could we aim for? 



   Look to yourself, look above, look below, look at everything, for everything has a reason to ‘be’ as much as everything has a reason not to ‘be’ and in learning why perhaps, with time and effort,  you will discover your own place and why you yourself are here.



D W Storer 2018 / 2019

Crowley - A Brief History of The Last Of The Great Explorers



Crowley -
A Brief History of The Last Of The Great Explorers
Part 1


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Once saw I a lonely Star
Pass oe’r far lonelier shores
Once its fires burned so bright
But now -
They burn no more


D W Storer taken from The Key of The Storm 2016

    So much has been written about Aliester Crowley, so many have jumped on the bandwagon – whether to demonize or canonize depends on your point of view. He asked for, and obtained, the notoriety he craved then realized far too late that it was less of an aid but more a hindrance. Deserted by his friends and followers, I wonder if he’d be laughing now at how his readership has grown due to the efforts of those who saw him not as a great occultist but as a fashion icon to latch onto in order to boost their own popularity.


    An occultist, poet, magician, mountaineer, painter, prophet, and a novelist to boot, Aleister was born on the 12th October 1875 in Royal Leamington Spa, Warwickshire into a wealthy Plymouth Brethren family whose Christian fundamentalist beliefs he rejected by the time he was educated at Cambridge University where he focused his attentions on mountaineering and poetry – which resulted in several publications on the subjects, and developed his interest in Western occultism.

    Joining the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn in 1898, he was trained in ceremonial magic by Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers and Allan Bennett, and after being denied advancement to the grade of Adeptus Minor by those leaders of the London sect he went directly to Mathers in Paris who granted him the title anyway in 1900. Despite being entitled to the grade, the London sect who disapproved of Crowley’s lifestyle descended into chaos with mass resignations and the eventual deposing of Mathers altogether.


    After a ‘magical‘war between himself and the Golden Dawn, of  which Aleister claimed victory, he moved to Boleskine House by Loch Ness in Scotland and after giving himself the title ‘ Lord Bolskine’ he went to Mexico with Oscar Eckenstein to pursue his passion for mountaineering after which, he then travelled to India  in order to study  the Hindu and Buddhist Yoga disciplines before returning to England.

    Eloping on the 11th August 1903 with Rose Edith Kelly, marrying her the next day in order to save from an arranged marriage, they spent their honeymoon in Cairo, Egypt, the following year where he began within a few days of their arrival, with the help of his new wife to create the first of his major works the ‘Liber Al vel Legis’ or as most know it ‘The Book of The Law. 


G-R-R-R-R-R!

Oh cabbage-heads soaked in rum!
On the blink, on the tum!
It’s right, tight, put out the light!
Putty faces!
Oh Grimaces
At this time of night!
Let me draw, paint, sculp
Your faces of pulp!
Oh gulp!
Put out the light!
Diabolically, divinely bright tight!

What do you know about that?
I’m a cat!
The world’s my rat!
It all goes under my hat
Thin and fat,
Oh my mat,
I’ll paint
You like a saint
Until I faint
Ain’t
That quaint?
Gr-r-r-r!
Gr-r-r-r-r-r-r!
Once more for luck
(Love a duck)
Gr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!

Crowley -1916


   

    On 16 March 1904, Crowley tried to "shew the Sylphs" to Kelly by means of the ‘Bornless Ritual’ whereupon she entered into a light trance and told him, "They're waiting for you!" This led to him asking Thoth to clarify the matter and attempting to get his wife to identify Horus as the origin of the message by taking her to the Boulaq Museum where she passed numerous images of the god before pointing out a painted wooden funerary stele, the Stele of Revealing, which depicted Horus receiving sacrifices from the deceased - a priest named Ankh-af-na-khonsu. By a strange coincidence, or moment of synchronicity, the exhibit had been numbered by the museum as artefact 666.

    At Rose’s insistence, for three days beginning 8 April 1904, Crowley at noon then stayed in his room for an hour, where he wrote down what he heard dictated from a presence behind him who he came to know as Aiwass which led to the creation of the three chapters of verse known as The Book of the Law.

    Despite having two children with Crowley: Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith (July 1904 –1906) and Lola Zaza (1907 – 1990) she was divorced in from him 1909 and in 1911 Aleister had her committed to an asylum for alcoholic dementia where she remained until died in 1932.

Notes = 

‘To shew the Sylphs’- (Crowley’s own words) – to show the Sylphs -
 A Sylph, or  Sylphid are invisible beings of the air, according to Paracelsus and are often depicted as cloud beings. It’s entirely possible that the myths of angels, the winged protectors of the Garden of Eden originate with them for  they embody the extremes of nature, mercurial and intense.

The Bornless Ritual  -
or the Invocation of the Heart Girt with a Serpent, is often considered the proper preliminary invocation to the Ars Goetia since it was introduced as such by Aleister Crowley ( also used in Crowley's Liber Samekh)  for establishing contact with the Holy Guardian Angel.

"Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.
Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens:
Thee, that didst create the Night and the day.
Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light.
Thou art Osorronophris: Whom no man hath seen at any time.
Thou art Iabos:
Thou art Iapos:
Thou hast distinguished between the just and the Unjust.
Thou didst make the female and the Male.
Thou didst produce the Seed and the Fruit.
Thou didst form Men to love one another, and to hate one another.
I am _________ Thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of _________:
Thou didst produce the moist and the dry, and that which nourisheth all created Life.
Hear Thou Me, for I am the Angel of Apophrasz Osorronophris: this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of _________.
Hear Me: Ar: Thiao: Reibet: Atheleberseth: A: Blatha: Abeu: Eben: Phi: Chitasoe: Ib: Thiao.
Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of the Firmament and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry Land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of God may be obedient unto Me.
I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God: Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit: Arogogorobrao: Sochou: Modorio: Phalarchao: Ooo: Ape, The Bornless One: Hear Me!
Hear Me: Roubriao: Mariodam: Balbnabaoth: Assalonai: Aphniao: I: Tholeth: Abrasax: Qeoou: Ischur, Mighty and Bornless One! Hear Me!
I invoke Thee: Ma: Barraio: Ioel: Kotha: Athorebalo: Abraoth: Hear Me!
Hear me! Aoth: Aboth: Basum: Isak: Sabaoth: Iao:


This is the Lord of the Gods:

This is the Lord of the Universe:

This is He Whom the Winds fear.
This is He, Who having made Voice by His Commandment, is Lord of All Things; King, Ruler, and Helper. Hear Me!
Hear Me: Ieou: Pur: Iou: Pur: Iaot: Iaeo: Ioou: Abrasax: Sabriam: Oo: Uu: Ede: Edu: Angelos tou theou: Lai: Gaia: Apa: Diachanna: Chorun.
I am He! the Bornless Spirit! having sight in the Feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!
I am He! the Truth!
I am He! Who hate that evil should be wrought in the World!
I am He, that lightningeth and thundereth.
I am He, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth:
I am He, whose mouth flameth:
I am He, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light:
I am He, the Grace of the World:
"The Heart Girt with a Serpent" is My Name!
Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry land, or in the Water: of whirling Air or of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of God, may be obedient unto me! Iao: Sabao: Such are the Words!

Aiwass –

 the spirit that dictated the Liber Al vel Legis to Crowley whom he described as

‘a ghost-like figure - tall, dark, personable, athletic, aristocratic, Persian-Assyrian in appearance with a face like a savage king ‘ although this was a psychic impression for by his own admission Crowley never actually turned to look at the figure.



D W Storer 2018/2019

Crowley - A Brief History of The Last Of The Great Explorers Part 2


Crowley - 
A Brief History of The Last Of The Great Explorers

Part 2


   Crowley began to make headway with his poetry, novels, and occult literature, gaining a loyal readership that led to his creation of a new order in 1907 with George Cecil Jones , the Argentium Astrum. In 1912 , after publishing ‘The Book of Lies ‘ he become part of the German-based Ordo Templi Orientis- curiously this came about because the head of the O.T.O ,  Theodore Reuss  had accused him of revealing one of their secret rituals within its pages. After the misunderstanding was cleared up Reuss invited him to create, and become the head of an English branch of the order, which he adapted to fit with the precepts of his still fledgling Thelemite religion. And this in turn led to the creation of further branches in Australia and North America.

    Moving to the United States he took up painting and shortly after was accused of being a traitor because of his campaigning for the German war effort. In truth he was working for the British Intelligence services of the time, having managed to infiltrate the pro German movement that was dedicated to keeping America neutral under the watchful eye of George Sylvester Viereck, a German spy ,who had employed him as a writer for his propagandist paper, The Fatherland. The accusations only added to his notoriety which only served to increase the problems he faced, especially with the court cases which loomed cloud-like on his horizons


    Relocating to Cefalu, a town on the northern coast of Sicily, in 1920 with a small group of followers he set up a commune in a small house, naming it the ‘Abbey of Thelema’ . It’s possible that he named it after the Abbaye de Thélème, a place mentioned in François Rabelais's book ‘Gargantua and Pantagruel’ which was, for want of a better term, an "anti-monastery" where the lives of the inhabitants were "spent not in laws, statutes, or rules, but according to their own free will and pleasure. His novel ‘Diary of A Drug Fiend’, which was published in 1922, is considered by many to be in many ways based on his experiences there. The hedonistic lifestyle they lived there, combined with the drug related death of one of his devotees, gave the press more ammunition to denounce him as ‘the wickedest man in the world’ and by 1923 the Italian government ordered him to leave.

    The next twenty years saw him traveling between France, Germany, and England as he continued to promote Thelema until ill health combined with his drug habit led him to a form of ‘semi-retirement’ in 1944, whereupon he took up residence at the Netherwood Boarding House in Hastings, East Sussex, where he lived until his death on the 1st December, 1947 after having gained the widespread notoriety he once craved yet even now is a major occult figure whose influence will continue far beyond his expectations.

    After his cremation in Brighton the following Friday his ashes were, according to the terms of his will, sent to were sent to Karl Germer in America who buried , according to popular lore, buried them in his garden in Hampton, New Jersey.


Hymn To Lucifer

Ware,
nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?
Without its climax, death, what
savour hath
Life?
an impeccable
machine, exact
He
paces an inane and pointless path
To glut brute appetites, his sole
content
How tedious were he fit to comprehend
Himself! More, this
our noble element
Of fire in nature, love in spirit, unkenned
Life hath no
spring, no axle, and no end.

His body a bloody-ruby radiant
With noble
passion, sun-souled
  Lucifer
Swept through the dawn colossal, swift aslant
On Eden's imbecile
  Perimeter.
He blessed nonentity with every curse
And spiced with
sorrow the dull soul of sense,
Breathed life into the sterile universe,

With Love and Knowledge drove out innocence
The Key of Joy is disobedience.


Aleister Crowley, 1913


     A curious, if not interesting point, is that his landlady at Netherwood – Kathleen Symmonds, attended his funeral and stated that afterwards there arose a tremendous thunderstorm that lasted through the night. Coincidence, or the last of the ‘Great Explorers’ bidding us farewell?

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"To Crowley the greatest aim of the magician was to merge with a higher power connected to the wellsprings of the universe, but he did not trouble himself too much to define that power consistently; sometimes it was God, sometimes the One, sometimes a goddess, and sometimes one's own Holy Guardian Angel or higher self. In the last analysis he was content for the nature of divinity to remain a mystery. As a result he wrote at times like an atheist, at times like a monotheist, and at others like a polytheist."


Ronald Hutton , Professor of History, Bristol University

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D W Storer 2018/2019