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Friday, January 4, 2013

Sub Rosa: Behind the Veiled Narrative from Mumbo Jumbo by I. Reed


"Studies of the magic and ritual of Africa have...established with some certainty that all systems for the disturbance of consciousness practiced by the African Negro are derived from ancient Egypt"
Witchcraft (1965) - Pennethorne Huges

"Some unknown natural phenomenon occurs
which cannot be explained,
and a new local demigod is named."
-Zora Neale Hurston on the origin of new Loa



...If you must know, it all began 1000s of years ago in Egypt, according to a high up member in the Haitian aristocracy.

A certain young prince who was allergic to thrones attended a university in Nysa, a town in Arabia Felix (now Yemen). It was a land of dates coffee goats sheep wheat barley corn and livestock. Across the Red Sea were Ethiopia and the Sudan where the young man would commute bringing his knowledge of agriculture and comparing notes with the agriculturalists of these lands. There were agricultural celebrations; dancing and singing, and in Egypt this rhythm was known as the Black Mud Sound. At this time in history those who influenced the growth of crops and coaxed the cocks into procreation were seen as sorcerers. The theater accompanying these rites, these agriculturalists' rites, was a theater of fecundation generation and proliferation, a theater that Victorian Sir James Frazer of The Golden Bough calls "lewd and profligate." The processes of blooming were acted out by men and women dancers who imitated the process of fertilization.

The would play upon instruments, reeded stringed and percussive, as they acted out the process; open their valves  and allow nature to pour through its libation. Osiris was so adept at the mysteries of agriculture that people began to circulate stories that his mother was the sky Nuit and the earth his father Geb.

As Osiris danced he would experiment, but the dances were not esoteric, they were in fact were quite basic and they caught-on. In the Sudan and Ethiopia he became known as "the man who did dances that caught-on," infected other people. Well, Osiris lived many years studying under the elders at Nysa until he returned to Egypt. (Some say he was driven out of Ethiopia, where his dances were banned.) In Egypt a dark cloud lay over the land. Cannibalism was still practiced.

Osiris was regarded by his brother Set as a dilettante  a recipient of a far-out education and one who would not know how to deal firmly with the enemies of the Egyptian people. That was Set, the stick crook and flail man. Dealing firmly with enemies, holding them by the hair and chopping off their heads. Set wanted to use the death of their father as an excuse for invading foreign countries. Set hated agriculture and nature which he saw as soiled dirty grimy etc. He was arrogant jealous egotistical and when Osiris issued a ban on men eating men, introducing the techniques he learned from the long-bearded Black men in the university at Nysa, Set began to plot his brother's downfall. He was also jealous that Osiris was to marry their sister Isis. Fine as she could be. Firm breasts, eloquence, all of those qualities that are later to show up in her spiritual descendant Erzulie (love of mirrors, plumes, combs, an elaborate toilet) whom we in the United States call the girl with the red dress on. (Bessie Smith and Josephine Baker are 2 aspects of Erzulie.) People hated Set. He went down as the 1st man to shut nature out of himself. he called it discipline. He is also the deity of the modern clerk, always tabulating, and perhaps invented taxes.

The eating of barley wheat and corn spread through Egypt like a prairie fire and the people began to do the Black Mud sound, to do alchemical theater (theater of the "Black country"), and that got Set even more annoyed. The people would plant during the day and at night would celebrate dancing singing shaking sistrums and carrying on so that Set couldn't get sleep and was tired when he went out on the field and drilled marched and gave commands to others. 1 day Osiris performed a miracle. He danced so well that the vines began to imitate a particular slow sinuous movement and from that day to this we have the creeping vine. Osiris was called the Bull by the Egyptians who loved him and greeted him as he toured Egypt with his musicians and their sets of decoration having to do with procreation.



Set couldn't stand it. He would stand off to the side mad, balling his fists and spouting invective. He considered the music "loud" and "boisterous." Sometimes the dances were performed by pigmies Osiris imported from the South because they were able to execute the "dance of the Gods." 1 night Set went downstairs and told everybody to "cut out that racket." He was greeted only by catcalls and boos and when a young woman tried to persuade him to dance with her he hurried from the room to the general amusement of the court. And when later a guard came upon him trying out these dances himself in secret, the gossip leaked all over Egypt and he became the laughing stock of the country. Set can't dance became the cry.. Even Hully Gullying children on the street would point out Set as the man who can't shake it 'til he breaks it. The freak from Matovani. That did it. Set would show them. Happy all the time. Enjoying themselves when there was hard work to be done, countries to invade, populations to subjugate. Egypt was prospering under Osiris and there was peace.

People were eating good, the crops were abundant, things were going smoothly and Osiris and Isis were happily married. Their sister Nephthys and her husband, their brother Set, didn't make out so well. He spent most of his time "out with the boys"; legislators, an unpopular group of poets who went about Egypt telling Egyptians that they could do better that they weren't ready and that they ought to try to make something out of themselves. Make ready for what? 1 man asked at one of their whistle sops. Ready for progress? Invading foreign countries and killing? The people didn't go for it and sarcastically called them The First Poets because in Egypt at the time of Osiris every man was an artist and every artist a priest; it wasn't until later that Art became attached to the State to do with it what it pleased.

Then something strange happened. People began to do the dance of Osiris and it would interrupt their tilling of the soil. It would hit them at all times of the day and some of them would wander through the streets talking out of their heads and making strange signs. Set circulated a rumor that this was because Osiris didn't really know the alchemical arts and had brought a curse upon Egypt. Osiris was aworried and the people were grumbling. Well, there was a certain artist down near the harbor who painted arks. He was a man who had once made-out with Osiris' mother and had a big reputation for his decorative work. He called on Osiris 1 day and argued his theory that the outbreaks occurred because the mysteries had no text to turn to. No litany to feed the spirits that were seizing the people, and that if Osiris would execute these dance steps for Thoth he would illustrate them and then Osirian priests could determine what god or spirit possessed them as well as learn how to make these gods and spirits depart.

And so possessed, Osiris did his basic dances for many days until Thoth had them all down. A Book of Litanies to which people in places like Abydos in Upper Egypt could add their own variations.

Guides were initiated into the Book of Thoth, the 1st anthology written by the 1st choreographer.


Soon after, peace was once again restored, Osiris became bored. Sailors had come to him with tales of much suffering and cannibalism in many parts of the world. Osiris announced that he was going to leave his wife Isis in charge of the affairs of Egypt which was a little thing because at that time as 1 historian wrote "The Egyptians had little difficulty in being good." Set saw this as his chance. He yearned for the old days when he went out to the people to "Move that chariot to the side of the road, O.K. where's your license," you know, stuff like that. On the day Osiris left there was a big celebration down at the port with guides from all over Egypt doing the dances of the gods. With tons and tons of cereal, Osiris Thoth and a crew and a fleet of 34 papyri boats set sail. It was midsummer, the 10th day of July, that he left.

Osiris toured the world with is International Nile Root Orchestra, dancing agronomy and going from country to country with his band; and a choir directed by a young up and comer named Dionysus whom you don't hear very much about in his Egyptian setting because the Egyptian writing is "royalty centered." With Thoth he taught people to permit nature to speak and dance through them, for so many 1000s of eyes looked through Osiris that he became known as "the many-eyed."

Just as fast as Osiris would teach these dances the people would mimic him and add their variations to fit their country and their clime. People began to welcome Osiris the Bull, the Seedman, and he became a familiar sight walking down the ramp or rather trucking down the ramp, his pet eagle "Jackie" perched on his shoulder, his faithful Birdman Thoth at his side, taking it all down. And people of all the many ports of the world where he traveled would say "Hey Seedman, what's going down?"

It was on his 2nd trip to South America that the rumors reached him. Because Osiris was teaching people how to make wine and if they didn't grow grapes, beer, Set was going about Egypt telling everybody that Osiris was a fraud and that he was traveling the world "drunk" and "fornicating," disgracing the name of the Fatherland. Set issued a challenge which travelers brought to Osiris. He was saying that if Osiris was so smart and a Human Seed and all, a Germ, would he perform the feat of the Germ. Could he be planted in the Nile and then spring from the waters. Surely if he had learned the arts of sagacious bearded Black men in Arabia Felix at the University of Nysa he could perform this act. He said if he would do this that he, Set, would go somewhere and sit down and never complain again if people danced and sang. He didn't want to go down in history as a "party pooper." The devil was even hitting on Isis because he had eyes for her but she would just look upon her brother with disgust, this man who was going around putting the bad breath on Osiris. Osiris at the time was in Teotihuacan in South America where people of all races and from all over the world had arrived to watch the space ships their astronomer predicted would land. They landed after Osiris made a side trip to Olmeca where he remained long enough to pose for a portrait which was done in terracotta. He attended a 2-week festival as guest of an Inca King. It was here that he practiced Set's challenge for days at a time. It was easy. Osiris had developed such a fondness and attachment for Nature that people couldn't tell them apart.

He had never performed this trick but he knew that Nature wouldn't let him down for long. When Osiris and his band returned to Egypt the people turned out to greet him, dancing and being possessed as the guides led them through. They laughed as Isis blushed because they knew that that night he would give her his "rod of authority."

Set and his followers watched from the windows. That isn't a bad piece of tail, Set said commenting upon the attributes of his sister in the presence of Nephthys whom he treated like a dog, and called her a bitch a tomato a heifer a cow and all other words related to farming he hated so.

That night Osiris and Isis made love and the result of this Union was the child Horus.

The next day was the day of the test. The people gathered at the mouth of the Nile as the legislators placed Osiris in the coffer and drove nails through it. Molten lead was used to keep it airtight. Osiris winked at the people before the lid was closed. The coffer was sunk into the water on October 24th.

That night the legislators came to the Nile and raised Osiris. They lifted the lid and saw Osiris lying thre smiling in a deep death-like slumber, a trick he had learned "down home" among the heavies in the Sudan and Ethiopia.

They mutilated him and made believe that he was torn in to 14 parts, and from that day forward fish have been considered evil in Egypt. On October 31st the people came and saw the mutilated corpse, parts of which had been washed up on the shore, and the open coffer lying not far away.

Set, stood there in triumph. There goes your Seedman eaten by fish, let's cut out all this farming jazz and go back to eating each other. Come here you, Set said in his John Wayne voice, swaggering toward a luscious woman, a succulent dish standing in the crowd.



Thoth knew this to be a lie. He had seen Osiris perform this act during their sojourn in South America. Among the Navajo Indians in North America, at Aztec festivals, around West African peoples who were known to repel an invader by "playing whistles and beating on drums," the news had circulated through many tribes that Osiris could perform this trick.

Thoth spoke up, demanding an autopsy, an investigation of Osiris' death. Set had Thoth arrested for his proposal. Thoth was taken into custody but escaped through the help of some of the guards who were still loyal to the memory of Osiris. Before going into exile, he ran to Isis and left his sacred Book in her hands; and then he went away. Some say he went into exile in the hills where he wrote magical books under a pseudonym which survived until the "Civilized" Romans burned the library at Alexandria.

Isis began to walk about Egypt, screaming lamentations for her husband. At the moment of his triumph  Set began to hear unsettling stories. Osiris had been seen in the land. He had been seen wherever Isis had left a backbone, or a toe or an arm belonging to her dead husband. The people were beginning to call Osiris the Bull the Human-Seed as well, and wherever they found a Bull with a scarab under his tongue, an eagle on his back and a square on his forehead they began to celebrate Osiris' "living Spirit." When he heard of this, old Set ordered the murder of the Bulls and being a particularly mean cuss, ordered they be tortured 1st. (This led to the sport that the American writer Ernest Hemingway took such delight in.) But wherever the Black Bull God Apis appeared and was murdered another Bull would take his place. Well this was driving Set up the walls. This was October 31st, the night the people went about wearing masks, being whatever they felt like in honor of the man who Nature spoke through. Set sent out warrants for the Osirian guides who had learned The Work and they fled. Some of them fled to Down Home where they matched knowledge with the necromancers in Ife, Nigeria. Dionysus traveled to Greece where the Dance "spread like wildfire" although Homer doesn't mention it. He nevertheless helped himself to the stories Dionysus brought concerning Osiris, the man who traveled through the world and returned home to a wife under siege by conspirators. Dionysus kept the faith of his school chum and home boy. (Dionysus can be read as "God From Nysa.") When the King of Thebes forbade the feeding of Dionysus, the angry loa influenced the young people to revolt. When Proteus, King of Tiryns, closed a temple dedicated to Dionysus known as "the man of the black goatskin" a contemporary writer described the ensuing choreomania:

They rushed out of doors and in frenzied dance raged over the countryside, singing weird songs, tearing their garments, unable to stop dancing.


Dionysus taught the Greeks the Osirian Art which lasted until the Atonists in the late 4th century A.D. convinced the Emperor Constantine to co-sign for the Cross. Dionysus taught the Greek guides to identify the Nature that spoke through mankind. The Work. Listen Hippocrates:

If they imitate a goat, or grind their teeth, or if their right side be convulsed, they say that the mother of the gods is the cause, but if they speak in a sharper and more intense tone they resemble this state to a horse and say Poseidon [Neptune] is the cause.


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The Greeks established temples to these Egyptian-derived mysteries where people would go out of theri heads so that the gods could take them over. (About the 10th century the Atonist priests will call this diabolical possession or corrupt the Greek word daimon so as to have evil connotations. Freud, the later Atonist [according to 1 biographer, a big fan of Moses, Cromwell and other militarists], is to term this "hysteria.")

The Greek and Roman masses were crazy about the Egyptian mysteries and celebrated them in Temples of Osiris and Isis, much to the chagrin of the satirist Lucian, who in Dialogues of the Gods derided the animal figures associated with the royal couple; but religions were too popular for criticism to affect anything and the people danced and sang and were touched by the Spirits under the careful watching of trained priests of Dionysus the choir master. They, the Greeks, would have never though about calling these Hosts schizophrenics or catatonics, which were after all their own words. Paranoia and the like were clinical Atonist words invented by people who having lost the knowledge of what they were doing just kinda threw these terms out there. These rites lasted on up to A.D. 378 when the Atonists made havoc upon the temples of their opponents' "pagan" systems. Prior to their sacking, jealous politicians had burned the temples in 58, 50 and 48 B.C. Formerly the people could go to the temples and get away from it all through the guidance of a priest; now they were tortured and any Osirian behavior was seen as an escape from reality and such. All of the gods who were rivals of the 1 they called Jehovah (the cover-up for the Flaming Disc God, Aton) were driven underground and the many were reduced to 1; even Muhammad, 1 of Jehovah's allies in the priesthood, is depicted in a church carving as the devil.

The 4th century A.D. was crucial period for both Atonism and the mystery Dionysus had brought from Egypt. Atonist scholars up to their old yellow journalism of the Daily Heliopolitan decided to depict Osiris as Pluto, a castrated god of the underworld but they kept on Isis as Virgin Mary. In fact in many African locales the passion for Isis was transferred to the Atonists' Mary. This occurred in Africa and southern Europe. Mary was the mother of the Atonist compromise Jesus Christ. They made him do everything that Osiris does, sow like a farmer, be a fisherman among men but he is still a bokor, a sorcerer, an early Faust. Lazarus was a zombie! He was a sorcerer, a Maharishi yoga type who went around the countryside performing tricks. The quality of which the great man Julian the Apostate Emperor (called Apostate because he wanted in the 4th century, to revive the religions Dionysus brought to Greece) was to comment

. . .  Yet Jesus, who won over the least worthy of you, has been known by name for but little more than three hundred years: and during his lifetime he accomplished nothing worthy hearing of, unless anyone thinks that to heal crooked and blind men and to exorcise those who were possessed by evil demons in the villages of Bethsaida and Bethany can be classed as a mighty achievement.

Julian knew the difference between a houngan and bokor, having surrounded himself with the solidest post-Osirian priests of his day. And Julian fed the loas publicly, to the ridicule and scorn of his countrymen who had been converted to Christianity. On February 4, A.D. 362, he proclaimed religious freedom in the empire and ordered the pagan temples restored. But the Atonists were too powerful for Julian. He was assassinated on a Persian battlefield 12:00 midnight June 26, 363. He failed in his gallant attempt to reverse the Atonist challenge. He foresaw the Bad News it was going to bring to the world. John Milton, Atonist apologist extraordinaire himself, saw the coming of the minor geek and sorcerer Jesus Christ as a way of ending the cult of Osiris and Isis forever.

The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Isis and Horus, and the dog Anubis hast.


Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove, or Green
     Trampling th' unshowr'd Grass with lowings loud:
Nor can he be at rest
within his sacred chest,
      Naught but profundest Hell can be his shroud;
In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark
The sable-stoled Sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.

This from his Hymn in "On the Morning of Christs Nativity," which is nothing but a simple necktie party out to get Osiris' goat. And those "Timbrle'd Anthems dark" is the music that old Jethro played, the music of the worshipers of those festivals where they had a ball. Boogieing. Expressing they selves. John Milton couldn't stand that. Another Atonist; that's why English professors like him, he's like their amulet, keeping niggers out of the departments and stamping out Jes Grew before it invades their careers. It is interesting that he worked fro Cromwell, a man who banned theater from England and was also a hero of Sigmund Freud. Well the mud-slingers kept up the attack on Osiris, a writer Bilious Styronicus even rewriting Osirian history in a book called the Confessions of the Black Bull God Osiris in which he justified Set's murder to Osiris on the ground that Osiris made "illicit" love to Isis who, he wrote, was Set's wife. He was awarded the Atonists' contemporary equivalent of the Pulitzer Prize for this whopper. Others went about calling Osiris, Moloch, which translated means "nigger cow."

Well the Atonist Church becomes stronger as the years pass but a strange thing happens. The rites associated with Osiris and other pagan gods continue underground. The only remedies the Church knew was to "beat the living shit out of them." Throwing those possessed by demons into dungeons, torturing and burning it out of them. They killed millions of people this way but it didn't put an end to the dance epidemics, heresies, witchcraft, infidels, and remnants of "pagan" religions. Well, if the Church had continued dealing with the foe in this manner, beating people up. raiding their apartments at 2:00 A.M., burning them at the stake, it would have wiped out a good portion of Europe's population. The rest of the population was being depleted by physical plagues. Much later came another Atonist compromise, Sigmund Freud, who refined the rhetoric of the Church and eased the methods of dealing with the problem. Freud saved many lives which would have ordinarily been dealt with by the Church in an inhumane manner. But when Freud came to America and saw what was going down over here it was too much for even this man. Freud fainted.


After the exile of the Osirians, Dionysus, Thoth and other members of that fabled entourage, Set had problems. Every time he'd got out on tour his convoy was stoned. He had outlawed Dancing. Everything that Osiris stood for he attempted to banish so that he would cut this figure out of his life forever. Next he banished Music. And as his mind deteriorated he banned Fucking.

And later even Life itself. He began to groove behind a real death cult that grew up around him. His legislators and their wives resembled a Billy Graham audience at Oakland Coliseum. The people began to grumble. There was talk of revolution. Talk that Horus had grown up in Koptos where Isis had gone into exile and was prepared to march on the old man. When the child was younger Set had dispatched an arch poisoner, but he failed because Isis was in possession of the Sacred Book and had developed some pretty strong garde.

Set decided that he would fasten his hold on the populace by performing a miracle the way Osiris used to. He had 1 of his bokors who practiced the art of the Petro Rites with the Left Hand to "come on up and give the folks a show." Well, being insufficiently trained the bokor didn't know what he was doing; he only knew Dirty Work and raised the temperature of Egypt to over 50,00 degrees resulting in something resembling and A-bomb explosion. Set and his followers fled to Heliopolis City of the Sun and decided to rule Egypt from there.

Set grew worse. The people began to return their old ways, dancing and performing the rites as they remembered them, but without the Text and someone to tell them what to do- Osiris' assistants now dispersed in West Africa, southern Europe, and elsewhere- it resulted in degeneration. Se began to develop a weird relationship with the Sun. If you can understand Los Angeles you can almost get the picture; imagine 2 or 3 Los Angeleses and you got Heliopolis. The legislators lay around in the Sun all day and developed a strange Body Building scene on the beach. Set decided that he would introduce a religion based upon his relationship to the Sun, and since he was a god then the Sun too would be a god. Of course this was nothing new because the Egyptians had worshiped the "heat, light, orbs, and rays," had worshiped the Sun in a pantheistic manner. With Set, the Sun's flaming disc eclipsed the rest of its parts.

He made the legislators serve as his writers, as Thoth had for Osiris. Maybe this would do it, he thought. And so the legislators went through the old texts and started rewriting things and doctoring them to make Set look good and Osiris look bad. By establishing his own religion based upon Aton (the Sun's flaming disc) he felt he would overcome the nature religion of Osiris. He would be the reverse of Osiris who was associated with fertilization and spring; he would become Aton the "burner of growing things," the Egyptian Jehovah who causes famine pestilence and earthquakes. Before he died he was in such a state that he believed that the Sun was dependent on him and thus he would walk around in circles all day thinking that when he walked the Sun made its course about the planet.

He really flipped. And he was to die watching the Bull God Apis rise all over the land. The Temples of Osiris and Isis were constructed in southern Europe, Nubia and the Sudan. It was becoming a world-wide religion. It was successful everywhere the remnant of the Osirian priesthood was; they knew what it was capable of and knew how to draw it out or make it depart. But in places where The Work wasn't known it would spring up unexpectedly and cause disastrous results or be mistaken for entertainment or be practiced with the Left Hand. Try as they may to popularize Atonism, the Egyptians weren't going for it. It became nothing but a club of old grumblers located in Heliopolis.

That was until Amenhotep 4 (about 1400 B.C.). He was a frail tall and weakling interior-decorator type who became an Atonist and changed his name to Akhnaton (devoted to Aton) while he spent sometime in Heliopolis hanging out on the beach the Atonists made popular, now a decadent, Joe Atlas scene.

When the fool moved the capital to Tel el Amarna they knew they had another Set on their hands and the Amon sect, the ones in charge of maintaining the Osirian mysteries, had the sucker offed. To make an uneasy pun they quit this 2nd Set.

Fortunately Tutankhamen came to power and the people were allowed to do their stuff, working out this way on the wall in the hall every which-a-way. That was until Thermuthis, the stubborn, self-indulgent daughter of a weak Pharaoh. 1 day while bathing she discovered a child in a basket and against the advice of Baria, an old HooDoo woman, brought the child into the palace. No 1 could tell her anything. Thermuthis had had her "been to": her expatriate fling in Europe. Hadn't she hung out in the cafes and listened to Greek, the language of "civilization"? Hadn't she learned how to be vague? To flim flam? She looked down on her own people whom she joined her friends in mocking as they went about "practicing that superstitious mess." The Osirian cult had lost its prestige and now did its stuff "way out on the outskirts of town." There were rumors of dancing and "getting happy" and singing out here in the roadside temples. At Thermuthis' request the Pharaoh would have them raided once in a while. But since the Osirians were giving the guard some "ice"- emeralds, diamonds, lapis lazuli- as soon as a priest, houngan and houngonikon or mambo or an elder and his sisters were arrested he was soon back on the street in circulation. Thermuthis and some of her Greek friends went down to these places one night and were appalled at the frankness of these rituals; the Pussies and Dicks on the walls as decoration, the low-down gut-bucket music. They were snobs. (The opening night crowd of charlatans at a racist N.Y. museum.) All day they stay around discussing such things as "If I stand in the water today am I the same person who stood there yesterday etc. etc." you know. Jiving the citizens of Egypt.

Her adopted son Moses (1350-1250 B.C.) had different ideas. He sneaked off to the Domain of Osiris every time he had a chance. Manetho the 3rd century B.C. Egyptian historian contends that he even became an Osirian initiate and changed his name to Osarsiph.

The people, down at these places which bore the aroma of plants growing wild in the fields, called him Pharaoh. The Egyptian scribe Manetho also refers to him as Pharaoh, most likely the successor of Thermuthis' father. These orchestras of brass, sistrums and drums would play a music that was influenced by the stars. They played under the stars to 1000s of what they remembered of the Osirian Mysteries. Moses, the young Pharaoh-to-be, would sit in and join in with his brothers. The fingers of these men who worked the crops brought the electricity of the earth to their strings, these men who drank from the cold Blue Nile, whose lips had touched the waters of this magic river, brought this Nile sound to their instruments. Well 1 night they were sitting around and Moses asked them what was the heaviest sound they had ever heard. All the men agreed that it was old Jethro the Midianite who could still play the sounds of the spirits and had a legendary instrument that sounded like an orchestra and knew all the "old songs." It was rumored that he was 
a descendant of an actual follower of Osiris who had gone into exile after Set's purge. They said that he could play so well that lions assembled on the ground of his farm and went to sleep, that the crops would weave their leaves toward the huts and climb into the bedroom window. That Nature had blessed him with daughters so that there would be more like him. Moses felt that he would have to study under this man. he would have to somehow gain this man's confidence and perhaps he would teach him everything he knew.

The next day Moses set out to see Jethro. When he came upon the town in whose suburbs Jethro dwelled he went in to the local Spirits Temple and made inquiries about Jethro. The Spirit Tasters told him all about Jethro and that he could see his daughters tending to Jethro's cattle if he went outside of town. They told him where and how far to go. Moses revealed himself as Pharaoh-to-be and hired the men to stage an episode for him. They would go and pretend to rustle Jethro's cattle and Moses would come riding out of the hills and divert them. (Moses really liked melodrama.) Well this was done and Moses came out of the hills and repelled the rustlers whom he had paid to perform such a stunt at the Temple of Spirits. The women took their rescuer home and introduced him to their father Jethro. Jethro was happy and persuaded Moses to remain at his home and "drink and eat as much as you and make-out with my daughters."

Why not? Moses thought. They weren't bad and he could just write down everything that Jethro said and when he returned to Egypt he would turn the place out. That night Jethro took out this instrument that must have had about 25 strings. He then put some kind of early styled harmonica in his mouth. And with his feet he beat on some kind of tinny thing. Then he started twanging on that many-stringed monstrosity and zipping his fingers up and down that thing and making that thing cry so that several times Moses leaped in the air and said, Damn! If he could learn that he could be the Hierophant of the surviving Osirian Order. Moses asked Jethro would he mind if he wrote all of this down. Jethro was grateful to the man. He almost considered him a son and told him that this would be fine.

Well the next few months Moses would help the women tend the cows, using them any way he desired, and at night, Jethro would play and Moses would write it all down. Soon they were doing duos as Moses slowly learned Jethro's art. Well when Moses had learned all of Jethro's songs and had made Jethro create upon these strange instruments he played, Moses packed his papyri instruments and was bidding Jethro goodbye. He said he would play his songs in the temples and while he was playing them he would always have a kind place in his heart for Jethro.

Just as Jethro was bidding Moses goodbye Jethro told him "It's too bad you're leaving because that's not enough. You must know the words to the songs and that's a family secret." Moses paused. "Family secret?" "Yes unless you know the words the music becomes 1/2 right, not all right." Moses told Jethro and his daughters that he was going to set out but the moon looked ominous. Perhaps he could remain with them for a few more days. That evening Moses asked Jethro to teach him the words. Jethro told him that they were family secrets. He would only pass them on to a son-in-law.


Well, the next day Moses told Jethro that he was in love with Zipporah and wanted to marry her. Jethro, trusting, was overjoyed because he had developed a great fondness for Moses. Moses married Zipporah and as her dowry Jethro taught Moses the family words. Well, Moses and his wife Zipporah were about to leave because he wanted as quickly to return to Egypt to "show off my lovely Black bride to my stepmother, The Pharaoh and my high-yellow sisters and brothers."

1 day when you return, Jethro said, you can take a trip to Koptos where there is in existence the Sacred Book said to have been written by Thoth himself.

What? Moses asked.

I said 1 of these days Isis will show you the real Book of Thoth-the original sound. The 1 located in her temple at Koptos, guarded by the deathless snake. It has to be gotten during the right moon or it will be the Book in its evil phase.

Moses sighed, Now he tells me! He told his father-in-law that Zipporah didn't look too well and that he would remain a few more days before they set out on such an arduous journey. Zipporah pleaded that she felt all right but Moses insisted. Jethro was pleased that Moses was so concerned for his daughter Zipporah and rebuked her for sassing her husband. Moses after a few weeks told Jethro, his wife and her sisters that he felt like going on a camping trip to get some air and that he would return soon.

Moses went into the woods and traveled to the mountains. He wanted to contemplate. He went atop Mount Horeb and fasted and meditated for days. On the night of the 12th day he was so weak, having lost many pounds, he thought he was doing to die. It was then a vision came to him. It seemed, the Specter, to be a man dressed in old-style Egyptian clothes 1000s of years before even Manetho had recorded the 30 Dynasties. He told Moses he knew his problem. He knew that Moses wanted to find out how to circumvent the deathless snake who guards the temple at Koptos: Isis and Osiris' Temple. The Specter said he knew that Isis would succumb to a certain line because it was "that time of the month." He said that he would tell Moses what to do, but first Moses had to promise he would restore the cult of Aton to Egypt.

Moses laughed. Man, the way people are into animal and vegetation rites and calling everything that moves a spirit, I would be the buffoon of Egypt restoring something as arid as that. The present mysteries, although frowned upon by the aristocracy, including my mother, are extremely popular with the masses. Why there would be revolution. The Specter began to fade-out when Moses reconsidered, i must play this Book! I must find it! He had developed a real thing about it.

Wait. Wait. Of course I will do what you say. How do I go about getting this Book?

You have to talk trash and feed her.

What is that? Moses said recognizing this as ancient dialect that would have to be revealed to him.

Set told him what he meant by these things and after Moses had gotten it all down he returned to Jethro's ranch looking like a new man. The next day Jethro was sitting on the porch, chewing on some herbs and swinging in a hammock he had made for himself. Some of the old red-eyed Black men from the hills were gathered about the master playing their stringed and percussion instruments, cowbells, mouth harps, calliopes.

Moses seemed like he was trying to tiptoe away when Jethro stopped him because by now Jethro knew he was being used.

Where are you going, son? Koptos?

The men ceased playing their instruments. It became so quiet you could hear the crickets for it was the crepuscule.

Aren't you taking Zipporah with you, said this man, his face a dark wood, his grey hair blue in the early twilight.

I'll . . . I'll er return for her before I go to Egypt, Moses said.

The men returned to playing their instruments. Jethro stopped them. He rose and addressed his son-in-law.

IF you get it out of her it will be useless to you; only a few things about converting rods to snakes; simple bokor tricks, the rest will be so awful that you wish you had never known The Work. Son, she's in that Aspect of herself with this Moon and you won't be able to receive the better side of her Book . . .

Look, leave me alone. Silly old man out here in the backwoods. How dare you talk to me that way. I'm a Pharaoh, or soon will be 1.

Moses jumped on his horse as tears came to Jethro's eyes. As he was about to ride away Moses rode to Jethro's porch where all the men were assembled and he dropped "a couple of bucks" on old Jethro.

Here's the copyright fee for the junk you taught me, he said sarcastically.

Jethro took the dollars and flung them at Moses who rode off into the night.

He wouldn't listen and now he will be merely a 2-bit sorcerer practicing the Left Hand.

It wasn't your fault, Jethro, you warned him, a friend consoled.

The old men resumed the playing of the instruments.


Moses arrived in Koptos a few weeks later. There were statues all over the town devoted to the ancient them of Isis and her child Horus who according to some versions returned and overthrew his father's murderer, Set. It is also said that Horus was the result of a coupling of Isis with the deceased Osiris. People were wearing emblems of the Mother and Child and their pictures were etched on coins. Moses was directed by a traveler to the Temple of Osiris and Isis. He walked until he came upon the temple outside town. He entered between 2 of its 6 columns. In the main room was a smoking pit, a retainer of sacrificial refuse; a statue of Osiris and Isis, holding the child Horus; and friezes depicting Sea Fights, the mysteries: Thoth, Nephthys, Horus, Anubis. Osiris the Eater of the Dead armed with two knives, Osiris Khenti, Amenti, Lord of Abydos and others. There were the animal-shapes: crocodiles serpents birds and rams. The colors of the room were green blue and yellow. Grains were scattered about the floor. The room was littered with tom toms pipes and drums. The air of funk was being dispersed by burning incense. It had been quite an afternoon. Several pigmy kings of about 4' 10'' had danced all afternoon intermittently, leaping into the air. Moses went into the kitchen and munched on some cereal that had been left in some ritual bowls. He drank some wine; he went past the dining room and into the bedroom of mysteries which was covered with pictures of male and female genitalia. Fatigued from traveling, Moses lay down on the bed and went immediately to sleep. At about 2 A.M. he awoke to someone running her hands through his hair and kissing him. It was Isis in the Petro aspect of herself. She was dressed in a scarlet see-through gauzy gown and covered with the odor of a strange perfume. He had never smelt anything so intoxicating to the brain. Her hair was giant black-bird feathers, her eyes blazing.

He would have to be careful. There was stories of mangled bodies carried through the air in the cruel beaks of giant birds. Men "bleeding like hogs," wandering about the temple senseless at dawn. There were tales of her victims condemned to traveling the world. Headless, pitiful men who brought the plague to cities.

I will give you what you want if you give me what I want.

She was so fine that if she dived down the abyss Moses would have plunged in after her. Moses was sweating as she removed her gown and began to make love with him. Moving her thighs about his legs, running her hands across his penis.

Well, Moses thought, as he responded to her caresses, I only hope the bird handles me gently.

Suddenly she leaped to her feet, her prominent firm black breasts swinging, her hands on her hips.

What have you brought for me?

Moses remove from his satchel everything Set instructed him to bring: brightly colored scarfs and liquors, jewelry and delicate chickens for her to eat. She handled the scarfs and tasted the liquor. Moses, when he saw her delighted expression, thought that he had passed the test but she hurled tht things to the ground with 1 gesture.

That isn't enough, she said, returning to the bed and lying next to him. You must talk to me. Baby, please talk to me.

Set knew his sister all right and Moses began to talk to her the way the Osirians talked to her in their rites. He told her how much he loved her and that he would die for her. Cut his throat swim in a river of thrashing crocodiles fight lions for her pussy. He said that he would cuss the day he was born if he couldn't have it and that he would walk all over Egypt crying like a baby. He said that he would gouge out his eyes and dust off the feet of all the dock workers in Egypt, jump off a cliff and lock himself in a cave for the rest of his life. And every time Moses would say another lie Isis would moan and sigh and whimper and purr like a kitten as Moses' hand moved down and touched her Seal. He fished her temple good. She showed him all her rooms. And led him into the depths of her deathless snake where he fought that part of her until it was limp on the ground. He got good into her Book tongued her every passage thumbing her leaf and rubbing his hands all over her binding.

When he was through he had gotten it all down. All down. Had it down pat. He left the goddess in slumber as he rose, collected his gear together and then set out for Egypt.


Well, Moses announced to the populace that he would give a concert with music and songs better than the Black Mud Sound, which was dying rapidly and played only by a few old fools in the hills. He said that this would be a dignified concert and that everyone would have to leave them old nasty-assed animal fetishes and "rattlers" and all those other "flesh-pipes" back home and that there would be no savage dancing. Don't be bringing none of that silly shit to my gig, Moses said. I'm the 1. For once music wouldn't just be used as a background to dancing but he would be a soloist and no 1 in the audience would be allowed to play a whistle or beat a drum or rattle a tambourine. The Osirians were furious. They knew this to be an Atonist trick and decided to disrupt the concert.

Well, the night of the concert the people were herded into the concert ground. (Non-attendance was equated with treason.) Moses began to play Jethro's songs but they weren't coming across like the way they had at the old man's fireplace. They sounded flat, weak, deprived of the lowdown rhythms that Jethro had brought to them. An applause sign was placed up and Moses received applause. A man who didn't go along was taken outside and beaten with flails and crooks. From a box seat, Thermuthis and her expatriate friends applauded loudest of all; 1 Greek said he would return to Greece and announce that Moses sounded even better than Osiris must have sounded himself. Moses then played the songs of Jethro with the words but his voice sounded feigned, his mimic of Jethro's dialect phony, and at this point some grain was thrown up on the stage and people were imitating snakes by HIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG. That corner of the park was beaten until blood streamed down the aisles.

Well, during the intermission Moses went back stage and his Atonist supporters, ass kissers who traveled with him everywhere he went since his return to Egypt, were drinking beer and told Moses how good he was and began to pat him on the back. Moses knew something was wrong. He was told by 1 of the ushers that fights were breaking out in the stadium and that they would have to call for the Army if the violence got out of control.

Don't worry, Moses said, I will do the songs and dances I learned from The Work, the sacred Book, and that way the people will rejoice and love me and young girls will follow me everywhere.

Well, Moses went on stage and began gyrating his hips and singing the words of the Book of Thoth, and a strange things happened. The ears of the people began to bleed. Some of them charged the stage and tried to get at Moses but the Atonist thugs beat them back. 1 Osirian priest could not longer take it. He and several others knew what Moses had learned and knew how it was using him.

Moses couldn't understand. Why hadn't the rites and the words and the dances congealed? Why hadn't the contagion broken out? Why weren't people talking in strange tongues and having happy convulsions?

Moses examined his guitar. Something was wrong. But then the Osirians rose from the rows they occupied and began blowing their whistles and the beautiful sounds filled the air. They didn't know The Work that Moses knew, but in his hands it wasn't doing him any good anyway. The people began to relax. Removed instruments of their own they had smuggled into the park and began playing them along with the Osirians who were marching toward the bandstand playing the instruments. The people began to dance. Moses couldn't stand it.

Arrest those men, he said as the men came closer to where he stood and began to mouth the steps. 1 Osirian-a Black Osirian, a crocodile wrestler known by his friends as "The Hunter"- lunged for Moses but the Atonist thugs surrounded him, stabbing him and making him bleed and then stomping him while he was down until he lay on the floor dead. Seeing this, the whole audience charged the bandstand and Moses was whisked away by some Atonists. People began stoning the royal chariots as they raced for refuge in the Palace. Looting and the killing of Atonists went on all night.


The people surrounded the Palace. Some of them leaped over the barricades set up by the Pharaoh's militia. They hurled missiles at the residence; inside, Moses' mother Thermuthis sobbed softly. She cried the way they did in Greece, civilized, dignified, not piercing walking from the viscera associated with the mourning of Isis who walked all over Egypt sharing her pathos with her people after husband's murder. (Thermuthis cried the way 1 of my relatives from Alabama described as "crying proper."-I.R.) The Greek friends were trying to reach the boats as quickly as they could- 2 of these loafers, brothers, thought of supporting themselves by selling an idea of frieze dealing with the murder of "The Hunter" at the hands of the Atonist thugs.

Moses thought that he could calm the multitude by going out to the balcony and "reasoning" with the people (his mother's sophist friends had gotten to his head too), warning them that he would not truck any rowdiness and that horrible punishments were in store for those who persisted in this unruliness.

Ladies and gentlemen of Egypt. I will unleash the Holocaust upon you this time if you persist in this action. We must have sanity and logic during these times of change and upheaval.

A rock busted the cat's lip.

In anger Moses flung his rod to the ground where it immediately transformed into a snake.

The people laughed. They called him mountebank and sorcerer, fakir in a pejorative sense of the Petro Asson, and other names associated with cheap charlatans who would raise the dead for 15 dollars and change.

The crowd began pushing into the Palace. Moses then ran back into the apartment where his mother was sobbing softly, touching her soft smooth flabby face with a handkerchief.

He berated her: For heaven's sake will you cut that out. I'm trying to concentrate.

Then the idea hit him. Moses ran into his apartment and removed a leaf from the Book Isis had given him. He returned to the balcony where below the crowds had taken trees and were now using them to pound on the Palace gate. Moses uttered The Work aloud. 1st there was silence. Then the people turned toward the Nile and they saw a huge mushroom cloud arise.

A few minutes later, screaming of the most terrible kind came from that direction. The crowd dispersed, trampling 1 another as they rushed for the shelter of their homes. This was a turning point in the Book's history.


The practice of the Left Hand has now arisen to the level of that of the Right Hand. As the distinguished musicologist Fats Waller was to comment later: "Formerly the right hand was given all the work and the left hand shifted for itself, thumping out a plain octave or common chord foundation; now it's more evenly divided and the left hand has to know its stuff."

Moses' explosion made even Set's magicians look small. The next day fish and other river creatures dead and dying washed up on the shores of the Nile.

The VooDoo tradition instructs that Moses learned the secrets of VooDoo from Jethro and taught them to his followers. H. P. Blavatsky concurs: "The fraternity of Free Masons was founded in Egypt and Moses communicated the secret teaching to Israelites, Jesus to the Apostles and thence found its way to the Knights Templar." But this doesn't explain why he received the Petro Asson instead of the Rada. My theory is that it was due to the fact that he had approached Isis at Koptos during the wrong time of the Moon and stirred her malevolent aspects thus learning of the Book. Others say that shortly afterward Moses and his Atonist followers went into exile.

When Jethro heard of the incidents occurring in the North, the nuclear attack and the outrage mob, he told Zipporah. She took it well. She was glad that Jethro hadn't, in a fit of rage, sent the white leprosy to Thermuthis, Moses' mother. Jethro was a good man and once you begin the Petro work it's hard to quit.

Many years later when Moses returned home 1 day from "communicating with his God" he found his children dancing before the despised Bull God Apis, the animal which carries the living spirit of Osiris. Moses heard the "heathen sounds" (timbrel'd anthems dark, boogie, jazz, down-home music, funk, gutbucket) he hadn't heard since his old days in Egypt. Moses grabbed the awful Book from his sons and daughters who were enjoying themselves, dancing their tails off. Moses wanted to get rid of the Book, having sworn off it, but was afraid to burn it. He feared The Work's power. So instead he hid it in a tabernacle where it was lost and become known as 1 of the "lost Books of Moses."..........


Centuries went by until 1118 [A.D.] when the Knights Templar built their headquarters on the site of Solomon's Temple. The organization was an imitation of Hasan-ibn-al-Sabbah's Assassins which had similar offices: Grand Masters, Grand Priors, Priors, Knights, Esquires, Lay Brothers, and the the Templars even adopted the Muslim colors so as to distinguish themselves from their rivals the Teutonics and the Hospitalers. They were a bunch of filthy ruffians, thugs and excommunicated "holy sinners" who wore their clothes until they rotted off their backs; maybe not so bad when you consider that this was a time when the King of France only changed his clothes 3 times a year. They were bully boys who justified their existence by harassing "sacriligers adulterers and others in the name of the Cross." (As usual they left themselves to be the judges of who was guilty of these vaguely defined crimes.) Their stock rose and when they saved the 2nd Crusade from annihilation they were in a position to write their own ticket. . . . One night while stacking books in the basement of the library [they] came upon a secret passageway which led down some concrete steps into an ancient room. It was here [they] came upon the Book of Thoth, the sacred Work Isis had given to Moses. The Work of the Black Birdman, assistant to Osiris......

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Magic with a K (Let's Push Things Forward) by Mr. Alan Chapman


In an effort to demonstrate that no idea is big enough to explain existence, Buckminster Fuller once described the universe as 'non-simultaneously apprehended'. As the universe is not experienced all at once, but sequentially through space-time, we would need to apprehend all phenomena simultaneously (including that which hasn't occurred yet) in order to account for the entire universe. Because simultaneous apprehension is impossible, so too is a theory that explains everything.

This spells bad news for theories that already claim to account for everything, such as every religion and philosophy previous to post-modernism.

The idea that there is no such thing as absolute truth is a central belief of post-modern magic, and although Fuller's ' non- simultaneously apprehended universe' has been used in the past to validate this idea, it is largely pioneering research in the fields of transactional psychology and quantum physics that informs the post-modern magical world-view.

Post-modern thought has made a number of significant contributions to a freer, less dogmatic world. For instance, there's constructivism, the idea that many of our perceptions of the world are created by ourselves through social and historical processes; contextualism, the understanding that meaning is dependent on context, and so phenomena are interpreted as well as perceived; and pluralism, the recognition that there are many contexts, and no single context is privileged in and of itself.

However, post-modernism is easily misunderstood: decide the constructivism applies to all phenomena instead of just some, and you end up with no metaphysical or universal truth; misunderstand contextualism by confusing interpretation with experience, and you deny the existence of a reality beyond the self; mistake pluralism for equality, and: 'nothing is true, everything is permitted'.

Sadly, we arrived at an accurate description of magic in the 21st Century, where the absolute truth is finally revealed: the universe is devoid of all value, except the relative usefulness of a given world-view in providing self satisfaction for the [po-mo mage]!

Has the last three hundred years of Western magical development really found its conclusion in this narcissistic dead end?

Magic is suffering from the misrepresentation of post-modernism. The abuse of Fuller's 'non-simultaneously apprehended universe' as an argument for existence as devoid of truth is just one example amongst many of the post-modernist extremism that has infected Western occultism.

Although it is true that no idea can account for the entire universe, is it not true that some ideas account for more of the universe than others? Truth most certainly does exist, although it can only ever be known partially through ideas, and to a degree commensurate with the breadth, depth and width of an individual's direct apprehension of the universe. In other words, the greater the awareness of the individual, then the greater the apprehension of truth; the greater the apprehension of truth, then the greater the inadequacy of ideas at expressing that truth.

Buckminster Fuller was a mystic, not an egomaniac.

Moles

The relative nature of the personal world-view, or 'reality tunnel', has been explored at great length in the works of Robert Anton Wilson. Indeed, Prometheus Rising has the rather strange effect of making you feel a little less dogmatic, and a little freer, simply by reading it. But just like Buckminster Fuller, RAW has become a casualty of post-modern extremism. I don't think it is unfair to say that this is largely due to his own work.

Wilson describes a certain stage within the magician's initiatory career as the Chapel Perilous:

"In researching occult conspiracies, one eventually faces a crossroad of mythic proportions (called Chapel Perilous in the trade). You come out the other side either a stone paranoid or an agnostic; there is no third way. I came out agnostic.

Chapel Perilous, like the mysterious entity called 'I', cannot be located in the space-time continuum; it is weightless, odorless, tasteless and undetectable by ordinary instruments. Indeed, like the [Self]/'Ego', it is even possible to deny that it is there. And yet, even more like the [Self]/'Ego', once you are inside it, there doesn't seem to be any way to ever get out again, until you suddenly discover that it has been brought into existence by thought and does not exist outside thought. Everything you fear is waiting with slavering jaws in Chapel Perilous, but if you are armed wit the wand of intuition, the cup of sympathy, the sword of reason, and the pentacle of valor, you will find there (the legends say) the Medicine of Metals, the Elixir of Life, the Philosopher's Stone, True Wisdom and Perfect Happiness.

That's what the legends always say, and the language of myth is poetically precise. For instance, if you go into that realm without the sword of reason, you will lose your mind, but at the same time, if you take only the sword of reason without the cup of sympathy, you will lose your heart. Even more remarkably, if you approach without the wand of intuition, you can stand at the door for decades never realizing you have arrived. You mighty think you are just waiting for a bus, or wandering room to room looking for your cigarettes, watching a TV show, or reading a cryptic and ambiguous book. Chapel Perilous is tricky that way."

It is far too easy when reading the above (and RAW's work in general) to assume that occultism is an intellectual pursuit- a simple game of interpretation. RAW states the Chapel presents itself when 'researching occult conspiracies'. However, it is evident from his book Cosmic Trigger that by 'researching' Bob actually means taking part in the occult conspiracy by actually performing magic.

It doesn't help that Bob goes on to claim that there are only two possible results or 'exits' from the Chapel-paranoia or agnosticism- which has the effect of reducing the magical quest to nothing but a question of belief.

Is it any wonder that 'the Medicine of Metals, the Elixir of Life, the Philosopher's Stone, True Wisdom and Perfect Happiness' i.e. the Crown of the Great Work, is now considered a rather antiquated and flowery way of talking about the intellectual realization of the relative nature of all perception?

It's not for me to judge whether RAW attained to the Goal, but is it really possible to complete the magical quest and still have the option of leaving the Chapel insane? Is it really possible to attain an experience yet leave as a model agnostic?


Did Bob fail to mention a third, secret exit?

Achieving the goal of the magical quest can only result in what I consider to be the only sane world-view: Gnosticism. The world-view or 'reality tunnel' of the Gnostic is not chosen as a model, but given through direct experience. No amount of belief-shifting can substitute for this experience.

Yes, the Gnostic appreciates the arbitrary nature of all ideas, but he or she also knows of an objective truth beyond reason. No genuine teacher has ever preached literally, or claimed the truth is to be found in any idea. But preach they must, because it is better to point some in the right direction at the risk of deluding others, rather than settling for helping no one at all.

What function then does it serve to preach the extreme post-modernism of a universe completely subjective and relative?

There's no doubt about it, RAW was a mystic. Cosmic Trigger is an account of his mystical experiences. I'm not being overly generous when I say Bob preached model agnosticism partly as the necessary next step in introducing magic to the world at large, and partly as a refusal to talk about that which is beyond idea, and so risk muddying the waters.

There is a scene in Maybe Logic: The Lives and Ideas of Robert Anton Wilson where Bob takes great pains to explain exactly what Korzybski's famous aphorism 'the map is not the territory' truly means. It's very easy here to think that Bob is simply promoting the idea of an observer-created universe- i.e. ' the map is not the territory' means that we all perceive with our own peculiar 'maps' of reality. However, Bob takes great care to draw attention to what is actually meant by 'territory', yet without actually ascribing any other, specific idea to it. (It is worth noting that in his later years RAW considered himself a Buddhist and a Taoist.)

I admire RAW's integrity in refusing to talk about that which cannot be talked about, but I think this approach has deluded just as many people as any of the more 'explicit' magical teachings.

Happy Rainbow People

The greater freedom afforded by post-modernism, in conjunction with the dawn of the communication age, has encourage a glorious growth in diversity of magical traditions within the Western magical community.

However, the insanity of extreme post-modernism has encouraged the delusion that all of these traditions are of equal value. As a result, magic has become vague and generalized. The plethora of available mystical experiences is reduced to a single, fuzzy notion: 'gnosis'; early stages of childhood are confused with enlightenment; rationalization is confused with meditation; beliefs are confused with perception; superstitious world-views are mistaken for magical consciousness; the pragmatism of pre-industrial sorcery is considered commensurate with post-industrial materialism. And there is supposedly one golden rule in all this: all that matters is if a world-view works for you!

Unfortunately, this approach is indicative of a failure to understand the nature of genuine magical tradition.

Genuine Tradition

Human beings are composed of many dimensions, one of which is the metaphysical. I am using the term in its Greek original sense- a 'metaphysic' is simply a language for describing mystical or profound experience. Every genuine magical tradition to have graced the surface of this planet describes the metaphysical 'plane' as the root of all others, in the sense that it transcends but includes all other experience. These traditions state that if you carry out a certain practice (such as Vipassana or the Knowledge & Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel) on a daily basis, a developmental process will begin with predictable, recognizable stages, that will eventually culminate in what can be considered the completion of the metaphysical process, sometimes referred to as the Great Work [the G Dub], illumination or enlightenment.

As the metaphysical is as much a part of being human as having a body or taking a shit, given enough time any group of humans will eventually produce a good magician who will produce a metaphysic (like the A.'.A.'., or Tantra, or Buddhism, or...etc.) that describes their experience of what it means to be human at the most profound level. This is why there are a startling number of traditions that all appear to be describing the same phenomena, but in different terms.

As these genuine traditions are an expression of the metaphysical process, and therefore concerned solely with the plane of profound or mystical experience, it is never a simple matter of choosing a world-view and reaping the intended results. There is a tradition peculiar to each magician that will bring him or her to the goal and will present itself naturally, or rather magically, at a certain stage in metaphysical growth.

There is only one golden rule concerning genuine tradition: all that matters is if a world-view works for you in completing the Great Work.

Strangely enough, examples of genuine tradition can be found (albeit within their esoteric & heterodox schools) in the three major monotheistic religions of the West: Sufism, Hasidism/Kabbalah, Christian Mysticism [all which include elements Neo-Platonism, Hermeticism & Gnosticism]. Then there are of course the sacred traditions of the East: Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism; not forgetting a number of African traditions, such as those practiced by the Yoruba.

And of course, the focus of this article- Magick.

It should be noted that initiation into one of these traditions does not guarantee the expression of the metaphysical process, just as the process can manifest itself without requiring an initiation into one of these traditions.

Pseudo Tradition

However, not everyone has personal, direct experience of the metaphysical. As a result, some misunderstand the metaphysical teachings of genuine tradition and promote a degenerated version, usually by 'confusing the planes' and believing the goal of the metaphysical process is a mental, emotional or physical event.

These traditions are pseudo-traditions, offering only the outward appearance of a genuine tradition, regardless of whether effective practical magic is taught. All magical traditions that do not afford metaphysical process or mystical experience are at best pseudo-traditions. Syncretism is the ultimate example of this, as are those magical traditions that ascribe to a superstitious view of the world. (The superstitious view of the world is sometimes confused with genuine magical consciousness, which is the experience of synchronicity as a permanent adaptation or state.) These are best described in the language of developmental psychology as reflections of the 'magic' or 'mythic' states of development, and include traditions such as: paganism, wicca, heathenism. theosophy, new ageism, etc.

A tell-tale sign of the pseudo-initiate is an emphasis on practical results at the expense of experiencing the truth, or a contentment with rationalization, emotionalism or intuitionism over direct experience of truth.

Counter Tradition

Whereas pseudo-tradition is simply a case of tradition cut off from the metaphysical, there are those traditions that actively oppose the metaphysical process. These traditions are counter-traditions. Any tradition that advocates a refusal to participate in the dissolution of the [self]/'ego' in the divine is counter-initiatory - such as Satanism and Setianism- as are those traditions that traffic with entities that prohibit the metaphysical process, or restrict the magician to working solely within that tradition. The line between pseudo- & counter-tradition is easily crossed, as pseudo-traditions can easily be appropriated by the counter-tradition as a means of subverting genuine seekers.

All counter traditions are based on a misunderstanding of the metaphysical process, and operate from a basis of (usually subconscious) fear. The counter-tradition has its basis in confusion, and so the secrete master of all counter-initiates, regardless of whom they worship, is Choronzon.


Why The long face?

It should not be assumed that simply because a tradition is a pseudo-tradition or even a counter-tradition that it has nothing to offer, or that any benefits gained from practicing such a tradition are invalid.

Both pseudo- & counter-traditions can provide positive changes in [consciousness] and success in materialistic terms-such as in career or business, love-life, social role, etc., and can teach very useful magical techniques, with 'real world' results. Hence the staggering number of 'good' magicians, in the materialistic sense, that have never come across metaphysical experience. Many magical traditions are necessary and indispensable stepping-stones on the way to beginning the metaphysical process, and the expression of genuine tradition.

However, there is no escaping it: both pseudo- & counter-traditions either fail to engage with or completely ignore that part of reality that just so happens to include but transcend every other part of reality. This means that no matter how profound an experience, no matter how materialistically successful, no matter how well developed [consciousness] is as as result of practicing a pseudo-tradition, the magician will only ever know hirself and the rest of the universe at a superficial level.

Special K

Aleister Crowley reverted to the old English spelling of 'magick' to distinguish between his 'art & science of causing change to occur in conformity with will' and stage trickery or illusionism.

Times have change since Crowley's day. I increasingly find that more and more people are using the word magic in its original sense, so I've never felt the need for an alternate spelling. However, in light of the mess of the contemporary magical scene, I very much feel the need to make a new distinction.

When I talk about magic, I no longer wish to reference materialism, superstition, extreme post-modernism, and the pseudo- or counter-traditions. As such, from now on, I will make the distinction by spelling my magic with a k.

The Royal Art
Magick is the art, science and culture of experiencing truth.
This definition includes both subjective and relative truth (or perception), and objective and absolute truth (or enlightenment).

Any act therefore is an act of magick, if awareness is brought to that action. The practice of magick is the exercise and growth of conscious awareness, an expansion of consciousness in all directions and on all levels of experience.

This means magick isn't just about obtaining a material result or attaining the goal of enlightenment, although the latter is most definitely the ultimate goal of genuine tradition. It includes both practicality and mysticism, and the mastery of every level or plane of experience in between.

In light of the above, does getting high, conjuring for material results, pretending to 'belief shift', or indulging a regressive tradition (especially those that belong to the 'magical' or 'mythical' stages of development) really sound like magick?

It is time we addressed the stupidity of extreme post-modernism in our magical community. I think the best way to start is for people to spell correctly.

Post Script

Counter-tradition is NOT the same as the Left-Hand Path, tantra, black magick (i.e. magick for 'negative' ends, such as cursing), working with entities such as Satan, Set, Baphomet, Lilith, the Goetia, demons in general, or other supposedly 'negative' entities.

Although I cite both Satanism and Setianism as examples of counter-tradition, it is the approach or attitude of these traditions that defines them as counter-initiatory. It is possible to work with any entity, including both Satan and Set, and still remain within the genuine tradition.

However, counter-tradition is synonymous with the concept of 'the black brothers', and Rene Guenon often refers to counter-initiates as 'Satanists'. 

Obverse

Genuine Tradition is NOT the same thing as the Right-Hand Path, white magick (i.e. using magick for 'positive' ends, such as healing), working with entities such as angels, classical gods and goddesses, such as Venus and Mercury, or other 'positive' entities.

It is possible to work with entities from the Greek or Hindu pantheon- for example- yet still remain in a counter- or pseudo-tradition. However, this will usually be a case of failing to understand or implement these traditions. For instance, it is possible to work with Kali without recognizing her transcendental aspect, and thus to fail to experience union with her as a result of ignorance.

However, genuine tradition is synonymous with 'the great white brotherhood' and the A.'.A.'.



A Classical Mess

Although in the preceding [sections] I appropriated a number of terms from the work of Rene Guenon as a means of categorizing the traditions prevalent within the contemporary magical community, it must not be assumed that I am either endorsing Traditionalism, or that [this] work is a typical example of this school of thought.

The problem of extreme post-modernism is not solved through retrospection. To reject post-modernism outright, lament the present condition of humanity, and long for a past 'golden age' is a great failure in understanding what I have called the genuine tradition.

I do not contest that Guenon was first-rate magical genius, or that his book The Reign of Quantity and the Signs of the Times is a masterpiece. His metaphysic is elegant, and hi anticipation of our current society is nothing short of astonishing.

The main thesis of the book concerns humanity's propensity toward the quantitative, at the expense of the qualitative, as an expression of the current period of time in which we find ourselves. In more traditional terms, quantity can be considered 'substance' or 'matter', and its ultimate expression is unmanifest infinite latency- it is therefore 'unintelligible' in the strictest sense. Quality, on the other hand, is the exact polar opposite: it is 'essence' or 'form', and its ultimate expression is unmanifest infinite realization- it is therefore that which is 'intelligible'. It is the interplay of quantity and quality that produces the manifest universe.

The end-point of a movement towards quantity is uniformity, or a multitude of separate units all sharing the same qualities. (This is, of course, impossible. But it is this very denial of what is actually experienced that is at the heart of quantity, and the reason why mathematics is its primary expression.) Such units are 'confused' with each other, lost in uniformity whilst demonstrating separation.

The end-point of a movement towards quality is unity, or a union of all qualities, each distinct but inseparable. An individual experiencing unity would be 'fused, but not confused'. The self/ego is not lost, as is usually supposed by counter-initiates, but transcended and included in unity- it is an end to the illusion of separation.

Because it is only quality that can really be known, the experience of time and space cannot be anything but qualitative. Time is not the succession of quantitative units that we suppose, but a phenomenon that demonstrates qualities, such as speed and character. Of course, none of this is anything new to the magician familiar with aeonics (a study of the inner level of history/the shifts in mass consciousness).

It was Guenon's contention that we are reaching the end of a period known in Hinduism as the Kali Yuga, where quantity reigns to an extent greater than ever before. The whole of history is nothing more than an accelerating descent from extreme quality to extreme quantity, ending in what Guenon called 'the dissolution'.

If unity, or the experience of 'pure' quality is enlightenment, then it is easy to see that the traditions originating in a period in the past where quality was more prevalent, and quantity less so, are more likely to offer a more accurate metaphysic and teaching for attaining enlightenment.

However, the belief that modern traditions are necessarily inferior in nature to those of the past, and that society can only get worse, means that the Traditionalist is always of the opinion that enlightenment is being lost with the disappearance (via Westernization) of the traditional society.

And this is the fallacy of Traditionalism: that enlightenment, the metaphysical process, or what I call the genuine tradition, is synonymous with magical culture.

Although the Traditionalist school recognizes 'the perennial philosophy', or ubiquity of the expression of the genuine tradition within numerous magical traditions, it nevertheless cannot see past tradition itself.

In actuality, the truth is not any idea, religion, ideology, law, caste system, practice, philosophy or era. The truth transcends but includes all notions of space, time and culture, and is therefore not dependent upon any of these things.

In [one of the sections preceding this one], I listed a number of traditions as examples of genuine tradition; but these are and can only ever be cultural expressions of genuine tradition- they are not the genuine tradition itself. The genuine tradition, or metaphysical process, can express itself through an individual who belongs to no tradition at all, or through an individual that indulges a pseudo-tradition.

However, this does not mean all traditions are of equal value. (Out, demon, out!) A tradition that not only acknowledges enlightenment, but provides a map or model of development and instruction in a practice conducive to the metaphysical process, is of infinitely greater value than those traditions that do not.

This is why, despite the fallacy of Traditionalism, the works of the Traditionalist school (Rene Guenon, Julius Evola, etc.) are generally indispensable to the serious aspirant.

The Degeneration of Chaos Magick

Magick was left in a sorry state after the death of Crowley. Riddled with moralizing, pompous armchair transcendentalists, waxing poetical about magical matters beyond the scope of their personal experience, magick became nothing short of a ridiculous intellectual eccentricity.

Somehow magick muddled through in this state for a couple of decades, until chaos magick materialized at the end of the Seventies to save its sorry arse. Suddenly magick was a practice again, with verifiable results.

It was essential for the Western magical tradition that chaos magick exposed the fantasy that had accrued around magical practice, and it is thanks solely to post-modern thought that magick regained its vitality.

The heart of the particular delusion that held sway with some (but not all) of the transcendentalists was the belief that the truth could be found in one correct answer (i.e. theirs). Chaos magick addressed this head-on by pointing out that no one idea is the truth, and that belief could therefore be used as a tool for magical effect.

With the advent of chaos magick, there were those who refused to abandon the old approach, and as a consequence many (but not all) of the present-day proponents of the old transcendental approach tend to be quite naive when it comes to actual magical practice, and usually operate from a rather dogmatic view of the world.

However, given enough time, delusion and fantasy will produce a degenerated form of any tradition, even if that tradition attempts to avoid such a fate by pretending it's just a theory.

And so, it is time to address the degeneration of chaos magick. The delusion that holds sway with some (but not all) of its adherents is the idea that there is no truth, and the universe exists solely to provide personal satisfaction for the magician.

We can address this head-on by realizing we do in fact experience truth on a moment-to-moment basis, and it is therefore not to be found in adopting the attitude that there is no one correct answer, or in using belief as a tool. The truth is not to be found in any idea or attitude, but in direct experience itself.

With this comes the recognition that some ideas or models describe experience better than others, regardless of which model the magician might actually prefer. This does not mean that the most useful model or map is the truth, or that the tradition that leads the aspirant to the direct experience of absolute truth is the only way. Indeed, it is the very subjectivity of perception itself that allows the aspirant to reach the absolute truth through the relative value of the tradition most suited to him or her.

It is imperative that we do not assume that those magical traditions that do not address the metaphysical process are somehow superfluous or 'evil'; after all, magick is the expansion of [consciousness] in all directions. To focus solely on enlightenment at the expense of the rest of reality is as narrow-minded as focusing solely on material results and pretending there is no such thing as mystical or profound experience.

However, a tradition that acknowledges the metaphysical domain offers a lot more that what might be supposed by the simple recognition of another plane of experience, for the metaphysical transcends but includes every other level. This isn't a denial of experience at the level of 'everyday' life, but the facilitation of a greater depth and involvement with every experience whatsoever.

Perusing the material available on instruction for achieving direct experience of the truth, and for charting progress made, it becomes apparent that most of it is to be found in the sacred traditions of the East, and the old transcendental traditions of the West.

But there is a great danger with adopting a traditional view. The temptation to regress tot he belief that truth can be found in one correct answer, or in any idea for that matter, can be too easily indulged, and the retrospective attitude tends to promote a dismissal of the contributions of chaos magick and the lamentation of a supposedly rapidly degenerating occult scene. For clarity's sake: I do not believe the entire occult scene is without merit- just that there is a degenerated or delusional form of post-modernism and of chaos magick currently doing the rounds.

It is important to recognize that extreme post-modernism or any degenerated tradition for that matter, is essential to the growth of magick. The truth is found in experience, and this is no better demonstrated in the fact that humans only change when circumstances, or direct experience, force them to do so. Degeneration serves an indispensable function, and is most certainly not something to cry over.

I therefore salute the deluded proponents of both transcendentalism and chaos magick for fulfilling their appointed function, and for making progress possible.

Part 3

No other subject in the history of the human race has been as misunderstood and grossly misrepresented as that of enlightenment.

For many Eastern traditions, enlightenment is a product whose value is directly proportionate to the strength of its myth: the more enlightenment is divorced from reality, the more the devotee is willing to pay for it. The popular conception of enlightenment has suffered accordingly. For many people, enlightenment is considered fantastic, highly specialized and virtually unattainable-if it is believed to exist at all.

As for the Western enlightenment traditions, only one is still extant: magick. Unfortunately, enlightenment is considered a hopelessly regressive new-ageism by extreme post-modern magicians. It's only in the pre-post-modern (modern?), transcendental schools of magick that we still find reference to enlightenment as the goal of the magician's career.

Yet enlightenment within transcendental magick has suffered the same fate as in the East, largely thanks to the life and works of Aleister Crowley. The deification of Crowley- by himself and by his disciples- has mythologized the process of enlightenment within the Western tradition. Western magicians that still take the idea seriously do so only on the ground that it is unattainable by the average magician, let alone the average man or woman. The magical community meets with incredulity any claim to the Western magical grades that delineate the process of enlightenment, resulting in the phenomenon of the inexcusable arrogant Western magician who will only 'hint' at the achievement of his or her grade, either as feigned humility in the face of his or her incredible achievement; or a means of claiming the unattained, and the kudos that goes with it, without having to validate their experience.

However, we are not without hope: there are currently a few individuals making towards an open and honest discussion of enlightenment within the Eastern traditions, based upon their own personal experience.

I feel that adopting such an approach with regards to the Western magical tradition is overdue. I therefore offer no apology to the extreme post-modern magician, who believes enlightenment does not have a place in today's magick, or to the transcendental magician whose bubble I'm intent on bursting. I do, however, extend to everyone reading this article an open invitation to the frank and honest discussion of enlightenment within Magick.

Let's Push Things Forward

If we are to avoid the types of degeneration peculiar to the transcendental and post-modern schools of magick, without dismissing the invaluable contributions of both approaches, how are we best to proceed? In my opinion by recognizing that:


1. The truth is not found in any idea, religion, ideology, belief, law, opinion, map, model, technology, philosophy, practice, dogma, race, era (either long lost or imminent) or geographical location. 
2. Truth exists in direct, personal experience.
3. Magick is the art, science and culture of experiencing truth.
4. What can be experience using magick is limited only by the ingenuity of the magician (the subjective), but how that experience manifests is limited by the available means of manifestation (the objective).
5. The available means of manifestation is the totality of reality. This means reality is not restricted to what is experienced through the five senses, but consists of many more planes or levels of experience. As well as the physical, emotional and mental realms normally recognized, there are also what are sometimes referred to as the astral, etheric and spiritual or metaphysical planes. What is experienced at each level has subjective, relative, surface features, and objective, absolute, deep features. In other words, although the perception of each level is subjective and relative, the actual experience of each level is not.
6. The human being is manifest or expressed at each level of experience. As such, every single person has the right and the potential to address any and all levels of his or her experience.
7. Each level or plane of experience must be addressed if we are to attain to understanding, happiness and ability at all levels. Magick is the expansion of [consciousness] in all directions.
8. The metaphysical level includes but transcends all other levels, and therefore to engage the metaphysical level is not to escape reality, but to engage with life in the deepest and most profound way possible.
9. The metaphysical level is therefore to engage every other level of experience, both objectively and absolutely. To perform the Great Work on a personal level (the microcosmic) is to address the future of humanity and the manifest universe (the macrocosmic).
10. The Great Work is first and foremost a personal engagement with the metaphysical, and secondly, the facilitation of the possibility of engagement with the metaphysical for every other human being.
11. Although the engagement of the metaphysical level of experience is never just a simple matter of conscious decision on the part of the magician, the only sane and reasonable way to proceed is to practice magick habitually, study every available map or model of metaphysical development, and use that which most accurately describes and predicts experience, and reject that which does not.
12. As reality has subjective, relative, surface features, each human being can best engage with each level of experience in a subjective and relative manner. In other words, there is a tradition or path most suited to the magician for engaging with each level.
13. The metaphysical level is a fundamental constituent of every human being, and enlightenment or the Great Work is a very real, very attainable direct experience available to everyone, right here and right now, provided they apply the necessary effort in engaging with the metaphysical process.
14. Everything said in this article is not the truth, but a metaphysic based on the direct experience of a fellow human being. It remains for each and every individual to corroborate or disprove everything said here by experiencing the truth for themselves, through dedicated magical practice.

An Open Letter to the Magical Community

With the advent of the communications age and the cult of the individual, magick can no longer be defined by any one specific religion, morality, lineage, region, political agenda or aesthetic.
As a result of this, and fore the first time in history, Magicians, Shamans, Pagans, Buddhists, Voudonists, Naths, Alchemists, Sufis  Thelemites, Wiccans, Yogis, Qabalists, Heathens, Chaotes, and every other denomination, now stand side by side as a magical community.
Not only has this community never existed before [on the history of this planet!], but popular interest in the occult, and so the magical community itself, is growing exponentially. Speculation abounds as to why this might be, but there is no doubting this is a very exciting time to be a magician. This has inevitably led some magicians to conclude the magical community is going to save the world and create heaven on earth.

Unfortunately, although a number of individuals within the magical community may share certain aspects of magical culture, such a tradition or group affiliation, the magical community itself cannot be united by one single cause or aim, no matter how altruistic.

This is the nature of diversity and, in my opinion, something to be celebrated. It's a shame diversity often leads to conflict. The occult scene is dogged by incessant bickering and political posturing, which rarely benefits anyone involved. After finding myself embroiled in one too many pointless debates, I came to the conclusion that a focus on personal creative output is far more rewarding. However, I very much care for the future of magic, and I feel that sticking my head above the parapet might just be worth it for everyone involved.

The teenage dream is over. So how do we proceed? Where does the community go from here?

Obviously, starting a new movement to unify the magical community is to repeat [previous follies]. That is not to say that starting a movement, tradition or magical society/[collective] isn't worthwhile or commendable, but that no single magical culture can be the community itself. The future of magick does not lie with agendas, beliefs, traditions or morality.

The steady growth of the global magical community is happening regardless of what we do, what aims we have, what beliefs we ascribe to. We do not need to evangelize magick, or seek to convert those that are not interested, because they are coming when they are ready and of their own free will. We do not need to find an overall purpose or aim for magic, because the overall purpose or aim of current events already exists and demonstrably has nothing to do with any specific magical culture.What then? Do we just get on with our own lives until the current events come to some kind of conclusion?

No. Like any community, we have a duty. Not to God(s), not to the planet, not to any ideology, but to each other.

Should a fellow member of the community need help and guidance, whether newcomer or veteran, we have a duty to provide the benefit of our own experience, should it be useful to that person. The Problem is ensuring that our experience is both available and accessible.

With the exponential growth of people suddenly finding themselves called to a magical tradition, I believe it is imperative for each of us to shout from the rooftops who and what we are, so that we may function as a beacon for those that need a little support and guidance from someone who has been there before.


What accessible, relevant resources are there for a kid that find hirself approached by the Loa or the Tivar? Where can someone who suddenly experiences spontaneous Samadhi find help and guidance? Is the fourteen year-old girl who has discovered she can make wishes come true really be losing her mind?

Instead of incessantly bickering over semantics on a forum, let's start our own magical journals and societies; instead of lamenting the lack of good magical instruction available, let's write our own grimoires and our own interpretation of tradition. Instead of waiting for the Next Big Thing to arrive, realize it's already here:
YOU! 
The Buddha sought neither to argue nor to convert, but to teach those with ears to hear. We can do better than that: let's seek neither to argue nor to convert, but to offer our own experience for those that may benefit from it, not as a teacher, but as a fellow human being.

As a community, we don't need new branding or another messiah; we simply need to recognize we have a duty to each other. This isn't a manifesto, but a call to arms. Where's your blog? Where's your book? Where's your podcast? Where's your movement? Where's your experience? Where are you?

Monday, November 5, 2012

On Demonic Spirits by Duncan Barford


Spirit leveller

People have problems with the word "spirit".

I felt the same, until I decided that "spirit" is pretty much synonymous with information. (This is a term that people like much better.)

If you insist on regarding "spirit" as a kind of mystical, flimsy substance, you will arrive at a poor notion of spiritual beings: "they're like us, only not made of flesh but 'spirit'". Yet to argue that what defines a spirit is that it's made of spirit explains bugger all.

Instead, thinking of demons, angels, the human soul, as forms of information steers us in a more useful direction.


Here comes the science bit

Some things have material existence. Some don't.

This is not to say that some things are more "real" than others. Very often, things that have no material existence (such as nation states, for example) are treated as very real indeed.

A daffodil has material existence.

Like all objects with material existence, the daffodil has sensory attributes: a size, colour and shape. Often, the reason we claim a thing has material existence is that we can locate outside ourselves, through our senses, the attributes associated with the concept of that thing. In other words: it has material existence because we sense it.

But an informational entity, on the other hand, is composed of elements that are uniform and not necessarily sensory. A jpeg image of a daffodil, for instance, consists entirely of bytes. These elements have no remarkable sensory qualities - or none at all, it might be argued. The image of the jpeg daffodil on the screen is produced from the computer's interpretation of the relationships between the bytes.

Words and musical notes are further examples of elements that might constitute an informational entity. The attributes of the entity arise not from the elements of which it is composed, but from an interpretation of the relationships between those elements.

The daffodil in your garden is yellow. So is the daffodil on my computer screen. But my screen daffodil is yellow because the data in the jpeg file informs my computer it should display it as such.

So, we have arrived at a notion of two different types of things: material entities and informational entities. Material entities possess sensory attributes, but the attributes of informational entities, whose constituent elements may or may not be perceivable, become apparent only after an interpretation of the relationships between those elements.

Now, don't get me wrong; informational entities do indeed have a material basis. Undeniably, they have material qualities. But these are of secondary importance. The typeface of your copy of The Brothers Karamazov, for instance, has little bearing on your reading of it, or on its meaning.

And this brings us to the most important aspect of an informational entity: its meaning.

My tricksy spirit

The attributes of demonic spirits can be found listed in grimoires, such as The Lesser Key of Solomon the King.

For instance, the demon Shax "is a Great Marquis and appeareth in the Form of a Stock-Dove, speaking with a hoarse voice, but yet subtle. His Office is to take away the Sight, Hearing, or Understanding of any Man or Woman; and to steal money out of the houses of Kings, and to carry it again in 1,200 years. If commanded he will fetch Horses or any other thing."

I'm not proud of my experiences with demons. So far, every working I've done has gone slightly tits-up, due to faulty intention on my part rather than the fault of the spirit or the evocation.

In the course of a particularly poorly-conceived working, I summoned Shax and asked him to bring me some cash. A few days later, I was standing in a shop when a wad of notes fell out the back-pocket of the man in front. He must've felt it fall, because he bent to pick it up, but he only retrieved a single fiver that had separated from the remaining wad of twenties. The rest was left on the floor.

Everyone in the shop had entered a trance-state during which, evidently, I was invisible, because when I bent down and picked up the money, no one saw me. I could have put it in my pocket and walked out of the shop. Instead, I handed it back to the man.

Although I ruined his good work, Shax had indeed fetched me some cash. Only later did I recall that his main office is to "steal money out of the houses of Kings". I should have been prepared that any money from this direction would be "dirty" (albeit stolen from someone who could probably afford to lose it).

I really wish I'd asked the guy in the queue his name.

It was probably Rex.

Informational entities from Hell

If Shax is an informational entity then, like our jpeg daffodil, he his perceivability depends on the interpretative action of another agency.

In the case of the jpeg daffodil this agency is a computer, but I suspect the nature of the agency doesn't matter - most likely it's a human being, although perhaps an animal or another type of machine can fulfil the role - as long as that agency itself is another informational entity.

It was the informational entity of my mind that acted as the interpretative agency for Shax. Without my intent, or my decision to choose him from the grimoire, or my performance of the evocation, what happened in the shop would have had no significance other than a sequence of consecutive events.

But I know better. Because I had specifically asked Shax to provide the wad of cash that dropped onto the floor in front of me.

It has often been demonstrated, both in magic and in science, that perceptions are shaped by intention. An act of evocation - in effect - is the installation of an informational entity (or spirit) between my intention and my perception. It functions like a kind of filter.

In evocation, the mind behaves like the computer, interpreting and giving to the informational entity life and meaning, until the image of the daffodil looms on our interior screen, and we perceive it as big and yellow and lovely. (In a sense, everyday reality is one continuous evocation.)

Similarly, Shax's ability to "steal money from the houses of kings" became wedged between my intention and my perception. My mind was running Shax like a computer program in order to change my reality.


The vicissitudes of evocation

Here are some scenarios that describe the possible outcomes of an evocation:

I evoke, and my intent and the demon’s attributes coincide nicely, so the demon forms a suitable filter between my intention and perception. This is a "successful" evocation, by which it’s meant that my intention matches the attributes of the demon, and through the demon’s service my will is enabled to act semi-autonomously upon the world.

I evoke, but my intent is only partially in accord with the full range of the demon’s attributes. Either I don’t want what the demon can deliver; or the demon can’t deliver what I want. The result may contain a contradictory significance (like my Shax working), or there may be no result at all.

My intent and the demon’s attributes contradict or conflict. Unpredictable patterns of interference are the consequence. At best, the result is partial or zero. At worst, my intention is perverted, or its opposite manifests.

Pea-green puke

We've all seen The Exorcist. But the view of demons as informational entities casts a different light on "possession".

The demon leaves the service of a magician when it is granted licence to depart. Ideally, the transaction terminates once a result is obtained and the magician no longer needs an autonomous filter between his or her intention and perception.

However, "possession" is what might occur if the transaction unsuccessfully terminates. Instead, the demon lingers and becomes grafted onto the will of the magician. The cause of this is - once again - a fault on the magician's part. "Lust of result", or an obsession with a particular aim to the extent that even a successful outcome does not satisfy the intention may lead to this state of affairs.

You wouldn’t necessarily be conscious of being "possessed". You wouldn’t necessarily act or think in a style any different from your habitual notion of yourself. But you might notice that your actions in everyday life are becoming separated from your intentions, in a way that fulfilled the attributes of the demon more completely than it fulfilled your personal will.

Feelings of alienation, boredom, frustration, discontent, and doubts concerning the efficacy of magic are, therefore, possible indications of possession.

Sounds familiar?

As Lon Milo DuQuette puts it: "Can the spirits hurt me? Yes, most definitely, spirits can hurt you. They hurt you all the time."

A demon is a static template; a fixed collection of attributes. We are most likely to uncover demons grafted onto those aspects of ourselves that are less vulnerable to change: our opinions, well-established personality traits, or those myths we have constructed about ourselves in order to make sense of our personal histories.

Fluidity, flexibility and development are the enemies of demons. We can change ourselves, but the attributes and function of the demon are fixed. The most powerful exorcism is always self-transformation, which can iron out the creases where demons might cling to us.

Be ye not afeard

Replace the word "spirit" with "information" and there's no need to side-step the question of whether spiritual beings are real. There's no need to side-step any questions about spiritual beings, because this approach helps frame some detailed and specific replies.

There's no need to be disappointed, either, the next time you evoke and a misty, wraith-like entity fails to appear. (Although who's to say it won't?)

That feeling of presence, that baleful sense of being stared at from the triangle of art, is a faithful indication that the entity is active and alive.

Personal Demons

This ritual allows a group of practitioners to expose and confront their demons in a controlled setting. It was performed after I realized how constantly critical I am of other people. I found my interior carping so impossible to control that casting it from my mind into a demon seemed the most reasonable means of handling it.

Each participant chooses a personality trait or behavior over which they require more control. They then take some time to personify this entity, by drawing its seal, giving it a name (e.g. 'LOLOTRANON'), visualizing the physical form it takes ('an emaciated bald man wearing glasses with round, black lenses'). Everyone in the group describes their demon, with its powers stated in positive rather than negative terms. For instance, my demon, which manifests needless criticism of others, nevertheless has positive attributes: it is useful for cutting down to size bullies and overbearing authority figures, and for deflating egos in circumstances where this is appropriate. The aim is to harness the demon and employ it intentionally, rather than allowing it to run riot. It is up to each participant whether he or she wishes to reveal to the group the negative aspect from which their demon manifests.

The seal of demons are collected and placed in a pile. About the pile, with black gaffer or duct tape, a triangle is made. At each corner of the triangle a candle is lit. The company evoke their demons into the triangle by holding their breath to the brink of unconsciousness- or by whatever method of gnosis that is preferred.

Once the demons are evoked, the company proceeds to the end of the room where they turn their backs on the triangle of art. Everyone chants at their own pace the following mantra: This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine. Whilst the others keep their backs turned, each person takes a turn to approach the triangle for some quality time with their demon, silently or out loud, as they wish. I took the opportunity to tell my demon it had been cast out from my mind, that now i exercised full control, and that it would no longer be allowed to disparage others unless I willed it.

When everyone has had their turn, the leader of the rite gives the demons license to depart. Banish thoroughly. The triangle is dismantled and everyone retrieves their demon's seal for future summonings. Repeated use of this ritual could form the basis of a group grimoire of personal demons, as an alternative to traditional sources such as The Lesser Key of Solomon. Such a grimoire could prove powerful, since it would be based on the personality traits of group members.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Initiated Interpretation of Ceremonial Magic by H. Sapiens



IT IS LOFTILY amusing to the student of magical literature who is not quite a fool—and rare is such a combination!—to note the criticism directed by the Philistine against the citadel of his science. Truly, since our childhood has ingrained into us not only literal belief in the Bible, but also substantial belief in Alf Laylah wa Laylah [A Thousand and One Nights], and only adolescence can cure us, we are only too liable, in the rush and energy of dawning manhood, to overturn roughly and rashly both these classics, to regard them both on the same level, as interesting documents from the standpoint of folk-lore and anthropology, and as nothing more.

Even when we learn that the Bible, by a profound and minute study of the text, may be forced to yield up Qabalistic arcana of cosmic scope and importance, we are too often slow to apply a similar restorative to the companion volume, even if we are the lucky holders of Burton’s veritable edition.

To me, then, it remains to raise the Alf Laylah wa Laylah into its proper place once more.


I am not concerned to deny the objective reality of all “magical” phenomena; if they are illusions, they are at least as real as many unquestioned facts of daily life; and, if we follow Herbert Spencer, they are at least evidence of some cause [This, incidentally, is perhaps the greatest argument we possess, pushed to its extreme, against the Advaitist1 theories].

Now, this fact is our base. What is the cause of my illusion of seeing a spirit in the triangle of Art?

Every smatterer, every expert in psychology, will answer: “That cause lies in your brain.”

English children (pace the Education Act) are taught that the Universe lies in infinite Space; Hindu children, in the akasa, which is the same thing.

Those Europeans who go a little deeper learn from Fichte,2 that the phenomenal Universe is the creation of the Ego; Hindus, or Europeans studying under Hindu gurus, are told, that by akasa is meant the citakasa. The citakasa is situated in the “Third Eye,” i.e., in the brain. By assuming higher dimensions of space, we can assimilate this fact to Realism; but we have no need to take so much trouble.

This being true for the ordinary Universe, that all sense-impressions are dependent on changes in the brain, [Thought is a secretion of the brain (Weissmann). Consciousness is a function of the brain (Huxley)] we must include illusions, which are after all sense-impressions as much as “realities” are, in the class of “phenomena dependent on brain-changes.”



Magical phenomena, however, come under a special sub-class, since they are willed, and their cause is the series of “real” phenomena, called the operations of ceremonial Magic.

These consist of

(1) Sight.
The circle, square, triangle, vessels, lamps, robes, implements, etc.

(2) Sound.
The invocations.

(3) Smell.
The perfumes.

(4) Taste.
The Sacraments.

(5) Touch.
As under (1).

(6) Mind.
The combination of all these and reflection on their significance.

These unusual impressions (1-5) produce unusual brain-changes; hence their summary (6) is of unusual kind. Its projection back into the apparently phenomenal world is therefore unusual.


Herein then consists the reality of the operations and effects of ceremonial magic, [Apart from its value in obtaining one-pointedness] and I conceive that the apology is ample, as far as the “effects” refer only to those phenomena which appear to the magician himself, the appearance of the spirit, his conversation, possible shocks from imprudence, and so on, even to ecstasy on the one hand, and death or madness on the other.

But can any of the effects described in this our book Goetia be obtained, and if so, can you give a rational explanation of the circumstances? Say you so?

I can, and will.

The spirits of the Goetia are portions of the human brain.

Their seals therefore represent (Mr. Spencer’s projected cube) methods of stimulating or regulating those particular spots (through the eye).

The names of God are vibrations calculated to establish:

(a) General control of the brain. (Establishment of functions relative to the subtle world.)

(b) Control over the brain in detail. (Rank or type of the Spirit.)

(c) Control of one special portion. (Name of the Spirit.)

The perfumes aid this through smell. Usually the perfume will only tend to control a large area; but there is an attribution of perfumes to letters of the alphabet enabling one, by a Qabalistic formula, to spell out the Spirit’s name.

I need not enter into more particular discussion of these points; the intelligent reader can easily fill in what is lacking.


If, then, I say, with Solomon:

”The Spirit Cimieries teaches logic,” what I mean is:

”Those portions of my brain which subserve the logical faculty may be stimulated and developed by following out the processes called ‘The Invocation of Cimieries.’”

And this is a purely materialistic rational statement; it is independent of any objective hierarchy at all. Philosophy has nothing to say; and Science can only suspend judgment, pending a proper and methodical investigation of the facts alleged.

Unfortunately, we cannot stop there. Solomon promises us that we can (1) obtain information; (2) destroy our enemies; (3) understand the voices of nature; (4) obtain treasure; (5) heal diseases, etc. I have taken these five powers at random; considerations of space forbid me to explain all.

(1) Brings up facts from sub-consciousness.

(2) Here we come to an interesting fact. It is curious to note the contrast between the noble means and the apparently vile ends of magical rituals. The latter are disguises for sublime truths. “To destroy our enemies” is to realize the illusion of duality, to excite compassion.

(Ah! Mr. Waite, the world of Magic is a mirror, wherein who sees muck is muck.)

(3) A careful naturalist will understand much from the voices of the animals he has studied long. Even a child knows the difference of a cat’s miauling and purring. The faculty may be greatly developed.

(4) Business capacity may be stimulated.

(5) Abnormal states of the body may be corrected, and the involved tissues brought back to tone, in obedience to currents started from the brain.

So for all other phenomena. There is no effect which is truly and necessarily miraculous.


Our Ceremonial Magic fines down, then, to a series of minute, though of course empirical, physiological experiments, and whoso, will carry them through intelligently need not fear the result.

I have all the health, and treasure, and logic, I need; I have no time to waste. “There is a lion in the way.” For me these practices are useless; but for the benefit of others less fortunate I give them to the world, together with this explanation of, and apology for, them.

I trust that the explanation will enable many students who have hitherto, by a puerile objectivity in their view of the question, obtained no results, to succeed; that the apology may impress upon our scornful men of science that the study of the bacillus should give place to that of the baculum, the little to the great—how great one only realizes when one identifies the wand with the mahalingam, up which Brahma flew at the rate of 84,000 yojanas a second for 84,000 mahakalpas, down which Vishnu flew at the rate of 84,000 croces of yojanas a second for 84,000 crores of mahakalpas—yet neither reached an end.

But I reach an end.


Boleskine House,
Foyers, N.B., July, 1903