The Gates of Hell
Current mood: awake

Here's some of my latest art.  My dear friend Stacie darned a pound of makeup and a sword to make like a nymph of Hell.  She was very willing to let me layer the white mud on and I can't thank her enough for the inspiration.  XXXOOOE
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She is Born

Posid Lost

By: Esthamarelda McNevin

I.

Ishta knew from the moment her labor pains began that Wagahas birth would be seen as ill-fated.  It was the time of day that brought the ocean air quivering up the mountain and drifting into the chambers of the temple house.  The breath of these moments carried the tang of desiccated sea vegetables and gasping fish, writhing and tousled within the harbor nets.  Every afternoon the aroma of souls would ride the salty humidity, bearing up the palatable sea, so that even the perfumed bath halls smelled of Nu.   Such an hour made for disturbing query of the air; what other souls were ridding Ameshet as he swept the ocean with his wings? 

Within the Jade stone birthing chamber two young attendants stood before Ishta.  She sat upon the half sunken birthing chair within the pool of Isis, into which all Priestesses of Poside were born.  As they lifted Wagaha to rest upon her mothers breast the air with in the room grew static. 

Upon those first moments of nativity, the matriarch of the temple house, Natri, had passed through the physical gateway of the cosmos.  Petrified, they watched as a vaporous form of Temple Mother materialized over the birthing chair.  She was suspended in the air before them, held upon the astral by an icy and unfamiliar breeze.  After a moment they discerned that she was in a state of requiem.  Her tears were faint apparitional vapors that were spilling down onto the small body of the child and rolling into the pool of Isis.

I beg you, Ishta pleaded, leave my child be.  I will work her into the light.  I beg you Grandmother, please!

The specter made no response.  Her tears began to form a haze that spread across the surface of the pool of Isis, causing the water to rime and the attendants to tremor in fits of alarm.  

By the law of Love, I command you Natri! She is my child!  Ishta bellowed.  Again, the specter showed no response.  In final defense Ishta opened the magick of her body within the chamber.  Her mind came to rest on the Mother of all life as she opened the centers of light within her body.  Her raw pelvis was illuminated.  The pure light of life moved through her empty womb and into her heart.  Radiant beams of light pulsed out into the water.  They scattered throughout the chamber so that the vapors torrent became broken by slices of interlacing light.  Ishta continued to draw in the energy of the lowest levels of the soil.  She lifted them, further through her throat and her unseen eye; she radiated the energy of the growing, moving, living earth; bathed in the celestial light of life.  She felt the force of life as it coursed through her body; her new born child in her arms, still bound to her womb. The vapors dissipated suddenly and the phantom of Natri vanished from the birthing chambers. 

Within moments of the matriarchs death, the King of Poside had let his long legs find their way to the edge of the pool of Isis.  The shadow of Rashish eclipsed the agitated maidens as they helped Ishta climb the steps of the pool.

She appeared here? he demanded.

She did.  Ishta, put out with force, And now she has gone!

The prophecy is true then?  His blue eyes tore into hers.  There was no answer as she moved toward him.  He reached for her shoulder, Ishta!? 

The room echoed his demand.

She is gone now.  She does not remain with the child.  Her prophecy shows no truth.  Our child shall live!  Istha bore up the body of Wagahah to Rashish. 

His voice softened, She is pleasing.  He said taking her in his arms. His mind traced the fingers of his daughter as her small hands made their way around a plat of his red hair.   

No one beyond this room will ever know that she is by my blood.  The eyes of the King of Poside bound the attendants to his will as they laid claret robes around Ishtas shoulders.  He took the black handled knife from his belt and slid the blade through the cord connecting the mother and her child.  By the law of RA and the Love of Isis, I do accept this child unto the earth.

The two maidens rushed foreword for the child and led the mother through the stone archway as Rashish made his way back to the temple house.

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The Silence of Awakening
Current mood: Death Warmed Over

A hearts drum crescendos,

winded lungs throttle the throat.

Serenity is a perverse riddle amid the detection,

the tawny dew suckled.

The soul naught but a mad vagrant,

thrashing upon the banks of death.

Fighting that fisher of men,

the fleeting swing of his crescent weapon.

Mortality becomes nothing more than a manifest of the absolute,

groping the contamination of the soul.

Lucidity is made merciless upon the refracted light of dawn,

no thing is beyond the silence of awakening.

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Mdm Vint I
Current mood: Gettin Shite Done!

Right then...here are some photos that I took of a classic BETTY who is just one of the very wonderful people who light my life with love and art and revolution, Goddamnit! xxxooo

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Know Thy Self
Current mood: determined

Mirror Working

~Orbis Templum Umbra~

 

 

The Complete Dictionary of Symbols,

Tresidder, Jack  Chronicle Books, San Francisco 2004

 

Entry Title: “Mirror” (p.319-320)

 

Veracity, self-knowledge, sincerity, purity, enlightenment, divination.  A predominantly positive symbol because of its ancient association with light, especially the light of the mirror-like disks of the sun and moon, thought to direct divinity to earth.  Hence the belief that all evil spirits could not abide mirrors and as spirits of darkness had no reflection.

Although mirrors sometimes appear in Western art as disapproving attributes of Pride, Vanity or Lust, they more often symbolize Truth.  The folk wisdom that the mirror never lies:  “You may not go,” Hamlet rages at his mother, “until I set you up a glass where you may see the inmost part of you.”  (Shakespeare’s Hamlet, 3:4;)

The Virgin Mary is sometimes shown holding a mirror as a reference to her untainted chastity and to the Christ Child as the mirror of God.  The mirror, until the late middle ages, was simply a round disc of bronze or silver that was highly polished on one side.  The metallic associations aligned it as the feminine emblem of the Greek Goddess Aphrodite as well as to the Eastern goddess of creation, Ishtar.

The philosophical significance of the mirror as a symbol of the self-examined life is widespread in Asian traditions and particularly important in Japanese myth and religion.  The creator-god Izanagi gave his children a mirror, telling them to kneel and look into it morning and evening until they had shed evil thoughts and passions.  In the Shinto hell, a giant mirror reflects the sins of new arrivals and determines the region of their punishment in ice or fire.  The bronze mirror Yatano-Kagami, kept the isle in Japan’s most important Shinto shrine, symbolizes the sun goddess Amaterasu, who was tempted by a magic mirror to emerge from the cave in which she had hidden her divine light.  The mirror was an imperial solar emblem handed from emperor to emperor.

In both Hinduism and Buddhism it symbolizes the enlightened realization that the phenomenal world is an illusion, a mere reflection.  Yama, the Hindu guardian of the underworld, also uses a mirror to judge the state of a soul’s karma.  The mirror is one of the Eight Auspicious Emblems of Buddhism.  It is a Chinese emblem of sincerity, harmony and marital happiness linked with the magpie.

Almost everywhere, mirrors have been linked with magick and especially with divination because they can reflect past or future events as well as present ones.  Shamans of Central Asia aimed mirrors at the sun or moon in order to read the future.  The mirror can also symbolize a mystic door into a parallel world, as in Lewis Carrol’s, Alice in Wonderland.

The widespread superstition that breaking a mirror brings bad luck is linked with primitive ideas hat a person’s reflection contains part of his or her life force, or a twin soul.  Equally widely, the brightness or dullness of a mirror is an allegory for the state of a person’s soul.  In both Islamic and Christian thought, the human heart is likened to a mirror that reflects God.

 

 

 

Many methods of divination use the notion of seeing beyond the conceptual veil, which is thought to separate the physical world from the astral world of the human psyche.  While most of these techniques are designed to help guide and direct others as well as the self, there are a host of methods that focus specifically upon the individual.  Mirror scrying is one such method and is considered an ancient practice that is designed to generate contact with the soul self.  It involves a series of meditations that are focused on a black reflective object or standard mirror.

 

The occult practices dealing conceptually with aspects of the internal ‘self’ make use of the mirror as a symbolic derivation of the ancient story of Bacchus (Dionysus or Zagreus).  In the later half of the ancient world, Bacchus arose as the son of Jupiter and was celebrated as an emboldened child-God.  His adolescent pride and virility afforded him a good deal of immunity within the ancient pantheon.  Along with housing the progressively chaotic energy of inexperienced ego, Bacchus was the artful adversary of the older and more powerful Gods, the Titans. 

 

Very much in following with the ancient symbolism of pubertal rebellion, the adolescent Bacchus was destined to topple the structure of the ancient world.  Within that structure, the Titans were the original deities of the earth plane.  Having ruled and manifested all of the energies of the cosmos, the Titans were the elders of a dying tradition based on agricultural hierarchy and the advent of tribal integration.

 

According to Western oral and mystic traditions, the Ancient notion of cosmic history accounted the precise moment that physical matter began to unite with the ethereal or astral space.  This is given symbolic associations through the procreation mythos of Gaia and her son/husband Ouranos.  This account of creation utilized the forces of each Titan as a child element within that conception structure; they were believed to be the energetic occurrence that generated the physical forces and thus the cosmos.

 

The original Titans of the ancient Greco/Roman world propagated the generation of Olympians, or Demiurgus, that would deliver global trade and urbanization to humanity.  To insure that the Titans would always rule the earth, the Demiurgus were created with limited abilities.  Their mythos tells that as the ancient powers of this world shifted, the Titans were no longer ethical in their rule of the cosmos.  They became insatiable and were challenged by the Demiurgus, in an insurrection within the structure of their pantheon. 

 

The Titans came to understand that the Demiurgus were plotting for control of the cosmos.  It was a cause for much concern; if the younger Gods could unite, there was a possibility that they could be as powerful as the Titans.  The insurrection was led by the bold Jupiter.  It was his father, the Titan Kronos, who bore the brunt of the rebellion, as he was castrated and slain by his son in revolution against the Ancient ways. 

 

From an allegorical perspective, it is believed that this is the spark of the esoteric evolution that led to the mythic creation of the earth plane.  This fraction in ideology is anthropologically explained as a generational leap in pantheistic leadership.  The Titans were the old gods and the courts of Jupiter were the new.  The new ideas of the era were focused on the fundamental provisions of social order and balance.  They necessitated patriarchal regulation, peace and the development of standard laws beyond those of the matriarchal structures of the ancient world.  

 

Bacchus, in so many ways, personified the vigor of a new Aeon.  He was the emblem of the possible and the very pretence of individual greatness.  Destiny had placed Bacchus in a patriarchal line for control of the ancient cosmos.  He was the first of a new generation of Olympians and he symbolically epitomized all of the hopes and powers of the new pantheon.  In an effort to thwart this regain of the Demiurgus, the Titans constructed a golden mirror of illusion that was born of all the powers and realms of Hesiod, which they ruled. 

 

With the potency of their will they enchanted the device so that Bacchus would become spellbound and thus, lose himself to the world of illusion.  Upon first looking into the mirror, Bacchus saw his eternal form. It appeared greater than any god known to exist.  He immediately fell in love with the mirror of Erised and slowly, it became his life and his world.

 

When the Titans believed that Bacchus was taken by the mirror they captured him and made a plan to absorb his powers.  To insure that he could never be brought back to life they first dismembered him and then boiled his body as a symbol of his submersion in the material universe.  They then roasted Bacchus to assimilate the ascension of the spiritual essence from the physical form.  Satisfied in their trickery, they consumed his flesh.  However, the Goddess Pallas/Minerva became aware of the plot and thwarted the injustice by making off with the heart of Bacchus; the only bit she needed to restore him fully to life, according to the mythos of the time.  It should be noted that, symbolically, the heart is viewed as the central core of the body and such expansive symbolism is well employed here.

 

In swift vengeance, Jupiter threw thunderbolts at the Titans of Hesiod, and thus slough them to ash.  From this ash he created the human race.  Western creationism accounts that we are the flesh of the Titans and because they had consumed the flesh of Bacchus, we are also of the flesh of Bacchus and are therefore the children of the Gods.  Humanity houses an aspect of deity within, which is perpetuated in the western mysteries as the continual spark of cosmic existence.

 

In light of this, Bacchus is characterized by the notion of paradox and is both the good and bad aspects of youthful or initiatory possibility.  The mirror is generally associated with the multiple refractions of the cosmic self; this includes all the possibilities of the soul self in its most humble, as well as its most grand fractions.  Bacchus has symbolic associations with the human self because it is from his flesh that we come into being.  He is an emblematic representation of self-delusion and his mythos catalogues the subsequent danger humanity faces when there is no self-willing awareness within the shared plane of reality.  Such a lack of consciousness can entrench one in the toil of illusion.

 

Within each of us, Bacchus exists within the idea of spiritual precision or balance.  We as a species are aware that we must actively work beyond the physical ego in order to discern the salvation of any discipline structure, religious or otherwise.  In that respect, one may only discover true immutable will of the self by facing the multiple layers of the cosmic self without fear, hesitation or loss of awareness.  These layers contain the endless desires and failures of our physical ego and they represent a structure of secondary laws which we have submitted our cosmic freedoms to.  Magick of this sort is designed to place one in a calm and secure environment, to draw out personal energy within the circle and to call up the fabric of communion from all layers and planes of time.  It is designed to help one learn a series of practices that may very well further the state of individual awareness.  Using conceptual introduction to the internal process of the occult, the individual is acquainted with the manifestation of the knowledge of the central self.

 

There are two options in esoteric studies.  One can take control of the space around them and release all fears to the self-empowerment of accountability, or one can pitch all these efforts into ego and become ruled by that which they fear.  Whatever the case, fear will fail the initiate every time in magick. The longer one practices in such a state, the more of a liability they become.  Not every soul can handle this information of ‘self’ and continue to emotionally cope with physical existence.

 

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Now is the Time; Now is the Hour
Current mood: Death Lust
Category: Death Lust Religion and Philosophy

Now is the season of all decay, when the earth breaths the last of the summer heat, spiraling the leaves to death and the winds to frost.  All the layers of reality shift and the veil thins as mist. 

 

This is the flutter of liberation.  The letting go of those things which bring unspeakable pain; it is an intended exhale as the sorrow sacrifice of the dying season.  With this release the last lingering strength of the Sun is invoked to help warm and illuminate the long dark days in winter’s tomb.

 

It is Samhain.  As our ancestors once laid judge of their herd to slaughter; we too drink all the life in, as this autumnal death tosses us into contemplation.  The bonfires of olde took and roasted life for a last feast of warmth, release from a winter that could not be survived.  It is the final celebration of all that we have harvested in the bounty times of the Sun.  It eats the fruits of our labors, spitting out its warmth and leaving flesh and bone to pry.

 

And all this is wrapped in the mist of the earth as her veil draws back the astral boundaries and sends the thin air into the rapture of spirited activity.

Like a fine perfume gone sour, accountability lingers in the cost, the seeds both good and bad which we have laid into the earth to manifest. 

 

It is the hour of the reaper and his sickle, the spirals of fatality with which he weaves life anew.  It is he that weights our choices and brings truth to bare upon us.  For in his vestige he knows the wicked and the rapture as one and his scales measure the karma of all. Blessed is the darkness that keeps him.

 

The moving shadows, playing soft and violent in their astral void awaken and herald the fires return to earth as the Sun fades and the Bon light lets us drink the God in.  In hell bent lust, let us light our own in sacrifice and hope; let us live in death for but awhile, amongst all those souls we pretend against.  Let them a feast of laughter and of sorrow as their hour comes to call us home.

 

In Love and Darkness

Merry Samhain

Blessed Be

 

 

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*Iaowana*

When all the lands were held together by the frozen nymphs, Iaowana’s mother traveled the earth.  She met many tribes and peoples along her path but belonged to none of them.  When she came to the White continent, she met a strong male of the tribe of Light and she mated herself with him.  The people of the tribe, untrusting of outsiders, did not like this and so they made a vote and expelled Basta.  With Iaowana growing inside of her she came to travel the earth again. 

On a bleak and fated day, Basta’s path and that of a darker soul came to cross.  In the fray the thief took her life.  As her body leached its ruby fluid into the earth she called out to the energies of the world.  She pleaded that the great forces would take her child and let that being know a life of tribe.  In that hour, as the Olde Ones willed it, the only ears that heard these cries, belonged to the great mother of Death, the old Vulture Mapu.

Driven by compassion, the guardian of the gateways of eternity came to sit at the side of the wretched woman.  She sank her great talons into the soft belly and pulled the living body of Iaowana from the dead Basta.  Mapu took the infant to her nest, to coo with her own young, a female Ibozwek and a male Igozwek.  As Mapu fed the children the regurgitated flesh of Basta, they learned to feed on the energy of death and to transmutate it.  They came to know the life power in death and Iaowana became unnaturally strong.  As she grew, the power of her mother’s flesh infused Iaowana with great magick.  She cleaved to her terrestrial powers and made them her own.  Ibozwek and Igozwek used their vulture magick to help and protect their wingless sister. 

After a time, it came to be that Mapu was wakened by age.  In the very hour of her flaccidity, she bestowed her immense powers of death, not to her own children but to Iaowana.  Honoring her pact with Basta she invoked into Iaowana the embodiment of the void.  These energies were so great that Iaowana became a newborn goddess of death and in Mapu’s last breath she offered forth her precious children as the guardians of Iaowana and so bound them all with the eternity of tribe.

So it was, upon the edge of the white lands, where the angry fingers of Poseidon crashed against the rocks of the Temple Mount, that Iaowana and her tribe of vultures came to know the people of the light.  It was there that Iaowana learned to master the energy of death.  Her vultures became unbound by earth or sky, able to assume any form.  When the God of the sea drew back his wrath, the tribe of Iaowana would lay feast upon the lands of men.

Now it came to pass, when many had acquainted the people of the Light with the power of Iaowana that a system born upon prayer was set down in her honor.  The black crags of Poseid became a place of worship and of death, where the many generations of vultures would consume and relieve the living.  It was the earth temple of Iaowana, where souls were ushered through the window of the void and it was were Iaowana became immortal in her vestige, the power of the universe ever filling and charging her tribe into infinity.

Fin

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)666(ALEISTER CROWLEY 101)666(
Current mood: OMMMMmmmmmmm

The life of Aleister Crowley is a wild tale of youth, ego and magick. This notable magician’s personality was so intense that many people who knew or met Aleister couldn’t keep up with him. His addictions to magick and drug-induced trance sessions attracted much attention and resulted in a reputation as ‘the wickedest man in the world,” at least according to the British press. The truth of his literary and esoteric work, however, leaves one in a lurch of enlightenment concerning the origins of modern Western Magick.

Aleister Crowley was a realist, despite his own personal issues with the idealization of ego. He was human enough to have his own over-obsessive faults and categorical weaknesses. Aleister went through times in his life where he was the first to point these out or to punish himself for his weak existence. During other times, however, his ego would attempt to overcompensate for his insecurities and without question he ruled those around him.

It is imperative to understand that Crowley was an exceptionally intelligent and charismatic person. His ability to fill a room with his energy was, in and of itself, intoxicating. He ruled whatever astral territory stood round him. His love of travel and mountaineering led him all over the world and in the process he absorbed many global meditation and spiritual practices.
Beyond anything he was dedicated to intellectual-based spiritual studies.

Having grown up under the force and oppression of stanch Quaker parents, he detested the practice of “blind faith.” Crowley was drawn quickly to the study of global cultures and traveled the world at a time when that wasn’t exactly common. He studied the Vedas from a real Hindu Guru, Islam from a Sufi, and he met with Hermetic Jews to discuss the Kabala.  He went to the direct source of as many religions as he could, as often as he could, sometimes interviewing or studying under various clergy for months on end. Crowley was captivated by the discovery of the unifying factors in all spiritual practices.

His controversial addiction to heroin opened many spiritual levels unto him. Crowley knew and studied the esoteric properties of drugs and believed that they could be used to separate the ego from the physical plane and thus establish the power of divinity within the self. He admitted that the hardest aspect of esoteric drug use was the mastery of balance. By the end of his life, heroin had become a necessity that, on more than one occasion, revealed a monstrous aspect of Crowley’s inner ego.

The large body of literature which he has left catalogues our major global spiritual practices in a unionized esoterica. Crowley’s exploration of yoga, the I-Ching, Tantra, Hermeticism, Islam and Buddhism generated information that has been instrumental in developing modern Western magickal practices. More than any other Western occultist, Crowley formulated rituals that used global concepts of energy manipulation and magickal ceremonialism.

His attraction to the mathematical qualities of science enabled Aleister Crowley to use rational thought and skepticism as a form of check and balance for his spiritual practices. While this method wasn’t without bias, it did in fact lend large amounts of rational proof for his esoteric practices. In his own time, he was rarely appreciated as the spiritual pioneer of modern Western occultism. Many of his texts received little to no acclaim or were black-listed for anti-social content or immoral suggestions.

While his literary talent went largely unnoticed, Aleister believed himself to be in tune with a higher form of spirit. His constant vigilance towards spiritual synchronicities led him to write numerous texts while in the presence of a greater force, which he called Aiwass. Many of these texts were highly scrutinized and today suffer bastardization through their fragmented, and poorly researched use in anti-Christian sects like Satanism.

“Love is the Law” Is one of the most misquoted and misinterpreted stanzas in Crowley’s The Book of the Law or Liber AL vel Legis. Crowley was obsessed with esoteric code and language. If one was not meant to know something, he made damn sure that they wouldn’t be able to solve his equations or codes. He worked magickally on all of his texts during retreats of addictive esoterica which he referred to as “retirements.” The magickal nature of their creation insured that all of Crowley’s works have a life and energy of their own. The man used magick like other people use water, which is to say that he bathed himself in it!

The proper line is ”Love is the Law, Love under Will. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.” (Crowley, Liber AL vel Legis)

Crowley himself explains, “This means that each of us stars is to move on our true orbit, as marked out by the nature of our position, the law of our growth, the impulse of our past experiences. All events are equally lawful of us, in theory; but in practice, only one act is lawful for each one of us at any given moment. Therefore Duty consists in determining to experience the right event from one moment of consciousness to another.” (Crowley, Liber AL vel Legis)

Crowley wrote this while in communion with Aiwass, his greater spirit of awareness. He also wrote it at a time when the language he was using was given more power. For example “Will” does not refer to want or desire but rather to intrinsic destiny.

Love, in Crowley’s equation, consists of Perfect love and Perfect trust. Perfection is obtained through freely giving these without cause or expectation. It is only given the position under Will because Will truly means destiny; no love, no matter how great, can out strip destiny. Humanity has devoted so many love stories and poems to this very truth (yet another way truth is hidden in symbolism).

So if one is to do as they Will, it is not simply to pursue desire or chaos. For Crowley explains that all events are equally lawful of us. This means that no one thing creates us. No one thing determines our Will. For example, it’s not okay to be a criminal just because one is from a bad neighborhood. It’s not okay to abuse your children because you yourself were abused. We are not made by any one event or circumstance, not by any human condition because Free Will is entirely ours to control or let sway. But, we give into those personal choices as absolute law rather than equal law. We believe that our position, growth and experience create us entirely but in truth they only create a perspective for us; as we are all, each of us, eternal in nature. “Every man and every woman is a star.” (Crowley, Liber AL vel Legis)

So, true Will can not be directed solely by any one of those elements but must be held equally by them all at the same moment. In doing so we experience consciousness and find balance in the discovery of true Will. Crowley believed that it is from this point that we are truly able to see all the nuances of reality.

Many misdirected students of occultism use these phrases to justify behaviors that might be seen as rebellious because Crowley himself was so damn persistent in his exploits of ego. But, the truth of his work was in his balance of research and this is the key to all life, the big picture looks a hell of a lot different than the pixel. The Ordo Templi Orientis or O.T.O is the organization that currently holds rights to nearly all of Crowley’s work.
The O.T.O. recognizes Crowley’s wisdom as the cornerstone of their esoteric traditions and they take accusations of Satanism very seriously. They’ve gone as far as suing for defamation of character. Like all true students of Aleister Crowley, they believe that deities exist beyond human dogma and that any use or mention that Crowley makes of Satan is in parallel reference to the Mesopotamian deity Shaitan. The Christian use of this name is recognized as a bastardization that insults many pagan deities while only using the name of one. The concept of Satan that many people know and accept simply did not exist to Aleister Crowley.
Crowley believed that our direction need not be inhibited by dogma. We are born out of the chaos of existence because society is designed to teach us physical survival. At present we base that survival on the fear of that which is different from ourselves and so there are millions of conformities that we make for safety’s sake. These are compromises of the Self to some degree because they inhibit the individual star by imposing secondary laws which are then forced upon the individual’s own Will, wither they like it or not. This is an instinct pattern that is already becoming less necessary as the global tribe arises across the planet. We are all part of a generation that is ready to facet spiritual change.

So our Duty to experience each moment in a state of consciousness means that we should all be aware in each moment, of all the truths and reactions and events occurring all around us. This means that we must be mindful not only of how we affect others but how they impact us as well. We must strive for consciousness in all aspects of life, (in every single event), having taken into consideration our own desire for progression and the absolute Will of the Self.

Within this philosophical structure the Will of the individual is a complicated destiny, not generally privy to practitioners for years. It takes careful meditation and many years of youthful experience before one can separate enough from society to see the bigger picture. Many who try float around or away from family and community and become lost. This is why society and the Muggle world are necessary, they educate us on survival. We hate it that they do this through conformity and this why so many younger subculture kids are becoming parents; they are proving that it can be done other ways. We are not all Judeo-Christian, no matter what the TV says!!

Crowley’s theory holds that once we are developed and secure in every aspect of the spiritual experience, we will each discover the larger picture of our lives and the restrictions of society will have no control over us, should those restrictions impede our personal Will.

While his life was a rollercoaster of drug-induced visions and public scrutiny, Aleister Crowley was in fact just a man in search of answers which his parents’ religion did not provide. His research and scientific theories are the foundations for many spiritual systems in the West including O.T.O., Scientology, Wicca, and the modern occult. His faults, sinister as they may seem to some, were the reactions of a man shunted for intelligence and feared for ability. The breath of his life was never for a moment wasted but continually directed in the pursuit of spiritual attunement and exploration. All Pagan roads cross him at one point and, to be perfectly honest, only the ignorant or idealistic deny his worth entirely.
Aleister Crowley’s only book as a child was the Holy Bible. He hated dogma and religious pretension. In order to read and understand his wisdom one must let go, as Crowley himself did, of the idea of evil, the idea of judgment, the idea of law because these are created by man and can be manipulated by him to serve his own Will rather than that of Truth. Everything we know about evil is wrong because it is not black, and it does not stalk us in lust of dissemination. These are Crowley’s realities after having lived his life in the study of all religious practices. Those who judge him as evil have not explored for themselves the depths of Crowley’s writing and if that isn’t enough to make you question those judgments then know that in all times, throughout history, our own perspective so often skews reality that we believe abominable falsities such as the earth is flat, or that it is the center of the Universe. In truth, we are never as limited or as important as we believe ourselves to be.
Love is the Law.

Article sourcebook: Crowley, Aleister. Magick, Book Four (Liber Aba). Boston, MA: Weiser books, 1998

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Calling Forth Luna
Current mood: Bats in the Belfry

Hollow that spot where you keep your lies,

Spill it out before me like a vomited meal

Bitter and reminiscent

Weave your will beneath the stars of me

Naked as a Jay

Invoke the power of my light

Let the rod fatten you

Until you pop with normality

Or let the circle bind you

Until you awaken unto all life.

Know me in my ways

As the spider upon the web

Pillage every idea of me

Until you know truth.

Make your own scripture then

Like hands upon your own flesh

Arouse the Goddess in you

Will me out beyond your sin

And Quake unto me.

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~~Yerba Mate~~

Yerba Mate can be found in any herbal or health foods store, even speciality tea and coffee shops carry the popular drink now. There are a million varieties of loose leaf mate, everything from lemon verbena flavor to dark chocolate but the straight stuff works the best. Yerba Mate is actually derived from the Ilex paraguariensis; a tree native to South America cultivated for mate in Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay. The dried leaves and stems of the tree have been used for tonics much longer than coffee beans have. Mate contains 196 active nutrients and amino acids. It’s packed with vitamin C and the benefits of Mate are more nutritious and wholesome than coffee.

Mate reduces blood pressure by improving circulation and helps to stimulate the nervous system. It also acts to build the immune system and helps the body to process and absorb nutrients more actively. Mate has a light serotonin pick-me-up that is akin to that of St. John’s wort. The effect is a mild giddiness or upbeat attitude. The caffeine content alone is intense, twice that of tea when brewed light and the effects of mate can last up to five times longer than coffee.

The traditional way to sip mate is via gourd. The natural mug is filled to the brim with ground mate and is allowed to steep upwards of 15 minutes, for the full properties of the plant to be released. The bitter rewards are suckled through special mate straws, which include decorative handles and filters. The traditional method leaves one with a much higher dose of caffeine, about twice as much as a cup of coffee!

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