אומנות הכאוס וגלגל השנה – סגול

בעוד כמה ימים נחגוג את בלטיין, החגיגה הטנטרית של הטבע. קונדליני מתעוררת ואיתה גאיה עמוסה בניצני פריחה ותפרחות בשלל צבעים, בעיקר גוונים של סגול. 

חרקים, חיות ואדם כאחד, זוחלים מהכוכים שלהם משפשפים את העיניים מותחים את הגפיים ויוצאים במחול חיזור סוער וחושני  ( טוב נו קצת הגזמתי, אבל אתם יודעים למה אני מתכוונת) יש משהו כזה מתוק באוויר, הזמנה רשמית מגאיה למסיבת טבע.

בהזמנה כתוב:

קוד לבוש – סגול

מומלץ לבוא יחפים ולהביא ענבים

הוא כבר הגיע לכאן

פאן.

נתראה בקרוב מאוד

גאיה.

פאן הוא המאהב של גאיה, הנשמה שלה, החיים שלה.

הוא מגיע פעם בשנה בעונה הזו ויוצא איתה בריקוד מושחת.

מנשק כל עלה ופרח בגופה הרדום. רוקד, בועט, מקפץ ורוקע בין ערוציה, מנתב זירמתו במיסתורי  נקיקיה 

בלטיין הוא המועד בו אנו חוגגים את התשוקה, התאווה, את הפיריון, או במילה אחת קטנה גדולה- סקס.

ואיך כל זה מתקשר לצבע הסגול?

אמר רבינו אליסטר קרואולי (סולם המלך, עמודה XV, הקבלה של קרואולי):

“הצבע הסגול הוא ההגמון, הבישופ של הצבעים, הוא משלב בתוכו את האדום של הדם ואת הכחול של השמיים”.

“הצבע הסגול מסמל תדר שהוא גם רוחני וגם אירוטי כאחד, זהו התדר הכי אינטנסיבי ועוצמתי בכל התדרים גם של הנפש וגם של הנשמה.”

קרואולי משתמש בצבע הסגול כמוטיב אירוטי -רוחני כדי להעביר את המסר האיזוטרי בטקסים ופולחן ת’למה.

מידי פעם הוא נהג להתהדר בכינוי “הכומר הסגול”.

דוגמא קלאסית לשימוש בצבע הסגול בכתיבה של קרואולי – מתוך ליבר אל (ספר החוק) פסקה 61 לקראת הסוף:

“אני אוהבת אותך! אני משתוקקת אליך! חיוור או סגול, מצועף או חושני, אני אשר כולי תענוג סגול ושיכרון חושים, חושקת בך. פרוש כנפיך ועורר את הפאר המתפתל בתוכך: בוא אלי!

הפסקה הבאה מתוך ההמנון לפאן:

סגול התפילה הנלהבת

הוטבל במקדש ארגמן,

חשוף ונחשק,

נשמתך יוקדת 

עין כחולה צופה

באקסטזה שלך 

מחלחלת”

אז איפה היינו?

את פולחן האביב חגגו כנראה מאז ומעולם, בעולם המערבי -באירופה בפרט יחגג הראשון במאי בריקודים ופיזוזים סביב ה -MAYPOLE (עמוד מאי) המסמל את האנרגיה הפאלית והלינגאם. העמוד מקושט בפרחים המסמלים את ניצני הפריון ואנרגית היוני.

ככל שמתקרבים לאיזורינו, בייחוד באיזור אגן הים התיכון ויוון, חגיגות פולחן האביב מרוכזות יותר סביב פולחן האל פאן.

לא יודעת מה אתכם אבל אני יודעת סביב איזה עמוד הייתי מעדיפה לפזז...

כמו שהבנתם, אומנות הכאוס מציעה את הדרך להתחבר לאנרגיה של בלטיין, לטבע ולאמא אדמה דרך העלאת התדר הסגול.

הדרך הכי קלה ובסיסית להתחבר לתדר הסגול הוא ביצירת אלתר סגול. פשר ללבוש משהו סגול ולאכול מאכלים סגולים.

 את חגיגות הבלטיין שלנו נתחיל באמבט טקסי שיעלה לנו את תדר הכישוף הסגול. 

התכונות של המים מאפשרות לנו ניקוי וטבילה רוחנית שתמיד רצויה ומומלצת לפני פעילות מאגית.

בלטיין – טקס אמבטיה

הכינו את חדר האמבטיה כמו שאתם מכינים את המרחב הטקסי שלכם, פרחים, נרות, מוזיקה,  אלתר סגול, כל מה שעולה על דעתכם שיתאים לטקס באמבטיה.

הכינו את תערובת השמנים לאמבט והניחו אותה על האלתר.

מלאו את האמבטיה במים בטמפרטורה שתהיה נעימה ונוחה לכם – מומלץ לשבת באמבט השמנים לפחות 15 דקות. כשהאמבטיה מלאה, הוסיפו את תערובת השמנים למים וערבבו אותם לתוך המים כשאתם “מציירים” בתוך המים את סמל האינסוף. זה הזמן להגיד את כוונותיכם, תפילותיכם, להציע את מנחתכם – הגוף שלכם – למים ולשמנים שיפתחו לכם את הפורטל ויחברו אתכם לתדר הסגול.

זה הזמן לשים קצת מוזיקה או הקלטה של דמיון מודרך או מנטרה. אני בדרך כלל מקליטה מראש את המנטרה שאני רוצה לצלול לתוכה באמבטיה, להעלאת התדר הסגול אקשיב למנטרה הבאה לעורר את האלה קונדליני.

Om Hreem Kleem Shreem Yam Ram Lam Sham Dam Vam Tam 

הכנסו למים ושכבו בנוח, עצמו את עיניכם והקשיבו למנטרה או למוזיקה שבחרתם.

15 דקות זה בדרך כלל הזמן שלוקח לגוף שלנו להגיע לרגיעה כללית שמאפשר לתערובת השמנים לפעול את קסמה על התודעה שלנו.

לאחר צאתכם מהאמבטיה, המהדרין ילבשו בגדים סגולים כל השאר ילבשו מה שבא להם.

נמשיך בטקס בלטיין בקריאה לפאן שיבוא ויעיר ויעטוף אותנו באנרגיה הפראית שלו אנרגיה של אביב וטבע מתעורר משנת חורף ארוכה.

ראפ לפאן

בתאוות אור קסומה, 

הו גבר!

איש שלי!

בוא וצא בסערה מהלילה 

של פאן! יו פאן! 

יו פאן! יו פאן! 

בוא וצא 

משאמבלה וגן עדן! 

משוטט כמו בכחוס, 

עם שומרים ובנות לוויה, 

זכרות נוקשה על אתון לבנה, 

בוא וצא מהים 

ובוא אלי, אליי!

בוא עם כוהנת בשמלת כלה (פיתונית ורועה) 

בוא עם ארטמיס,

בנעלי משי

ששטפה את ירכך הלבנה, 

אלוהים יפהפה, 

בקרחת היער, 

על הלוטוס דרכת, 

בלשונך המוזהבת 

אותי ברכת 

סגול התפילה הנלהבת

הוטבל במקדש ארגמן,

חשוף ונחשק,

נשמתך יוקדת 

עין כחולה צופה

באקסטזה שלך 

מחלחלת

בסבך החורש העתיק

העץ והחי 

עם רוח ונפש, גוף ושכל – 

בוא מעל הים, 

יו פאן! יו פאן!

שטן או אל, 

אליי, אליי, 

שלי! שלי!

האיש שלי! האיש שלי! 

בוא עם חצוצרות  

מעל הגבעה! 

בוא עם תופים רועמים 

מהאביב! 

בוא עם חליל ובוא עם מקטרת! 

האם אני כבר בשל? 

אני, שמחכה רועד ונאבק 

עם נשימה מפרפרת

שלא מוצאת את הדרך 

ליישב את גופי, 

עייפה מחיבוק ריק, 

חזקה כמו אריה 

חלקה כנחש – 

בואי, בוא! 

אני קהה 

מתאוות השטן 

הבודדת. 

דחוף את החרב דרך כבלי הברזל, 

זולל-כל, בורא כל; 

תן לי את אות 

העין הפקוחה, 

ואת הסימן שעוררה 

ירך התשוקה

ואת מילת הטירוף והמסתורין, 

הו פאן! יו פאן! 

יו פאן! יו פאן פאן! פאן פאן! פאן, 

אני האהבה 

עשה בי כרצונך, כפי שהאל

הגדול יכול

הו פאן! יו פאן! 

יו פאן! יו פאן פאן! 

אני מתעורר אוחז בנחש. 

במקור ובטופר הנשרים חותכים; 

האלים נסוגים 

החיות באות. 

יו פאן! 

נולדתי לבוא ולמות על הקרן  

 של חד הקרן.

אני פאן! יו פאן! 

יו פאן פאן! פאן! 

אני בן זוגך, אני האחד שלך, 

עז מצאנך 

אני זהב, 

אני אלוהיך, 

בשר לעצמותיך, 

פרח למטיך. 

עם פרסות פלדה אני מקפץ 

על סלעים 

מזריחת השמש  ביום המפנה

ועד ליום השוויון. 

ואני משתולל; ואני מיילל ואני קורע 

ואני הנצח, עולם ללא סוף, 

אחוז דיבוק מלא בסודות, 

אישה, גבר, בכוח של פאן. 

יו פאן! יו פאן פאן! פאן! יו פאן!

(תרגום חופשי מבוסס על ההמנון לפאן מאת אליסטר קרואולי) 

אם אתם בזוגיות, מניחה שהחגיגות ימשכו באופן ספונטני ומסויים, אם אתם בחברותא מסיבת הוללות  “עד דלא ידע” של שיכרון חושים או טראנס עמוק יעלו את האנרגיה של פאן ויחברו אתכם לתדר הסגול הזה שמסביב. בלטיין יצא ממש קרוב לל”ג בעומר השנה אז אפשר לחגוג מסביב למדורה רק לא לשכוח לשים לב לחיות ולסביבה.

כמו מטה לאל וגביע לאלה

כשמש לירח ושמים לארץ, כמו שאהבה היא לאהוב,

הברכה תבוא לחוגגים יחדיו

תערובת שמנים לאמבטית בלטיין:

בקערה קטנה ערבבו:

1 כף מלח ים או הימלאיה

3-5 טיפות של פטצ’ולי

4 טיפות ילאנג ילאנג

2-3 טיפות יסמין

5 טיפות ברגמוט / מנדרינה / לימון

אופציה שניה

במידה ואתם יכולים להשיג שמן רוטווה  (Ruthvah oil) ערבבו בכף מלח 3-5 טיפות של השמן (הריח מאוד דומיננטי לא הייתי ממליצה לשים יותר ולא רואה טעם לערבב אותו עם שמנים אחרים כי יאפיל עליהם).

אופציה שלישית

במידה ואין לכם גישה לאמבטיה אפשר לעשות את אותה התערובת בבקבוקון קטן 30- 50 מל. למלא את הבקבוקון בערך שני שליש גובה, בשמן שקדים או שמן צמחי אחר לבחירתכם ואז לטפטף את אותו מספר הטיפות שבמתכון המקורי (ללא המלח כמובן). את השמן תמרחו על עצמכם בנקודות משיחה סימבוליות- העין השלישית, צוואר, לב, סולאר פלקסוס וכפות הרגליים.

אופציה רביעית

למי שאין אפשרות לאמבטיה ו או לשמנים אתריים אפשר להשתמש בקטורת יסמין, ורד, סנדלווד, פטצולי או וניל או כל קטורת שיש בהישג ידכם. הדליקו את הקטורת ועטפו את גופכם וההילה שלכם בעשן הקטורת.

נתראה ביום ההיפוך הקייצי לקסם צהוב

Horus’s Protection

Horus’s protection is that of Him in the Sun-Disk, who lights the Two Lands with the light of his eyes-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of Nut’s oldest son, who regulates the conduct of what is and what isn’t-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of that great Traveller, who goes around the Two Lands at twilight-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the Lion in the night, who sails at the front of the sunset mountain-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the great hidden Ram, who goes around through his sacred eyes-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the great Falcon, who hovers in the sky, earth, and the Netherworld-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the great worthy Scarab, who flies in Nut-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the secret Corpse in his shape of one who is in his sarcophagus-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the Netherworlder of the Two Lands, who goes around in the above, with secret features-and the protection of the afflicted as well.
Horus’s protection is that of the divine Phoenix, who climbs through his sacred eyes-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of his own body, with the magic of his mother Isis protecting it-
(and the protection of the afflicted as well).

Horus’s protection is that of the identities of his father in his cult in the nomes-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of the mourning of his mother and the cries of his brother-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

Horus’s protection is that of his own identity, which the gods serve by helping him-
and the protection of the afflicted as well.

“Awaken, Horus! Your protection is established. You should make the heart of your mother happy. Horus’s voice will lift up hearts when he has calmed her who was worried. Let your hearts be glad, you who are in Nut (the sky), for Horus has avenged his father.

 

 

Translated from Metternich Stela by A H Allen 

Originally uttered as the protection spell for Horus among the crocodiles, makes a good invocation of the power of Horus in any appropriate context

Amduat: The Great Awakening

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By guest Blogger Diana Kreikamp

The ancient Egyptian Amduat is an important funeral text with twelve illustrations from Egyptian antiquity that describes the journey after life.

The Amduat tells the story of the Sungod Râ as he travels through the twelve hours of the night. At the end of the day the sun has lost his power to shine. Aged and exhausted Râ sinks beneath the horizon of the West. The sun has died and the world becomes shrouded in darkness. Then, twelve hours later, the sun arises again from the horizon of the East. Râ is reborn and his renewed appearance returns the light to the world. Thus, Râ has transformed death into a new life.

The extraordinary thing about the Amduat is the fact that the transformation process of the death and subsequent rebirth of Râ, has been described and depicted in twelve phases, or hours. The Amduat sends a clear message that death isn’t the end. Death is simply a transition from the old into a new phase; a new life. This grants men insight and trust in the mysteries surrounding death. It is clear that the Amduat is so much more than a simple mythical story telling the nightly voyage of the sun.

The Duat

The word Amduat means; “Book of the Hidden Chambre”. The word can also be translated as “What is in the Duat”. When a person dies, their soul goes to an area known as the Duat. After sundown, the Sungod Râ disappears in the Duat to start his journey through the First Hour of the night. The Sungod sails on a river through this nightly landscape on his boat. There are various Gods and animals standing on both sides of this river to support Râ during his journey. However, there also are creatures there intending to destroy Râ.

Every hour is inhabited by different beings and has a different landscape. For example, one such hour is dominated by a dry dessert whereas another one contains an abundance of water. The twelve hour journey proves to be full of challenges. Râ has to brave many counteracting forces to eventually become reborn at the end of the Twelfth Hour in the Eastern horizon.

Universal journey

To understand the ancient symbolical language of the Amduat, I completed many years of research and translated various old hieroglyphic texts anew to properly understand the underlying message. During ten years I meditated daily using the texts and images of the Amduat. The Egyptian heritage centers on spirituality and goes far beyond the layer of rational thinking. Back then, life was about making contact with the Divine through worship and servitude of the Gods in the many temples.

Meditation exceeds rational thinking and allows you to descend into the dimension beyond the visible and tangible earthly life. You connect with a different layer of knowledge that lies deep within the sub consciousness. In doing so, I discovered that the nightly voyage of the Sungod is a symbolical reference to the universal journey of mankind.

Raising awareness

The sun, or the light, is the symbol of consciousness and of the higher aspect of oneself. On a more profound layer, the journey through the Duat is a voyage that makes one aware of his True Self. The Duat symbolises our inner world, or our sub consciousness. In order to become aware of it, we have to descend into our inner world. The knowledge we gain while there, can be brought up so we can reflect it to the knowledge in the world outside of ourselves. The reflection of two opposites gifts us a reference and allows our consciousness to expand, or our awareness to rise.

During our lives, we develop ourselves as a child into adulthood, which makes our consciousness grow naturally. Each time, old perspectives and convictions are let go to make place for a renewed vision and consciousness. This makes us grow and become more aware of who we are and our place in the world.

However, there lies the paradox since this natural process of becoming aware usually happens unconsciously. Most people live their lives without knowing exactly who they are. The connection with the true core, or their Higher Self, is on a subconscious level. Every human being has to follow their own path. When we are conscious of the higher aspect of ourselves, then our inner Sungod can take the lead. Then we can connect and identify ourselves with the hidden light within and use it as our inner power. The Knowledge of our Self reveals our unique talents that can subsequently be put to use in your daily lives to complete the tasks we are meant to do.

Spiritual system

The Amduat contains an ingenious system that we can use to become aware of who we truly are. It teaches us to connect with our True Self to awaken in a higher plane of consciousness. By following the sun through the twelve hours of the night, we are brought back to our core and make contact with our own inner Sungod, the Higher Self. On the way, inner blockades need to be cleared that otherwise impede the descent into our true core. Every time again a layer is scraped off in your inner being, similar to polishing a diamond in the rough.

This is an intense process for during this journey your True Self is revealed. Of course, this sounds fantastic. However, do be aware that the confrontation with this light aspect will have the same impact as the confrontations with the shadow part of yourself. We are inclined to deny both sides and to turn a blind eye to the truth.

Death and rebirth

The journey through the twelve hours of the night is an initiation during which a transition takes place. The old consciousness is dissolved and transformed in the rebirth and awakening of a new consciousness. This is why it is a journey of life and death. During our life, only our old consciousness dies to make place for the birth of a renewed self. We no longer are the child we once were, nor the same person we were yesterday. We have transformed ourselves again and again into a renewed version of ourselves.

When working with the Amduat, we simultaneously learn to die in a befitting manner at the end of our lives. That is the moment when we truly experience the journey to rebirth. Therefore, the voyage through the Duat is destined for both the deceased and any living soul on earth.

Meditation

Even though the Amduat is thousands of years old, the system is still applicable now. In my book I explain the voyage of the sun in great detail. Each hour is described from an academic as well as an esoteric perspective. By bridging the gap between rational and inner knowledge, you are able to gain a more profound understanding. Furthermore, every hour I explain the process of transformation that you will experience when you partake in the journey through meditation.

The Amduat contains many texts and hundreds of Deities to focus your meditation on. These Deities are gateways that open when you focus your attention on them. All of them are reflections of your inner being and set something in motion within you. The resulting inner images then take on a tangible form in real life as well. They subject you to trials and hold up a mirror to you. Each hour has its own energy and specific effect on you. Step by step, you learn to look beyond the outer layers and make contact with the true reality hidden underneath. That is how the Amduat provides a system to stimulate the process of raising awareness in a structured manner.

Diana Kreikamp

Reading the book

Do you want to dive into the heritage of the ancient Egyptians; the Amduat? Then read the book; Amduat: The Great Awakening. It contains the nightly voyage through the Duat in much detail as well as a wealth of information about the ancient Egyptian tradition.

Diana Kreikamp, “Amduat: The Great Awakening”.
(Released in May 2021)

Interview with occult writer Paul Weston

Recently I had the chance to interview occult  Author Paul Weston. In this interview, he speaks about the life of Aleister Crowley, as well as his book The occult battle of Britain.

Weston tells us about Crowley and Yeats, and the writing of Diary of a Drug Fiend, as well as the early years of the Golden dawn. 

1.How did you become interested in the life of Aleister Crowley, Paul, to write your book Aleister Crowley and the Aeon of Horus?

1975 was the centenary of Crowley’s birth. I was 16 years old. I’d seen Led Zeppelin live twice that year and learned of Jimmy Page’s interest in some mysterious controversial figure. BBC Radio then featured a programme on Crowley and I made a point of listening. I was utterly fascinated by the diversity of his life: world-record mountaineer, yogi, mystic poet, occultist, sexual and drug pioneer, but also big-game hunter, writer of banned pornography, possessor of a formidable legend of infamy. From that point on, I was on the lookout for more information.

Colin Wilson’s summary of his life in The Occult and John Symonds biography The Great Beast told me a lot but were fairly hostile and contemptuous. It was reading the enormous autobiographical Confessions that really got me going as it was clear to me that Crowley was far more intelligent, interesting, and humorous than his critics. The seemingly strident egotism of it didn’t bother me in the slightest.

Robert Anton Wilson’s Cosmic Trigger opened me up to the extent of Crowley’s presence in the psychedelic sixties. I first heard of the episode involving Timothy Leary in the Algerian desert, where he seemed to follow in Crowley’s footsteps, which would later be heavily featured in my book. Robert Anton Wilson is undoubtedly the main inspiration for it. The Leary/Wilson eight-circuit map of consciousness provided the foundation of the section The Psychology of Thelema. RAW sometimes gets criticised by Thelemites but I think it’s important to remember that his ideas about Crowley were developed from his connections with Grady McMurty and Israel Regardie, who had both known Crowley and had important interaction with him. The Eye in the Triangle was a very important book, whatever people think of it now, and Regardie’s anthology of Crowley’s writing on drugs and his Gems From the Equinox were influential then. All of that formed part of my inspirations.

My book seemed to have its own agenda. I was writing my autobiographical Avalonian Aeon, which featured a lot of Crowley material, and I realised it was getting far too big and needed pruning. The idea came for a separate book. The scope of it just kept expanding. Having fully engaged in the project, I found myself in Cairo, on the feast days of The Book of the Law and even recited some of it in front of the Stele of Revealing that is so important a part in the story of how it came to be written. This was a wild outcome.

2.Many great names of the twentieth century are mentioned in the book. How did Crowley come to attract all of these famous names?

Crowley had a period of considerable fame in the twenties, albeit through a legend of infamy, so he stood out and got the attention of the naturally rebellious. I suggest in my book that, regardless of any personal failings, Crowley was an authentic prophet of the twentieth century in its diverse agony and ecstasy and his statements concerning how to navigate it: that we are unique Stars who must find our True Wills and act accordingly. I feel some people with remarkable gifts recognised that in his work and directly connected with it. Rocket scientist Jack Parsons was perhaps the most notable case. Avant-garde film-maker Kenneth Anger was another. Founder of modern Wicca Gerald Gardner inevitably looked into Crowley and met the Beast in person. Timothy Leary would have initially placed him in a lineage of drug experimenters but a more mysterious deeper connection eventually revealed itself.

3.What was Crowley’s relationship like with Yeats?

Crowley and Yeats were members of the Golden Dawn during the same period and were on opposite sides in a power struggle involving the Orders’ autocratic chief, Samuel Liddell Macgregor Mathers. Yeats thought of Crowley as a morally degenerate criminal type. Crowley felt that Yeats’ hostility to him was based on his jealousy of the Beast’s superior poetic gifts, a claim most would consider to be absurd. They appear to be very different characters but there are some strong similarities in the deeper passions that ruled their lives.

Yeats was obsessed with the idea of the daimon or higher genius. It was central to his consideration of himself as a poet and what true inspiration consisted of. It also informed his understanding of the Golden Dawn Kabbalistic teachings. Neshamah concerns what might be more generally thought of as the Soul, its higher aspects that allow one to have awareness of God. This is the Higher Genius. Its physical seat is the brain and its Kabbalistic placing is in the upper realms of the Tree of Life sephiroth Chokmah and Binah.

Crowley was stirred by the same concerns but in his case was particularly taken by the term Holy Guardian Angel. Mathers had translated some of the now legendary Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage, detailed instruction for a six-month retreat intended to achieve communion with the HGA. Crowley famously purchased the house at Boleskine at Loch Ness to enable him to give over to the procedure. This primarily involved strict adherence to Abramelin but he incorporated Golden Dawn details such as his own versification of a document dealing with the same material on the Neshamah that inspired Yeats in his daimon quest. People will argue as to whether HGA and daimon are essentially the same. For Yeats and Crowley, I look at where these ideas led them.

The main event of Crowley’s life was the reception from an allegedly non-human source of a text, supposedly dictated audibly to both he and his wife Rose, indicating the advent of a new epoch for the human race. There are great cycles, Aeons, in history and we have seen one where the Great Mother was the dominant religious form, followed by an era of the dying and resurrected God. Now we enter a time of the Crowned and Conquering Child, when our unique true identities are affirmed, free of constraint. Crowley believed that the source, named Aiwass, was his Holy Guardian Angel. The whole episode was considerably facilitated by the sudden onset of powerful psychism in Rose, who he had married the previous year.

Yeats married George Hyde Lees. Within days she suddenly gave over to prolonged psychism in the form of automatic writing from which enormous amounts of material emerged. The most notable outcome was Yeats work A Vision. This was a mystic view of enormous cycles of history and their significance in the destiny of individuals as revealed by their birthdates in relation to the phases of the moon. Yeats believed that his daimon was somehow collaborating with that of his wife in this production.

There are considerable differences between The Book of the Law and A Vision. The similarities are there, however. Yeats was driven by the daimon idea, Crowley by the Holy Guardian Angel. In each case, their wives developed a psychism that led to the creation of texts that each man considered to be their most important works. Both productions were framed by the concept of great historical cycles and concerned with establishing one’s true destiny.

4.Could you tell us about Crowley and the order of the Golden Dawn?

The most famous of all occult groups, The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, was founded in London in 1888. The centre of gravity of their system was the Kabbalah, with its well-known glyph of the so-called Tree of Life, with its ten spheres, known as Sephiroth, linked together by twenty-two paths associated with the letters of the Hebrew alphabet. On this framework, into what Crowley later called a kind of filing cabinet, was attributed an enormous amount of material from what could be called the Western Mystery Tradition, including a lot of Egyptian details.

The twenty-two trumps of the tarot cards, the famous picture images of Death, the High Priestess, Wheel of Fortune and so on, were placed on the linking paths with their related Hebrew letters. A system of grades allowed practitioners to ascend the tree as their learning advanced. Each sphere involved particular studies and practices and initiatory rituals signified passage between them.

Although Mathers was undoubtedly aware of the masonic traditions of unknown superiors, the recent fame of Madame Blavatsky and her tales of contact with Himalayan Masters had brought the issue of Secret Chiefs some publicity. The single biggest point of contention around the Golden Dawn is Mathers’ assertion that he himself had met some of them. His story could easily be seen to be following the Blavatsky template. Some of these encounters were psychic. He worked with his clairvoyant wife Moina to obtain much of the higher level Golden Dawn material. Other meetings were allegedly physical. He believed that ‘they are human beings living on this Earth, but possessed of terrible and superhuman powers.’ His story of an encounter in Paris with a group of three of them can be seen as a strategy to confirm his complete authority over the Order. He claimed that terrific energy emanated from the mysterious beings that only an advanced adept could handle for more than a few minutes. It was strong enough to kill. Various intense physiological symptoms were reported during his different encounters such as problems with breathing, ‘cold sweats and bleeding from the nose, mouth and ears.’

Aleister Crowley joined the group in 1898 when he was twenty-three years old. Rich from a family inheritance and with no need to earn a living, he was able to dedicate a lot of time and energy to learning the material and working through the lower grades. He was initially very impressed by Mathers and undoubtedly took him as a style template for the modern magician.

Although Crowley felt that his contact with Aiwass and the inauguration of a New Aeon annulled the authority and relevance of the original Golden Dawn, its basic structure and curriculum remained extremely important to him. There were certainly adjustments but the continuity is clear. He had taken oaths to keep the material secret but published much of it in his regular hefty journal The Equinox. This resulted in a court case with Mathers. Crowley’s subsequent claiming of various grades of attainment was always based on Golden Dawn ideas and terminology.

He was obviously willing to believe in the idea of Secret Chiefs as the 1904 Cairo episode shows. In the late collection of letters Magick Without Tears, he says of them, ‘They can induce a girl to embroider a tapestry or initiate a political movement to culminate in a world-war; all in pursuit of some plan wholly beyond the purview or the comprehension of the deepest and subtlest thinkers…But are They men, in the usual sense of the word? They may be incarnate or discarnate: it is a matter of Their convenience…’.

5.What is the UFO connection to Crowley?

Crowley’s 1919 drawing designated ‘Lam’ is the central focus of this contentious connection.

It’s important to be clear about the history of this image. In 1918, during a period when he was living in America, Crowley engaged in an extensive six-month long magickal episode known as the Amalantrah Working, primarily with the aid of his Scarlet Woman of the time, Roddie Minor. A combination of sex and drugs helped induce repeated consistent visionary material focused on a being named Amalantrah. Crowley was satisfied that the imagery and names produced were authentic in as much as they met his Qabalistic checking criteria. Towards the end of the written records of the working, Amalantrah made the enigmatic statements “It’s all in the egg”, “Thou art to go this Way.” Unusually for Crowley’s magickal records there appear to be details missing during the final phase.

The drawing seems to originate from the same period and depicts a being with an elongated egg-shaped head and no ears. It was publicly displayed in an exhibition of Crowley’s artwork in New York in 1919. It also featured as the frontispiece for an edition of HP Blavatsky’s short mystical work The Voice of the Silence with an extensive running commentary from Crowley. There it was designated as ‘The Way’ and given this explanation: ‘LAM is the Tibetan word for Way or Path, and LAMA is he who Goeth, the specific title of the Gods of Egypt, the Treader of the Path, in Buddhistic phraseology. Its numerical value is 71, the number of this book.’ It was later stated that the figure was Crowley’s ‘guru’ and ‘painted from life.’ That appears to be all that Crowley ever had to say about it. It is by no means clear that the word Lam is a name belonging to the being in the picture.

Decades later, in the final years of his life, he gave it to Kenneth Grant who featured it in his 1972 The Magical Revival, describing it as ‘Lam, an extra-terrestrial intelligence with whom Crowley was in astral contact.’ It became an iconic part of his Typhonian Trilogies, works promoting, amongst other things, ‘Extra-Terrestrial Gnosis’. This is not necessarily physical ETS in nuts and bolts spaceships. In this context, it designates experiences and intelligence not confined to the consensus three-dimensional coordinates of planet Earth. Higher-dimensional realms coterminous with 3D may well be the spaces these mysteries move through.

It was Grant who suggested that the Parsons-Hubbard-Cameron Babalon Working had perhaps ripped a hole in the fabric of reality through which the modern UFO era manifested, an idea that has now become quite widespread. In Outside the Circles of Time, he stated that ‘Parsons opened the door and something flew in. The flavour of that something is indicated by a strange episode that occurred in March 1946 at the time of the conclusion of the Babalon Working. Marjorie Cameron saw an unidentifiable aerial phenomenon. She was exhilarated, considering it to be a Thelemic sign, a ‘war engine’ mentioned in The Book of the Law. This event inevitably predisposed her to be particularly interested in a phenomenon that erupted into popular consciousness the following year.

Grant instigated a specific Cult of Lam after coming to feel that the portrait was a focus of an increasingly intense extra-terrestrial energy that would be of great importance. The basic Kenneth Grant position was that firstly Lam is a name and image of something that gives access to Extra-Terrestrial gnosis, a state of consciousness. Lam was intrinsically part of the Amalantrah Working which opened a portal of some kind to other dimensions. This makes Crowley the first modern-style ET contactee. It also opens up a consideration of what is the real nature of the Secret Chiefs of Occultism and in particular, Aiwass.

In the Cult of Lam, as initiated by Kenneth Grant and developed by his closest long-term associate Michael Staley, Lam is not necessarily a distinct entity but a trans-aeonic portal to gnosis outside of the circles of time. Something about his visual appearance potentially serves to stimulate aspects of consciousness otherwise dormant. He could be a mask for the experience of the Hidden God/Holy Guardian Angel…

The basic method of Lam meditation consisted of sitting silently in front of a copy of the Crowley picture staring into its eyes. The name was then repeated internally in the manner of a mantra. This process was considered sufficient to potentially stimulate an altered state of consciousness. As mood shifted an imaginative attempt would be made to enter into Lam’s head, the Egg of Spirit, and then look out from his eyes. Profoundly alien zones might be thus encountered or general mutations of consciousness allowing download access to previously unknown realms of being.

An extension of this procedure formulated by Michael Staley begins with the fact that the name Lam also happens to be a Sanskrit seed syllable featured in some Kundalini yoga systems referring to the base chakra wherein the great serpent power resides that can be raised up the spinal column through a progressive expansion of consciousness until climactic enlightenment at the top of the head. Staley’s development involves visualising a serpent with the head of Lam ascending the spine through the chakras. The process does not directly identify Lam with Kundalini but may produce similar results.

The 1977 Cosmic Trigger by Robert Anton Wilson connected Crowley and Kenneth Grant’s ideas with the increasingly ET themed work of Timothy Leary and his Starseed Transmissions, a text full of Book of the Law nuances. Leary already felt connected with Crowley. Jack Parsons was also featured. The recent publication of Robert Temple’s The Sirius Mystery led Wilson on a journey that seemed to uncover a tradition of ‘contact’ ultimately sourced at the star that was important to the Egyptians. With this material, it became possible to speculate as to whether the fabled Secret Chiefs might be ETs or Inter-Dimensional Ultra-Terrestrials.

The Crowley UFO association intensified with the publication of Whitley Strieber’s hugely successful Communion in the eighties. The famous cover art instantly established a template for the depiction of the kind of entities that were supposedly involved in mass abductions at that time. It was soon increasingly publicised that there was a strong resemblance to Lam. With the Strieber impetus, Crowley, and occultism in general, particularly the Babalon Working, increasingly became part of a dense internet culture that often plays loose with the facts and is not helped by the baleful reputation of Crowley and Parsons having taken of the Oath of the Antichrist!

What we are left with is that reading books like Cosmic Trigger, and hopefully, my Aleister Crowley and the Aeon of Horus can set the reader off on a profitable journey that might encourage Extra-Terrestrial Gnosis. The path may lead into a hall of mirrors and delusion. The modern internet age provides greater possibilities than ever before for such an outcome. I will point to one example of the efficacy of the Cult of Lam. It was immediately after a Lam working with Michael Staley that Andrew Collins experienced what might be termed a download that led to his book The Cygnus Mystery. This in turn led to his rediscovery of a lost cave system on the Giza plateau detailed in his book Beneath the Pyramids.

6.could you tell us about Crowley writing Diary of a Drug Fiend? Did Crowley believe that using certain drugs could open doors for him creatively?

In the second chapter of 1904 The Book of the Law we find this evocative passage. ‘I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.’ Believing as he did that it was dictated by a non-human intelligence, this statement carried authority for Crowley.

He was a graduate of fin-de-siecle decadence, producing a translation of the French poet Baudelaire’s writing on hashish. By the period following 1904, he had combined wide-ranging drug experimentation with extensive magical mystical discipline. The epic journey across the Algerian desert in 1909 exploring the angelic system of John Dee produced some astonishing visions. There may have been a chemical component occasionally involved. The 1910 public presentations of the so-called Rites of Eleusis included the passing round of a drink it has been suggested contained a mild amount of peyote. It’s clear that Crowley felt that the mystery cults of antiquity made use of drugs. All of this is exceptionally interesting and decades ahead of the sixties enthusiasms.

Jumping ahead to Diary of a Drug Fiend in 1922, things have seriously changed for the worse. We have a century of hindsight to understand that not all drugs are the same. Crowley felt that his great Nietzschean True Will, which enabled him to set world-mountaineering records, write voluminous works at fever-pitch, and engage in yoga practices for hours on end, could easily follow the admonitions in The Book of the Law and no harm would result. When it comes to heroin and cocaine unique problems result. During the time of the Sicilian Abbey of Thelema, Crowley became hopelessly addicted to both. It was a torment to him that his Will was struggling with the challenge.

Diary of a Drug Fiend emerges from that context. The novel concerns a couple who are very much characters we can see as typical of the Roaring Twenties. Peter Pendragon is of noble birth and fought in the Great War. He is left depressed and unable to find meaning in his life. He meets Louise Laleham, who is a follower of Basil King Lamus, a heavily idealised Crowley self-portrait. The couple falls in love and engages in a prolonged drug binge across Europe. They can easily be imagined at one of Jay Gatsby’s parties or enjoying the nightclubs of Weimar Germany to a jazz soundtrack. Hitting rock bottom in terms of addiction and financial ruin, suicide beckons, but a retreat to the Abbey of Thelema under the guidance of King Lamus and his tutelage in magick restore them by enabling them to find their True Will.

Those hostile to Crowley can easily find the work displays appalling egotism from an author dispensing high wisdom on how to handle drugs when hopelessly addicted himself. I believe that he was invoking his higher genius, his daemon, in his portrayal of King Lamus in an attempt to fully solve his own problems. He was passionately idealistic and wanted his Abbey of Thelema to fulfil its greatest potential so he told a story of how he imagined such a thing could come about, the kinds of people he sought to attract, and the help he hoped to give. In that, we could get a feeling for what was best about Aleister Crowley. The enormous autobiographical Confessions was also written during the heroin period and that has never gotten in the way of my appreciation of it. He did eventually conquer his addictions and only returned to heroin in later life for medicinal reasons.

7.Could you tell us about your magical journey to Glastonbury, Paul? Through your book The Occult battle of Britain.

I’ve given over nearly a thousand pages to my journey to Glastonbury in my books Avalonian Aeon and Atargatis. It is a comprehensive story concerning all sides of the place, its history and multi-levelled mythos. The Dion Fortune aspect is one part of it but an extremely important one in both of those books and the occult war required a book to itself that did not feature my personal story.

I’d been fascinated by the subject of Nazi occultism from the early eighties and was fortunate to be able to write a dissertation on it towards my Degree in Comparative Religion in 1983. I discovered the Glastonbury-centred British side of the story, the Tor visualisations when I read Alan Richardson’s Dion Fortune biography in 1988. The selection of her wartime letters, published as The Magical Battle of Britain followed in 1993.

Monday, May 8th 1995 was a national holiday to accommodate the climax of large-scale commemorations of the fiftieth anniversary of VE (Victory in Europe) Day that were happening across Europe. It was my habit in those days to shuffle my tarot cards shortly after breakfast and ask for a one-card key to the day ahead. I drew the Lightning Struck Tower. This is considered to be a powerful card, indicative of tumultuous processes. I wondered what on earth the day might deliver that could be considered a definite result?

BBC TV broadcast lives from London from early in the afternoon as all manner of events played out to a crowd estimated at 250,000 in front of Buckingham Palace and down the adjacent Mall. The climax of the celebrations was going to be a huge event in Hyde Park. At sunset, there would be a nationwide two-minute silence after which the Queen would preside over the lighting of the first of a thousand beacon fires across the country.

I felt a desire to more fully emotionally engage in the day. I was very conscious that the generation who had actually participated in these events, my parents included, were not getting any younger. This might be the last time they could be out in large numbers for such a huge event. It was, on one level, a massive acknowledgement that was also a farewell.

I had a copy of Avalon of the Heart out from the local library at that time. It was an edition that had a photograph of Glastonbury Tor on the cover. I had been glancing through it over the previous few days and it was resting on the floor. The afternoon had been slightly overcast. Briefly, the sun came out from behind clouds and a shaft of light shone through a side window down onto the book, stopping just beyond it. My attention was thereby suddenly focused on the cover and I instantly knew what I was going to do to fulfil my intention of connecting with the day’s events.

I realised that the coming evening’s two-minute silence and subsequent beacon lighting, including one on Glastonbury Tor, was really quite a unique event. In terms of what was going on in the mass mind at that time, the solemnity and silence and a sense of the past with veneration for it would all be present at that moment and the potential channelling of that through the landscape and into people’s consciousness through the means of the beacon fires was something you’re not going to get very often in any circumstance. I remembered what I knew about Dion Fortune’s 1940 visualisations. She had believed that they were as much about the future as the drama of the time. Surely now was as good a time to recreate them as one could ever hope for?

I contacted as many people by phone as I could who I thought might be interested and about a dozen agreed to try the basic visualisation of being inside Glastonbury Tor with Arthur and Merlin during the two-minute silence. About a dozen people participated.

As twilight approached, I began my preparations, lighting lots of candles in my living room. The phone was unplugged. I performed the same modest ritual preparations engaged in by the London Centre of the 1940 workings. The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram consists of drawing pentagrams at the cardinal points, imagining the appearance of angels beyond them and the recitation of their names. I tried to visualise a rapid approach to Glastonbury Tor and entry to a large cavern within. Within moments of starting to contemplate the Arthurian archetypes and the idea of them still potentially inspiring the nation, I found extraordinary emotions arose and overwhelmed me. In combination with the idea of the last parade of the golden generation, I started crying my eyes out. This state of emotional extremes was sustained for a number of minutes. I had never felt anything quite like it in the whole of my life.

When I recovered I turned the TV back on to check out what was happening in Hyde Park. I knew about the beacon fire lighting but nothing about the way in which it would commence. It happened within barely a minute of my turning on the TV. The Queen was standing at ground level, in front of a control panel. She pressed a button and a green laser beam shot out from it and hit the Post Office Tower, which I realised had lights wound around it all the way to the top. When the beam hit, the lights went on and fireworks erupted from the summit. I immediately knew that this was the Lightning Struck Tower par excellence.

The day had been extraordinary for me but I was obviously curious to hear how things had gone for the others who had tried the visualisation as well. Within a week I had received all the feedback. Everyone reported powerful experiences. My favourite involved a female friend who lived in Somerset and was very familiar with the Arthurian corpus and in particular Marion Zimmer Bradley’s hugely successful novel Mists of Avalon. She often went into visionary spaces inspired by the book involving journeying into the Tor to meet groups of priestesses. On this occasion she found herself confronting a naked Arthur Pendragon with an impressively erect phallus which she promptly grabbed hold of and immediately felt as if some kind of circuit was completed and enormous dragon current serpent power energy was pumping out of Glastonbury Tor and going all over the landscape. This was not the staid Victorian gentleman portrayed by Tennyson and such details were certainly not reported by Dion Fortune and her associates. I was totally convinced that the workings were carrying some voltage and relevancy for the modern world.

This event was undoubtedly a huge catalyst in my move to Glastonbury. I was already hoping to live there and the way was made clear. Within a month I had arrived. Inspired by the potency of the Tor visualisation, I fully familiarised myself with the wartime letters and the Qabalistic foundation of the imagery. By 1996 I had created an enhanced version of the 1940 imagery, a full Glastonbury Qabalah, and began putting on some public events using it.

Many years later, in 2010, saw the 70th anniversary of the Battle of Britain. I convened a group visualisation again on September 15th, considered to be Battle of Britain Day, and the feedback was so strong that it catalysed me into starting to write the book.

What I found really striking, and it seemed to me that nobody had fully noticed this before, was that Glastonbury, with its Arthurian associations, represented a remarkable polarity with Himmler’s Grail Castle at Wewelsburg, a location that Dion Fortune would not have been familiar with. I realised that what she brought into the 1940 visualisations was the climax of a long story of the rebirth of Glastonbury, involving many other interesting people and ideas. Wewelsburg likewise represented the climax of the development of so-called Ariosophical ideas.

My lightbulb moment was to contemplate putting the two long-term timelines against each other and seeing if anything interesting might be revealed. I created an excel spreadsheet with vertical columns for Glastonbury and Germany set against horizontal year lines from 1875 to 1939. I set myself up to read The Avalonians by Patrick Benham, a superb account of the rebirth of Glastonbury, featuring Dion Fortune, Frederick Bligh Bond, Wellesley Tudor Pole, and others. I followed it up with The Occult Roots of Nazism by Nicholas Goodrich Clarke, a ground-breaking academically credible study of the subject. I entered anything I felt was important from both books on the spreadsheet. Once I’d finished, I started looking across the lines and immediately felt that I was seeing a clear convergence towards 1940 that began even before the Great War. The richness of comparisons and synchronisations astonished me. I added Rudolf Steiner to the mix. Having written Aleister Crowley and the Aeon of Horus, I originally intended to create Dion Fortune and the Age of Michael as a complementary work in the spirit of a Robert Anton Wilson meta-programming experiment. The project outgrew that conception.

It was an immensely intense process to immerse myself for months at a time in Nazi occultism. I kept stepping back and other book projects appeared. Eventually, in 2018, I resolved to finish it in time to launch at the Glastonbury Occult Conference in February the following year.

8.What will your next book be about, Paul?

I am currently writing The Colin Wilson Work. This project began shortly after he died in 2013. I conceived it with the sense of it being like one of the many introductions he wrote to important thinkers like Gurdjieff, Jung, Steiner, and Crowley. 100-150 pages in length maybe. I made a good start but other projects intervened. With the onset of the first lockdown in March 2020, I felt it was an ideal time to return to it. As I did so, my conception of it massively expanded so that I now see it as likely to be of a size similar to one of the titles in Wilson’s Occult Trilogy. I’m approaching it in the spirit of what Wilson called ‘existential literary criticism’. I have often seen people praising his books for having expanded their minds, even changed their lives. What I want to see in cases like that are detailed accounts of what that really means. As a long-term Wilsonian with a rich inner life, I’m able to weave into the text a lot of varied personal examples of how his ideas have been alive for me. The title is a reference to Gurdjieff and the ‘work’ associated with him. Gurdjieff and Ouspensky were immense influences on Wilson so I’m examining at some length how that becomes part of a broader conception of Wilson’s new existentialism. I’ve undoubtedly set myself a major challenge but that is exciting and in keeping with the Wilson outlook.

 

Author Paul Weston was interviewed by John Wisniewski

ראפ לפאן

בתאוות אור קסומה 

!הו גבר

!איש שלי

בוא וצא בסערה מהלילה 

!של פאן! יו פאן 

! יו פאן! יו פאן

בוא וצא 

!משאמבלה וגן עדן 

משוטט כמו בכחוס 

עם שומרים ובנות לוויה 

זכרות נוקשה על אתון לבנה 

בוא וצא מהים 

!ובוא אלי, אליי

בוא עם כוהנת בשמלת כלה (פיתונית ורועה) 

בוא עם ארטמיס

בנעלי משי

ששטפה את ירכך הלבנה 

אל יפיפה  

בקרחת היער 

על הלוטוס דרכת 

בלשונך המוזהבת 

אותי ברכת 

סגול התפילה הנלהבת

הוטבל במקדש ארגמן

חשוף ונחשק

נשמתך יוקדת 

עין כחולה צופה

באקסטזה שלך 

מחלחלת

בסבך החורש העתיק

העץ והחי 

עם רוח ונפש, גוף ושכל 

בוא מעל הים 

!יו פאן! יו פאן

שטן או אל 

אליי, אליי 

!שלי! שלי

!האיש שלי! האיש שלי 

בוא עם חצוצרות 

!מעל הגבעה

בוא עם תופים רועמים 

!מהאביב 

! בוא עם חליל ובוא עם מקטרת

?האם אני כבר בשל 

אני, שמחכה רועד ונאבק 

עם נשימה מפרפרת

שלא מוצאת את הדרך 

ליישב את גופי 

עייפה מחיבוק ריק 

חזקה כמו אריה 

חלקה כנחש 

!בואי, בוא 

אני קהה 

מתאוות השטן 

הבודדת 

דחוף את החרב דרך כבלי הברזל 

זולל-כל, בורא כל 

תן לי את אות 

העין הפקוחה 

ואת הסימן שעוררה 

ירך התשוקה

ואת מילת הטירוף והמסתורין 

!הו פאן! יו פאן 

!יו פאן! יו פאן פאן! פאן פאן! פאן 

אני האהבה 

עשה בי כרצונך, כפי שהאל

הגדול יכול

!הו פאן! יו פאן 

!יו פאן! יו פאן פאן

אני מתעורר באחיזת הנחש 

במקור ובטופר הנשרים חותכים 

האלים נסוגים 

החיות הגדולות באות 

!יו פאן 

נולדתי לבוא ולמות על הקרן 

 של חד הקרן

!אני פאן! יו פאן 

!יו פאן פאן! פאן 

אני בן זוגך, אני האחד שלך 

עז מצאנך 

אני זהב 

אני אלוהיך 

בשר לעצמותיך 

פרח למטיך 

עם פרסות פלדה אני מקפץ

על סלעים 

מזריחת השמש  ביום המפנה

ועד ליום השוויון 

ואני משתולל; ואני מיילל ואני קורע 

ואני הנצח, עולם ללא סוף 

אחוז דיבוק מלא בסודות 

אישה, גבר, בעוצמתו של פאן 

!יו פאן! יו פאן פאן! פאן! יו פאן

מוקדש באהבה למאסטר ט’ריון, עשיתי כרצוני

Rap to Pan

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Thrill with lovely lust of the light,

O man! My man!

Come charging out of the night Of Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Come over the sea

From Shambala and paradise!

Roaming like Bacchus, with his guards

Companion females and males all hard

On a milk-white ass, come over the sea

To me, to me! Come with priestess in bridal dress

(Shepherdess and pythoness)

Come with Artemis, who in wildwood trod,

And wash your white thigh, beautiful god,

In the moon of the woods, on the lotus press,

The golden tongue my jewel to bless!

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, lusty & bare,

Your soul that startles with eyes of blue

As we watch your ecstasy seeping through

The tangled thicket, the ancient grove

Of the living tree that is spirit and soul

And body and brain — come over the sea,

Io Pan! Io Pan!

Devil or god, to me, to me,

My man! my man!

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Over the hill!

Come with drums low thundering

From the spring!

Come with flute and come with pipe!

Am I not ripe?

I, who wait and tremble and wrestle

With breathe that has no way to settle

My body, weary of empty embrace,

Strong as a lion and smooth as a snake —

Come, O come!

I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom.

Thrust the sword through iron fetters,

All-devourer, all-begetter;

Give me the sign of the Open Eye,

And the token aroused of horny thigh,

And the word of madness and mystery,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,

I am one love

Do as you will, as a great god can,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake

In the grip of the snake.

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come.

Io Pan! I am borne

To come on the horn

Of the Unicorn.

I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!

I am your mate, I am your one,

Goat of your flock, I am gold, I am god,

Flesh to your bone, flower to your rod.

With hoofs of steel, I race on the rocks

Through solstice sunrise to equinox.

And I rave, and I howl and I rip and I rend

Everlasting, world without end,

Maenad, Mystoi, Woman, Man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

 

(found after AC)

Renenutet

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It’s the 8th day after the full moon, Ugraparbah night, a night of radiating terror. The hunger is immense and the knowledge is out there, just reach out and let it flow through you, download it and upgrade yourself. 

So, it’s a day after the last quarter of the moon and finally, the time felt right for the Renanuteth invocation, the Serpent head goddess, the mother of all serpents. We kept delaying it, as she demanded an offering of that intoxicating smoke, one needs to be very certain of time, space and mind to offer it. 

The temple space is ready,  Zar music is playing in the background and on the altar between the burning candles a silver plate with a bunch of dry leaves, our offering, Salvia divinorum.

It’s been a year since we last journeyed into the Salvia dimension and I was very nervous to cross the gates of these ancient strange worlds again.

Some of you know that I’m an experienced traveller in hyperspace and in some of the galaxies and constellations I travelled to, I feel at home, (ayahuasca, mushrooms, peyote, San Pedro, to name a few) but Salvia, is a whole different story. 

We opened the space and read the invocation:

Thōzo pithē etc  (Thermouthe Pythia)

Thermouthē

The doors are open

And seven virgins 

Shall arise from the deep earth

Their garments of purest linen

Their faces those of serpents

You are the fates of heaven

Wielding golden wands

Welcome

Hail thou seven fates of heaven

O noble and good virgins

O sacred ones 

Hail thou chrepsienthaēs?

Hail thou menescheēs

Hail thou mechran!

Hail thou ararmachēs

Hail thou echommiē

Hail thou tichnondaēs

Hail thou erou rombriesē

Hail thou seven

snake-headed goddesses

The fates of heaven

The goddesses who hold the pole in its place

Thozopithe formula

Hail thou bear goddess,

Great one

 ruling heaven. 

Reigning over the pole of the stars. 

Hail Highest one, 

beautiful-shining goddess. 

Whose element is Incorruptible. 

Hail thous Composite of the all, 

The all-illuminating, 

bond of the universe

You who stand on the pole, you who the lord god appointed to turn the holy pole with a strong hand. 

The first offering 

As soon as the first offering is done, I noticed a very subtle movement, like ripples of heat and colour emanating from the altar. I look around the room, there’s a strange glow all around the fireplace.

The colour-heat ripples around the altar are getting bigger and before I realise what is happening a wave of serpent-like fractal shapes and colours are flowing over me. I try to stay calm, letting the serpent aura engulf me. Yeah… stay calm, I keep hearing myself mumbling…

Something is moving along the altar, two serpents, one black and the other colourful.  Both glowing and moving (flowing?) down the altar along the wall towards the fireplace. The coloured serpent disappeared in the fire, and the black serpent stopped at the left of the fireplace and erected itself. Beautiful, fearsome, awesome, terrifying. Her flaming eyes pierced mine with a hypnotic gaze.

I tried to shift my gaze, to move a little but I was frozen with awe and terror. She’s getting closer, her aura is so bright and huge I can nearly touch it (that if I wasn’t freaking out here, my heart is racing. I think I’m going to faint.) Wait, she’s communicating with me. I can hear a strange whisper echoing inside my head, an ancient serpentine language vibrating down my spine. She’s taking over me, crawling up and down inside my body.

I can’t take it anymore, I cry out and fall down to my knees, I can hear myself praying in her ancient language.

Praying for mercy

Crying my heart out for Her to spare my life.

She’s gone.

My Serpent queen. 

The Second Offering 

Still shaking, I place the second offering on the altar. The smoke is thick and white.

The music is rhythmic, hypnotic, wild and tribal. I can feel it in my bones like the rhythm is part of me. I hear the ‘mama song’ and I can feel them, my three beautiful mamas, dancing around me, opening the gates for me, making me see.  The Zar company are here, with their drums and songs. His Holiness, the Nubian priest is there too. So majestic in his white robes. He stretches his arm out and invites me to approach. The music stopped and everything went quiet. 

Stillness, like we are all frozen between time and space.

The air is crackling with static electricity and energy, it feels like we are trapped in a teardrop that is gonna explode any moment now.

Cacophonia. 

An explosion of sounds, screams and shouts, and crazy rhythms are turning slowly into music and songs, these ancient songs and hypnotic rhythms I’ve heard before. The music gets louder and louder it takes over me, it’s in me, it’s coming from inside me, I am the music.

The black mama took me by the hand and started to dance. We are dancing. Blue mama is to my right and red mama to my left. More people joining in and circling us, with their drums and bells, all dancing the wild ecstatic dance. I can feel something behind me, not sure what, it sends shivers down my spine. Black mama holding my hands tight looking into my eyes and smiling, whispering in her ancient language, “keep dancing habibti”. I close my eyes and I dance and spin, I can’t feel my body, there is something on my back, I freak out but black mama’s hands are squeezing mine reassuring me to keep dancing, so I find my rhythm and let go, I  can fly. I can see the company from above in a dancing frenzy, the Nubian priest is on his knees praying and crying, the three mamas spinning like mad dervishes. 

All of these are orchestrated by the elder of the company. He is standing in the middle of all the maddens, a big grin on his face drumming his magickal drum and shouting mad order towards the sky.

I can feel he’s calling me, I can feel his drumming vibrating in my ears and heart, and I hear shouting and wild screams. Black mana’s grip is tightening around mine and I can feel her pulling me down.

I crash back to the here and now.

The Third Offering 

At this point, I’m weary and tired, but there’s no way back, it has to be done.

I inhale the smoky essence of the offering and lean back into the fluffy white clouds.

There’s a huge wheel in the distance. The wheel rotates slowly as if spinning in a very slow motion. With each rotation of the wheel, it seems that I’m moving forward towards it like it’s pulling me nearer to it somehow. 

I look down at my feet and realize that I am attached to the wheel like Leonardo de Vinci’s The Vitruvian Man.

As soon as I understand that I’m attached to the wheel, it starts to spin faster and faster. I can see myself spinning, turning, becoming an endless spiral of Fibonacci numbers, and fractals.

I close my eyes and think to myself “I can relax now”

Boom, I’m back in the room.

We closed the circle, taking extra care to see the portal tightly shut, and making sure that no strange entities lurked in the shadows. 

I don’t know when I’ll go through this portal again.

New moon Bath ritual

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The New Moon brings with it another cycle of new beginnings and rebirth. A fresh start and time to focus our intentions, ideas and dreams into creative manifestation. 

The Amrita kala and Kameswari correspond with the essence of the Clary Sage.  As its name suggests, Clary is the oil of clarity, clear thinking and clear visions.  Using Clary sage on the new moon will direct the Amrita kala and Kameswari’s essence our way. Few drops in the ritual bath will help us to become open to changes, new ideas and new perceptions, clear our mind and make space for new visions and dreams.

Clary Sage 

Clary Sage essential oil, is mainly used for menstrual complaints, childbirth and can help in releasing female sexual dysfunction (frigidity). Clary sage is a general nerve tonic and like the garden sage, it cools inflammation and is especially useful for throat and respiratory infections.

It has a calming effect on the mind and it is known to induce euphoria.

Clary sage has a relaxing effect on the body and mind, encouraging sleep and vivid dreams.

Salvia Sclarea

Salvia Sclarea

The ritual

Prepare your oil blend in a small bowl, 1 tablespoon of sea salt and about 6-10 drops of Clary Sage oil.

When your bath is full, add the blend into the bath and make the figure 8 with your hand in the water while focusing on your intentions and prayers, offer yourself (by getting into the water) to the spirit of the oil. Once you’re in the bath, let your body relax into the water. Close your eyes, take a few deep breaths inhaling the scent of the oil and listen to your guided meditation: 

Chandra (Moon) gayatri mantra:

om kshira-putraya vidmahe

amrita-tattvaya dhimahi

tanno chandra prachodayat

 

I bow down to Lord Chandra holder of the lotus. 

Who shines in the brilliant color of gold. 

May Lord Chandra illuminate my intellect

and shed light on my path. 

*I recommend recording the meditation beforehand, so you can listen to it while you are bathing. I make a playlist that lasts about 25-30 minutes, starting with about 7-10 minutes of some relaxing music, then guided meditation for about 10 minutes, followed with 10 minutes of more relaxing music. When the music stops, it’s your queue to get out of the ritual bath.

  • When a bath is not an option, you can inhale the oil while listening to the mantra/meditation. Once the mantra is over, utter license to depart (say thanks and put the Clary sage bottle away).                                   ***Excessive inhalation of the Clary sage oil might cause headaches!