Archive for April, 2006

I love kids…

// April 28th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

I absolutely love kids. They are so free and so full of unconditional love. They allow themselves to feel and to be cranky and to operate without much of the social veneer we all don after junior high. This picture was taken at my friend’s family home on Easter. He comes from a BIG family (5 kids in his tier…most who have spawned between 2-4 children each) and there were a bunch of little critters running about on that day. This picture is a VERY comfortable hanging chair that the kids would get in and fly around. I spent most of the day pushing them in this thing, and I enjoyed every moment. I meant to have six kids, but it didn’t work out like that. But I love all of them. Even the rotten ones! They remind me that all is all okay. They remind me of what I can be at my best.

The Reason my Back is so Bad…

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I think this is me from 100 years ago. Something tells me that my name was Krys Dauchy and that I rode for a company called GT. Could be all rumour though…never can tell about these things. Whatever you do…DON’T send this photo to my orthopod. I’m still claiming not to know what happened to make my back so bad! ;)

Buddhism: Your Daily Meditation

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There seem to two kinds of searchers: those who seek to make their ego something other than it is, i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish), and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting, that there is only one thing that can be done, which is to disidentify themselves with the ego, by realizing its unreality, and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being.

- Fingers Pointing Toward the Moon by Wei Wu Wei

Red Thread Zen – Sacred Sexuality

// April 27th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

Red Thread Zen
The Tao of Love, Passion, and Sex
by Subhana Barzaghi
Day 4, Spring Sesshin 1993, Gorricks Run Zendo, NSW, Australia

Most of us have arrived at this particular point in our spiritual journey with a little extra baggage about passion, love, and sex, andI have noticed that many people on the spiritual path have a tendencyin the mind to create a polarisation or a separation between thespiritual path and the sexual life. There a number of ways in whichthis polarisation and confusion is reinforced. One of those ways isthat we continue to subscribe to a collective cultural belief and mythperpetuated through Christianity, which is the predominant source ofmyth in our culture, about the fall of Eve. As you know, in thestory, Eve touched and ate of the forbidden fruit in the Garden ofEden and gave it to Adam, a symbolic gesture. Eve was portrayed as atemptress, a seducer, and she has been held responsible for the fallfrom heavenly grace; her sacred flesh has been falsely blamed for theevils of mankind for generations.This belief system is entrenched and deep-seated and runs through ourwhole society, even today. It is reflected in our present mythsaround sexual abuse and assault. In my work as a therapist in thatfield I noticed about ninety per cent of victimsprimarily womenwould often come away from an assault feeling that they were to blame.Its the only crime in our society where the victim walks away feelinglike somehow they did something wrong, that they are to blame. Theywould often say things like, If only I hadnt stayed back at thatparty, If only I hadnt walked down that street, If only I hadntworn that particular dress, If only I hadnt got in the car andtaken a lift home with that person, then maybe it wouldnt havehappened. We also hear offenders saying, She deserved it, She ledme on, She asked for it, She encouraged me. In some ways womenare still carrying the collective blame for abuse and sexual assaultin our society. All of us are still redeeming the body of Eve, eventoday: I see an enormous amount of that in therapy.Another factor that contributes to the disconnectedness ofspirituality and sexuality is the notion of a body/mind/spirit split.It is as if this kind of thinking, this compartmentalising of life, insome way perpetuates the notion that the body and the passions of theflesh belong to the lower realms, and the flesh needs to betranscended to realise the spirit. This kind of thinking is verydualistic and hierarchical in nature. The orthodox religious mind hasseparated the physical from the spiritual, the sensual from the soul.Rejection of the body became a common article of faith among theworlds religions, and orthodox religion has never managed to enjoythe innocence and delight of physical beauty and sensuality. Even inour own Zen history there is the story of a nun who was a verybeautiful woman, stunningly beautiful, and who went to the monasteryto become a nun, and who was rejected. She went three times and shewas rejected each time, because, they told her, she was too beautiful,she would corrupt the monks. The tragic story is that she was sointent on being a nun that she took a hot iron and put it to her face,scarred her face, just so that she could enter the nunnery.This repressed rejection of physical beauty and attraction by orthodoxreligious authorities has contributed to religions obsession withcelibacy and its condemnation of enjoying and beautifying the body.Not so long ago, Christian monks would have to make confession to thepriest about masturbation. It was considered a sinful act toexperience the normality of sexual arousal in the body. The flesh hadto be subdued and conquered. We can laugh about that now, but itsnot so long ago in our history.At the other end of the spectrum from the religious orthodox attitudeis our Western consumer cultures attitude to the flesh and the body,which has made a devotional practice of adorning the body. On themarket we have endless products available for every single region ofthe body, from the hair, to the skin, to the lips, to the breasts, tothe genitals, to the toenails. The human body from head to toe hasbecome an instrument of profit, a multibillion dollar industry.From these two extremes we are not modelled very healthy ways ofrelating to the physical, sensual nature of the body. On one side,the religious view of transcending the flesh and treating it assinful, and on the other side the endless adoring of the body, fussingover its appearances in order to prolong life, which denies thenatural ageing process. One of my teachers, Christopher Titmuss, whois of the Red Thread school, said, Religion has been unwilling to seethe sensual forces and the spirit as interconnected. Those who areobsessed with preserving their looks and sexual attraction cannot seepast their breasts and genitals, while others cannot see therelationship between their genitals and spirituality. Both miss amarriage of the flesh and spirit.Many years agomaybe not that many years agoI certainly engaged inwild and promiscuous sexual behaviour myself, that caused havoc withmy relationships and caused immense suffering to me and to others. Isuffer deep remorse and regret for what was clearly a breaking of thethird precept, concerning sexual misconduct. In reaction, in a way,to that part of the wild woman in me and in an attempt to make surethat conduct never happened again, I decided to install a kind ofpolicewoman in my psyche. A bit like Hannya: in Japanese temples theyhave wonderful little demons in the corner, with a sword, littlefierce demons called Hannya. So I decided to adopt one of those in mypsyche, and my policewoman was available at any moment to cut downthat sexual desire or fantasy the moment it arose. No, you are notgoing to think about that! Phoom! This went on for some time;while, as I said, I suffered deep guilt and remorse.This path eventually culminated in my taking of the robes in SriLanka, and ordaining as a Buddhist nun. I had really long hair then,longer than it is now, and I went from long hair to no hair at all. ASwiss nun had the wonderful opportunity of shaving my head. I thoughtin some way shaving my head was maybe shaving off some of my vanity.But after I shaved my head it was the most exhilarating experience. Idont know if some of you have had that experience, but the head is sosensitive when it hasnt got any hair on it, that it was like standingunder a shower where you could feel every little drop, every littledrop. So I was walking around with a smile, a grin, from ear to earfor days and days. This was a very joyous time and an incrediblysensual experiencelike being born again. So I couldnt even escapethat way. I thought I was going to be a nun; I thought I was going toescape having to deal with all that sensuality stuff; and shaving myhead ended up being one of the most sensual experiences.My policewoman served me well for about ten years. But that too haddevastating effects. In some way it was like cutting off a deep partof myself. The shadow comes back in the form of erotic fantasies,attractions, romantic projections, that haunt us until we understandthat there is something very deep there that needs our attention. Formany of us our sexual vitality is a mysterious life-force which seemsto operate under its own laws. Vows of celibacy do not subdue oursexual energies, nor are they contained in the holy vows of matrimony.Sexual feelings have a way of asserting themselves even in the mostpious minds, even in the most unlikely circumstances orsituationseven here in sesshin people have wonderful fantasies. Ifwe do not integrate the mind, body, flesh, and spirit, the spiritualwill always struggle with the physical, one attempting to claimsovereig
nty over the other, and life becomes a struggle and effort toconquer the passions in the name of the sacred. We do agree to becelibate here in sesshin, but the purpose of that is not to suppresssexual feelings or desires but simply to provide an opportunity for usto be completely alone, and experience other expressions of deepintimacy with this undivided nature.Our own lay practice has its roots in the monastic tradition andlineage of monks and nuns who take vows of celibacy, which does notreally speak to us or help us deal with the intensity of love,passion, and desire. But the intensity is there, and it rises up. Itdoes not help us deal with that energy in our daily lives. In the 17000 koans in our curriculumsome of you are looking a little amazed atthat!there are three of four koans relating to sexuality. It barelygets a mention. Yet love and sex and passion are so potent energiesthat really have a huge impact on our lives. I know that I have spentmany years at retreats and I dont think I have ever met a teacher, upuntil recently, who would open their mouth about sex and love andpassion, particularly in a retreat.So what is the Tao of love, passion, and sex? A few koans or storiesat least give us some direction or insight into the sensual nature ofthe Tao. Unfortunately these three koans get repeated every timesomeone gives a talk about this. . . . Anyway, one of themiscellaneous koans is, Why are perfectly enlightened bodhisattvasattached to the vermilion thread? The vermilion thread is the redthread, and the red thread is symbolic: I have recently learned thatit is not the line of tears , as I used to think, but it comes fromearly China, where the geisha girls and courtesans would wear a redgarter on their thigh, as the line of passions. So: Why areperfectly enlightened bodhisattvas attached to the vermilion thread?One of the characters I want to introduce you to is a wonderfulcharacter in the Zen tradition, called Ikkyu, who is one of mylongstanding and favourite Zen masters and who appeals, I guess, tothe wild woman in me. He was born in 1394 and was an illegitimate sonof the emperor Go-komatsu. He was known by some as the emperor ofrenegades, a wild wandering monk and teacher, sometimes called CrazyCloud. He was a lover, a poet, and he could write very tenderly aboutthe beauty of women. He relentlessly attacked the hypocrisy of thethen corrupt Zen establishment, and even had women as his students. Ithink he was one of the first Zen masters to have women as students;that was considered quite radical. It was in the brothels and geishahouses that he developed the Red Thread Zen, a notion he borrowed fromthe old Chinese master Kido and extended to deep and subtle levels ofrealisation. This very body is the lotus of the true law. This verybody is the lotus of the true law, linking human beings to birth anddeath by the red thread of passion. This approach was closely relatedto Tantric Buddhism, that used sexual union as a religious ritual.Ikkyus Red Thread form of Zen practice was a radical approach, anon-dualistic interpretation of the sexual act, realising this verybody is the Buddha-dharma. Ikkyu wrote a poem after his firstrealisation experience:From the world of passions returning to the world of passions:There is a moments pause.If it rains, let it rain; if the wind blows, let it blow.Ikkyus Red Thread Zen and wild, poetic, passionate nature was alsotempered, though, by his extensive training in the Rinzai school, veryintense training. Rinzai was a very strict master, and Ikkyu was verystrict and demanding with his own students.At the age of 77, Ikkyu had a passionate relationship with a mistressnamed Lady Shin. She was a blind singer and composer and a veryskilled musician, and she was in her late thirties. He wrote lots ofbeautiful graphic poetry celebrating their love, and it was in LadyShin that Ikkyu finally located his own missing female self. AsManfred Steger commented in his book Crazy Clouds, Ikkyu incorporatedbold elements of the physical relationship into his teaching of Zen,playing on koans in an erotic context, and bound the manifest andessential worlds in a love-knot. His radical methods and practiceshonoured women and the red thread that binds even the most enlightenedZen masters to passion, birth, and death. Ikkyu celebrated the joy inhuman love, and within sexuality there lies a profound sacredpractice, similar to Tantric Buddhism. He infused Zen for the firsttime with a feminine element that had long been missing. When Ikkyuwas about 80 years old that he was asked to be the abbot of Daitokoji,which is one the great temples in Japan. At that time it wascompletely in ruin from a civil war, so it was an extraordinary thingto do at 80 years old, to rebuild Daitokoji: which he did. He had anextraordinary enlightened mind.Another great character and master is Chao-chou, and he has somecomments about the passions. After master Chao-chou visited MountWu-tai, his teaching spread widely in north China. He was invited tostay at the Kuan Yin monastery in his own native town of Chao-chou.He came to the assembly and said, It is as if a transparent crystalwere held in ones hand. When a foreigner approaches it, it mirrorshim as such; when a native Chinese approaches it, it mirrors him assuch. I take a stalk of grass and let it act as a golden-bodied one,sixteen feet high, and I take a golden-bodied one, sixteen feet highand let it act as a stalk of grass. Buddhahood is passion, andpassion is Buddhahood.During his sermon a monk asked him, In whom does Buddha causepassion? Chao-chou said, Buddha causes passion in all of us.The monk asked, How do we get rid of it?Chao-chou said, Why should we get rid of it?Its not some great enlightenment verse, but it seems at least topoint some of the way in our daily lives.Another story that Aitken Roshi has told a number of times, a moreclassical story, also points at and disapproves of puritanicalreligious attitudes to sex. In ancient days an old woman madeoffering to a hermit over a period of twenty years, and one day shesent her sixteen-year-old niece to take food to the hermit, tellingher to make advances to him and to see what he would do. So the girllay her head on the hermits lap and said, How is this?The hermit said, The withered tree is rooted in an ancient rock inbitter cold during winter months; there is no warmth, no life.The girl reported this to her aunt, and the old woman said, Thatvulgarian! How outrageous! To think that I have made offerings tohim for twenty years!So she drove the hermit away and burnt down his cottage. As AitkenRoshi said in his commentary on the third precept, of sexualmisconduct, While we may question the use of the niece as bait totest the monks realisation, it is clear that the aunt fundamentallydisapproves. The monk was not responding to the human being who laydown there on his lap. He was using her to express his own asceticposition. The fire is a dream symbol of sex: You dont belong here!Sex belongs here!or at least some acknowledgment of it. So: whatwould your response be?I wish to emphasise that not cutting off the passions is not asuggestion to violate the third precept. It is not a matter of sexualmisconduct. There is a translation of the third precept by Thich NahtHanh which I think is particularly beautiful. Aware of the sufferingcaused by sexual misconduct, I vow to cultivate responsibility andlearn ways to protect the safety and integrity of individuals,couples, family, and society. I am determined not to engage in sexualrelations without love and long-term commitment. To preserve thehappiness of myself and others, I am determined to respect mycommitments and the commitments of others. I will do everything in mypower to protect children from sexual abuse and to protect couples andfamilies from being broken by sexual misconduct.Not cutting off the passions, for me now, after having gone from oneextreme to the other, is more like walking a fine line of integrity.When we deepen in our spiritual practice, our hearts become more andmore open. We have such rich and deep connections with people,
withone another, truly deep loving intimacy. So how to keep that dooropen, how to keep that heartfelt life there, but not be seduced by thepower and attraction of that intimacy?Because it is in that deepintimacy, of course, that sexual attraction and energy can arise andemerge. So how to maintain an integrity in that intimacy, and be trueto our feelings of love for one another, and not fall into that wellof sexual misconduct? My own job as a therapist and teacher, ofcourse, is to create deep connections of intimacy, and that doeshappen with many people, and it is certainly wonderful and rich.Wonderful connections with people are possible in that situation. ButI have many boundaries and ethics that I apply in those situations,particularly through my psychotherapy training. There are very strictethics around that relationship. You never engage in sexualrelationships with any client; even six months after you terminatewith a client, this is not OK. But while I can keep those strictboundaries and ethics there, when I am in those roles, outside ofthose roles it is more difficult for me. Then the heart is wide open;where then are the boundaries? I know my shadow is that I fall inlove all the time, with lots of people.Whatever emerges from our lives has its roots in Buddha-nature. Solet us gassh and be grateful for our sexuality, the creative energiesthat it releases to our receptive heart and mind. We do not need toblock our sexual energies, nor do we need to be a slave to them.Sexual energy in a loving committed relationship with its fusion oflove, play, magic, ecstasy, is life celebrating life. This respectfulcommunion of the sexual act may reveal the divine mystery rather thanjust simply be pleasurable, entertaining sensations. What makes thedifference is our intentions, our love, our faith, and the attitudesthat we bring to this experience. If we hold a reverence for life, anawareness of our interconnectedness and oneness, and we experience theother as none other than our very selves, the shared joy of lovemakingis a spiritual meeting of the flesh and spirit. The boundaries of aseparate self can fall away and life is making love with life. TheBuddha-tao is to be discovered in our daily lives, the sacred is to befound in the ordinary, and the ordinary in the sacred. ChristopherTitmuss was great on one-liners, and he said, The bedroom becomes atemple of joy, and the sacred truth can be found equally between thebedsheets as in the holy books. (I told you he was from the RedThread school.)There is a koan that I would like to finish with by Rainer Maria Rilke,just a short line out of a long poem, quoted in the book called TheEnlightened Heart:Isnt the secret intentof this great Earth, when it forces lovers together,that inside their boundless emotion all things may shudder with joy?May all beings venerate life as a state of deep spiritual intimacy.Here in the fields: just those young green fronds making their way outof the earth. This is so sensual and beautiful; this is the greatsensual nature all around us. Please enjoy it!(A Teisho given at the Spring Sesshin 1993, Gorricks Run Zendo)

Hoaxes and Urban Legends

// April 25th, 2006 // 1 Comment » // Uncategorized

If you scroll down you will find a mess of information contained in an email I just received. This is a “forwarded-forward” message about a supposed deposition from Oliver North during the Iran-Contra hearings given by Al Gore, in which Oliver North is reporting on spending $60,000 on a home security system to “protect his family from…Ossama Bin Ladin.”

It took me 15 seconds and a Google search to retrieve 5,467 hits identifying this message as an internet hoax.

I’m always amazed when people I actually know send me these forwards–>of forwards–>of forwarded email messages spreading messages of bigotry, hatred and fear without ever taking 15 seconds to validate the information before becoming one of the bigots themselves.

Like I said. These are people I know who mean well. Heck, my own mother has sent me these e-mail messages before and each and every one of them I check the content of the messages against the various internet hoax databases. More than 90% of them are bogus messages containing message of hatred and prejudice.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not big on the whole muslim terrorist thing, but I can see how “their” hatred of us is founded in a misaligned perception that all americans are gluttonous, selfish, uncharitable tyrants who must be put down because they cannot be reasoned with. Just like “our” hatred of them is founded in the fallacy that they are all ignorant, violence-loving, irrational terrorists.

We’re both wrong, and as long as we keep seeing things in terms of “us” and “them” we are destined to fail.

These chain letters are ignorant and beget more ignorance and global swallowing of the poison which will affect us all. Get past it. Past the ignorance. Past the hatred. Past the easy “hit-the-forward-button-and-pass-the-message” thought that you are somehow enlightening ANYONE by passing this nonsence forward.

It’s incorrect information.
It’s unsolicited.
It only serves to spread ignornance, hatred, seperation and further violence.

Stop it.
Check your sources.
Think.

*sigh* are we all this stupid???

Anyways…this is the message I sent in reply to the mess-of-information found at the bottom of this post.

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Hoaxes and Urban Legends: The Oliver North / Osama bin Ladin / Al Gore hoax
Whenever you receive an email that urges you to immediately forward that mail to everyone you know, there is a very good chance the email is a hoax. Please take the time to verify the message by doing a Google search before you send it on to anyone else. In most cases when you take an arbitrary sentence from the message and google for it you’ll end up with many hoax warning pages as the result.
The following email is one such hoax, but with a not so subtle political agenda. It claims that Oliver North warned of Osama bin Ladin during senate hearings in 1987 but that Senator Al Gore who questioned him was opposed to his proposed solution. This hoax has been around for several years. There’s no truth to it. Oliver North did not warn of Osama bin Laden during the Irangate hearings and he was not questioned by Al Gore. North himself set the facts straight in a public statment years ago. In a similar vein, the myth that 9/11 killer Mohammed Atta was previously released after bombing a bus in Israel is untrue, see the links below.

Please review:
Oliver Twisted (snopes.com)
Atta Boy (snopes.com)

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From: Tootie12JFT@aol.com
Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 08:18:25 EDT
Subject: Fwd: FW: Remember this?
To: ShulammiteRose@aol.com, SUGARBARE1023@aol.com, garlandsister1@yahoo.com, JanoLOVELY2@aol.com, Jesusandbarbara@aol.com, JoelJaque@aol.com, PhilomenaDV1@aol.com, Honybaybee@aol.com, szqu45@yahoo.com, KRoy785@aol.com, KATHIPS@aol.com, Tanise75@aol.com, MACCARPETMAN@aol.com, CATSNHARMONY@MSN.COM, chinadarrington@sbcglobal.net, COYOTE0321@JUNO.COM, crewsj@playhousesquare.com

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Subject: FW: Remember this?
Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:59:57 -0400
From: “Carmen Wingo -X (cwingo – Manpower at Cisco)”
To:

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From: dma451 [mailto:dma451@insightbb.com]
Sent: Sunday, March 26, 2006 1:27 PM
To: Loretta Evans; Dorene Baker; Jeanette Hartgraves; Joyce Baldwin; Edith Clark; Betty Cain; Jim Bartlett; Lori Gehlhausen; Denise Baker; Donna Beck
Subject: Fw: Remember this

—– Original Message —–
From: Robert Hawkins
To: Wilbur Turner ; ty holt ; tmcartor@indiana.edu ; PMCCLARY30@netscape.com ; Pavey, Donna Sue ; Patricia Stultz ; Orv Hunter ; myla.meadows@att.net ; Linda ; Jjemmons7@aol.com ; Jim Stockton ; Jack Hardy ; harold ; Dorothy May ; Donna ; Carol Mullis ; Carla Sims
Sent: Sunday, March 26, 2006 1:19 PM
Subject: Fw: Remember this?

—– Original Message —–
From: Chad & Susan Otto
To: Kathy Saliwonczyk ; Jo Clark ; Amanda R. Perkins ; Angi Brock ; Becky & Steve ; Cheryl B. ; Debbie Fox ; Duane Willliams ; Erin Mulhauser ; Heather Barbosa ; Jennifer Pemberton ; Keenan & Sabrina Yoho ; Lorri Terry ; Lorraine Woodard ; Patty ; rope ; Scott & Dawn ; Shannon Richardson ; stephen evans ; Susan Eash ; Tammy Pardue ; Ty Holt
Sent: Saturday, March 25, 2006 9:46 PM
Subject: Fw: Remember this?

—– Original Message —–
From:
Thought you might be interested in this forgotten bit of information……….

It was 1987! At a lecture the other day they were playing an old news video of Lt.Col. Oliver North testifying at the
Iran-Contra hearings during the Reagan Administration.

There was Ollie in front of God and country getting the third degree, but what he said was stunning!

He was being drilled by a senator; “Did you not recently spend close to $60,000 for a home security system?”

Ollie replied, “Yes, I did, Sir.”

The senator continued, trying to get a laugh out of the audience, “Isn’t that just a little excessive?”

“No, sir,” continued Ollie.

“No? And why not?” the senator asked.

“Because the lives of my family and I were threatened, sir.”

“Threatened? By whom?” the senator questioned.

“By a terrorist, sir” Ollie answered.

“Terrorist? What terrorist could possibly scare you that much?”

“His name is Osama bin Laden, sir” Ollie replied.

At this point the senator tried to repeat the name, but couldn’t pronounce it, which most people back then probably couldn’t. A couple of people laughed at the attempt. Then the senator continued. Why are you so afraid of this man?” the senator asked.

“Because, sir, he is the most evil person alive that I know of”, Ollie answered.

“And what do you recommend we do about him?” asked the senator.

“Well, sir, if it was up to me, I would recommend that an assassin team be formed to eliminate him and his men from the face of the earth.”

The senator disagreed with this approach, and that was all that was shown of the clip.

By the way, that senator was Al Gore!

Also:
Terrorist pilot Mohammad Atta blew up a bus in Israel in 1986. The Israelis captured, tried and imprisoned him. As part of the Oslo agreement with the Palestinians in 1993, Israel had to agree to release so-called “political prisoners.”

However, the Israelis would not release any with blood on their hands. The American President at the time, Bill Clinton, and his Secretary of State, Warren Christopher, “insisted” that all prisoners be released.

Thus Mohammad Atta was freed and eventually thanked the US by flying an airplane into Tower One of the World Trade Center. This was reported by many of the American TV networks at the time that the terrorists were first identified.
It was censored in the US from all later reports.

If you agree that the American public should be made aware of this fact, pass this on.

Subject: 9/11

Do Not Break – it is 3 years strong

This is why I always say I love YOU….

This has not been broken since 9/11/01, please keep it going…
This has been kept alive and moving since 9/11. In memory of all those who perished this morning; the passengers and the pilots on the United Air and AA flights, the workers in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and all the innocent bystanders. Our prayers go out to the friends and families of the deceased.

Send this to at least 10 people to show your support.

PLEASE DON’T BREAK IT!!!!!!

Carol A. Lingelbach

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and another one bites the dust…

// April 24th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized


Anne M. Pennell

TALLMADGE–Anne M. Pennell, age 23, passed away April 21, 2006.

Anne was born in Akron and lived in the Akron/Tallmadge area, prior to that she lived in Torrance Calif. and Phoenix, Ariz. She was employed by Einstein Bros. Bagel Co., attended Univ. of Akron, was talented and very passionate about her art, and enjoyed reading.

Anne was preceded in death by her maternal grandmother, Marie Starks and is survived by her mother, Carolyn and stepfather, Mark Munhall of Scottsdale, Ariz.; sisters, Victoria and Elizabeth Munhall of Scottsdale, Ariz.; maternal grandfather, Karl Starks of Tallmadge; father, Larry Pennell (Diana) of Brimfield; paternal grandmother, Eleanor Pennell of Brimfield; and many loving aunts, uncles, and cousins.

Friends may call at the DONOVAN FUNERAL HOME, 17 SOUTHWEST AVE., TALLMADGE (On the Historic Tallmadge Circle) from 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. Further services will be held at the convenience of the family in Scottsdale, Arizona. In lieu of other remembrances donations may be given to the Interval of Brotherhood Homes, 3445 S. Main St., Akron, Ohio 44319

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Feeling the Crimp

// April 24th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

Sunday night and I have so much that I want to write, but not enough time to actually get it all down on paper. Not all of it I even understand, but I have this feeling, this generally feeling of malaise. It happens usually before I set out to unconsciously fuck something up. Work, school, relationships, life. Something, who knows. Part of me wonders it talking about it would improve my chances of getting through it, and another part of me just knows that it is what it is, and all the talk in the word is for shite anyways.

So, my cousin TJ got married on Saturday and I’m just pleased as punch for him. TJ is about 10 years my junior and I’m really happy that he’s normal and has found someone that he wanted to marry and after years of dating is doing so. Its these little things, like marriage or having kids, the things that everyone things is such a normal part of life, that we take for granted. Only when marriage doesn’t find us, or we learn we’re unable to have children, that we begin to understand what an incredible thing these things are.

I’m trying to keep on top of things. Get settled into the new place and keep up with my studies and tasks and things of this accord, and I’m feeling a bit o the old “squeeze” lately. I enjoy spending time with my new friend, but I’m sensing that it’s a little too much, too soon. Often I feel that he’s at my place waiting for me to be free. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy his company, and I know that my life is really packed in terms of function, tasks and recreational activities. His is less so and he want me to know that when I have time, he wants to be with me…

I’ve been alone for so many years, I don’t think I know how to have a relationship. I’m a mom and I’ve always been a single parent to her, so she’s ALWAYS come first and foremost in my relationships to any others. That completely cuts of most relationships before they even start. I had pretty much resolved myself to the fact that I’m not really able to form a real relationship until Mia is grown. I figure that if I’m still alive in 2016, that I might try to figure out how to date then. This new guy was unexpected, and it was unexpected how easy it is to be with him.

So, I don’t know. It just feels weird right now. Communicate, China. That’s the best way to deal with things, right.

Test Message

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In looking around the place, somewhat sadly, I quickly realized that I preferred the black and white photos of the Giant Rock as it appeared in the so-called halcyon days. The way it was before it was scarred with graffiti, with even the exposed sparkling granite interior spray-painted with swastikas, ‘occult’ clichés and some pimply tweaker’s homage to “Slayer.”
The natural cone of receptivity was now the hangout of meth-heads and crazies – a snapshot of man’s destructive nature with half-burnt mattresses, rusty deteriorated grills, assorted waste, and bullet-riddled empty beer cans. Anonymous desert rats on noisy dirt bikes and colorful three-wheelers trample over what remains of the sandy airstrip’s shack, oblivious to the fact that a mere fourteen steps below, some fifty years ago, an apostle of the new age named George Van Tassel received messages from advanced beings via the omni-beam. In fact, so vandalized was the place now that I even began to doubt the prediction of 1950s showman-psychic, Criswell that World War III would begin here. What was it that Aura Rhanes from the planet Clarion had said regarding man’s future: “The water of your desert will mostly be tears.”

Story – Entropy and Winter – Written by China Krys Darrington

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Story – Entropy and Winter – Written by China Krys Darrington
“it can?t happen here…but take a look around…at the cities…at the towns..the knife…the gun…broken bottle, petrol bomb…there is no sleeping when the watchmen come?”
She sucked, taking a long drag on the clove kretek. Exhaling, to draw the smoke back into her nose. Her memory battling her to remember the heavy threads of opium smoke she once found herself entangled to. She remembered Alexi Michael. Her intimate companion and mentor. A teacher so swift in his action and discipline that her head spun to keep up with him. In time, however she pushed herself to be a willing and capable partner. He was a teacher, sent for a time, to train her, and when she had completed this phase of her education he had withdrawn and she was forced to use every new facet of her self-discipline to keep from groveling in his pursuit…

HumidCity BlogPost on PostK Carpetbagging in NOLA

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http://humidcity.blogspot.com/2006/04/carpetbaggers.html

Carpetbaggers

Alrighty then, its time for more imported joy down here in New Orleans! It is Easter weekend, Convergence 12 has just started, and the levees are still woefully inadequate. Of all the myriad topics I could address one in particular seems to be most on my mind: imported filth.

Now only a fool would not appreciate the folks who are honestly here to help. I have met so many good people trying to alleviate the trials we are going through and it truly touches my heart. The following statements are not about them. I am going to talk about the useless and the scumbags.

For example, I was standing on Esplanade and Rampart a few days ago and was approached by a skinny white guy (reasonably well dressed) with a thick VA accent. He wanted directions too St. Claude Ave. As I started to answer him he leaned in close and asked me, “is that niggertown?” I told him to f*ck off and went back to work. Five minutes later he accosted a co-worker who gave him the brush off as well, he walked off proclaiming loudly that, “this whole place should be called niggertown!”

If you are here to cast racial slurs, tell us how screwed up we are, turn a profit doing substandard work because you can get away with it, or otherwise show yourself to be a waste of protoplasm then GO AWAY! We have no need of your “niggertown,” perspective, your dangerous driving habits, drunken accosting of our women, or other behavious that belong in the old west. BE NICE OR LEAVE! Period. We have enough problems without the lowbrow BS that does nothing but make you and your home state look bad while adding insult to the injuries we have already sustained. Almost every negative interaction I have had with anyone since returning in late Oct has involved people with accents foreign to our city. And by the way, I may be a white uptowner but I do not tolerate the racist garbage I hear spewed forth on a regular basis. Take it elsewhere, you are a primitive throwback and an embarassment to our species.

My most profuse thanks to all the good people who are trying to help us, you are truly appreciated. For the new breed of carpetbaggers I have nothing but disdain and contempt.

Sidenote 1: I would like to welcome the Convergence crowd to New Orleans, its great to see y’all! There are two communities/subcultures that have always had a love of New Orleans, the music community and the goths. Many people may look at you oddly for your black leather, studs, tattoos, and crazy hairsyles but I know you are here because you love my city. Thank you for coming down.

Sidenote 2: The new gutterpunks. Uniformly from out of town these worthless cretins are of a more violent breed than the street kids we had around Pre-K. A new variety of carpetbaggers they infest the streets and (unlike their Pre-K predecessors) enact violence upon our residents. You are also invited to get the hell out of Dodge. (Once again I offer a link to the LiveJournal New Orleans Community Discussion where a vibrant and ongoing debate about these kids still rages unabated. Read for yourself the viewpoints of those who have had encounters with them.) There is no room in New Orleans for people who will not work right now. You can be underage, illegal and completely lacking in skills and still get work making $10/hour or more due to the labor shortage, there is no excuse. And rumors are begining of a Guardian Angels cell forming here to put a stop to it….

Passion of New Orleans

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www.thumbprint.net – Passion of New Orleans

Passion of New Orleans
by china krys darrington

Looking into the windows of this world. History of a city built on corruption and hedonism. Search for the New World and New Orleans was built. Fifteen feet below sea level in a swamp. But the Mississippi surrounds us with its power and grace. The fury of fire and flood has destroyed this city entirely five times since 1820. Each time the city has enough passion and love to recreate itself. A phoenix rising from the ash and the mire. The majick to enchant the river enough not to drown us. The rains caring enough to wash our city clean from thyme to thyme. The oaks are rampant down here. The minute seeds planted in our swamp lands have taken root. The oaks line the streets and cover us from intense glare of the overhead sun. The oaks protect our inhibitants from the days penetrating gaze.

www.thumbprint.net – Passion of New Orleans

The CHORONZON MACHINE

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The CHORONZON MACHINE is NOW A FILM. The original footage from the already spectacular live production has been edited, deconstructed and reconstructed and enhanced with effects, animations, and diverse studio-recorded music.
The first ever feature-length film of a MetaMorphic Ritual Theatre Production.

The DVD (cover design above) was launched in Melbourne (Australia) on April 1st (’06) at The Chapel Perilous together with ‘In Mata’s Pyre’, the new Book of Orryelle’s INDIA JOURNALS ’05

The CHORONZON MACHINE FILM -which features the Fool’s Journey through the Tarot major arcana- screened at this April Fool’s Day launch.

A DVD of the film is now available with credit card ($11 US through CCNOW secure online transactions- which will convert your currency and also accepts Paypal), or send a cheque or money order made out to Geoff Day, of $16 AU within Australia, or from anywhere else $16 US or equivalent in your currency (prices include postage), to:

INSPIRALink.
P.O. Box 2149
Fitzroy B.C.
Vict. 3065
Australia

TRUTH HERE DWELLS – A Maatian Shamanic Rite

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TRUTH HERE DWELLS A Maatian Shamanic Rite

– Aion 131
In the Forest
Find the Place of Power
Here
Offer a Treasure to the Placespirit:
RETURN TO THE LAND
THIS
IN HONOR AND THANKS AND LOVE
RETURN TO THE LAND
THAT THE WORDS BE RIGHT
THAT THE FEELING BE TRUE
THAT THE POWER BE BALANCED
RETURN TO THE LAND
ALL THAT HINDERS, TWISTS AND BLOCKS
ALL
RETURNS TO THE LAND
Walk the Spiral Dance inward
Humming the Tune Of Thistimeplacerite
Feel/see/be the energy flow
If not, spiral OUT and leave…
If yes, then collect 5 stones as you spiral
Stop & be center
Sink roots
Sprout and feel saying:
HERE, NOW, PLACE & TIME
TRUTH WILL DWELL
Dig a hole& Hum the No-Thing
cast the dirt away, humming:
CLEAR, CLEAR, CLEAR…EMPTY
Scry the shadow-hole
hum the no-thing
It is Clear & Empty:
THERE IS NO-THING
THIS IS TRUTH
THERE IS NO THOUGHT-WORD-DEED
THIS IS TRUTH-IN-ACTION
IT IS…NOT
Take up the stones
Handle & Name them
feel the truth of these words:
ATTACHMENT TO LIFE
ATTACHMENT TO FEELING
ATTACHMENT TO BODY
ATTACHMENT TO THINGS
ATTACHMENT TO EGO
Throw 1,2,3,4 to S, W, N, E:
LIES CAST OUT
RETURN TO THE LAND
DECEPTIONS CAST OUT
RETURN TO THE LAND
UNTRUTHS CAST OUT
RETURN TO THE LAND
FALSEHOODS CAST OUT
RETURN TO THE LAND
Drop the Ego stone behind you:
...WORK TO BE DONE
RETURN TO THE LAND…
All empty, silent, earthed
Embrace the E, N, W, S, UP, DOWN
hum, chant, suck, mudra the currents into the hole
The truth-empty-root-currents song comes and:
TRUTH FLOWS IN
A WIND !
TRUTH FLOWS IN
AN EARTHQUAKE!
TRUTH FLOWS IN
A FLOOD!
TRUTH FLOWS IN
LIGHTENING!
TRUTH POURS IN
TRUTH POURS IN
TRUTH POURS IN
Scry the shadow hole
See Truth
Sing the Song you See there
Plant what you Will To Plant
With the Secret Words you Hear
Bury it
Kiss the Earth
Make the Secret Sigil then Revealed
Upon the Earth
TRUTH BE HERE
TRUTH BE HERE
TRUTH BE HERE
GROW, FLOWER
FLOW WITH POWER
TRUTH BE HERE
Dance the completed Spiral out
Carrying the Ego stone
Hum the Completion tune
Hum the Thanks to All tune
Laugh, hug a tree & shed excess energy
Leave.
X
*Note: Ego stone can be kept as reminder, returned to earth, added to a sacred pile or left at a shrine.

Ille Ferrum De Horus by Frater M.E.D.

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The Sword of Horus
Ille Ferrum De Horus
by Frater M.E.D.
Kenneth Grant: Part 1

“There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.”
– Liber AL vel Legis Sub Figura CCXX, II.27
“But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!”
– CCXX II.34
“There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!”
– CCXX III.2
“Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.”
– CCXX III.3

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
For years I have watched Mr. Kenneth Grant, Aossic Aiwass, 718, O.H.O. of the O.T.O., as he styles himself, both in ways exoteric and esoteric, and I think that now is the time to Adjust the Scales of Balance by taking a look at this chap from an altogether, hitherto ignored, perspective.
In Magick Without Tears, the Beast 666 tells us (by way of a letter to an often confused sister of the Order) that the ultimate secret of the Ordo Templi Orientis could be used by the Black Brothers but that they would only succeed in destroying themselves with it. According to Grant, Crowley had regretted that Austin Osman Spare had become a Black Brother by

“‘shutting himself up in a tower and immersing himself in the Pool of Narcissus’, by which Crowley meant that Spare had resorted almost exclusively to the use of the magical formula known in the O.T.O. as the VIII°.”

That is to say, somewhat crudely, magical masturbation. It should here be noted that one of the greatest influences upon Grant, aside from voodoo, the Black Snake Cult, and other things which we will not go into here, has been the work of Austin Osman Spare. It should also be noted, and I refer the reader to pages 109 through 117 of Magick Without Tears (Llewellyn Publications, 1973 E.V., Letter No. 12), that a Black Magician and a Black Brother are not the same thing and should not be confused. Crowley compares them to the sneak thief and a Hitler, respectively. He tells us that one who is about to become a Black Brother constantly restricts himself, satisfied with very limited ideas and is afraid of losing his precious individuality. He goes on to say that the Black Brother probably deserts his Angel when he realizes just what must be done, i.e. the destruction of the ego and all that pertains to it, and that, perhaps, from the very beginning, it is actually his Evil Genius which he has evoked. When this is done the man breaks off all relations with the Supernal Triad and attempts to replace it by inventing a False Crown of Daäth, as it is called in Qabalistic literature. To such men as these, that is, Black Brothers, Knowledge is everything and A.C. reminds us that this Knowledge is nothing but the very soul of Illusion. These adepts-gone-wrong, as it were, abstaining from the true nourishment of the Supernal Triad, lose their structual unity and must then be fed by continual doses of dope in miserable self-preservation. They declare Choronzon to be the child of Understanding and Wisdom, when in fact “he” is the shell or excrement of the Supernal Triad, and the bastard of the Svastika. What A.C. then tells us is most important for he says that Daäth and Choronzon are the Whirlpool and the Leviathan which is written of in the Holy Qabalah.
Consider all of this as a prologue from the highest possible authority of Thelema and the 93 Current once incarnate upon this plane. Now let us examine Mr. Kenneth Grant through three of his books.
In The Magical Revival (Samuel Weiser, Inc., N.Y., 1973 E.V.), on page 2, Grant writes,

“Although having drawn upon these and other obscure sources [A.O.S., the Vama Marg, i.e. the Left Hand Path, etc. - M.E.D.], I have not overstepped the limits beyond which the occultist trespasses on grounds as unsafe to himself as to others.”

A very nice way to open a very informative book, but it seems to me that perhaps Grant has taken but one step too many and had indeed overstepped those limits. As I have said, this book, as all of Mr. Grant’s books, is very informative. Kenneth Grant is undeniably a very Knowledgeable man – and I stress that word and point out its root: KNOWLEDGE. This book is very good, certainly one of the best (if one of the few) Thelemic works ever published since the death of Aleister Crowley, although considering others this is not necessarily saying much, but in it certain odd things will be seen to emerge. One such thing is his growing obsession with the Dog Star, Sothis or Sirius. In a footnote on page 8, for example, he writes:

“The initials A.·.A.·. stand for Argenteum Astrum (the Silver Star). This is the Star of Set or Sothis (Sirius) …”
On page 52 he says that
“Crowley unequivocally [i.e. clearly - M.E.D.] identifies his Holy Guardian Angel with Sothis … or Set-Isis: ‘Aiwaz is not a mere formula,’”
he continues, quoting A.C.,
“‘like many Angelic names, but it is the true, most ancient name of the God of the Yezidi, and thus returns to the highest antiquity. Our work therefore is historically authentic; the rediscovery of the Sumerian tradition.’”

Now I won’t contest that A.C. actually said that, though I am sure he was thinking in ever ascending spiral cycles instead of flat circular cycles, but exactly how such a statement as this can Unequivocally identify Aiwaz with Sothis is beyond me. You may note that in this book Grant loves to use the word “unequivocally” often, especially when in connection with something A.C. is supposed to have, and may have, said, in order to prove one of Grant’s hazy points. You will also note that what is clear to him is not quite so clear to anyone who is capable of clear thinking and who possesses an inquiring mind.
On page 55, speaking again of this star, Sothis, he says that

“This is the One Star in Sight which forms the title of Crowley’s Manifesto of the A.·.A.·. …”

It is quite possible that A.C. did consider a special relationship between Aiwass and the Dog Star, but one thing is certain, the One Star in Sight is not any “thing” such as a star in the physical universe. The One Star in Sight is One’s own Holy Guardian Angel, True Self, Genius. “Every man and every woman is a star.” (CCXX I.3) Union with this “Star” is the only true goal in magick and once one has attained to that union the aspirant becomes one with the Order of the A.·.A.·., i.e. the aspirant becomes the Argenteum Astrum. One would almost think that with these ideas and many others, sometimes cleverly stated, Mr. Grant is actually trying to mislead the aspirant away from his Angel. Is this not exactly what we would expect from a Black Brother, who himself has abandoned his Angel and evoked his Evil Genius in its stead?
On page 78 Grant tells us that

“The thyroid gland, in the region of the larynx, is backed by the Visudha Chakra [which is attributed to Daäth - M.E.D.]. This gland, in its active state, enhances sensitivity and renders the individual hypersensitive to all kinds of physical, astral and mental sensation. If this gland is over stimulated there is danger of megalomania …”

Remember who it is who is telling you this, the one and only Outer Head of the Order, that Order being the One True Order, the Ordo Templi Orientis, or so Grant claims.
Throughout the book it is obvious that Grant is very interested in the reversal ideas of C. S. Jones (please see Liber Casus Astrum vel XCVIII of TNN I.2), the back turning of A.O.S., and the inbetweeness of fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft. From this debris Grant is destined to develope his Otherside of the Tree, but more of that later. As I have said, we will examine Spare’s Zos Kia Cultus and the others at another time as we are here limited in sp
ace.
Grant constantly misunderstands many things. To clear one such misunderstanding up: A.C. did not believe that he was the only “Beast”. The term itself merely implies that one is a priest of Thelema in the New Æon of Horus. However, he was the only “Beast 666″, that is the First Beast spoken of in Apocalypse and the first priest of the present æon.
Grant also misunderstands such things as the nature of an Ipsissimus, and what else can we expect – for he had already overstepped the limits of safety and thus we might expect him to be easily beguiled, subtly at first, by those forces which he was dealing with, i.e. the qliphothic forces. On page 210, for instance, he tells us that the Great Work

“will be achieved by a willed congress with extra-terrestrial entities of which, in a sense, Aiwaz is the immediate messenger to humanity.”

Can Aiwaz (or Aiwass) be rightly called “extra-terrestrial”? Or would “he” best be described as “suprahuman” or perhaps “preterhuman”? Is Grant confusing (note: confusing) beings such as Aiwass, whose abode, so to speak, is the Supernal Triad, with those non-beings, those shells, that excreta whose abode is in the qliphothic realms, the entrance to which is through the whirlpool of Daäth? Of the qliphoth Grant says in his glossary:

“…[it is] the name given to a world or plane of soulless entities that, as such, are not truly living, but merely lingering shells of once conscious persons … the magician is warned against trafficking with them in any way. Also of the Qliphoth are the more dangerous remnants of once highly organized elementals that drag out a twilight existence by vampirizing the living.”

It seems that this particular magician, Grant, ignored the warning. Before this in his glossary, Grant wrote:

“… Crossing the Abyss is the most critical stage upon the Spiritual Path. If the crossing is not achieved cleanly, insanity – temporary or permanent – results. A person can spend the best part of an incarnation being torn to pieces by the unresolved and irrational elements of his nature …”

I further refer the reader to several pages concerning the Abyss, Daäth and the Black Brothers, in Magick in Theory and Practice, indexed in the Samuel Weiser edition. I stress the importance of the study of such passages and others in the hope that the aspirants heed the warning and step carefully upon the Path of the Wise. In these pages Crowley tells us that in the Abyss all impressions are disconnected; that Reason is ultimately identified with the Abyss; that it is the crown of the mind, wherein all purely intellectual faculties are obtained; that it has no number because all is confusion. The Master Therion, not only from his vast intellectual attainments, but mostly from his personal experience, tells us that from the Abyss Nemo (No Man) comes forth for he has destroyed all that he is and all that he had been upon crossing (note: crossing) the Abyss and that a star is cast forth to enlighten the Earth. On the other hand, they who fail to cross the Abyss, and that implies to cross over the whirlpool called Daäth, make for themselves a false crown of the abominable horror of the Abyss and set the Dispersion of Choronzon upon their brows; they clothe themselves in form; shut themselves off to “external” influences, both above and beneath the Abyss. He also goes on to say, in many places, that though these Black Brothers may gain much, they will eventually topple like the rotting towers that they are and that their shreds, all that is left of them, will be strewn in the Abyss and lost forever. In Liber VII it is said that the aspirant must await the sword of the Beloved (i.e. the H.G.A.) and submit himself to the final stroke. It is this final destruction of Knowledge (Knowledge = Daäth = the throat centre) that opens the gate to the City of Pyramids, the next Grade of 8°=3°, Master of the Temple, and allows the aspirant to cross the Abyss and truly Become an Adept of the A.·.A.·.. But let us pass on from the words of A.C. as well as The Magical Revival and move forward in the stream of time to Cults of the Shadow (Samuel Weiser, Inc., 1976 E.V.)
Here Grant is beginning to show even more fascination with the Vama Marg, La Couleuvre Noire, and the Zos Kia Cultus. Again he begins a book with a prophetic saying:

“But if the sexual energies are not properly controlled and polarized, destruction awaits the practitioner who uses them without fully understanding the formula of the Left Hand Path which is, of all paths, the swiftest and the most dangerous.”

It should also be noted that his style of writing begins to change, to become more complex. His thoughts and ideas start to show a greater amount of Knowledge, but a good bit of confusion of expression creeps in as well. His footnotes are also increasing in size and number. Still, the book is quite valuable and should be studied with care by Thelemic students.
In Cults it seems that he began, in earnest, to play etymological and numerological games with words to prove his point. His sentences often convey the truth, but in such a way that the truth is obscured and the student is misled. For example, he tells us that “The Great Mother” was “degraded” to “The Great Whore”. Actually this is not so. The ideal of “Whore” was degraded. According to the Rev. Walter W. Skeat’s A Concise Etymological Dictionary of the English Language, the “w” in “whore” is unoriginal and that it was originally “hore”; “hora”, an adultress, feminine; “horr”, an adulterer, masculine, and related in meaning to such words as the Latin “carus”: loving, to love, I love, etc. (and Skeat goes on to say that it is certainly not allied to “hire”!). The point is that, though in a minor way, Grant has misled the unwary reader.
On pages 109 – 110, Aossic (which is, by the way, also the name of the entity that he claims is the source of much of his Knowledge) writes:

“The unenlightened are incapable of controlling their sense when swamped by the sudden access of power that freedom bestows. This is patent in mundane situations involving money, fame, authority, etc. How much more devastating is the result in cases of unbalanced spiritual illumination will be appreciated by those who have successfully performed even the simplest magical exercise. Success inflates the ego, the ego seizes more than it can properly assimilate, and the resulting implosion is correspondingly catastrophic.”

Unfortunately for Mr. Grant, his books have become quite successful and he is well known for his editing and assistance in the publication of many works by Aleister Crowley. Has success gone to Kenneth Grant’s head?
Page 113:

“the ultimate goal … requires the total abolition of personality and egoidal consciousness.”

I ask, has Mr. Grant accomplished this? I believe that the last book here to be discussed proves that he has not. But let us continue for a while with this book.
Grant loves to prove his point – no matter what he has to do to prove it. To do this in several instances he spells Od in Hebrew, Aleph, Vau, Daleth (AVD), which comes to the numeration of eleven (1 + 6 + 4 = 11), and Ob, Aleph, Vau, Beth (AVB), which equals 9 (1 + 6 + 2). It would seem that the “O” would be better represented by the Hebrew A’ain (or Ayin), giving the numerations of 74 (OD) and 72 (OB), and it should be noted that in Sepher Sephiroth Grant’s AVB is spelled OB (A’ain, Beth) and equals 72, and it should also be noted that 74 + 72 = 146, which is the numeration of SVPh, or Soph, Limit, End; Boundless, as in Ain SOPH Aur.
Throughout Cults it can also be seen that Grant makes reference to the “Inner” O.T.O. and similar subtle references, meaning, naturally, that he is of and head of the Inner Order of the O.T.O.. To me this seems like Mr. Grant has failed to enter the A.·.A.·. and, as a Black Brother, dons the False Crown of Daäth. He has created a false Inner Order, a false A.·.A.·. out of that which he calls the O.T.O..
On
page 140, unable to answer the Riddle of AL, Chapter II, Verse 76, he frustratingly begins to make himself look important (much in the tradition of A. E. Waite) by jumping into all kinds of Qabalistic and pseudo-qabalistic figuring that eventually comes to nothing. Consider this: II x 76 = 152 = HMVTzIA, The Bringing-forth One; or this: II + 76 = 78 = AIVAS, Aiwass, MZLA, Mezla, the Influence from Kether … and so on.
He is intrigued with Jones’ idea concerning the meaning of the word “manifestation” in The Book of the Law, i.e. that it refers to “Ma-Ion”. (Personally I think this goes to show just how much of a dunderhead Jones was. It would seem more natural to separate the word by its syllables, thus, if anything, obtaining “Man-Tion”, whatever that is supposed to imply.) Anyway, Grant thinks that the word “Secret” and “Secretion” (Secret-ion) may have some importance, and there is little doubt that he is correct. But again his basic obsessiveness takes charge and he sees too much of one thing at the expense of other things.
On page 166 Grant actually compares Krishnamurti and Crowley. Can you imagine how A.C. would have felt about that! While page 169 of this book says:

“Daäth … sometimes called the ‘false Sephira’…is the gateway of egress to the outerspaces beyond, or behind, the Tree itself.”

Here is where Mr. Grant truly becomes a ‘false prophet’ as envisioned by John in Revelation.

“The use of the backward paths of the Tree and the evocation of the Shadows are fraught with danger because, as noted, the qliphoth haunt those paths, many of which are dead-ends and without egress. To be trapped in any of them is to surrender one’s consciousness to the most baleful influences that a magician is ever likely to encounter. Madness and death claim those who stray into them. Also, being without outlet, if force is directed along these paths it recoils inevitably upon the magician like a boomerang charged with the additional force of the evil influences which it has gathered in its flight.”

I really do not intend to go any further with this book here. If you have not already studied it, do so. It is a very “knowledgeable” book. If you have read it, read it again with the ideas I am conveying to you kept in mind. You will, I am sure, find many other examples that fit in well with the ideas here relayed.
Finally, let us move on to Kenneth Grant’s third book. I have been told, by the way, by one of Grant’s followers, that he is at present working on another book. However, after reading this third volume I doubt very much if I want to see another book by him. Could we beg that he only publish as much of the Crowley material that he possesses that has not yet been published, and spare us any further personal revelations?
Nightside of Eden – I keep thinking Nightshade, you know, the poison – (Frederick Muller Limited, London, 1977 E.V.) quite frankly gave me a splitting headache. But I am a diehard and studied through this book, very carefully, to the bitter end. What I found was this: the book does indeed contain a handful of gems, which are, unfortunately, immersed in tons upon tons of qliphothic sewage. His information on the qliphothic forces is very informative, however, it should be remembered that, as he stated on page 152, “My sources of information are the Qliphoth, the names and sigils of which are given in Crowley’s Liber CCXXXI.” Do you really think that his sources, especially those sources, would actually be unbiased? The major problem with this book is one of being able to distinguish between fact and fancy, truth and deception. These ingredients are mixed, I must say, expertly. And there the danger lies for the student! It is true that the aspirant should contact the qliphothic elements within himself and deal with them, one by one, until he has purified, so to speak, his vehicle for higher advancement beyond the need for the vehicle. However, Grant has madly leaped within the very centre of Daäth and has naturally been sucked down through that whirlpool and into the qliphothic world of shells. In my humble opinion, he has not mastered the qliphothic elements within himself, but rather has he given himself over to them, allowing himself to be the slave of slaves while thinking, no doubt, that he is the king of kings. I am sure that he is convinced of his motives, that in his eyes they are just and righteous, but he has been beguiled into believing just that. He has, again in my opinion, become the puppet of the qliphothic forces, a Black Brother, and a source of nourishment for the soulless shells. This is all fine and good. If this be his Will, or if he believes that this is his Will, then so be it. We are informed by the Beast 666 himself that self-destruction is the final outcome. But it is not only his life, his Self, his will that motivates me to write such an article as this. What of those students out there, still young and immature, still innocent and easily beguiled, who will be irresistibly drawn forth by his words towards the brink of the Abyss? They may well come to realize what is happening to them, but they may also be unable to halt their movement towards the Abyss, due to momentum, their ignorance in technical matters, and the unbelievable strength of attraction of that whirlpool called Daäth. Why do I write this article? To save souls? Nay! If an aspirant falls he falls. But if a word by one man can cause him to fall, to keep things perfectly Balanced, perhaps a word from another man can prevent the aspirant from falling.
Let us return to The Nightside of Eden.
Grant’s obsessions are becoming stronger and more apparent in this book. His style has become so unbelievably confusing that he is nearly unreadable. His footnotes have gotten way out of hand, and only serve to mislead the reader more and more. His word and number games have become so ridiculous that some people have actually become disgusted with gematria and etymology, thinking that Grant represents the tower of authority on these subjects. Some examples (and there are better, or worse, as the case may be): Page 10, “The name of this god (Thoth) is equivalent to Doth (Daäth) …” And I suppose that Thoth is an old dust rag because it is equivalent to Cloth, which actually makes more sense than his supposition. He also constantly twists the reader’s head about with such things as: “Furthermore, 393 + 666 = 1059, which is one less than MShKN (Meshken), ‘the Tabernacle’, and two less than 1061, ‘Sunset’.” – page 73; “122 is one more than SATAN.” – page 74; and on Page 86, “Noh, 125, is one more than ODN, Eden …” This one-more-one-less thing is NOT gematria. It is not qabalah. It is the product of a mind so loaded with Knowledge that it is tripping over itself in its mad flight to prove that it is the supreme mind of the universe.
On page 8 Grant warns us that

“To go astray in this Desert of Set [i.e. the Abyss - M.E.D.] is to become what is known as a Black Brother.”

Mr. Grant said that, and it is exactly what he has done. He has not crossed the Abyss, but wandered into the Abyss until he was finally sucked down to the qliphothic realms (his “otherside of the Tree”) through the vortex called Daäth. Again, let me say that it is not his life that I care about in the least. Let him do as he pleases with his own life. The Rights of Man give him the right to live as he will and die as he will. But he exceeds those rights when he actually attempts to lure the innocent into his new world, the World of Shells.
Page 145,

“The eleventh power-zone, Daäth, is attributed to Uranus and is the Abode of the Black Brothers, when viewed from the sphere of Malkuth (Earth). The Black Brothers are represented phenomenally by those who view the universe as an objective reality. The Scientists are their prototypes. Daäth being the Gate of the Abyss is the point both of ingress into noumenon and of egress into phenomena: in other words it is the gateway of the manifestation of non-manifestation.”

Italics in this quotation a
bove are mine, made to emphasize just how he intends to mislead the would-be aspirant. And believe me, all scientists are not so limited in their ways of thinking. That is a rash generalization.
His concept of the Tree of Life is intereting: The Otherside of the Tree. This “otherside” business conveys the idea of a flat, two-dimensional Tree, or at best, a three-dimensional object. there is no “otherside”. The Tree of Life, in the first place, is only a diagram created for the better comprehension of abstract realities. It is not in itself a reality. What it does imply is not a two or three-dimensional idea, but rather a multi-dimensional concept of constantly flowing energy, for want of a better word, and thus it has no “sides” at all.
Grant also speaks of the “Tunnels of Set”, roughly, though not exactly, paralleling the Paths of the “front side” of the Tree – according to him. Here it can be seen that he may not necessarily see the Tree (Otz Chiim) as a two or three-dimensional object, yet his conception is still absurd in its immature limitations and is thus highly misleading. That is the important word: “mis-leading”. Mr. Grant has severed his connections with the Supernal Triad, abandoned his Angel and evoked his Evil Genius. He has been beguiled by the qliphothic forces. He has forsaken the “Higher” for the “lower”; abandoned Reason entirely by completelyl succumbing to it and thus becoming totally Unreasonable; he has wandered too long in the Abyss, building a monster out of his ego, and allowing it and the qliphoth to control him; he has allowed his mind to become a vehicle for confusion and dispersion, and then he plunged himself, madly, headlong into that powerful Charybdian whirlpool, the surest entrance into the qliphothic realms, Daäth, and worse, dissatisfied with his own utter destruction, he now exists for the sole purpose of enlisting others into the ranks of the qliphoth and the Black Brotherhood. (All of this is, of course, my own opinion, from my own Point of View – I politely add.)
In Grant’s O.T.O. recruitment sheet it is stated that the O.T.O. (i.e. his version of the Ordo Templi Orientis) does not put the brethren under any financial obligations, and this may very well be true. However, money does not move all men. In some cases, men are moved by ego-gratification. Furthermore, this sheet states that the O.T.O. does not undertake the training of what he calls novices. Still, I have communicated with many of Mr. Grant’s O.T.O. members, and though I have found some who are quite charming, intelligent, and not obsessed by Knowledge (yet?!), I have found many others who are not particularly intelligent (and remember, intelligence can be great without the presence of great knowledge), very neurotic and/or paranoid, and positively obsessed by one kind of Knowledge or another. (And it should be noted that obsession goes far beyond dedication.)
I truly hope that “Like attracts like”, because I would hate to see possibly sincere and dedicated Thelemites seduced to follow Mr. Grant’s path. Therefore I have written this all too brief article.
As for the books mentioned in this article – I recommend them not only for the relevant and worthwhile material within their pages, but also as a study in the pathological states of mind which can lead to Self-destruction. I would also like to thank Samuel Weiser, Inc. and Frederick Muller Ltd. for giving me permission to quote passages from these three books. Their kindness and efficiency in dealing with me will always be appreciated.
Finally I would like to stress that I care nothing for Mr. Grant and all that he does to his life, however, I do care for the innocents who could be but never shall become if led astray by these qliphothic machinations. And of course I care very much about how Mr. Grant is misrepresenting Aleister Crowley and Thelema by way of his books.
Beware! Be careful! DECIDE FOR YOURSELF.
Love is the law, love under will.

The readers of the above article are also strongly advised to read the brief article entitled “The Dangers of Mysticism” by Aleister Crowley and published in The Equinox, Volume I, Number 6, pages 153 to 158 of the 1975 E.V. Samuel Weiser edition. If it has already been read, it should be re-read.
– Editor
(TNN I.6.5-11, 10/24/78 E.V.)

Kenneth Grant and the Typhonian Ordo Templi Orientis

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Kenneth Grant and the
Typhonian Ordo Templi Orientis

by P.R. Koenig
Edited and with annotations by James M. Martin

Attention: this was written in 1991 and therefore does not include the recently discovered document and pertinent discussions: Aleister Crowley appointing Kenneth Grant as his “successor as Outer Head of the Order of the Templi Orientis” in 1947.

I happen to believe that Kenneth Grant, Outer Head of the Order of the so-called “Typhonian O.T.O.”, has as much authority as anyone to make that claim. In order to demonstrate the truth of this assertion, I must provide you, the reader, with a short history lesson, which follows, set forth in more or less chronological order. Our story begins in 1942, March the 14th to be exact, when Crowley wrote to Karl Germer: “I shall appoint you my successor as O.H.O. but on special terms. It is quite clear to me that a complete change in the structure of the Order, and in its methods is necessary. The Secret is the basis, and you must select the proper people.” (1*) Crowley called Kenneth Grant “a definite gift from the Gods” and on wrote in his diary in March 1946: “Value of Grant: if I die or go to U.S.A., there must be a trained man to take care of the English O.T.O.”.
From whence did Crowley’s authority derive?

In April, 1912, he was chartered Grandmaster (X°). Until 1914 and the outbreak of the War, only two lodges were operative in the United Kingdom: Crowley’s and another headed by G.M Cowie who, like an L. Ron Hubbard, would later run off with the order’s treasury. There can be no doubt, then, that Crowley remained supreme authority over the O.T.O. in England for the next several decades (although he was expelled from the O.T.O. by Theodor Reuss in 1921). Around 1945, Gerald Gardner, “our beloved Scire,” the leader of many British witches, allegedly was chartered “to constitute a camp of the Ordo Templi Orientis, in the degree of Minerval,” which document seemingly was signed by Crowley. (2*) Gardner, however, never found the time to run the camp, and it is said that this alone led to Germer’s decision to allow Grant to work the first three degrees.

In July 1951, Karl Germer wrote to Frederic Mellinger, saying, “If Metzger would have had access to all of A.C.’S works in the way Grant has had I’d be inclined to see him [as] a parallel case. However — like Grant — there seems to be a lack of money.” (3*) On January 18, 1952, Germer wrote to Grant, “If we want to get the O.T.O. properly going again, we need a competent leader, not only for England but for the whole world. It must be somebody who knows the thing inside out … I have often thought that you might be chosen for the job.”
Germer himself refused to accept the duties of OHO since he believed that the Reuss O.T.O. had more authority than the Crowley O.T.O. (When the “spiritually founder” of the Order, Carl Kellner, a wealthy German industrialist and Mason, died in 1905, Theodore Reuss assumed leadership. His grant of authority to Crowley was limited to heading a subsidiary of the O.T.O. called the Mysteria Mystica Maxima.)
In the early ‘Fifties, Grant established contact with the German order of Fraternitas Saturni. These were Thelemites who worked according to strictly Masonic principles. Grant, in 1955, announced in a manifesto his discovery of a Sirius/Set “current,” and, in April of that year, founded the New Isis Lodge in London. On page 6 of the document, he named Eugen Grosche, an old adversary of Germer’s, as an associate. This infuriated Germer, who took “violent exception” to the reference. (4*)
Grosche exacerbated the situation by publishing, in his own German magazine, a short version of Grant’s manifesto. This so angered Germer that, on July 20, 1955, he penned a “Note of Expulsion” that excommunicated Grant and forbade Grosche from publishing any Crowley writings. In England, a certain Noël Fitzgerald was appointed as Germer’s “personal representative ” in matters of the O.T.O. for Great Britain. (5*)
During all of this time, a rival to Germer’s authority oversaw a very successful “O.T.O.” in Switzerland: Hermann J. Metzger, who seems to have been the thorn in in the side of any OHO. He had a reputation for contentiousness that rivaled Marcelo Ramos Motta‘s, but Grant apparently managed to get along with him. Grant told me that during the 1950′s he had “a pleasant correspondence with Herr Metzger.” (6*)
One of Crowley’s two literary executors, John Symonds, wrote to Gerald Yorke in September of 1970 that he fully supported Grant’s claim to be be OHO. (This was hardly surprising: the two men had collaborated in the editing and annotating of several Crowley works, including an edition of the “autohagiography” and Magick, which latter is regarded as Crowley’s masterpiece.) Motta, in October of the same year, ignorant of Germer’s letter of expulsion, expressed a willingness to acknowledge Grant as OHO. (7*)
As late as 1976 the Grant members were writing in their magazine Sothis that “Karl J. Germer, having proved himself blind to the implication of Crowley’s letter to him, failed to understand and accept when — soon after Crowley’s death — Grant submitted his plans for change … It remains to remind those who support the old-aeon concept of the O.T.O. (8*) that they have not produced — nor can they ever produce — the slightest evidence of a creative current in any of its forms.”
It should not be forgotten that the current “Caliph” (which means head of the Californian Agape Lodge, although this term is nowhere explained exactly), once was privy to Grant’s writings via the Canadian publishers of his magazines, or that Michael Paul Bertiaux, leader of the ef="http://www.cyberlink.ch/%7Ekoenig/sunrise/otoa.htm">Ordo Templi Orientis Antigua, has let it be known that “I knew that K. Grant was the OHO.” (9*)
Grant has the same right as anyone else to claim himself OHO. Had Germer not expelled him, this would simply be without peradventure, and as it is, he is the only claimant personally expelled by a predecessor. On the level of creativity, Grant, exploiting the ideas of the F.S., Frater Achad, and M.P. Bertiaux, is definitely one of the spiritual heads of the O.T.O.
It should be explained how a national head, or X° is either elected or appointed. Under Reuss there was an oath, a sort of Freemasonic ritual, with passwords, grips, and signs, and even a magic seal, carried out for the appointment of an X°. A question arises: Was Grant ever appointed head, or X° or does the highest-ranking member in a country automatically become X°? For that matter, if the expulsion of Grant by Germer cut the former off from a claim to be X°, did the mysterious Noël Fitzgerald assume that role at some point?

Annotations by James M. Martin

  1. Koenig adds: “Indeed, there is an enlarged/revised version of the O.T.O. system written by Crowley in the Warburg Institute in London.” Meanwhile as facsimile in Koenig: “How to make your own McOTO”
  2. There is reason to believe that Gardner faked this Charter, as comparison of Gardner’s and Crowley’s handwriting shows
  3. In a letter to Martin, dated December 23, 1989, Grant spoke of a kind of “laying on of hands” in which Crowley passed the reins to him, in 1945, giving him a portrait of “Lam” as a seal of authority.
  4. Letter to Koenig, dated August 11, 1987.
  5. Such letters of appointment were the occult equivalent of a power of attorney. Germer’s uneasiness may have shown in the addition of the words, “valid until revoked.”
  6. Letter to Koenig, dated August 11, 1987.
  7. One suspects an ulterior motive Motta’s part: Grant had unlimited, access to a wealth of unpublished Crowley correspondence and incunabula in the person of John Symonds, materials which the “Caliphate” O.T.O. had been unable to procure, Motta may have wanted to work out a U.S. publication agreement with Symonds. It is difficult for an American publisher to sue one in England.
  8. Fra. Achad, and, later, Andahanda (now Nema) established an Aeon of Horus and Ma’at, said to be a “double current.” Grant is writing extensively about it
  9. Letter to Koenig

“Caliph” William Breeze about Kenneth Grant’s O.T.O. and the relation to the “Caliphate”: The “caliphate” O.T.O. is a myth. As a fair reading of the “caliphate letters” from Crowley to McMurtry will show, McMurtry was the second Caliph, and Germer the first. … An ironic truth is that Grant, until his expulsion in 1955, was a bona fide member of the “caliphate” O.T.O. — under Germer.” [in: Abrasax IV;4, Texas 1992, 41]
This article was scanned and converted to text by Stephen Luzny.
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Appendix March 2000
Kenneth Grant’s own Key Dates


1904: Aiwass communicates the Book of the Law to Crowley in Cairo
1914: World War I
1915: Crowley attains Grade of Magus, first recording of Outer Ones from Yuggoth as cited in Wilgus’ The Illuminoids
1924: Crowley claims Grade of Ipsissimus, Grant born
1926: Charles S. Jones (Achad, 1886-1950) receives the word of the Aeon (ALLALA = 93). The Call of Cthullu written by H.P. Lovecraft (Cthullu being Crowley’s Tutulu of 1909?)
1939: WWII, first transmission of the outerhuman being S’lba received by Grant
1943: Grant ‘receives’ The Chronicles of Kr[alnia]
1944: Grant meets Crowley
1945: Atomic explosion. John W. Parsons meets L.Ron Hubbard
1946: Parsons’ ‘Babalon Working’ (embodiment in human/quasi-human form of the spirit of Babalon) which causes Parsons to announce the transmission of a fourth chapter to Crowley’s Liber AL. Grant initiated into the A\A\ (Argenteum Astrum, Silver Star, Anuttara Amnaya), Grant’s XI° confirmed
1947: Crowley dies. Beginning of the UFO age
1948: Achad announces the aeon of MA-ION (Maat). Grant recognised as IX° by Karl Germer. Grant meets Austin Osman Spare
1952: Spare and Grant found Zos Kia Cultus
1954: New Isis Lodge inaugurated, although not becoming operational until 1955
1955: Grant assumes the OHO after so-called ‘expulsion’ by Germer. New Isis Lodge enters into operation
1962: New Isis Lodge completed and reabsorbed into O.T.O., Germer dies
1969: Publication of Crowley’s Confessions, co-edited with John Symonds: beginning of the thelemic re-vival worldwide
1972: First volume of Grant’s books published
1974: Liber Pennae Praenumbra received by Sor\Nema

The Typhonian O.T.O. functions as a cosmic network which does not operate through terrestrially based lodges, because its members are not – in a magical sense – centred on earth. Their zones of occult activity are located in spaces which both include and transcend astral levels of consciousness. The Typhonian O.T.O. is not, therefore, a corporate body in a mundane sense – it is controlled by inner-plane contacts focused today through a handful of individuals channelling currents outside the circles of time and space. Regarding Thelema, the Typhonian O.T.O. is considered to be the Machine, the A\A\ as the Operator.
There is no comparison to other O.T.O. versions, essentially because there are no group rituals or ceremonies of initiation at any stage of the degree structure. The basis of initiation is the assimilation of direct magical and mystical working. It follows that all initiation is in effect self-initiation. There is a small amount of set gradework in the Typhonian O.T.O. However, the emphasis is on t
he initiate charting his or her own course. There is of course the experience of others to draw upon.

Wikipedia – Kenneth Grant

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This article is about the British occultist. For the Canadian Presbyterian missionary and Trinidad and Tobago educational pioneer, see Kenneth J. Grant
Kenneth Grant is a British occultist and head of the Typhonian Ordo Templi Orientis.
Grant has much evidence to back up his claim to be the true successor to Aleister Crowley and the Typhonian OTO is considered by many to be the true OTO. The ‘official’ OTO regards Crowley’s writing as scripture and believes that Crowley’s pronouncements on magic, occultism and religion are the final word – The Typhonian OTO regard Thelema as a dynamic, changing, forward-moving current, which must be seperated from Crowley to an extent if anyting valuable is to be become of it. The TOTO places much of what Crowley said and wrote in context in terms of culture and time period and doesnt see Crowley in such black and white terms.
Grant was a great admirer and close friend of Austin Osman Spare and did much to bring his name into western occult society. Indeed, if it wasnt for Grant, it could be argued that Spare would still be languishing in obscurity.
Many of his ideas, such as the use of Lovecrafts mythology, are misunderstood. His books are often derided by people who take them literally and fail to see the broad sweep of his work. His writings are considered advanced texts and remain largely inpenetrable to “beginners”. His work is challenging and demands much of the reader but are ultimately highly original, rewarding and are some of the most important occult books of the 20th century. In fact as his Typhonian trilogies progress they become less books about magic and more as books which are fabulous magical objects in themselves, having a transformative affect on the consciousness of many readers.

Partial bibliography

Grant published nine books in three trilogies (the Typhonian Trilogies) that span a vast number of topics. Titles include:

The Typhonian Trilogies in order

Other works

  • Remembering Aleister Crowley ISBN 1871438128
  • Hidden Lore: The Carfax Monographs by Kenneth & Steffi Grant
  • Images and Oracles of Austin Osman Spare
  • Zos Speaks! (Austin Osman Spare work)
  • At the feet of the Guru A compilation of articles including those written for Man, Myth and Magic magazine, to be released in March 2006
  • The Gulls Beak (Poetry)
  • Black to Black (Poetry)
  • Convolvulous (Poetry)
Kenneth Grant has also published a number of novellas and short stories. Titles include:
  • The Stellar Lode
  • Against the Light
  • Snakewand and the Darker Strain
  • The Other Child and other tales
  • Gamaliel Diary of a Vampire and Dance, Doll, Dance

Typhonian Tomes – A Guide to the works of Kenneth Grant

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Being a Guide to the Works of Kenneth Grant This page and all contents copyright 1997-2002 by John L. Smith

Contents


0: Introduction

The British occultist Kenneth Grant has been a controversial and even influential figure in Thelemic circles. As his writings have recently come back into print after more than a decade there is likely to be a resurgence of interest in his theories. For this reason I felt it would be useful if the new generation of Magicians had a guide to these strange and curious waters. In this series (which originally appeared in IAO Camp’s Herald-Tepaphone) I examine each of Mr. Grant’s major works in sequence, giving suitable background material as necessary.
I should probably add here that these reviews represent nobody’s opinion but my own, and if you don’t agree with what I say feel free to e-mail me about it. Comments which are sufficiently interesting and/or amusing may wind up posted here somewhere.
So without further ado. . .

I: The Magical Revival

(Muller 1972, Weiser 1973, Skoob 1992)

In his first book Grant takes a more or less straightforward historical approach. He declares that the Thelemic Current as embodied in the sexual Magick of Aleister Crowley is the latest manifestation of what he calls the “Draconian Tradition” of Ancient Egypt. It was this that inspired the Tantric sects of India, and Grant intimates that the ultimate origin of all this lies with a matriarchal pre-Dynastic culture in Africa.
Now considering that next to nothing is known about the historical origins of Tantra (scholars can’t even determine if Hindu or Buddhist texts are older) Grant’s assertions are about as good as anyone’s. Unfortunately he offers no real support for all of this; we are apparently required to accept this as the Gospel Utterance of an Initiated Teacher. The book can certainly not be called scholarly; Grant rarely identifies his sources, even for direct quotes, and when he does it is often not helpful. He refers often to an unpublished “Initiated Tantric Comment” as substanciating his theories (which mostly seem to deal with the Magical virtues of vaginal secretions,) but we are given no idea as to its authorship or authority. One long quote, referring as it does to modern Western medical practices, makes it clear that this “Comment” is of recent composition, but I see no reason to regard it as more than a reasonably valid interpretation of Tantric ritual. Grant claims it is the One-True-Recieved-From-On-High doctrine, which sounds like classic B.S.-to-the-third-power to me.
As near as I can figure, Grant takes most of his archaeology from 19th century sources, some of which were not taken seriously even then. In his search for support he even treats as legitimate sources the works of “Inquire Within,” a notorious conspiracy theorist and occult-basher of the 1920′s!1
Grant’s theology is rather odd: he identifies the God Set with Hoor-Paar-Kraat and with Aiwass. We are also given to understand that the star Sirius is the source of the Thelemic Current. At one point he tries to connect Thelema with the fiction of the New England horror writer H.P. Lovecraft. Now, as HPL did base most of his works on his dreams, there is a case for “occult inspiration” but the table Grant produces is so superficial and unconvincing as to make one wonder just how familiar he is with either man’s work.2
There is not a lot of Qabalah in this book (in his later work the alphabet-soup can take up whole chapters,) but there is one real zinger: “Twenty-six (twice thirteen), is the number of Achad Unity.” To be fair, this is probably a typo (note the misplaced comma) and it is corrected in the errata sheet of the Skoob edition (but you would think that for a 35-dollar reprint they could afford to correct the actual text, but nooo. . .)
In the later chapter Grant concentrates more on the work of modern Magicians: mostly Crowley of course, but also Frater Achad, Jack Parsons, Dion Fortune and Austin Osman Spare. This is where the book is really useful as Grant actually knew most of them. He was Crowley’s secretary in 1944-5 e.v. And his friendship with Spare covered the last decade of that artist-shaman’s life. Grant is Spare’s executor and is largely responsible for reviving interest in his work, an achievement not to be sneered at. The two chapters on Spare are perhaps the best in the book. In fact Grant often seems to have a better understanding of Spare’s system than of Crowley’s, notwithstanding that he claims to be the latter’s successor.
Frater ZAX of Pyramid Lodge once remarked that Grant’s virtue was that he is almost the only biographer of Crowley who focused on the man’s Magick rather than on his unorthodox lifestyle. This may be so, but Grant’s interpretations semm to miss more often than they hit, and in style he often reminds one more of A.E. Waite! Most of Crowley’s remarks about Waite in the Equinox could just as easily be aimed at Grant. There is even the impenetrable vocabulary with words such as “praeter-human,” “transmundane,” “enchiridion,” “subserved,” “openly-unavowed representatives” (a typo?), “efflux,” “objurgations,” “discreted,” “clepsydral horologue” (my personal favourite,) and “reification” (Grant’s favourite.) The list could go on, and will as we consider his other books.
In his Introduction Grant declares that he has “introduced no blinds, no deliberately misleading statements or vague allusions to formulae that cannot be shown to be as precise in their action and reaction as their analogues in the more orthodox sciences.” If you think this is ironic in view of my comments here, please be assured that you have seen nothing yet! Our subject has not yet begun to perplex.
1 In his later books Grant often cites works of fiction and scholarly works indescriminately.
2 I have produced a more exact set of tables in 777 format here.

II: Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God

(Muller 1973, Weiser 1974, Skoob 1993)

In this, his second book, Kenneth Grant abandons the historical approach of The Magical Revival to focus on the doctrines of the “Draconian Tradition,” his term for the ancient Tantric Current embodied in the work of Aleister Crowley and Austin Spare.
Now, the historical reality of this “Tradition” as a cohesive cross-cultural entity is a bit suspect, but this is nothing compared to Grant’s interpretations. There are many schools of Tantra so it seems a bit unfair for Grant to say he has the One True Interpretation of Tantric doctrine (based, again, on a “Secret Comment” of unknown provenace.) What this seems to come down to is endless discussions of the Magical virtues of vaginal secretions and menstrual blood. For Grant the female is the one source of the ultimate oracle, the male serving only as a controller and stimulant, or so it seems at first. It is quite easy to miss the two passages where, out of the blue, he proclaims that, “in the current Aeon, the Aeon of Horus, the menstruum is semen.” Grant barely attemps an explanation of this change, he gives no practical advice for Workings, and he certainly never explains why he devotes so much space to obsolete, or at least superceded, formulae. He does, however, promptly launch into a description of the Aeonic sequence that owes more to H.P. Blavatsky’s “Root-Race” cosmology and a very garbled reading of Lovecraft than to Liber AL.
Later on Grant redefines the nature of XI? Workings, saying that Crowley had it wrong and that the true Eleventh pertains to IX? during the woman’s Lunar flow. Now, as I always understood that the XI? was Crowley’s innovation it seems a bit presumptuous to contradict him. Beyond that is the simple fact that Grant’s reasoning makes no sense: he takes words like “Qadeshim” ( a Semitic euphemism for male temple prostitutes) and “catamite” and uses them as if they refer to women. Is Grant playing Humpty-Dumpty and words mean whatever he says they do, is this one of those “deliberate mistakes” to confuse the Profane, or does he just not have a clue? I have seen some material from members of Grant’s “Typhonian O.T.O.” and he seems to enforce his interpretation as a sort of Official Party Line, so I think we can rule out the second possibility. Actually, it is worth mentioning here that while he claims to be the real O.H.O. Of O.T.O., many modern Thelemic scholars doubt that Grant ever made it beyond III?, so your guess is no worse than his and could well be better.
Grant also gives a chapter on his method of “dream-control by sexual Magick.” The term is something of a misnomer as it is really a method for perfoming sexual Workings with spirit partners in the dream state. This is a good example of Grant spoiling his own work with obscure presentation.
On the plus side there are some chapters on Austin Spare’s system, most particularly his formula of the Witches’ Sabbath, as well a his method of generating Sigils. There is also an analysis of H.P. Lovecraft as a reluctant visionary of the Typhonian Current. This part would be pretty good except that Grant often misapplies Lovecraft’s terminology. For example he identifies the fish-like Deep Ones with the extra-terrestrial Great Old Ones.
Grant’s scholarship has not improved. He still rarely gives his sources and this time does not even bother with a bibliography. The obscure jargon is well-represented, however, with such words as “adumbration,” “exudations,” “bodies-forth,” “equinoctial colure,” “teratoma,” “the type of,” “glyphed as,” and “transdivine.” he does coin one useful word though: “Aeonology.”
In the final analysis this book has a few good points, but overall it is not as good as The Magical Revival. It is probably just as well that it is “not designed as a manual of practical Magick.”

III: Cults of the Shadow

(Muller 1975, Weiser 1976, Skoob 1994)

If this were a comedy segment on The Late Show with David Letterman, Paul Shaffer would come up with some campy Vegas-esque theme-music for the occasion, something like this:
“Oh, those Cults!
Yeah, those crazy Cults,
Those crazy, crazy, crazy
Cults of the Shadow-w-w-w!”

So if the Reader will supply the music we may proceed.

With its predecessors, The Magical Revival and Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God, Cults of the Shadow forms Kenneth Grant’s Typhonian Trilogy dealing with various schools of sexual Magick. This time he presents his interpretation of several such “Cults” (Grant has a perverse affection for lurid terminology) and attempts to show them as parts of one primordial Current.
Grant first discusses a number of West African/Voudon deities, linking them to appropriate Paths on the Tree of Life. This part is quite interesting and well done, but Grant spoils it by insisting that these are the prototypes of the Ancient Egyptian pantheon. There is just not enough resemblance; and if there were, would it not make more sense if the ancient Egyptian Gods were the ancestors of the modern African dieties? After all, just because African religions are supposedly “primitive” does not mean they have remained unchanged for 6,000-plus years.
Grant then gives a rather peculiar history of Egyptian religion (one can’t help thinking it would have helped to consult even one book on Egyptology published since 1907), and moves on to Tantra. He maintains that Hindu Tantra was imported from Egypt, citing some implausable bits of etymology to prove it: Egyptian “Bast” and “Sekhmet” to Sanskrit “Pashu” and “Shakti” for example. While this may look good in print at first glance, Ancient Egyptian and Sanskrit are very different languages from very different families, and the actual pronunciation of Egyptian is far from certain anyway. So it will take more than a few lucky similarities to convince me.
Grant still focuses on one Tantric Tradition to the exclusion of all others. He also performs some rather odd feats of logical gymnastics. He joins orthodox Tantrics in denouncing Prayoga, whereby intercourse is had with Succubi, yet he later advocates his personal method of “dream-control” which involves exactly that!
Finally he comes to more contemporary sects with two chapters on Crowley and Thelema (which he insists on calling “The Cult of the Beast.”) Much of this is devoted to legitimising Grant’s “Typhonian” O.T.O. He denounces formal Initiations as “mere copies of masonic rituals having little magical value,” eliminates Lodges in favour of “power-zones” and generally scuttles all of Crowley’s ideas for the reform of society. Grant states that the O.T.O. devotes itself to Kundalini Yoga and “establishing a gate in space through which the extraterrestrial or cosmic energies may enter in and manifest on earth.” Trans-Plutonic planets and the star Sirius figure largely in Grant¹s personal-mythology-presented-as-objective-fact.
He then deals with the career of Charles Stansfield Jones, better known as Crowley’s “Magical son” Frater Achad, who had such a promising start: he discovered the secret key to Liber AL, and then went off the deep end. By 1926 Achad decided that Crowley was “unable” to utter the Word for the Aeon of Horus because, having identified himself with the Beast, he became “inarticulate.” So Achad came up with a Word of his own, which appearently didn’t work because in 1948 he announced a whole new Aeon, that of Maat or Ma-Ion! Achad is an excellent example of “ego-abcess” and paranoid obsession, besides being the first Thelemic “heretic.” The major problem in this chapter is that Grant’s commentary is so unclear it’s hard to tell if he is simply reporting Achad’s theories or actually supporting them.
The book ends with a short piece on Austin Spare’s Zos-Kia Cultus, but before that we get
two chapters on something new: Michael Bertiaux’s La Couleuvre Noire (the Black Snake Cult.) This is a (theoretically) Voudon-oriented group centred in Chicago. I say “theoretically” because there is little recognisable Voudon in it; Bertiaux is incredibly eclectic and has a fetish for pseudo-technical jargon that must be seen to be believed. The curious reader may consult the Voudon Gnostic Workbook, a collection of Bertiaux’s correspondence courses that is about the size of a large city’s phonebook, and has about the same literary and Magical value, if that. Grant quotes mostly Lovecraft-oriented material in this section.
Grant’s style remains consistent in terms of scholarship (damn little) and peculiar expressions (lots.) For those keeping score here are the new ones: “efflorescence,” “Uranography,” “co-types,” “infra-liminal vibration,” “audile,” “comports,” and the truly amazing “sexo-somniferous magnetization.” All I can say is that this book is better than Bob Larson’s Guide to Cults, but I won’t put it on any “recommended reading” lists anytime soon.

IV: Images and Oracles of Austin OsmanSpare

(Muller, Weiser, 1975)

A. O. Spare (1886 to 1956) was almost certainly the greatest occult artist of the last century, as well as being a powerful Magician who devised his own highly effective system of thaumaturgy. He has had considerable influence, especially on the Chaos Magick movement, even though his few published writings are couched in a very obscure and idiosyncratic style, besides being hard to find in the first place.3
For these reasons it is fortunate that we have an in-depth analysis of Spare’s system by an occultist who knew the man well and can therefore make things plain. Shockingly enough, he turns out to be Kenneth Grant.
Readers of these articles will have noticed that I consider Grant’s chapters on Spare to be the best part of his oeuvre, and now that he devotes an entire book to the subject he seems to leave his bad habits (sloppy scholarship, peculiar vocabulary, dumb ideas, and general loopiness) almost entirely behind. Grant has a firm grasp on this material that he lacks in other areas and he presents matters clearly and succinctly. The first half of the book is a brief biography and character sketch of Spare that gives one a clear sense of knowing the man. Grant then launches on a discussion of Spare’s philosophy and Magick system. In this he quotes liberally from both published and unpublished material (Grant is Spare’s literary executor) occasionally reproducing actual manuscript pages from Spare’s uncompleted opus, The Zoetic Grimoire of Zos.
The book also includes liberal amounts of Spare’s finished artwork and sketches, many of them automatic drawings, that makes this a fine introduction to the Artist as well as the Magician, although one wishes some of these could have been reproduced in colour.
I was pleased to hear recently that Skoob Books plans to reprint Images and Oracles soon; as this is the only one of Grant’s books that really deserves to be kept in print I was certain that this would never happen4. Let us rejoice in this miraculous defiance of universal degeneration.
3 Click here to peruse some of Spare’s works.
4 Alas! I spoke too soon! Since this was written (Summer, 1995 e.v.) Grant has been dropped by Skoob and is once more without a publisher.

V: Nightside of Eden

(Muller 1977, Skoob 1995)

After completing his Typhonian Trilogy (The Magical Revival, Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God, and Cults of the Shadow), Grant embarked on a new series of studies in his “Draconian Tradition.” The first of these is a specialised discussion of the Tree of Life based on the Class A book, Liber CCXXXI. Grant’s premise (partly derived from Fr. Achad’s “Formula of Reversal”) is that there are two sides to the Tree: the normal “Dayside” which is familiar to all Magicians in the Golden Dawn / A... A... Tradition, and the “Nightside,” or “back” of the Tree, which is the source of the Qlippoth. The Qlippoth are normally said to form an upside-down Tree depending from Malkuth and are to be avoided at all costs. Grant, however, considers them to be a dark “mirror image” in Universe B, a “non-existent” reality underlying our normal Universe A. Here, instead of the Paths, we find the strangely looping “Tunnels of Set” winding their way through the “dream-cells” of the collective unconscious. This realm consists not of “evil spirits,” but of the most ancient atavisms that may be accessed by the intrepid Magicians in quest of knowledge and power. The means for doing this are provided by the sigils in Liber 231 utilized in conjunction with sexual Magick.
“Very well,” you say, “let us see how Grant deals with this.” First of all, it must be noted that he does not present all of 231, merely the Qlippothic sigils and individual verses. He does not give, or even mention, the “Dayside” material at all. Perhaps there was some worry about copyright infringement if the entire Liber was included, but I suspect that this omission reflects an overall tendency of his to concentrate on the “dark side” of Magick to the exclusion of all else. The entire first half of the book is a long, rambling, disjointed collection of weird Qabalistic goo that generally leaves one wondering just what the point is.5 It often seems that this section was chopped into chapters at arbitrary intervals, especially since the chapter titles usually have only a tenuous connection to the material they introduce.
As for the text itself, we learn among other things, that the O.T.O. Degree system is “old Aeon,” that “Choronzon manifests as the Scarlet Woman,” that nuclear experiments have caused an invasion of “powers from the other side,” that Ain = Ayin, and therefore 0 = 70, that apes are “the outcome of pre-human magical experiments by extra-terrestrials who copulated with primitive women6,” and all manner of bizarre lore culled from Blavatsky, Bertiaux, Massey and others. He also seems determined to reduce every possible Deity to an aspect of Set, no matter how unlikely the subject.
Another point to be made here is that while Grant denies that the Nightside is really evil, and advocates working with these energies as a spiritual necessity, he can’t seem to help always dragging out the most lurid descriptions possible, often reminding one of a bad horror novel rather than a serious occult tome. It is as if he cannot see any way to invoke the Tunnels except through fear. In my humble opinion, anyone working with this material stricly from Grant’s perspective is in for a very wild ride.
Part Two is more coherent, simply because it follows the very obvious structure of discussing each of the twenty-two Tunnels in turn. The sigil of each guardian is given along with a few pages describing its nature and powers. Much of this is simply taken from 777. Grant puts special emphasis on the specific type of sexual Magick worked by the adepts of each Tunnel, thus making this a comprehensive, if overly specific grimoire. The major idiosyncracy here is,of course, Grant’s re-definition of the XI? to cover menstuation. He goes on for so long about how Moon-Blood is the true original sacrament and how it breeds abhorrent monsters in the Aether that it seems both offensive and ridiculous.
Whilst reading this book, I thought at first t
hat Grant had finally run out of perplexing words. In fact, it was just that he was saving his strength for a supreme effort of amazing proportions. Here we are faced with “discreted,” “insee,” “teratomas,” “appertained,” “entifying” and its cousin, “entification,” “expatiating,” the “inferior Hebdomad” and the “superior Hebdomad,” “advert to,” “aduced,” “impubescent,” “equipollence,” “pre-eval,” “olid,” “keraunograph,” and the ultimate “excrementious manifestation.”
As a final note, I must say that I regard this book not so much as a completely wrong-headed project, but as a worthwile idea that got ruined in the execution. Those wishing to explore the mysteries of Liber 231 are directed to The Shadow Tarot by Linda Falorio and Fred Fowler, available from Black Moon Publishing, which provides a far superior treatment of this same material.
5 Some years ago a group in the Bloomington, Indiana area did considerable work with this material. Some of the participants had their photocopies of Part One out of order and did not notice the fact until they specifically looked at the page numbers! They also said putting things back in the correct order didn’t seem to help much.
6 To be fair, later on Grant says this is to be understood symbolically.

VI: Outside the Circles of Time

(Muller 1980)

In some of his earlier books Grant touched on the later work of Frater Achad; namely his proclamation of the “Aeon of Maat” to supercede the Aeon of Horus. Now he devotes an entire book to the subject, bringing in the related work of Nema (then known as Andahadna) and others in Cincinnati’s Bate Cabal.
From the opening chapters, it would seem that Grant has accepted Achad”s assertion that Crowley “failed to utter a Word for the Aeon of Horus.” “Thelema” cannot be the Word because it is the “word of the Law,” not of the Aeon! This is most charitably described as excessive hair-splitting, and I really can’t imagine why in the Macroprosopus Grant would want to undermine his own work and authority, which is supposedly based on Crowley’s, in this way. Evidently our author thinks better of this, for most of the book is devoted to demonstrating that Maat is a future Aeon after all, but that certain adepts have been able to intercept this Current-to-be now, hence the book’s title.
We spend a good deal of time sipping Grant’s usual, and increasingly outre, Qabalistic soup du jour . I would describe it, but it really must be experienced: the numbing sensation is unique. He sort of ties this book in with Nightside of Eden by refering to some transmitted writing called the Qabalas of Besqul which he declines to quote or describe in any detail.
Grant procedes on a lengthy account of the writing of Nema’s Liber Pennae Praenumbra, which is supposedly the Holy Book of Maat, in the early Seventies. Here I must say that I am operating with Inside Information, as I personally know someone who was involved in those Workings. My informant tells me that Grant’s account of the events is seriously inacurrate, and that when pressed for an explanation, he proclaimed himself to be more interested in the mythology of the events and put pressure on Nema to resign from his “Typhonian” O.T.O. Incedentally, none of those involved had been in his order at the time of the Workings, something Grant just manages to not quite make clear. In fact some people saw this entire book as an attempt by him to acquire some of the credit for Bate Cabal’s work.
To be brief, Nema’s writings7 often seem more like bad New-Agey science-fiction than Magick. Indeed, with her “intergalactic transmissions,” time-travel, planetary gestalt race-conciousnesses and the “Comity of Stars8,” she often sounds like a UFO channeler who took a wrong turn on the way to Sedona. Grant ties this in with his fixation on Lam, whose portrait he was given by Crowley (and which, I am told, overlooks Grant’s writing desk to this day). This picture, which Crowley called “The Soul of a Tibetan Lama,” does bear a strong resemblance to some descriptions of UFO aliens, and Grant stretches this for a lot more than it is worth.
It gets worse as Grant covers Nema’s other major channeling, the Books of the Forgotten Ones, where we are treated to ninety-third-rate Lovecraft pastiche. The “Forgotten Ones” are apparently primal atavisms in the human racial unconciousness that were sealed away at some point and are now returning because modern nuclear explosions have re-opened the gateway. In the course of Grant’s commentary we are treated to such revelations as this:
“On the ground that they have misinterpreted the magical allegories and types, we discount the theories of Dickhoff and others who exalt the Elder Gods as Martians, and abhor the Great Old Ones as the snake-like and invading spawn from Venus. The Elder Gods are the Maatians (not Martians!) who, when manifesting as the Ophidian Current are known as the Great Old Ones.”
Grant’s style remains consistent, though marked by increasing shifts between first and third person. Certainly there are more than enough new strange words to satisfy anyone. We get “undistortedly,” “sub-cthonian,” “imbibition,” “id-entifier,” “kalography,” “astronomical plenilune,” “oneiric perichoresis,” “Voodic,” “blent,” “lucubration,” and the rather puzzling “co-sexual.”
All things considered, I don’t think it is too remarkable that it took Grant over a decade to get another book in print.
7 The original material in question may be studied in the early numbers of the Cincinnati Journal of Ceremonial Magick (Black Moon Publishing), and in the recently released Maat Magick (Weiser, 1995) by Nema.
8 Maat herself is apparently a sentient neutron star out in space somewhere.

VII: Hecate’s Fountain

(Skoob, 1992)

“. . . and now you are very deep, but I’m going to take you even deeper!”

-Dick Sutphren

Grant seems to have hit a fallow period in the Eighties, publishing nothing after Outside the Circles of Time in 1980. He now returns with a new publisher and even weirder stuff for his fans.
This book seems to have a split personality. Partly it is an account of certain Workings at his “New Isis Lodge” in the Fifties and early Sixties, and partly it is the usual strange meanderings where he attempts to turn Liber AL into the Necronomicon! This involves possibly the most peculiar exegesis of CCXX you will ever run across; Grant dips into Lovecraft, Frater Achad, Michael Bertiaux, Arthur Machen, Sax Rohmer, Jack Parsons, and occasionally even Crowley with abandon. . . and without bothering to notice that much of what he is citing is fiction! At least this suits his breathless and disjointed narrative style, not to mention the aforesaid Workings.
These one suspects of being at least somewhat fictionalised. New Isis Lodge seemed to specialise in rather bizarre dramatic rituals that drew from, and often mixed, a variety of traditions as well as Grant’s own theories. Many seem to have been based on his “Tunnels of Set” cosmology as given in Nightside of Eden. They are often related to various relics in the Lodge’s “Magical Museum,” such as Crowley’s Magical Dagger. Photographic illustrations are provided, unfortunately many of these are in Outside the Circles of Time! It seems rather po
or sport to send the reader scurrying to a book that’s been out of print for ten years. In any case Grant has, as the years go by, an increasing tendency to put irrelevant illustrations in his books, which is a bit irritating even if we do get to see new Spare pictures. And speaking of irrellevant, the various ritual accounts and the exegesis are often mixed together without the slightest rime or reason, as if two different manuscripts have been shuffled together.
The rituals described also share another trait: they all seem to go horrendously wrong. Grant calls this a “tangential tantrum,” but I can think a stronger words to describe one’s students dying or going insane. Alleged instances include a trapeze artist falling off a giant Tree of Life framework into an open well, aquarium monsters emerge to have sex with a Priestess, and an Indian temple baboon dissapears into a column of purple smoke never to be seen again. To be sure, some people derived benefits from these rites: one woman supposedly became a great dancer after she sucked off a giant Mayan squid-bat in an abandoned chapel in Wales (pp. 243-6)! The reader may begin to understand my skepticism, and if anyone who was involved in New Isis Lodge ever reads this (increasingly likely as this goes on the Web,) I would love to hear some other reports of these Workings. I cannot, of course, say if these “tantrums” were the invariable results of Grant’s rituals or if he just selected certain “unfortunate” records for this book, but either way one cannot call this good publicity for his work.
A Lovecraftian Tree of Life is included which is a distict improvement over the “corespondences” in The Magical Revival. There is also a chart from the New Isis Lodge Manifesto giving a “structure of the O.T.O.” (more of a curriculum, really,) that bears no resemblance to the Order at any point in its history! Here, as elsewhere, Grant displays that complete lack of comprehension as to the nature of the Order he claims to rule.
As with all Grant books, we are treated to a lovely new collection of Wierd Words. Here we have adjectives like “delusively,” “deaginous,” “pullulant,” “transakashic,” “ornecephalic,” “ojasic,” and “sexomagnetic.” We also learn of the “astro-audile sphere,” “ideational essences,” and “somniform receptivity.”

Part VIII: Remembering Aleister Crowley

(Skoob 1991)

While it is well known that the young Kenneth Grant acted as a secretary to Aleister Crowley for a time during World War Two, this book is his first attempt to give an detailed account of his time with the Beast. As such the book is something of a dissapointment in that it is mostly the letters that Grant received from Crowley on such mundane matters as travel plans and book orders. There are a few letters on Magical topics, as well as some good anecdotes (one of which features Grady McMurtry as a surprise guest star.)
It is interesting to note that, according to one of Crowley’s letters, Grant’s writing style was already pompous and effusive. Grant takes issue with this point in his running commentary, but as his own letters have not survived, he cannot back up his refutation by printing whatever writing of his that Crowley was criticising. The absence of Grant’s letters somewhat diminishes the historical value of the collection. In addition there is no real attempt to address the circumstances of Grant’s leaving, though the last letter (to Grant’s father) seems to indicate familial pressures. Crowley was thinking of Grant as a sort of “assistant literary exectutor,” but it is obvious that Grant washed out both mundanely and Magically, and he deserves credit for not attempting to hide the fact.
The book is rounded-out with several pictures of Crowley in his last years, reproductions of some of his letters, and colour photos of his Masonic regalia, all in Grant’s possession. These items are the clue to the real nature of this “book.” It is not really a memoir, nor is it a collection of correspondence: it is in fact a fifty-dollar advance-catalogue for Grant’s estate sale!

Part IX: Outer Gateways

(Skoob 1994)

Austin Spare’s system of Magick as presented in The Book of Pleasure is very stripped-down and straightforward. Hardly anyone I know of, however, has noticed the footnote to the Introduction listing dozens of illustrations and chapters that were left out of the book. I have always wondered why these things were missing and in this book Kenneth Grant finally explains:
“Spare had intended using the illustrations but he never wrote the chapters suggested by them. Their substance [ . . . ] was destroyed during World War II. When I [Grant] got to know him, I persuaded him to reformulate the lost material. He did so, and it survives in the form of the Grimoire of Zos, parts of which I included nearly thirty years later in Images & Oracles of Austin Osman Spare.”

I have taken such pains to present this information because it constitutes almost the only useful portion of this entire 264 page book!

The majority of this tome consists of endless disjointed ramblings on all the usual subjects, with a pronounced emphasis on UFOs. Grant postulates that such objects are in fact energy forms of extraterrestrial sorcerers and goes off onto weird Qabalistic tangents that mix authentic material and fictional names with abandon. He reveals that the ceremonies of the Drugpa Buddhists of Bhutan are inspired by Lovecraftian extraterrestrials, an assertion that would give any Drugpa the biggest laugh since Blavatsky said they could materialize letters over billiard tables in London. One also learns that “Count” Basie’s “jump” jazz compositions provide ingress for the Outer Ones, which explains some of the alien life you see at jazz festivals. Later Grant enters a very odd digression about the evils of rock music that sounds like a channeling from Rene Guenon, of all people! He also takes time to plug some of his yet-unpublished occult novels.
Chapter 13 presents a “channeling” or “Holy book” recieved by Grant during his “New Isis Lodge” period entitled Wisdon of S’lba: The Doctrine of Self-Neither Attained through the Bliss of Non-mobile Becoming. This is a tract on non-dualist mysticism with great kinship to Hindu Advaita Vedanta and Austin Spare’s theories. The subsequent chapters deal in Grant’s Qabalistic exigesis of this text through what he calls “creative gematria” (more commercial candour!) which includes ruminations on Bela Lugosi!
As always we have more Strange Words: “mirroracle,” “UFOlogicks,” “synæthesis,” “innerness,” “mimesis,” “impubescent,” “miasmata,” “egoidal,” “paranomasia,” “inheres,” “metagnosis,” “isopsephicism” and finally, “insectival sentience.”
So if you’ve ever itched to have your mortal envelope shanghaied by a Yuggothian, this is the book for you!

Part X. Hidden Lore

(with Steffi Grant) (The Carfax Monographs1959 – 1963, Skoob 1989)

From 1959 to 1963 (the height of Grant’s “New Isis Lodge” period) Grant released a series of ten pamphlets in editions of 100 copies on occult subjects. Known as the Carfax Monographs, these are here collected in book form for the bibliophile. Most of these essays are rather basic, at just a few pages each they could be little else, with occasional hints at Deeper Mysteries. Four of these are actually written by Grant’s wife, Steffi, who is much the better writer of the two. She also did nine of the ten colour plates tipped in to the book, the tenth being one of Austin Spare’s magical Stellæs.
Frankly, this book is over-priced for the content. While the articles are interesting, most hinging on the relation of Eastern and Western esoteric ideas, Grant has largely superceded them in his later work (though he does refer back to them fairly often.) Most of the illustrations, which ar
e very good, have since been reproduced elsewhere.

Part XI: The Stellar Lode

(Appeared in Skoob Esoterica Anthology Number One, 1995)

It appears that Grant has written several novels on occult subjects over the years (of course, there are those who say he’s been writing little else but fiction all along. . . ) This work, which was originally written in the mid-fifties, is the first of these to be published, and in many ways is a more effective presentation of Grant’s Magical theories than his “non-fiction.”
First of all it must be said that this is not so much a novel as the detailed outline of a novel. Grant commits the common mistake of novice authors in that he “tells” us what happens rather than actually “showing” it as it happens. The characterisations are mostly weak and unlikely. He also forgets to mention several important developments in the plot until far too late, and from the way he barely mentions the climax (which is rather weak anyhow) it is obvious that he was thoroughly bored with the job and thus never really finished it. He never even seriously got around to salting the prose with his trademark strange vocabulary.
For those interested, the story itself is actually rather intriguing: the “Stellar Lode” of the title is a mysterious talisman (considering Grant’s other works, I assume that it was created from solidified sexual fluids) designed to anchor the reincarnation of an Ancient Egyptian sorceress in modern times. One wishes that a more skilled author had gotten ahold of this one: Lovecraft or Machen would have produced a masterpiece, Sax Rohmer would at least have made a good pot-boiler. In fact, Iit seems that The Stellar Lode was inspired by a very similar novel of Rohmer’s titled Brood of the Witch-Queen, as well as Bram Stoker’s Jewel of the Seven Stars, which Grant is good enough to mention in this connection in Hidden Lore.

Part XII: Against the Light

(Starfire Publishing, Ltd., 1997)

This is the second novel of Grant’s to be published and the first book from Starfire, longtime publishers of the “Typhonian OTO” journal. The production quality is quite lavish and this was certainly printed with an eye for the collectors’ market, but what of the story?
Against the Light covers the search for an ancient Grimoire containing the sigils that are Keys to the Nightside. The star of this narrative is none other than Kenneth Grant himself, with a supporting cast of his own friends and relatives, some of whom will be familiar to readers of his “non-fiction”, but which are here used (or so one may assume) fictitiously. One of the natural results of this is that one is uncertain just how to take much of the story. Is Grant disguising fact as fiction or fiction as fact? I have long suspected that he’s been doing the latter in his other books, so is he finally coming clean here? I confess I simply can’t tell. For one thing I don’t know his family history, something that is crucial to the plot.
Essentially this novel is a sort of Lovecraft pastiche consisting of long dreamlike passages through various Gateways into other realities. I get the feeling that Grant mined his dream journal for most of the episodes. He still insists on depicting magical work in the most lurid, pulpish light and tries to fill the reader’s head with all manner of silly warnings. Seems that Kenneth still needs fear to get the juices flowing after all these years. Nothing really fits together very well and, while this may have been the intent, I can’t help feeling the book would have been better for another rewrite. There is no attempt at characterisation and the story is never resolved: it simply stops.

XIII: Zos Speaks! Encounters with Austin Osman Spare

with Steffi Grant (Fulgur, 1998)

I have long been convinced that, despite all assertions to the contrary, Kenneth Grant’s real magical legacy is his championing of the work of A.O. Spare. This long-awaited and lavishly produced book fully justifies my opinion and belongs in the library of anyone seriously interested in Spare. In particular it vastly supercedes Grant’s own Images and Oracles of a quarter century ago.
Part One consists of the apparently complete correspondence, along with some diary extracts, between Spare and the Grants from 1949 until Spare’s death in 1956. The correspondence is almost too complete, seeing as a number of four-word telegrams are included that I doubt will do many scholars any good. That quibble aside, these letters are truly illuminating as we watch the Grants exchange ideas with Spare whilst pub-hopping and assist him in setting up several shows. I can’t help but compare this long and deep correspondence with the brief and fairly straightforward exchange between Grant and Crowley as recorded in Remembering Aleister Crowley and this goes to further the impression that Grant is far more reliable where Spare’s work is concerned. One is transported back to a more civilised time when there might be four or five deliveries of mail in a day and you might post a note to a friend in the morning and get a reply that same afternoon. Possibly the most amusing episodes concern Spare’s not-very-favourable view of Gerald Gardner and his embryonic Witchcraft group. ‘She believed the ‘Witches’ Sabbath’ was a sort of Folk dance of pretty young things,’ he says of one earnest Gardnerian.
Part Two, The Book of Zos vel Thanatos, comprises Spare’s magnum opus, his ultimate grimoire describing his magical system in full, or at least those parts he had completed before his death. Interestingly, it was Grant who persuaded Spare to undertake this book which, like Gaul, is divided into three sections. First we have The Logomachy, a collection of aphorisms on pretty much everything. Then The Zoetic Grimoire giving Spare’s actual magical procedures and formulas on everything from the Sabbath (which certainly offers more than folk-dancing!) to cartomancy, not to mention ritual scripts. The only sour note here is Grant’s censoring of Spare’s formula to ‘Return Evil to its Source.’ Does he really think we’re such infants?
The final section is titled The Living Word and is essentially a series of essays. Here Spare discusses the formation of one’s personal Sacred Alphabet by giving insights into his own. This is in fact Spare’s second Sacred Alphabet since we now learn that the Key to his original version, that used in The Book of Pleasure, was lost many years previously. Again, it was Grant who prodded him to reformulate this central component of his Work.
As with any proper Spare book, Zos Speaks! is filled with illustrations ranging from sketches to manuscript pages to finished drawings and painting. Many of the latter have been seen before, but now they appear in glorious colour with all the high-quality reproduction they deserve. This volume may be pricey, but rest assured it is well worth the cost for finally giving us the Zos we’ve been waiting for.

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Final Analysis of God

// April 13th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

“It seems to me that God, in the final analysis,
truly does prefer the ‘natural man’ to be, as Jung has called him, ‘a
vessel for the continuing incarnation of deity’ — he who belches and
farts and scratches his ass; who is ‘a thing despised and rejected by
men’ (Isaiah 53:3); who is ‘a daily laughingstock and the butt of
everybody’s jokes’ (Jeremiah 20:7), who is ‘married to a whore’ (Hosea 1:2)
and nothing more than a common laborer (Amos 1:1) — that is, the
low-class fools and ignoramuses like you and me, and not the self-righteous,
pious, ‘guiltless ones’ like Them.”
– Reb Yakov Leib HaKohain

China Krys DarringtonCreative Internet Designer

Byke Project

// April 12th, 2006 // 1 Comment » // Uncategorized

I was tooling around my usual collection of RSS links and found a link-of-a-link which told me about a KILLER design agency and this charitable project they sponsor called “The Byke Project.” Their ABOUT page states:
The BYKE Project is an outreach effort by Dunamis Designs to help repair the bicycles of young kids and teenagers who other wise wouldn’t be able to afford the repairs. As a company that is involved with the BMX and skateboard industries of Houston,TX, we understand how important it is for young people to have bicycles, skateboards, or any other recreational “toys” that actually work and can be ridden. This project hopes to put smiles on young people’s faces as they see their broken “toys” being brought back to life. There have been many times where I have passed through a rough or lower income neighborhood or apartment complex and have seen many abandoned bicycles lying in front of homes or apartments. Many of those times the owner of the bicycle ( a kid or teenager) is hanging out or playing in the foreground or right next to the broken bicycle. Other times I’ve seen kids riding around on bikes that are ready to fall apart or suffering as they ride because of something so minor as a bolt needing to be tightened or a handlebar needing adjusting. Most kids don’t know how to work on their own bikes and the ones in families with very little money can’t afford even the most minor repairs.
There is no reason why a kid should have to be without a bike or ride one that is a “piece of junk” . That’s why this project was born; to help young people just like this .It’s rare that you ever see a bike shop going into these neighborhoods to do such charity, and even if they had such an offer taking place at their shop location, how would the kids get there? On their bikes? This is why the BYKE project is so important. We take the bike shop right to them and it costs them nothing. Why do we want to do this? Because we love young people and this is one way that we can show our love for them. It’s pretty simple.
HOW DOES IT WORK?
Once a neighborhood in town is selected, Dunamis works with a local business, church, or community center in promoting a FREE bicycle repair date. On that date, a tent and repair station is set up and we begin repairing bicycles immediately. These days are usually coupled with lots of music, prizes, and sometimes food, making the whole day a large festive event. Each project date will usually fall on a Saturday or Sunday, devoting the whole day or a few hours to the project. Promotion for the event takes place at least one or two weeks before the project date, ensuring the largest turn-out possible. Note: Our first bike repair endeavor was done through a local church outreach and people waited in line for nearly an hour, just to get their bike looked at and repaired.
WHAT ELSE IS INVOLVED?
Most of the time, these events will be coupled with an outdoor concert involving local Houston rappers and bands that will aid in delivering a very positive, anti-drug / anti-violence message. The free bicycle repair provides the opportunity to share a greater message, leaving these young people with more than just a revitalized bicycle,
but with a message of hope and encouragement.
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This rocks guys. Keep up the good work. Hope and encouragement are well needed in this world. Thank you for your compassion and your effort.

TCS Update from March 2006

// April 10th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

This March brings many, many changes to my life. We move this month, and with that move comes additional responsibility and expense. I will find out more interesting information about my employment. I will graduate from one of my programs that I have invested much effort into and will not longer have my familiar supports. And spring will “sprung” sometime this month too…I’m sure of it!
February is a month of reflection and introspection for me. I sink into a melancholia that is standard, but since I know it happens and will stick no matter what I do, I try to make best use of the time by inventorying where I am in my life an what I intend to keep and what I intend to change. I have some awareness that I intend to leave behind much in this move, but I’m not quite sure that I’ll actually do it. Something about the security of “stuff.” Attachments. Clinging. Let’s call a spade a spade.
February 28 was Mardi Gras back in NOLA and I was missing the festival something fierce. I spoke with many of my people back there during the day and it was great to know that everyone was having a lovely time…but I do miss it. NOLA is the only place that ever felt like home to me…and I can’t seem to get back there.

Liber Al vel Legis – Book III [Happy Holy Day #3] Love is the Law, Love Under Will

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Chapter III

1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.
2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.
4. Choose ye an island!
5. Fortify it!
6. Dung it about with enginery of war!
7. I will give you a war-engine.
8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.
9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.
10. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple — and that temple is already aright disposed — & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.
11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!
12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.
13. But not now.
14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!
15. Ye shall be sad thereof.
16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.
17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.
18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!
19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.
20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.
21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.
22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.
23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.
24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.
25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.
26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.
27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.
28. Also ye shall be strong in war.
29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.
30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!
31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.
32. From gold forge steel!
33. Be ready to fly or to smite!
34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awakethe lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!
35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.
36. Then said the prophet unto the God:
37. I adore thee in the song –I am the Lord of Thebes, and IThe inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;For me unveils the veiled sky,The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsuWhose words are truth. I invoke, I greetThy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed!I adore the might of Thy breath,Supreme and terrible God,Who makest the gods and deathTo tremble before Thee: –I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra!Open the ways of the Khu!Lighten the ways of the Ka!The ways of the Khabs run throughTo stir me or still me!Aum! let it fill me!
38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:
The light is mine; its rays consumeMe: I have made a secret doorInto the House of Ra and Tum,Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.I am thy Theban, O Mentu,The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!Bid me within thine House to dwell,O winged snake of light, Hadit!Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever — for in it is the word secret & not only in the English — and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!
40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.
41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.
42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!
43. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.
44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!
45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a chi
ld mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.
46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!
47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.
48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.
49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.
50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
51. With my Hawk’s head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.
52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.
53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.
54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.
55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!
56. Also for beauty’s sake and love’s!
57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!
58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!
59. As brothers fight ye!
60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra’s seat, lightening the girders of the soul.
62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.
63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.
64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.
65. Through the second, gold.
66. Through the third, stones of precious water.
67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.
68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.
69. There is success.
70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.
71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.
72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia–but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.
73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!
74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.
75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.
The Book of the Law is Written
and Concealed.
Aum. Ha.

THE COMMENT.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The study of this Book is forbidden. It is wise to destroy this copy after the first reading.
Whosoever disregards this does so at his own risk and peril. These are most dire.
Those who discuss the contents of this Book are to be shunned by all, as centres of pestilence.
All questions of the Law are to be decided only by appeal to my writings, each for himself.
There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
Love is the law, love under will.
The priest of the princes,
Ankh-f-n-khonsu

Liber Al vel Legis – Book II | Happy Holy Days!

// April 9th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

Chapter II
1. Nu! the hiding of Hadit.
2. Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and Khabs is the name of my House.
3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.
4. Yet she shall be known & I never.
5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright.
6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is theknowledge of me the knowledge of death.
7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go.
8. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper.
9. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.
10. O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writing.
11. I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.
12. Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.
13. for why? Because thou wast the knower, and me.
14. Now let there be a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!
15. For I am perfect, being Not; and my number is nine by the fools; but with the just I am eight, and one in eight: Which is vital, for I am none indeed. The Empress and the King are not of me; for there is a further secret.
16. I am The Empress & the Hierophant. Thus eleven, as my bride is eleven.
17. Hear me, ye people of sighing!The sorrows of pain and regretAre left to the dead and the dying,The folk that not know me as yet.
18. These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk.
19. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us.
20. Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.
21. We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: verily thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be understood: If the body of the King dissolve, he shall remain in pure ecstasy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun, Strength & Sight, Light; these are for the servants of the Star & the Snake.
22. 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.
23. I am alone: there is no God where I am.
24. Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.
25. Ye are against the people, O my chosen!
26. I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.
27. There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.
28. Now a curse upon Because and his kin!
29. May Because be accursed for ever!
30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.
31. If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.
32. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.
33. Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!
34. But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!
35. Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty!
36. There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times.
37. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!
38. A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law.
39. A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet–secret, O Prophet!
40. A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods.
41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!
42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture!
43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight!
44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.
45. There is death for the dogs.
46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?
47. Where I am these are not.
48. Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.
49. I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg. )
50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green.
51. Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.
52. There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.
53. Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.
54. Nor shall they who cry aloud their folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they are the slaves of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the letters? change them not in style or value!
55. Thou shalt obtain the order & value of the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new symbols to attribute them unto.
56. Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.
57. He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.
58. Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty.
59. Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concea
led! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.
60. Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!
61. There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light undesired, most desirable.
62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.
63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fullness of the inspiration; the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm.
64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour & rapture! Come in our passionate peace, & write sweet words for the Kings.
65. I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One.
66. Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whososeeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.
67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!
68. Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep — die!
69. Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?
70. There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!
71. But exceed! exceed!
72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine — and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! — death is the crown of all.
73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee.
74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.
75. Aye! listen to the numbers & the words:
76. 4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow thee: he shall expound it. But remember, o chose none, to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word.
77. O be thou proud and mighty among men!
78. Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and the name of thy house 418.
79. The end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship to the prophet of the lovely Star!

Liber Al vel Legis – Book 1 | Happy Holy Day #1 Thelemites

// April 8th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

Chapter I

1. Had! The manifestation of Nuit.
2. The unveiling of the company of heaven.
3. Every man and every woman is a star.
4. Every number is infinite; there is no difference.
5. Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men!
6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue!
7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor-paar-kraat.
8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs.
9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you!
10. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known.
11. These are fools that men adore; both their Gods & their men are fools.
12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!
13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.
14. Above, the gemmed azure isThe naked splendour of Nuit;She bends in ecstasy to kissThe secret ardours of Hadit.The winged globe, the starry blue,Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
15. Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.
16. For he is ever a sun, and she a moon. But to him is the winged secret flame, and to her the stooping starlight.
17. But ye are not so chosen.
18. Burn upon their brows, o splendrous serpent!
19. O azure-lidded woman, bend upon them!
20. The key of the rituals is in the secret word which I have given unto him.
21. With the God & the Adorer I am nothing: they do not see me. They are as upon the earth; I am Heaven, and there is no other God than me, and my lord Hadit.
22. Now, therefore, I am known to ye by my name Nuit, and to him by a secret name which I will give him when at last he knoweth me. Since I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof, do ye also thus. Bind nothing! Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.
23. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all!
24. I am Nuit, and my word is six and fifty.
25. Divide, add, multiply, and understand.
26. Then saith the prophet and slave of the beauteous one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So she answered him, bendingdown, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my ecstasy, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my body.
27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!
28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two.
29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union.
30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.
31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all! They feel little; what is, is balanced by weak joys; but ye are my chosen ones.
32. Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! Then the joys of my love will redeem ye from all pain. This is so: I swear it by the vault of my body; by my sacred heart and tongue; by all I can give, by all I desire of ye all.
33. Then the priest fell into a deep trance or swoon, & said unto the Queen of Heaven; Write unto us the ordeals; write unto us the rituals; write unto us the law!
34. But she said: the ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.
35. This that thou writest is the threefold book of Law.
36. My scribe Ankh-af-na-khonsu, the priest of the princes, shall not in one letter change this book; but lest there be folly, he shall comment thereupon by the wisdom of Ra-Hoor-Khuit.
37. Also the mantras and spells; the obeah and the wanga; the work of the wand and the work of the sword; these he shall learn and teach.
38. He must teach; but he may make severe the ordeals.
39. The word of the Law is THELEMA.
40. Who calls us Thelemites will do no wrong, if he look but close into the word. For there are therein Three Grades, the Hermit, and the Lover, and the man of Earth. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
41. The word of Sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.
42. Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will.
43. Do that, and no other shall say nay.
44. For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.
45. The Perfect and the Perfect are one Perfect and not two; nay, are none!
46. Nothing is a secret key of this law. Sixty-one the Jews call it; I call it eight, eighty, four hundred & eighteen.
47. But they have the half: unite by thine art so that all disappear.
48. My prophet is a fool with his one, one, one; are not they the Ox, and none by the Book?
49. Abrogate are all rituals, all ordeals, all words and signs. Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods; and let Asar be with Isa, who also are one. But they are not of me. Let Asar be the adorant, Isa the sufferer; Hoor in his secret name and splendour is the Lord initiating.
50. There is a word to say about the Hierophantic task. Behold! there are three ordeals in one, and it may be given in three ways. The gross must pass through fire; let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest. Thus ye have star & star, system & system; let not one know well the other!
51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis lazuli & jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine & rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Amn. Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore: dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.
52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit!
53. This sh
all regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me!
54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein.
55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them.
56. Expect him not from the East, nor from the West; for from no expected house cometh that child. Aum! All words are sacred and all prophets true; save only that they understand a little; solve the first half of the equation, leave the second unattacked. But thou hast all in the clear light, and some, though not all, in the dark.
57. Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will. Nor let the fools mistake love; for there are love and love. There is the dove, and there is the serpent. Choose ye well! He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God.
All these old letters of my Book are aright; but [Tzaddi] is not the Star. This also is secret: my prophet shall reveal it to the wise.
58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
59. My incense is of resinous woods & gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity.
60. My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a Circle in the Middle, & the circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have asecret glory for them that love me.
61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say — and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple — To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!
64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
65. To me! To me!
66. The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.

Another one for my circle of Hell…

// April 6th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

New family takes in broken child
By Kim Hone-McMahan Beacon Journal staff writer
Lindsay Semple/Akron Beacon Journal
Gerald Hyre was sentenced in April 2003 to 16 years in prison for breaking the spine of his adopted 2-year-old daughter, Kelsey.
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The radio popped on at 6 a.m. Sue Minick stirred, but kept snug beneath the covers waiting for the forecast. If the weather was chilly, she would dress the kids in layers — maybe sweatshirts and jackets. Thinking ahead to her busy day, she only half-listened to the news.
The big story was the execution the day before of Robert A. Buell, the Franklin Township man who raped and murdered 11-year-old Krista Lea Harrison in 1982. She felt momentarily sad for the girl’s family. But it was the next report that made her lunge for the radio and turn up the volume.
WNIR’s Jim Midock told of a 26-month-old Russian child who was taken to Akron Children’s Hospital with a severed spine. The little girl had been in the care of her adoptive father, Gerald Hyre, in their Kenmore home. The incident was under investigation.
Sue wondered if she had heard correctly. Could history be repeating itself?
Sixteen years earlier, her eldest adopted daughter, Amanda, had been left a paraplegic at the hands of her biological father. Whoever was chosen to be this child’s caregiver would surely need to know how to nurse a youngster with a spinal cord injury. God knows, Sue did.
Her husband, Chuck, was already at work when she climbed out of bed and woke up their three daughters.
In the kitchen of her Suffield Township home, Sue flipped on the radio and began preparing waffles and sausage.
“Please, no talking,” she told the kids. “I need to hear the news.”
They watched as their mother paced, clinging to each word blasting from the Bose speakers. Finally, Midock repeated the story.
“That’s my little girl,” she said. “She’s coming here.”
Sue suspected the toddler would be placed in the custody of Summit County Children Services when released from the hospital. She was familiar with the folks there. In the past 10 years, she and Chuck had fostered four children, all with special needs. Of those, the Minicks had adopted three.
When the agency opened at 8:30 a.m., she called for more information about the child from Russia and pleaded to be involved in her life.
Officials told her they would keep in touch. Sue vowed to be a pest.
Adopted from Russia
Gerald and Bonnie Hyre had returned to Akron from Russia on Jan. 19, 2002, with the two children — 18-month-old Kelsey and 22-month-old Nathan. The couple spent more than $32,000 on the adoptions — money advanced on credit cards and borrowed from friends and family members.
A party, complete with a cake and balloons, was held to welcome the youngsters, who were not biological siblings.
Outwardly, Gerald was a doting father with a calm demeanor who would never intentionally harm his children, a man of compassion and caring. The grocery store worker boasted about the children’s accomplishments and proudly shared their pictures with pals. But sometimes he lost his patience: He once punched a hole in a closet door in a bout of anger.
Three months after the youngsters arrived in America, the injuries began.
Time and again, Gerald called his wife at work and asked that she come home to tend to a child who had been hurt. On one occasion, Nathan had fallen. The little boy had bruises on his back and inner thigh.
Another time, Gerald phoned to report that Kelsey had taken a spill off a rocking horse and was limping. She had a broken foot. There were other incidents.
Bonnie discussed her suspicions with co-workers that Gerald might be hurting the kids. She began documenting the bumps and bruises with pictures. However, merely snapping a few photographs wouldn’t be enough to ward off tragedy. Fearing that Kelsey and Nathan might be removed from her home, she failed to report her inklings, or to show the photographs to authorities.
Kelsey is injured
On the morning of Sept. 25, 2002, Bonnie got a call at work from Gerald asking that she come home. He told her that he had dropped Kelsey while getting her out of the crib.
And though he didn’t mention it, Nathan was limping. Doctors would later discover the boy had a broken foot.
Gerald would tell police that he had changed Kelsey’s diaper and taken her into the kitchen for breakfast. But the little girl wasn’t interested in the Cream of Wheat, and though Gerald saw her back was swollen, he never called 911. Instead, he laid the toddler down and waited for his wife to arrive.
Kelsey was on the sofa, her lips quivering, when her mother got home. Noticing a bruise over her right eye and a bump on her back, Bonnie scooped the toddler up into her arms and drove her to the hospital.
Although Gerald would explain that he had accidentally dropped Kelsey, the medical staff knew otherwise.Her injury was the equivalent of someone snapping a stick in half over his knee.
The little girl with hair and eyes the color of chocolate kisses was brought to America for a better life.
Now she would never walk again.
Foster mom feels call
Sue called her friends who worked at the hospital. She told them she was hoping their little Russian patient would be coming to her home as a foster child. Secretly, she was praying it would be more.
She is so beautiful, a hospital worker told Sue.
“Can I come in and see her?”
Oh, no. No one is allowed.
Keeping her promise to be a nuisance, Sue repeatedly telephoned Children Services, pleading that she and Chuck be permitted to see Kelsey.
Three days after Kelsey’s adoptive father broke her back, and about 48 hours after the toddler had surgery to fuse part of her spine, the Minicks were granted a brief visit.
“You have to promise me something,” Chuck told his wife before they left for the hospital.
“OK,” Sue said, sheepishly.
“I will agree to foster this little girl, if you promise not to fall in love and want to adopt her.”
“OK, I promise,” she fibbed.
Although Amanda was now completely self-sufficient, Chuck worried about his wife — who was pushing 50 — taking on another big responsibility. In addition to their girls with special needs, the couple had three biological adult children and were grandparents.
Besides, Chuck, who is a couple of years older than Sue, had visions of retirement: a time when all the kids were out of the house and he and his bride could travel. They werefar too old, reasoned the Goodyear Tire & Rubber electrician, to become the parents of a 2-year-old.
Still, there was no harm in paying her a visit.
Minicks meet Kelsey
Chuck slipped behind the wheel of the Cadillac for the 20-minute ride. The speed limit on the route from their Victorian-style home in Suffield Township to downtown Akron ranged from 25 to 65. Bothered that her husband was abiding by the law, an anxious Sue bit her lip, resisting the temptation to tell him to put the El Dorado into passing gear.
They chatted about the children and their plans for the week. During the discussion, Sue was careful not to tell Chuck about her dream of bringing Kelsey home permanently.
After 32 years of marriage, she knew her husband was an old softy. And if Kelsey was anything like Sue had imagined, he would soon be swooning.
Cradling a stuffed Barney dinosaur in her arms, Sue entered the room directly across from the nurses’ station.
“Hi! Hi!” Kelsey called, flashing a mouthful of baby teeth.
Using the purple toy, they played make-believe. Kelsey snatched Chuck’s leather hat off his head and plopped it on her own. By the time a hospital worker told the Minicks it was time to leave, Chuck was smitten. Already he was vowing that no one but he should be the father of the toddler whose eyes sparkled when she giggled.
“You know, she’s going to be very high-maintenance,” Chuck told his wife on their way home.
Saying nothing, Sue just grinned. Her husband’s remark was confirmation. Like her, he was bewitched.
Kelsey leaves the hospital
Sue visited Kelsey often during the child’s 10-day stay at Children’s Hospital. The toddler was always happy and delightful, right up until she was transferred to the Cleveland Clinic for rehabilitation.
In the past, the drugs had masked the pain — and Kelsey’s memories. But now, she was being weaned off some of the medication.
“Out!” she shouted to visitors, pointing her tiny finger toward the door.
Frustrated, Sue begged hospital and Children Services staffers to allow Kelsey to be cared for in her home. She reasoned the little girl needed to be in a nurturing environment rather than an institution.
Four days later, convinced that Sue was an expert at caring for children with spinal cord injuries, they allowed her to take Kelsey home.
Before Kelsey arrived, Sue warned her children that the 2-year-old was suffering, that her personality had changed, and the homecoming probably would not be a happy one.
Fraught with pain and terrified, Kelsey refused to sleep, often staying up all night watching cartoons on television, the only thing that seemed to bring her comfort. The fever-pitched wails lasted for months, intensifying when Chuck walked into the room. The little girl who had left an imprint on his heart now hated him.
Kelsey was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, explained a psychologist at Akron’s Child Guidance & Family Solutions. The images of what had happened to her were streaming through her tiny head like a horror film. To her, Gerald Hyre was the bogeyman, and most adult men in her life would suffer because of it.
Any noise startled her. The volume on the television was kept off. Even the sound of the crinkling of wrapping paper on Christmas morning made her whimper.
Before the holiday, she had spent hours flipping through the pages of the J.C. Penney Christmas catalog. Each time, she paused on the page that contained pictures of Big Wheel tricycles. When asked what she wanted from Santa, she would tell the family a bike — pointing to the catalog.
Before her “mean daddy” — as Kelsey began referring to Gerald Hyre — had hurt her, she was able to ride a Big Wheel. Now, she would have to settle for something different.
A couple of days before Christmas, Joe Klusti, a young man from Miller’s Rental & Sales, delivered a small customized wheelchair to the Minick home. During the visit, Sue explained what had happened to Kelsey.
The misty-eyed Klusti said: “No child should get a wheelchair for Christmas.”



Kim Hone-McMahan can be reached at 330-996-3742 or kmcmahan@thebeaconjournal.com

Everywhere is War

// April 5th, 2006 // No Comments » // Uncategorized

“Until the Philosophy that holds one man superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned everywhere is war”

~Bob Marley