"Ask the scientist if stick or stone are what they 'appear to be'; or inquire of the philosopher, who thinks of them as projections of his thought. Of the permanent and the transitory, the external and the subjective, we can make arbitrary definitions only. At the end of all analyses, only the mind as a functioning, dynamic and creative focus remains to us. We speak of the astral world as the Treasure House of Images, but those dwell there declare that it is we who walk in a world of distorted dreams." -- Meade Layne, introductory note to "Beneath What Stars?", Round Robin, Vol. XV, No. 1, Feb - Mar 1959.
"Technologically, then, since the entrance into Aquarius we have become capable of 'equaling the gods,' as the Tradition promised. Intellectually, the matter seems less clear-cut, within the framework of humanist thought. Either the correlation between the 'renewal of the acts of the Elohim' and the entrance into Aquarius is entirely accidental, and in that case the deviation from the laws of probability is such that the universe is less rational than we thought (which seriously reduces our chances of understanding and penetrating it), or the promise included in the Tradition is not the work of 'inspired Prophets' but a rational inheritance from rational Galaxians, and in that case the first thing we should seek 'in the sky' is the promised 'bow of the covenant' (hoping that it will give us a solution to the problems posed by our spiritual unreadiness, which is flagrant)." -- Jean Sendy, The Coming of the Gods, p. 145.
"What are we going to do with an enormous amount of valuable real estate known, not quite correctly, as the Church -- whether it be Catholic, Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Methodist, Congregational, or Unitarian?
"I myself was once a clergyman, and was for five years the Episcopal chaplain to students, United States Navy units, and faculty at Northwestern University, so I know whereof I speak from the inside. I am also, and have been for forty years, a student of comparative religion, and have concluded that any form of orthodox, conservative, or fundamentalist Christianity is the most difficult religion in the world to explain to any intelligent person. It can be done, but it takes hours and hours of explaining, and sometimes explaining away, a system of theology, history, and symbolism which is as remote from the comprehension of most educated young people as the religion of the Incas or Aztecs. Some people -- like C. S. Lewis, Jacques Maritain, William Temple, and even Dorothy Sayers -- have made a good try at it, but one comes away with the feeling that these are such brilliant intellectual types that they could make a good case for any proposition whatsoever -- as that the entire solar system is inside the sun (which is easy to argue), or that the entire system of galaxies is the atomic structure in the pimple on the nose of an old lady, who lives a very ordinary life, in an immeasurably large dimension.
"The churches have, for at least a century, been trying to beguile young people into acceptance of this bizarre religion -- with negligible results. They have tried young peoples' fellowships, with dances and pot-luck suppers, drama clubs, discussion groups, sports teams, Bible study circles, choral groups, bingo games, and have even gone so far as to use jazz for their service music and invite rock bands to play at the altar. They have made up prayers and retold Bible stories in hip language. They have opened up crypts and basements as immense pads where vagrant and impoverished hippies can flop for the night. Yet there is the inescapable sensation that all this is bait on a trap -- and of course it is, for the Church has been on the make as a missionary organization, counting converts, since its inception, and, with only the most cursory examination of other religions, knows in advance that it is the only really good and true one.
"The trap itself is (1) that the Church would persuade you to worship Jesus Christ as your sole Savior and Hero, and to regard him not simply as wise, loving, and divine, but -- competitively -- as the wisest, most loving, and only truly divine being that has ever walked the earth, and that in some mysterious way, which has never yet been clearly explained, his death by crucifixion paid the price for all our sins, if only we will accept it as having done so. (This is an argument in which the advocate and the judge are invariably the same person or corporation.)
"(2) The Church will insist that you abstain from all genital sexual activity whatsoever until such time as you are monogamously wedded, preferably under the Church's auspices. Under the present economic and educational system this should keep most lusty people completely frustrated until at least twenty-three, unless parents are willing to help out, and then again it is extremely foolhardy to embark upon a monogamous marriage until you are at least forty.
"(3) When you become a member, the Church will expect of you an annual pledge of x dollars, to be divided between missionary work and the maintenance of your own particular church, and which goes chiefly for utilities, paying the minister's salary, and, above all, paying off the mortgage on a whopping Gothic-style building.
"(4) The Church will expect you to attend at least one of its services regularly, every Sunday, and with very, very few exceptions these are universally abominable. In the first place they consist almost exclusively of talk. We tell God what to do and what not to do, and give him information about things which, if he is omniscient, he already knows. We attempt to celebrate his glory with doggerels and religious nursery rhymes called hymns, mostly set to military or sentimental tunes. And then the minister, speaking on God's behalf, thinks up ear-catching ways of spinning out platitudes concerning the avoidance of evil and the cultivation of goodness. The Roman Catholic Church recently made the serious mistake of having the Mass celebrated everywhere in the vernacular, so that it could be 'understood', and added insult to injury by having some person standing with a microphone beside the altar to 'explain' what was going on, thereby depriving Christendom of the last widespread stronghold of mystery. To find it any more you have to go to such joyous places as the Russian Orthodox Cathedral in Paris, where there are no pews, and the rite is celebrated in Old Slavonic, which nobody understands. It was the same with the medieval Latin of the Roman Church. Even if you knew Latin quite well, it was so chanted or mumbled as to be perfectly unintelligible." -- Alan Watts, What Shall We Do with the Church?, from Cloud-Hidden Whereabouts Unknown, pp. 153 - 157. [excerpts.]
"Not only does propaganda seek to invade the whole man, to lead him to adopt a mystical attitude and reach him through all possible psychological channels, but, more, it speaks to all men. Propaganda cannot be satisfied with partial successes, for it does not tolerate discussion. As long as a noticeable or expressed tension or a conflict of action remains, propaganda cannot be said to have accomplished its aim. It must produce quasi-unanimity, and the opposing faction must become negligible, or in any case cease to be vocal. Extreme propaganda must win over the adversary and be vocal. Extreme propanda must win over the adversary and at least use him by integrating him into its own frame of reference. That is why it was so important to have an Englishman speak on the Nazi radio or a General Paulus on the Soviet radio..." -- Jacques Ellul, Propaganda: The Formation of Men's Attitudes, p. 11.
"As [Ira] delved deeper into the world of the paranormal, he became increasingly convinced that recent psychic revelations could have significant global impact. In some scenarios, these could have alarming consequences. Through his relationship with Andrija Puharich and others, in what he jokingly called a 'psychic mafia,' the Unicorn assumed a key role in the task of alerting our people about the implications of this revolution. Our old view of the world was a house of cards, set to tumbling by an unexpected breeze: the indisputability of Uri Geller's powers. That breeze would soon turn to a gust, as people understood that a combination of factors was turning our world view upside down. In Einhorn's universe, those factors included the undeniability of UFOs, the startling discoveries in quantum physics, and the inevitability of the new world order -- shaken loose by the Aquarian Transformation. Ira saw himself as sort of a New Age Paul Revere, waking the nation to these realities.
"Ira always did have his apocalyptic strain, but it was never so strong as when he talked about the implications of the so-called 'mind-bomb.' He said that both the United States and the Soviets have known about the existence of the paranormal for years, and by spreading this information over his network, and his other services as 'planetary enzyme,' he was bucking a conspiracy of silence. 'The ethical situation that I find myself in is that I'm constantly involved in a cosmic Watergate,' he said. 'And that the information that has been kept from me and that was not provided for me as a child was a lot worse than the Watergate situation.'
"The occasion at which he spoke the above words was the 'Mind Over Matter' conference that Einhorn organized on the Penn campus in late January 1977. It was one of several gatherings of the psychic mafia that Ira mid-wifed. The key players were all in attendance. Andrija Puharich, the ringmaster of the paranormal, speaking about the Space Kids. Chris Bird, an expert in odd corners of the paranormal with reputed CIA connections, talking about dowsing, as well as the biological implications dealt with in his best-selling book, The Secret Life of Plants. Tom Bearden, a retired Air Force colonel whose raucous self-published The Excalibur Briefing postulated a grand alternative view of reality, 'a theory of biofields which unites mental phenomena with physics.' The theory also encompassed UFOs and cattle mutilation.
"The conference drew a full crowd despite a snowstorm and energized Ira's interests in the field even more. In the subsequent weeks the focus of his paranormal discussions shifted to another one of Andrija Puharich's pet subjects: mind control and other bizarre effects created by use of extra low frequency (ELF) rays. This was presumably an outgrowth of Nikola Tesla's theories in the early part of the century. (Some of those theories had, over the years, thrust Tesla -- universally celebrated as the inventor of alternating current and radio technology -- as a cult figure, a mystic Svengali to any number of conspiracy-minded fanatics.) Puharich had thrust himself into a center of controversy, looking into claims that the Russians had beamed ELF rays to Canadian cities and had temporarily scrambled peoples' minds. Ira burned up the phone lines to his network compatriots, gathering and spreading information on the now-hot Tesla beat. Was it true that Tesla's papers were smuggled out of the United States after the inventor's death? And that those papers, now in Communist hands, held secrets that would bring great power to any country that attempted to exploit them? And that the Russians were actually doing this, in conjunction with their previously documented work in psychic research? And that the United States had its own effort, so supersecret that even Congress was kept in the dark about it?
"These questions, along with rumors and speculations, were central to Ira's psychic mafia in the spring of 1977 and ultimately aired at a conference in the Harvard Science Center in Cambridge, Massachusetts, called 'Towards a Physics of Consciousness.' Though the proposed subject matter was identical to Ira's 'Mind over Matter' gathering, Puharich chose that event to air out the Tesla controversy. All hands agreed that it was a dangerous subject -- who knew that the various government intelligence agencies would do to keep this information secret? -- and they should be very careful." -- Steven Levy, The Unicorn's Secret, pp. 216 - 218.
"Let me explain to you my procedure. When I go away for the summer I very quickly pack up. It takes a day to pack up the apartment. Because we're subletting. I clear my desk, we just pack everything away and put it in the back closet and in the last four years, of course, I did that with Holly . . . . We went to London in the summer of '77 and everything went into the back closet. My procedure when I came back from the summer [was] to spend a day or so going through things, throwing them away, straightening out papers -- and also refreshing what I had out there 'cause I often got requests for past papers most of the time which I wouldn't fulfil because I was so busy, but I'd like to know what I had out there. And that's what I did [in 1978]. I obviously went through a whole series of papers, decided which ones were dangerous, put them in the trunk, and just stored it back there. . . .
"Then Ira got to what he considered "the crazy part of the story." It began with Ira's companion in the so-called psychic mafia, Andrija Puharich. According to Puharich, the arson of his Ossining home had been caused by the CIA, which took a dim view of the Space Kids experiments, particularly Puharich's habit of having the young psychics monitor the Pentagon, the White House, and the Kremlin by means of remote viewing. Puharich had recently sent Einhorn a letter saying that Intelligence agencies had been spreading a rumor that Ira had killed Holly. (The possibility that these "agents" may have been J. R. Pearce and associates, who while investigating Holly's disappearance frequently identified themselves as FBI men, was something Ira did not consider here.) Ira's guess was that those rumors were part of an effort to stop his crusade of soliciting and spreading information about U. S. and Soviet involvement in psychic warfare. Einhorn claimed he was among the world vanguard in circulating information regarding Tesla technology -- used in various ways from Soviet jamming techniques known as the 'Russian Woodpecker,' to ELF transmissions clouding minds in Timmons, Ontario, even in Russian efforts to control the weather! Ira had not only distributed dispatches on his network about this but had written an article in Co-Evolution Quarterly (a magazine founded by Stewart Brand of the Whole Earth Catalog) about the Tesla stuff, warning of a 'psychic Pearl Harbor.' Then there was his recent trip to Yugoslavia, paid for, Ira said, by the Yugoslavian government, which provided him high-level access to their Tesla files. All of this technology was, Ira insisted to the dumbfounded Greg Walter, potentially as dangerous as nuclear weapons. And, as far as Ira could see, his involvement in this might have triggered his present dilemma. A dilemma made more confounding by the fact that its origins were so fantastic -- and difficult to verify -- that the explanation seemed absurd in terms of a murder alibi." -- ibid., pp. 274 - 275.
"Initially, of course, many of Einhorn's friends rushed to his defense. For one thing, they considered tales of psychic warfare not at all 'crazy.' Though rumor and hyperbole were common in the outposts of fringe science that constituted Ira Einhorn country, true believers claimed a factual basis for the charge that the superpowers, and particularly the Soviet bloc, had funded experiments to consider the military applications of paranormal phenomena. The facts were documented in books like Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain, as well as dispatches from the likes of the Washington Post and Jack Anderson's columns (one Anderson researcher wrote Mind Wars, a book about U. S. government efforts in this field). Ira Einhorn himself had recently obtained and circulated a mammoth U. S. Defense Intelligence Agency study, recently declassified, entitled 'Soviet and Czechoslovakian Parapsychology Research,' in which a researcher for our government claimed that the Communists indeed had programs in psychic phenomena that one day might lead to the development of unstoppable mind-weaponry.
"Naturally, many of Einhorn's network buddies, particularly those in the psychic mafia, were ready to believe that his arrest was an effort to suppress the flow of information about such activities. Witness the stirring treatment given to Ira's case in Specula, a journal focusing largely on psychotronic weaponry and obscure UFO sightings. Ira's colleague Tom Bearden, in a roundup of the various persecutions suffered by truth tellers of his acquaintance, wrote that Ira
"'was suddenly confronted with a decomposed body in a trunk in his apartment. He is now awaiting trial, charged with the alleged murder. And that is so totally incredible, so out of character with the high consciousness and attunement of my friend, that I for one don't believe it for an instant. Particularly since he was working on Tesla material, directly in contact with the Yugoslavian government, and trying to get information out to the public on Tesla weapon effects. At any rate, it appears suspiciously as if the psychotronics investigators/researchers are slowly being eliminated or nullified.'
"To experienced conspiracy theorists like Bearden, Einhorn's arrest was one of a series of calamities befalling those involved in this particular cause: These included the arson of Puharich's house; the death in a plane crash of Itzhak Bentov, author of Stalking the Wild Pendulum and an Einhorn crony; and the mysterious fatal stroke that befell Wilbur Franklin, an Ohio scientist studying the powers of Uri Geller. Surely on the surface, the idea of Ira Einhorn murdering Holly Maddux seemed ludicrous, much more so than the idea of his being one more victim of the 'psychic Watergate' he so frequently spoke of. And if you chanced to ask Ira why it was that these government agencies decided to frame him with a murder, rather than simply eliminating him personally, well, wasn't it obvious? They didn't want a martyr." -- ibid., pp. 277 - 278.
[OUR NOTES: They never do want martyrs. All this psychic warfare, paranormal, psychic mafia, psychic Watergate stuff is everyday subject matter with some of us, and has been for nearly two decades, but to the folks who actually believe a John Walsh or a Bill Curtis, it is too much to accept as true. My only question is, Ira, why didn't you check out the trunk a lot sooner? Bleach and other cleaners weren't enough! Your Taurean male ego and your emotions made you an excellent target for what the Spooks had in mind for you, and, it is not premature to say that it really cost the movement of which you and your Network were the leading lights of. Not only that, it helped to slow down a movement that a track record going long before the 1960s and 1970s. We can recall being at gatherings in the early 80s, and the person we accompanied to some of these was asking old acquaintances he'd meet, and they''d ask him sometimes, as well: 'Have you heard anything about Ira?' 'What do you know about Ira?' Not something I knew about yet, myself, though I can remember the News at Ten footage of the arrest scene in the spring of 1979, during the last good year of the best popular music ever: DISCO!....
Well, the Work continues.]
"Let me summarize my conclusions thus far: UFOs are real. They are an application of psychotronic technology; that is, they are physical devices used to affect human consciousness. They may not be from outer space; they may, in fact, be terrestrial-based manipulating devices. Their purpose may be to achieve social changes on this planet. Their methods are those of deception: systematic manipulation of witnesses and contactees; covert use of various sects and cults; control of the channels through which the alleged 'space messages' can make an impact on the public." -- Jacques Vallee, Messengers of Deception, p. 21.
"The public has two usual positions on UFOs, either 'It's all nonsense,' or 'We are visited by creatures from another planet.' Until today, the first position has been the stronger one. A majority of the public and practically every scientist has long thought that UFOs were nonsense -- and that is why there are no UFO detectives. Now things are changing. So many people have seen strange phenomena that a new belief has been born. Scientific opinion cannot stop this shifting of power. Unfortunately, once disturbed from its comfortable position of rest, the public will shift to the other extreme and start believing in space visitations. This is unavoidable. It is so reassuring to have other forms of life come here! They may be horrible to behold, but at least 'they' know about us, 'they' care about us, and 'they' have gone to the trouble of coming here to see what we look like! In the naive words of a New York Times science editor, 'We are not Alone!'
"There is another system. It is sending us messengers of deception. They are not necessarily coming from nearby stars. In terms of the effect on us, it doesn't matter where they come from. I even suspect that 'where' and 'when' have no meaning here. How could we be alone? The black box of science has stopped ticking. People look up toward the stars in eager expectation.
"Receiving a visit from outer space sounds almost as comfortable as having a God. Yet we shouldn't rejoice too soon. Perhaps we will get the visitors we deserve." -- ibid., pp. 222 - 223.
"The Excalibur Briefing details the basic concepts of the theory involved in hyperspace-virtual state engineering, and thus in the engineering of mind-life-consciousness links to multicellular organisms here on earth. Pat Flanagan's neurophone proves that complex information can be implanted directly in the brain and mind, bypassing the normal isolating barriers. Drs. York and Jensen have shown that the brain wave does indeed contain recognizable, decodable information analogues. Lisitsyn has already reported measuring the number of independent channels involved and has documented the importance of the clipped brain waves as opposed to the sine-wave content. If we have the vision, we can still develop a brainlink and rapidly apply it to link sixty to one hundred persons, thereby opening a conscious, multidimensional 'eye' for the collective human unconsciousness, gently rousing ZARG into wakefulness, and fulfilling human destiny without undergoing the psychotronic Armageddon planned by the Soviets. The time is short, but it can still be done if the funding, the vision, and the team can be established on a crash priority basis." -- Thomas E. Bearden, The Excalibur Briefing (1st Edition), p. 258.
"A great celebration, in San Francisco. A thousand young people, the nucleus of everything psychic and countercultural in Northern California, have gathered in a large auditorium. There are booths selling health food, cosmic advice, tantric yoga courses, and consciousness training. A colorful crowd pulsates through the aisles and fills the seminar rooms. The One World Family Commune of Berkeley runs a restaurant. It is directed by Allan the Messiah, wearing an impeccable red uniform and advertising the Everlasting Gospel revealed to him by the saucers. His information indicates that the earth is in fact hollow, with the saucer people inside.
"'Do you really believe that?' asks a friend of mine.
"'Certainly,' he replies. 'If you were going to make a planet, would you waste all that good dirt?'
"I find myself on a panel with Andrija Puharich, Arthur Young, mathematician Charles Muses (Young and Muses are the two authors of an excellent book called Consciousness and Reality) and a scientist, Tom Bearden. The panel is chaired by Ira Einhorn, a poet from Philadelphia. Puharich describes his latest experiences with Geller. He explains to the audience that he gets messages on his tape recorder, coming from a mysterious cosmic source. But the tape vanishes regularly. There is nothing he can do to prevent it, and he is totally committed to the idea that he and Uri are now guided by a very high source of wisdom, and that the only course for mankind is to place its destiny in 'their' hands.
"Ira gives the floor to Charles Muses who comments on Geller. Humanity, he says, stands on the brink of catastrophe, at the edge of a chasm. How are we to reach the safe side? A flying saucer hovers above the chasm, our only hope: 'Do you want a lift?' asks the UFO.
"Salvation from heaven. Shouldn't we know something more about the helpful stranger before we jump on board? Shouldn't we make sure that the chasm is real, and that we cannot bridge it with our own resources? Cannot we reach the other side by our own means?
"While we are asked to suspend all our rational thoughts, to forget our 'obsolete' critical faculties, to throw control overboard, then the time has come to take all the data and go away with it to a quiet place to think. My guess is that the problem will not be seriously studied by many scientists until it has begun to generate a very high degree of public awareness, and then the approach will be an entirely classical one: millions of dollars to consultants and research institutes, thousands of questionnaires, field investigators with glass bottles, sociologists filling correlation matrices, medical personnel adjusting electrodes over the frontal lobes of ranchers. But this will only be, in my opinion, another wrinkle in the learning curve, another step in the conditioning.
"There is a strange urge in my mind: I would like to stop behaving as a rat pressing levers -- even if I have to go hungry for a while. I would like to step outside the conditioning maze and see what makes it tick. I wonder what I would find. Perhaps a terrible superhuman monstrosity the very contemplation of which would make a man insane? Perhaps a solemn gathering of wise men? Or the maddening simplicity of unattended clockwork?" -- Jacques Vallee, The Invisible College, pp. 204 - 206.
"There's so many problems
In
the world today
Now and here
Is the time to celebrate!
It must be fate
Why
we're here today
So let's all give thanks
Cuz it's time to celebrate!"
-- "Time to Celebrate," by Eternal Sun; from the very very Excellent compilation entitled Space-Ibiza 2002 from grooviliciousmusic... see www.space-ibiza.com and www.grooviliciousmusic.com
Be sure and visit the recently revamped website at www.space-ibiza.com -- it is quite nice.
"Worse, this banded group is on almost every Thelemic list, they do nothing but insult and attack, and will go to any misuse of rhetoric, logic and decorum that they can find in order to suppress any wholesome dialogue. Many people are subscribed to these elists...but few dare post and risk the wrath of this death internet death squad. The rights of man forwarded in Liber Oz is abhorrent to this group as they thwart them for every possible person that they come across and nothing can be said on the net without their tacit approval. But to get back to the list of associated Satanists..." -- from the diatribe at: http://www.a-m-h-r.org/egroups.html
""What is the hidden influence behind the press, behind all the subversive movements going on around us? Are there several Powers at work? Or is there one Power, one invisible group directing all the rest -- the circle of the Real Initiates?" -- Secret Societies and Subversive Movements, p. 349.
"Keep on surfing." -- bumper sticker.
"Learn to know the differences, and you shall find that there are no differences," -- Received statement, January 1992 c.e. [That is, unless you're a flaming dogmatist.]
"Hell is the Depth of Heaven." -- Received 31 December 1991.
"If you can't please yourself, you can't please your soul; and if you don't please your soul, it's just gonna get up and walk away and find pleasure elsewhere.
"There are more bodies than there are souls." -- received 21-2 May 1991 c.e., Anaheim Abbey. Dictated by the original of Father_ACME. Part of the Dur-An-Ki Working, which reached its climax on 05 July 1991 c.e.
"Tell the People what they want to Know, Then Give them Our Story." -- Message received from the Inner Planes, 05 July 1991 c.e.
"In the beginning doth the Magus speak Truth, and send forth Illusion and Falsehood to enslave the soul. Yet therein is the Mystery of Redemption." -- Liber I (B vel Magi), Verse 1.
"Killing Sacred Cows makes one fine barbecue!" ~~ Stefan of Tuzla.
This update should complete some of the items left off in the 01 May update....
We offer the present revision during the hiatus between the previous War and whatever comes next. And since this is one of those seasons that the Thelema crowd tends to flare up, a few notes are in order in that department. Also, we look forward to the upcoming version 5, and the 100th Anniversary of the Cairo Revelation (not the 100th Anniversary of Thelema, by the way!)... Plus, more on some of our experiences that got us deeply involved in this work.
Perhaps the quotes above, and those in the Second-hand Book-stall section may at first appear out of step with what we present below in the various segments of this long editorial, but rest assured, dear reader, the associations exist, and for those who wonder at our recent brashness on a certain Thelemic e-list, it is due to the creation and manipulation of sleeper agents like those we have run across during our tenure here.
I'm a friend of Al C.
The next section is not unrelated to the above. Particularly since there are those about who fancy themselves "Prophets", "Special Children of Al", et cetera, at the exclusion of everyone else who is so self-designated. I mean, who's to say there's only one Prophet at a time? That's so Old Aeon, after all. Prophets are born all the time (perhaps not as often these days, but still...) -- and concocting some gematria claptrap isn't going to cut it, nor is trying to convince stubborn die-hard intellectuals who really should be atheists...
Is there a concensus in Thelema? Evidently not. Is this important? Perhaps, perhaps not. Depending upon one's orientation, at least. Do we want an amalgamated Thelema? Like what became of the Christian Church? No, emphatically.
There is a problem with a great deal we have seen, read, and heard, relating to Thelema as it is expressed today. Some want the wine and tit show church replacement that being "Gnostic" affords one. Some want the amphetamine rush that misunderstandings of "Do what thou wilt" can provide. Some want the concensus approval of belonging to the club. Some even want the attention of going against the grain. NOW GET THIS: We say "some" -- certainly, not all. We have been enjoying our dialogues of late on Aiwaz-Thelema and off and on, on Greater Thelema and our own Antiquities of the Illuminati list [if people would get past the war topic, that is!], and while some things appear as irritants, we are confident that indeed, We are not Alone! [as far as our ideals are concerned, that am!] One thing for sure, there are plenty of variations on the Theme. So, whatsit matter, whatsit matter?
Well, when we read peoples' posts on various lists, it is clear to us that complaining, whining, and arguing, along with a healthy dose of second-circuit hardware problems, is definitely in the majority. But then, who are we to talk?
Why is this important to us? Because there is more in all the world, than any of this. And the world is affected by this, as it is affected by all the other things that affect it, like wars and pollution.
The Thelemic current is one which we have been surveying throughout Antiquities of the Illuminati. Not merely the past 100 years, but going all the way back to the beginnings of spiritual and religious traditions on this Planet.
To state that we're in a new aeon and all that old stuff simply doesn't matter anymore is to betray one's ignorance. Then why do Magick, or magic, religion, Cabala, Cabbalah, Qabalah, Kabalah, Qabbalah, Quabbalah (but rarely ever Kabbalah) and all the rest?
Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it, goes the saying.
How many magical heirs of the Old Boy have there been, from Frater Achad onwards? How many incarnations of Leah Hirsig have there been since the original? Our ex is one, so all presently living contenders must definitely have to step aside, be swept aside, or acknowledge the fact plain and simple, or give up as failures.
I mean, how many illegitimate offspring of the Beast are there, for that matter? Or surviving products of the Old Man's loins? and their surviving offspring, as well? Are we mad? who knows? If we said no, would you believe us?
I mean, wake up and realize that this old shtick is no good anymore. Even the Old Boy himself didn't take that incarnation stuff seriously, like all his supposed disciples, followers, "successors", have. If you are one of these, you've been duped, if you do not understand fully his words on incarnation, reincarnation, the magical memory, and so forth. [As demonstrated in the chapter in MTP on the Magical Memory, as well as things written in Magick without Tears...] And, for that matter, authentic Tibetan writings on the subject, and the writings of Thomas Bearden, particularly The Excalibur Briefing, First Edition, 1980. Several can exist simultaneously, not just one. And, in fact, several do exist.
I saw that post on the A-T page that had the proclamation of Aleisterion, and I saw nothing but the same old delusions of grandeur that my former acquaintance, the failed Frater Kinema aka Steve Kime aka the Prophet aka Al's best friend and salesman, tried on me, and on everyone else he came in contact with. [See below, in the Rovelli memorial, for more on this story]
So, if you are, at the exclusion of all others, someone special, then so are we all. Kill them all, let God sort them out. Feed the cannibals that still exist. One fellow says we taste a bit like pork. Dat's sum fine-ass cue, man! Just add Hawaiian Pineapple and some King's Hawaiian and that'll be a nice luau. And be sure and get lei'd.
To make matters more complicated, we know that there are rumors at least in the conspiranoia category that say that these incarnations are deliberately created and manipulated by powers that seek to use them to accomplish the ends of a fascist world order gone mad. Anyone ever hear of Project Greenstar?
We may not agree with writers in the Mind Control field, when they bash us all as being evil scum, for daring to be occultists, magicians, pagans, Thelemites, or whatever else the labels come out reading. However, it is clear to us that at least one organization we are on the record as having been associated with, had been manipulated by the spook trade, at the moment it started to get big, in the United States (i.e., TOPY). [Please don't regard us as simpleton material, for acknowledging our past membership in TOPY in the late 1980s. I mean, we're all kids at least once! Dammit!]
So, rather than wasting time proclaiming your self-importance, because "Aiwass said so"... then do something that actually merits your self-deluded claims. Many others, ourselves included can provide just as many claims, but don't because there is more to the picture than any of that! And, at this stage in the game, there is much more work to do than trumpet about, about how special one is, just because it came in a vision, or a magical experience with some armchair Cabala to make it supposedly official. Like we have stated elsewhere, step to the back of the line, there's plenty in line before you.
To the lions! But with a hefty dose of Imodium!! NEXT!!!
[What follows was received on 18 June 1991 c.e., exactly 12 years ago as it is being key-entered. It was during the Dur.An.Ki. Working period.]
.'. 93 '.'
True, it is a love few can encounter and many see pictured before them as the Goal. Maybe this love is our Age-long Curse: Lucifer and Cheva, maybe so. The Knowledge of LOVE, the Union that is endless, the operation whose veil is shame and deceit! The lying spectre of the Centuries has replaced lying. The truth to them manifests in the material plane and is imperfect and suspect because at their hearts they are full of lies, and not the lies that inspire genius! -- rather, those which create sickness, disease, obesity, cancer, hatred, bigotry, wars, famines, death eternal!
And they blame me for all this? After all, it was always their lot to seek "scape goats" for Azazel, to blame a Cain or an Hagar or an Ishmael or an Esau!
But at least we feasted well on all those goats!
LOVE is the Law, and not superficial love that is found in office gossip or night clubs! It starts from the point of view of the Individual and works outward.
If you don't LOVE YOURSELF, Fellow God, Fellow Brother, Fellow Man, how can you ever in a trillion epochs of pre-history hope to find love?
You could Love the fuck out of humanity and give it all give it all away and love sick people and love like Gandhi or Lennon but in the end there will be nothing left if you don't LOVE YOURSELF! Inside an empty core, outside, your Confidence Game, your own brand of deodorant to cover up the fact that you look lowly upon yourself, and emanate a psychic stench that gives you away.
LOVE YOURSELF
LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOU WOULD LOVE YOUR SELF!
LOVE ALL!
WE LOVE YOU!
But is the LOVE given without contract the Love given without counting on return?
The Christians enjoy investing money in scams to see how they can get rich off "heathens" (The Jews, Moslems, and others as well).
And as predictable as ever, they even treat LOVE the same way! They not only LOVE the Money, the which is the root of all EVIL, they LOVE FOR MONEY, which is Prostitution, the (second) oldest Profession, which they strive to suppress (at least on the surface, since they require these vices, so called, in order to prop up their bunco outfits) -- though, without prostitutes, there would be a lot of unhappy Christians!
That says a lot! The religions of the world are filthy dens of whoredom -- not the Sacred Whoredom WE consider to be equal to QDSh -- Holiness -- but, rather, the temptation to fall in the quicksand which is hot liquefied super-glue.
They want to commit suicide and want to bring us with them, using us as their scapegoats!
They will always LIE to cover up what they know as true and can't deny at least at the soul level.
18 Jun 1991 c.e.
Anaheim Abbey.
It's been a year now, since the wild online activity took place amongst certain parties, over the Rovelli Censure created primarily as a means of catharsis for several of us who really had been given a lot of grief by the individual in question.
I know, I know, we last wrote about this subject in January of this year, and thought that would be the end of it, but we had to spend a little time reminiscing, since it is part of the human animal to be nostalgic after all.
Good things come as a result of not such good things sometimes. In the case of this Rovelli business, several alliances were effected between several groups and individuals, and two groups have a lot to crow about.
For instance, out of all this came Greater Thelema. While small, presently, it has great plans for the near future.
Also, the Antiquities of the Illuminati project, also allied with GT, was able to start its long-term goals of being the pre-eminent portal site on the Internet for such information that it provides in its links and news pages, thanks to the excellent job the AntiqIllum Links Mgr has done of it. Version Four was quite a success, even if events transpired towards the end of the season that prohibited the Director from finishing the 01 May update properly.
When people join email lists and relentlessly attack anybody who disagrees with them, or bait everyone with loaded statements just waiting to see who falls for it, it is necessary to ferret them out and expose them as the bunco artists that they are. Free Speech? YES, and this is not an infringement of Free Speech, at all. In fact it is a guarantee of its survival. We must police our own, because the Establishment would shut us all up if they wanted to. People like Rovelli, Paul Smith, Ms. Childress, and others have done plenty of damage to other parties, and we are certain that more people will do more damage. Weren't born yesterday, after all. Just two days ago. This is the sort of thing that has existed in these types of movements as long as these types of movements have existed.
That said, it doesn't mean we have to enjoy them, or, for that matter, tolerate them. There are genuine limits to tolerance. There comes a time when that which is supposed to be tolerated is not even valid material. Particularly if that which is supposed to be tolerated exhibits an intolerant demeanor, as we have seen in the case of Rovelli, and in the case of [Paul] Smith and for that matter, Childress. We are not personally affected by the latter name, but we are aware of several persons who are.
So, what more can we say about the story?
Well, I suppose that it connects with other elements in the Story as it relates to our own physical existence here.
For example, our reaction to these special people, these pretenders to greatness, as well as to these people who seem to need to be fighting everybody else in order to validate their own existence is based upon (only in part, really: each individual case, of course, has its own merits and peculiarities)... our experiences in Orange County, California during the year 1990.
We have related this story in previous General Editorials, that much is true. However, we may not have related the entire story and related the sinister web that we uncovered during the years following that fateful summer. Here is a picture from that fateful TOPY Event in San Francisco, 3 March 1990 c.e., in the Castro district: [Hey, there were some nice Mexican restaurants in the area, at least!]
![What boobs they all were! {except for me!]](../../images/2_BS_generaled/1990_03_03_Castro_mtg.jpg)
Since the list they came from no longer exists, we archive them here, as some of this is definitely a part of our story, and, importantly, should serve as a corrective against the delusions that people experience and then go and call it being specially chosen.
Now, what really happened? After reading this sop, you ask why we waste space with such nonsense? We were the unwitting dupes this fellow took advantage of, and no, the music wasn't Hawkwind, it was AKHNATEN by Philip Glass. How wrong can a person get?
Speaking of, I was never convinced of anything other than this: after a number of hours the drugs will wear off and I can deal with everything then. I was never convinced that he was anything he was claiming to be even under those conditions. I was never convinced that I was anything I was supposed to have been, because that is not how it works with me. Nobody, I mean nobody, tells me what I am or am not! That's the code of the west. I am sorry that the people who responded to his post didn't cut him to shreds then and there, because not only was the whole thing written in a self-serving fashion, feeling sorry for himself, and minimizing those who facilitated his delusions for a short time as next to unnecessary... Oh -- and he made us watch Twin Peaks, and yep he was Agent Cooper, and I was the Sheriff. Better choice there, at least. Though I enjoyed Pete Martel's character more! Since it was Cooper who ended up giving in to the Black Lodge, we see it as only fitting.
He was the Prophet, the Priest, the Beast, the Child, the current incarnation of the Old Boy, God and the Devil all in one. What, no kitchen sink? On the other hand, I was everything that was considered opposed to all of that. Until I realized how opposites manifest in such workings, I was traumatized. After I realized, the guy had become a bone-agin ( I mean, Bornagain). Well I shall be scolded for imbibing myself with psychedelics, perhaps, but, as stated elsewhere, I am convinced that there was a crossfire taking place, relating to the events narrated in the supplement to KAOS 14, 'The Black Lodge of Santa Cruz,' remarked upon elsewhere in Version 4 Editorials.
The experiences of my early years in this racket dictated that I needed to form a solid historical background, and this is where AI came from. Simply believing the delusions of the contactee experience is not good enough. Testing the spirits is always necessary. I think people suffer from delusions of grandeur, who take "being given a magical name by Aleister Crowley" for serious truth, or are convinced that their magical partner is / was Leah Hirsig. For that matter, so was my ex. It comes with the territory.
Now,
the real kicker came right after we gave him his eviction (well he never did pay
rent, except maybe once, or maybe part of the utilities or something! He expected
"my woman" to do it the lousy bum) : a box of papers with drawings,
writings, doodles, notes, a lot from high school notebooks. Succumbing to the
temptation to look inside, I found, to my amazement, that these were no ordinary
school notebook drawings.
Well, the drawings contained... among other things... references to a Satanic Nazi gang that was operating in Orange County jails. And, there was this reference to a man that went by the name of Mister May. He was, evidently, being blackmailed due to something that went on, around 1980, at the high school in the Newport Beach - Costa Mesa area. A Christian school. In the basement or some other out of the way place. It appears that a 187 possibly took and was connected to that Christian form of Satanism that is really detestable. Certainly there was sexual activity.
He was the younger brother of the famous Ranch
House Architect. The house my folks owned when I was born, about a mile south
of Dizzyland, in Garden Grove, was designed by him. He did tract homes towards
the end of his career.
The story goes this branch of the family moved
to California from the south sometime around the 20s, set up in San Diego County
(probably north, near Fallbrook where May Ranch was). Got heavy in the Republican
power structure. Big brother became a famous architect, while younger brother
got involved in the advertising business, somewhere in the Glendale area.
In the early 50s, still a starving ad man, the family suddenly finds itself
living in the hills above Glendale, and daddy's a millionaire. Company asset material
from thereon out.
The adopted son that my ex worked for, (a freak coincidence
as it turned out at the time!) -- looks like he has some of [X's] genes (We recommend
the book, L. A. Confidential, at this point, by James Ellroy --
not the movie, but the book...) in him, and we all know about X's ancestry.
Anyway, sometime the guy got on with a famous Canadian Liquor company doing
ads. [same Liquor manufacturer financially supported Ira Einhorn and was involved
in supporting Puharich...] This was before the famous ice cube ads started coming
out.
At the time of Vietnam war, adopted son did a tour of duty, not in
Vietnam, but in Thailand. Also at the time the family had branched out into the
import export biz and had an interest in a funeral parlor chain in the southwest,
like in Nevada and Arizona... shades of Diamonds are Forever and
the Gemstone papers. True as far as the story goes.
Should
anything untoward happen as a result of our posting this information, to this
reporter, or to his ex, or to anyone near and dear, you will know where to look
for the culprits. Fortunately most have died off, but their successors live. Someday
the world will be rid of this vermin once and for all.
"Just because
I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me!"
So we would like to, by way of concluding this segment, suggest that there just isn't enough work being done to manifest individual autonomy, as a guiding light in the world -- but WE are going to be doing SOMETHING about THAT!!!
Let the Great Work Begin!!!!
...Oh yes, silly me, it already HAS
Begun!
Version 4 is complete with this update. That is, as complete as it is going to get. Version 5 is coming shortly, and will be including the final section of Qadosh: The Johannite Tradition, as well as more portions of Book Three (Rose + Croix: The GIFT). Also, Version Five will see completion of the Crowley's Egg? article that we started over three years ago! How time flies!
Major changes are coming with Version 5. Stay tuned.
When we
were recommended THE MATRIX early in April of 1999 c.e., it was on good recommendation,
by one who experienced the events that occurred between 1989 - 1993 c.e. in Orange
County, California.
There were elements in the story that paralleled some of our own experiences during those years. No, we didn't go into the Centre of the Earth. Or did we? Even the general countenance and demeanor of the primary traitor in that story were similar enough to the failed Frater Kinema. The basic message, the characters, et cetera, had their analogs in the personal life of the Brea and the Anaheim Abbeys.
However, this year, we get THE MATRIX RELOADED. Reprogrammed? Regurgitated? ReWritten? Re-Filmed, too? ReWorked? Redundant?
I have not wasted my time with in-print or internet commentary on this film, even in our own List (the Antiquities of the Illuminati Group at Yahoogroups, et cetera, you know the drill) -- or in those AI is affiliated with.
I am aware the material is there. But there is enough for me to say myself, and I will say this as one who is ignorant of what has been written or said about this movie. (Film, Movie, or Flick? -- our guide to motion picture rating that really means anything! -- A film is a masterpiece, like Bunuel, Welles, Fellini, Hitchcock, Wilder, et cetera; a Movie is not a bad category, it just isn't a masterpiece. A bad Film, is an Excellent Movie, but a top-notch Flick is a poor Movie, etc.)
So, what is it about the message of this film that smacks of Establishment Propaganda? See, the targeted people aren't going to go and get it in a fluff movie at the cinemaplex666, or in a g-rated piece at the Familyville 8 Super Drive-In, on the way out of town. No, they are going to get it in a film that is a sequel to a real classic piece of work. A story that went far and wide in the final year of the internet as it was.
I have heard that the sequel was nearly in the can when 911 occurred. "911", Public Enemy said, "is a joke!" And this one was a real stinker. The moment most hidden in the woods types have been warning us about ever since the US lost the Second World War, and gave it all back to the Germans and the Soviets before it was over. The Japanese got it in controlled-release dosages, finally taking full effect by the late 1970s - early 1980s.
Now, we have no choice. Choice is pre-determined. There is no choice. You can have your car in any colour as long as it's black, as Brother Heinrich Ford, honoured by the Third Reich, with the Nazi Grand Gross award once said! Vanilla, Chocolate, or Strawberry. Nothing fancy or else you're subversive. Nope. No more French Fries, or French Toast, either. We serve Freedom Fries! Oh yeah? They're French Fries to me, as if I care. You commie subversive!
No choices, and no hope. What kind of message is that? A Realistic one? Or one devised by the people who are given that responsibility over the rest of the proles?
In other words, we are to be pessimistic, apathetic, and look forward to a world that gets worse and worse, until we all die out. Now that is a bunch of horseshit, bubba! The Great Architect of that system got his diploma off an infomercial, I'm afraid. Or else, it was such repulsion to be connected to a world that had people writhing in total bliss and ecstasy at the core of the whole thing, especially since this particular architect looked like he'd be more comfortable with some of those mint juleps on the veranda than he would be partying down with the beautiful ones. Tisk, tisk. Those who destroy the planet, have not learned from a past that goes back far beyond Klausewitz, Macchiavelli and all the others they take seriously, long enough to quote trivially.
Now, what about that character known as the "Merovingian:"? Weren't some of those sculptures reminiscent of the Asmodeus sculpture at r-l-c? I suppose Small Pith had some chuckles in the theatre over that one. That character was repulsive for me, but, then again, I suppose it was really in character, considering the track record of the tribe, going all the way back, back beyond the Banu-Yamina even! Now, weren't those bodyguards tasty? Say, they belong on the Riviera!
Well, at least the greedy one was enjoying his living, even if it was an illusory one, since all of this stuff is illusion, and reality is living inside a pod making battery juice for the bots. Forgive us if we sound untoward! It all makes no good sense to us, and we have very good reasons for it not making good sense to us, since the people we have opposed all our life have been that no choice big daddy type persona, and we have seen it to be the dangerous fraud that it is, and all the belief systems that use that character type as props to hold themall up! To the Lions, now! Next!!
Hey guys! wake up, learn to be ladies for a change. Then you might be able to think twice before blurting out, "Hey honey get me a beer!" Besides, it's excellent therapy for the fucked up male ego.
So, what is to come of this distantly - relevant review of a movie that came out several weeks ago? Your guess is as good as mine, but losing my air compressor on a 110 degree day in a parking lot full of weekenders arrived way too damn early was great assistance in making the decision to pan the movie, because it is not presenting the right message for the period we find ourselves in. Perhaps, as we said earlier , it may be more realistic, considering what our natural resources are like, and all the rest, but...
Well it was excellent testing ground for some really top-end 3D and Graphics software, ditto for audio production wares, and all computer related technologies employed by the staff. Top notch there, those manically smiling Caddies they make these days looked good on that long stretch of demolition freeway. Gee, maybe it was the 101. Better to take a tour bus rather than drive or fly and rent. Stay off the roads, Vern.
And, too, it's good to see Anthony Zerbe's still doing something on film.
So... until the next report, we hope that what material we have assembled for version 4.5.1 Final, is worthwhile, for you and enjoy the upcoming links and Grey Lodge Occult Review updates, etc.
Yours for now,
Twin Cedars Lodge
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