Crowley's Spirit

 

THE word was uttered...

The ONE exploded into One Thousand Million Worlds

Each world contained a thousand million spheres..

Each sphere contained a thousand million planes..

Each plane contained a thousand million stars...

Each Star contained a many thousand million things..

 

 

Of these I take those that I will...

With those I take I do what I will...

And the blind ignorant fools call me evil....

I have been called many things - MONSTER - DEGENERATE - TRAITOR - CRIMINAL - PORNOGRAPHER - DEVIL WORSHIPPER - DRUG ADDICT and on without end....

Defiled I have been and misquoted by those who have not the wit to see the truth behind my work.... And here you sit... some to gaze; some to accuse; some to ridicule....

Before you I stand as a man who dared to consort with God... I am BEAST - I am Man... I am STAR made FLESH and in that you and I share a destiny; a truth - a common point of origin.

Like you I was forced pink and gushing from my mothers womb... Like you I cried and puked as I learned to live in this heavy material realm.....

Like you I learned of pleasures (real and imagined) but whilst you learned to hide your passions behind the steely doors of pretence, I was driven to explore and express... For me no quiet mastabatory rites hidden under the sheets... but the sheer delight of being touched... being held... And whilst you feared the pleasures of the flesh, I reveled in them....

The world was different then... the century was turning as I reached manhood... AND whilst my deeds and explorations of the mind and body were being reviled, the British Empire was engaged in its own material exploits... HYPOCRITES to a man... How DARE a Society that celebrated war and colonialism censure me for my actions.

So I studied -

'An aptitude for the Classics' one of my masters told me... that coupled with a desire to conquer all that would appear as a barrier...

Whilst I channeled my mind to the study of Plato and Aristotle - I drove my body to other limits... It began with mountains....

Grappling with nature - fighting her on her level - on her terms... Gaining mastery over the slopes... Life hanging by a thread... Pitons and Grappling Irons... Hurling my puny body against the slopes I sought to conquer.... Then Ecstasy as I reached the summit...

The air thin... causing my breathing to become sharp and intense.... on the edge of the world I stood - on the boundary between existence and oblivion...

It was good ...

I was alive...

And where were you then... shoring up the temples of some meaningless

neo-feudalistic democracy?

And whilst I argued with Nietzche and expounded on nihilism... you groped for other meanings other distractions.... I grappled with nature again, this time in the dew laiden fleshy folds of woman..... fighting her on her level.. on her terms... gaining mastery over the moon.... Yin and Yang melting into one... Yoni and Ligham... Hurling my puny body against that which I sought to conquer... Then ecstasy as I reached the summit...

My breathing sharp and intense... at the edge of my being moving towards a union with another....

It was good...

I was alive....

As the Great War piled its death and destruction onto the world I explored Agrippa and Dee.... so began my journey into deeper mysteries...

And whilst the world whined and screamed around me and the trenches sought the lives of those young souls I dined on caviar and gorged on wine...

Nothing mattered....

All came from nothing...

All returned to nothing...

All was nothing ....

Your petty pride and misguided loyalties were as piss in the wind....

I was outcast - by choice and by your restrictions...

I was exiled - by your laws and your limitations...

And the joke is that I was freed by your imposition of moral boundaries and social imperatives. The strange thing was that as I studied and practiced to heighten my awareness the more you became crass, vulgar and animal... To you I became The Great Beast.... but to me you were simply mindless automatons who had sold your divinity to a dogma that spoke only of retribution and sacrifice - never of joy and ecstasy... Yes I consorted with harlots... but when I fucked I fucked with passion... Whilst you held your flaccid members in your hands and spoke of procreation.... I held mine with desire and delight... and thought not of consequence or circumstance...

You were made eunuch - I became God....

 

 

Harken all who are to attend this rite...

Water - essence of the beginning. In water we began, in water we are conceived... in water we gestate... Let the waters flow foretelling a birth

With Fire I do consecrate

With Salt I do purify thee

And by this act of union do I bring into being all that I aspire to be....

Water that will quench my desires...

Water that will cool my passions...

Water in whose reflection I can see all that is still to be...

And in the drinking of it I will be cleansed...

And in the drinking of it I will be given new life...

And in the drinking of it I will once again be free....

Will you not drink with me...

Will not one of you drink with me......

I can sense your uncertainty...

I can sense your fear...

For I can see within each and everyone of you...

At this moment you are as transparent as.... this water

And I can drink from your very souls......

I hold you within.... I feel you without... You have quenched my thirst with your longing and your fear.

It is done... My passion flares like the solar winds, and I can taste your body on my tongue, your being on my lips... I am Lucifer... he who brings the light.... falling as a star from the heavens.... falling through layers of being - becoming one... becoming whole.....

It is done.... The rite is ended...

 

 

Strange how a shooting star burns brightly but for a short time....

Once I had tasted that utter bliss, the sanctity of cosmic union I wanted more...

When the flesh could no longer give it I turned to other sources... opium, mescaline..... heroine.... Nectar of the Gods... and the doors of perception swung open...

Some say that that is when I lost myself... that that was the moment when the Beast became Beastial...

All vestige of humanity lost.... But I tell you now that that was the moment of my ultimate liberation..... for now I consorted with demons, but they were my demons and I needed to learn to control them.

How many of you have really faced the beast within...

How many of you have dared to wrestle with the darkest elements of your psyche...

How many of you ever dare to become truly whole ?

That was my goal.

 

That was my quest...

Far less mythical than the Grail yet equally difficult to attain...

My Work was for Me and my words were as signposts...

Oh how few saw them for what they were... Some called me Master - a title I enjoyed and used.... but their dedication came not from the soul but from their libidos.....

They became a burden and so I mocked them.....

I gave them Lies and I gave them Falsehoods and yet they believed them...

My work - written for the Adept read by the Fool.... its essence encrypted and coded for all but the true initiate to understand...

As for the rest of you... you see only what you decide you are going to see and not that which is there...

But the truth is simple, it has always been simple.

My creed and my philosophy all bound in one phrase...

Do what thou wilt....

So simple, yet so difficult to understand...

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law...

But how you all forget that...

Love is the Law, love under Will

For such is my doctrine such is my legacy.... I have dared to drink from the very fountain of life... and I have sought completeness in the total experience of sensory stimulation.... Yet the knowing of one thing is the loss of another.... Purity is lost when we experience Lust and Innocence is martyred for the sake of knowledge.... How complete then could I become..... but no one can say that I ran from the challenge, no matter ho forlorn the hope or crestfallen the quest...

 

At last I lifted up mine eyes, and behold; and lo!

The flames of violet were become as tendrils of smoke, as mist at sunset upon the marsh-lands.

And in the midst of the moon-pool of silver was the Lily of white and gold. In this Lily is all honey, and in this Lily that flowereth at midnight. In this Lily is all perfume; in this Lily is all music... And it enfolded me.

 

Thus the disciples that watched found a dead body kneeling at the altar.....

Amen

 

 

 

Dr Solari

Dawn

Demons