#conquering child

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

The Cincinnati Journal Of Ceremonial Magick, Vol.1, No.4, Conquering Child Pub. Co., 1979

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Cincinnati Journal Of Ceremonial Magick, Vol.1, No.1, Conquering Child Pub. Co., 1976

[arctic-alamut]

Whenever I see people like Houellebecq writing: "Youth is what made the world worth living, adulthood is just death in waiting." I can't help but reply: "So be childish again?" 

I guess for Europeans ( being one myself, I know how they operate ) this is a step too far. It's where America is more progressive because even the achievers there at least grasp he who dies with the most toys wins. It's an underhanded admission it is all play. Europe seems too emotionally stunted to deal with that, with individualism and its hedonistic fallout. A bridge too far for the continent that loves to throw in "solidarity" and "social" in the conversation. Its pursuit is to try to measure up to a culture instead of a hero. Even if those heroes are the worst examples of humanity, it still is, imo, a better standard than the team player ethic. Too preoccupied with not rocking the boat, it will only care for homogenization (exactly what it wants to try now with combatting Jihadism in its banlieues) and see the exceptional as a dirty word. 

Extolling the inner child, which can find joy in solitude with its toys, leads us to someplace, not the pubescent need for peers and acceptance.

[hermeticlibrary]

In Nomine Babalon, XLIV

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XLIV

Embrace me! Enshrine me in infinite love

By the glory and grace of the descending dove!

As the Conquering Child declares his Aeon,

I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!

— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess

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