#perdurabo

[gurusmasher]

Startling Sunday- Unfinished idea for a cut-out and fold Crowley fortune-teller arcade automaton.

[havesexwithghosts]

Choronzon speaks

Zazas, Zazas, Nasatanada Zazas. They have called me the God of laughter, and I laugh when I will slay. And they have thought that I could not smile, but I smile upon whom I would seduce, O inviolable one, that canst not be tempted. I bow myself humbly before the great and terrible names whereby thou hast conjured and constrained me. Let me come and put my head beneath thy feet, that I may serve thee. For if thou commandest me to obedience in the Holy names, I cannot swerve therefrom. Bid me therefore come unto thee upon my hands and knees that I may adore thee, and partake of thy forgiveness. Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High. Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman. Or of a wise and holy man. Or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting. The sun burns him as he writhes naked upon the sands of hell so that he is sore athirst. Give unto me, I pray thee, one drop of water from the pure springs of Paradise, that I may quench my thirst. Sprinkle water on my head. I can hardly go on! I feed upon the names of the Most High. I churn them in my jaws, and I void them from my fundament. I fear not the power of the Pentagram, for I am the Master of the Triangle. Be vigilant, therefore, for I warn thee that I am about to deceive thee. I shall say words that thou wilt take to be the cry of the Aethyr, and thou wilt write them down, thinking them to be great secrets of Magick power, and they will be only my jesting with thee. I know the name of the Angel of thee and thy brother. All thy dealings with him are but a cloak for thy filthy sorceries. Thou canst tell me naught that I know not, for in me is all Knowledge: Knowledge is my name. Know thou that there is no Cry in the tenth Aethyr like unto the other Cries, for Choronzon is Dispersion, and cannot fix his mind upon any one thing for any length of time. Thou canst master him in argument, O talkative one; thou wast commanded, wast thou, not to talk to Choronzon? He sought not to enter the circle, or to leave the triangle, yet thou didst prate of all these things. Woe, woe, woe, threefold to him that is led away by talk, O talkative One. Thinkest thou, O fool, that there is any anger and any pain that I am not, or any hell but this my spirit? All is dispersion. These are the qualities of things. The tenth Aethyr is the world of adjectives, and there is no substance therein. I am commanded, why I know not, by him that speaketh. Were it thou, thou little fool, I would tear thee limb from limb. I would bite off thine ears and nose before I began with thee. I would take thy guts for fiddle strings at the Black Sabbath. Thou didst make a great fight there in the circle; thou art a goodly warrior! In this Aethyr is neither beginning nor end, for it is all hotch-potch, because it is of the wicked on earth, and the damned in hell. And so long as it be hotch-potch, it mattereth little what may be written by the sea-green incorruptible Scribe. The horror of it will be given in another place and time, and through another Seer, and that Seer shall by slain as a result of his revealing. 

[robbialy]

From “Rysiu” • @richard.kaczynski Happy 12th birthday to the revised and expanded edition of “Perdurabo: The Life of Aleister Crowley” from @natlanticbooks. I’m honored and grateful that it remains the go-to book for so many; and that, in its eleventh year, it saw such a well-received Spanish translation from @auroradoradaediciones! #Perdurabo #AleisterCrowley #HappyBirthday #Thelema #occult #magick #mountaineering #GoldenDawn #yoga #OrdoTempliOrientis #argentiumastrum #astrumargentum #biographies #biography #RichardKaczynski https://www.instagram.com/p/ChXatsSjfIpwQp17O8ZfNPDKczy1he1zVSvGJE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[MOFATEOAGD C4 12 Harpo Marxist Dogmas]

[ogygia]

Aleister Crowley died long ago, as have his most prominent students. If the Western magical tradition as a whole is to advance, it must put Crowley's work and failings in proper context – and then move on. The key to doing this is understanding that Crowley was not exemplifying the Western tradition, but that he instead created an inverted, shadow version of it.

Jason Louv, John Dee and the Empire of Angels

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