“I leave you gentlemen now. And you will now write it.
You will interpret it. That’s Your Right.
But as I leave you, I want you to know:
Just think how much you’re going to be missing.
You Won’t Have Osiris to Kick Around Anymore.
Because, gentlemen, this is My Last Press Conference.”
So, the next Aeon from Christ onward is The Aeon of Osiris, The Dying and Resurrected God. Osiris is also The Law Giver and He brings with Him The Written Word, so now ideas can be enshrined in books and books can outlast generations and they take on the aura of Gods Themselves.
God Himself is present in the works of the Bible. God Himself is present in the Quran. So certainly, there’s this programming code language, the instructional Dad Language, which can take people over just from reading a book and turn them into Agents of The Dad God’s Expansionist, Controlling Agenda. This is when Nature goes from Provider to something that exists to be tamed and exploited. That’s The Aeon of Osiris.
Following Osiris, comes this fiery breakdown, the child Horus is the son of Osiris and he’s every jihadi, every warrior, every rock star reformer, every young man who sees as his sacred mission the tearing down of structures, the questioning of rules. It’s punk rock, “I gotta tear it all down.” But running in tandem with that, according to Kenneth Grant, is the shadow Aeon of Ma’at, Horus’ sister and she’s the goddess of truth and balance and harmony and all that Wonder Woman stuff.
For me, having gone through the Abyss of Da’ath in the Thelema structure of initiation — having undergone that in a really experiential and exhausting way, I found myself in the Qabbalistic sphere of Binah, and The Entire World suddenly looked very different and made sense in different configurations which re-energized the work I’d been doing.
You remember at the height of The First Lockdown, all the
churches were empty, all the sports stadiums were empty, all the mosques
were empty, all the temples were empty.
So, The Dad God had nowhere to
go.
"I think that Star Wars is a Valid Mythological Perspective.
It shows The State as a Machine and asks:
"Is The Machine going to crush Humanity, or Serve Humanity?"
And Humanity comes not from The Machine, but from The Heart.
DARTH VADER:
Luke. Help me take This Mask off.
LUKE SKYWALKER:
But you’ll die.
Cordy:
I feel a little guilty.
Angel:
Don't. I mean, $19 for a sashimi couscous appetizer is money well spent.
How was it anyway? Pretty good?
I mean, it ought to be pretty...
Cordy:
It's delicious but that's not what I feel guilty about.
Angel:
Oh.
(Sees Wesley looking at him)
I 'm Not Cheap, I-I'm just Old.
(Slipping into a slight Irish accent)
I-I remember when a few bob got you a good meal, a bottle *and* a Tavern Wench...
...you were saying?
"As for Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, a skinny non-com who volunteered for a military experiment designed to turn an ordinary man into a superwarrior. Like My Dad, or Jack Kirby, Steve just wanted a crack at Hitler. And, like many men in the populations of the Allied nations, he reckoned he could take the scrawny little paperhanger if only there weren’t thousands of miles of occupied territory, barbed wire, soldiers, tanks, and minefields between the sniveling Adolf and the proud fist of retribution.
Unlike Superman or Batman, Captain America was a soldier with Permission to Kill. Until this point, the superheroes operated on the fringes of The Law, but Captain America’s violent work was endorsed by The Constitution itself! Turned down for the military, Steve applied for an experimental treatment of Super Soldier Serum and Vita-Rays. Before the formula could be mass-produced, its creator was murdered by Nazi agents, leaving a newly brawny and supercharged Steve Rogers as Uncle Sam’s one and only supersoldier.
Each issue of Captain America was kinetic, brutally overwrought, and sensationalistic. Every cover featured a brand-new tableau of imminent superatrocity: A girl, her blouse ripped to ribbons, writhes on a medieval torture rack while a leering hunchback, preferably sporting swastika tattoos, threatens her cleavage with a glowing poker; Captain America launches himself through a wall on a motorcycle, destroying a portrait of Hitler on the way and simultaneously repelling a hail of bullets with his Stars and Stripes shield, while his faithful teen partner, Bucky, mows down Ratzis with the feral glee of a William S. Burroughs wild boy. There would invariably be some combination of boiling oil, rabid gorillas, vampires, or fiendish snake-fanged Japanese involved. Every square inch of illustration contained a frozen moment of grotesque threat or swashbuckling derring-do.
Kirby relied on his remarkable drawing skills to provide a living for his family and was serious about selling his books in an overcrowded market. Where Superman had flown the Axis leaders to an international court of law, Captain America took the fantasy to its far more satisfying next level. Kirby knew that wish-fulfillment pictures of American superheroes punching out Hitler’s teeth would sell magazines in a fearful world, and his instincts were right. In Captain America, Simon and Kirby gave America’s troops, in the field or at home, a hero they could call their own."
Crowley
said that the general tenor of the last six thousand years of human
civilization could be summed up by the personalities of a family of
Egyptian gods. And the first two thousand years up to the birth of
Christ, this was the Age of Isis, the Mother Goddess, where people were
hunter/gatherers or early agrarians living off the land, relying on
‘Mother Earth’, the seasons and the tides.
So,
the next Aeon from Christ onward is the Aeon of Osiris, The Dying and
Resurrected God. Osiris is also The Law Giver and He brings with Him The
Written Word, so now Ideas can be enshrined in Books and Books can
outlast Generations and they take on The Aura of Gods Themselves.
God
Himself is present in the works of The Bible. God Himself is present in
The Quran. So certainly, there’s this programming code language, the
instructional Dad language, which can take people over just from reading
a book and turn them into agents of The Dad God’s Expansionist,
Controlling Agenda. This is when Nature goes from Provider to something
that exists to be Tamed and Exploited. That’s The Aeon of Osiris.
Following
Osiris, comes this fiery breakdown, the child Horus is the son of
Osiris and he’s every jihadi, every warrior, every rock star reformer,
every young man who sees as his sacred mission the tearing down of
structures, the questioning of rules. It’s punk rock, “I gotta tear it
all down.” But running in tandem with that, according to Kenneth Grant,
is the shadow Aeon of Ma’at, Horus’ sister and she’s the goddess of
truth and balance and harmony and all that Wonder Woman stuff.
For
me, having gone through the Abyss of Daath in the Thelema structure of
initiation — having undergone that in a really experiential and
exhausting way, I found myself in the Qabbalistic sphere of Binah, and
the entire world suddenly looked very different and made sense in
different configurations which re-energized the work I’d been doing.
So,
I decided to accept that the Aeon of Ma’at was coming down fast and I
tried to align all my thinking with that, which provided me with a new
bunch of metaphors and ways of framing the world. Imagine all this
division and deconstruction was just a corridor we’re passing through.
All the fractioning and separation —that’s typical of Horus. We can see
the hand of Horus in the modern-day tearing down of monuments and
statues. He’s kicking the fuck out of formerly stable systems all around
the world. That’s exactly what you would expect of this spirit that
Crowley said manifested first in 1913. But for me, I think he made his
presence felt quite clearly on 9/11.
You
can easily organize the evidence to suggest that there is an Aeon of
Horus occurring now. Where systems are being taken down, where
everything’s being questioned and audited, and the past is subject to
major revision. So, there’s also some fun to be had in thinking “Ok, if
this is actually playing out in some symbolic fashion, then what might The Aeon of Ma’at look like, artistically?’
And
to me it looks like the rise of marginalized voices, it looks like more
women coming into the discourse. It looks like trans people coming into
the discourse. It looks like all the opportunities for groups who were
disempowered by The Patriarchy, who couldn’t speak before to have their
say.
Ma’at
– what would her signature disease be? Well it might be a distributed
network, a viral malady that could attack all of humanity. What would
happen if she emptied the houses of the old gods as a show of
possibility? You remember at the height of the first lockdown, all the
churches were empty, all the sports stadiums were empty, all the mosques
were empty, all the temples were empty.
So, The Dad God had nowhere to
go.
It
is a hot moment. Temperatures are rising, Artic ice caps are melting at
an alarming rate, and people may be unconsciously registering all that,
and doing a horrible job at it. Instead of dealing with one’s own sense
of panic, constriction, and fear it looks like many people are just
running hot.
GM:
I feel like every word we say is now a potential indictment, you know.
The last malignant thrashing of the passing Aeon of Osiris.
The
Echoes of The Inquisition, accusations of ‘WrongThink’, The Return of
Original Sin, The Demonic GLEE taken in any stumble or falter from The
Approved Path seems almost mediaeval.
It’s terrifying.
The
potential for misunderstanding is almost infinite and its almost fated
that we will struggle to abide by Rules That Grow ever more
Authoritarian and Specific every day.
Again,
all that feels to me like the last ferocious attempts at asserting its
fading Power by The Osiris Energy of The Last 2000 years, now gone
Rotten and Unsustainable but trying HARDER to Keep Everything and
Everybody under Increasingly Deranged levels of Control in every area of
our lives.
