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Wednesday 21 December 2016

The Ultimate Father

The Old Man Must Die -
and The New Man will Discover, to His Inexpressible Joy, 
That He Has Never Existed. 
"But ultimately, we all know that Darth Vader’s more powerful than he is.

He’s The Ultimate Father Who is All Powerful.






THE SON BECOMES THE FATHER, AND THE FATHER THE SON.

DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW;

LOVE IS THE LAW - LOVE UNDER WILL.


AS ABOVE, SO BELOW



It's Christmas in Heaven, 
There's Great Films on TV!
'The Sound of Music', Twice an Hour, 
and 'Jaws' I, II and III.


GEORGE LUCAS: 
It’s essentially The Same in a Different Kind of Way. 
Darth Vader was a — A Composite Man

I mean, he was… Half-Machine, Half-Man. 

And that’s where he lost a lot of his Humanity is that he — you know, he has mechanical legs. 

You know — and he has mechanical arms possibly and he’s hooked up to a breathing machine. 

So there’s not much, actually, Human left in him. 

This one is all Human. 

And I wanted him to be like An Alien, but I wanted him to be Human enough that we could identify with — with him. 

Because he’s not a — a — a sort of a monster we can’t identify with

He’s…

BILL MOYERS: 
He’s us.

GEORGE LUCAS: 
…he’s — yeah. 

He’s The Evil within us.

BILL MOYERS:
 I’ve had psychotherapists tell me that they use “Star Wars” sometimes to deal with the problems of their child patients. 

And they’ve said that the most popular character among the children is  
Darth Vader.

GEORGE LUCAS: 
Well, Children Love Power because Children are The Powerless. 


And so their fantasies all centre on having Power. 

And who’s more Powerful than Darth Vader, you know? 

And, some, you know, will be attracted to Luke Skywalker because he’s The Good Guy
 
But ultimately, we all know that Darth Vader’s more Powerful than he is.

And as time goes on, you discover that 

He is more powerful because he’s the — 


He’s The Ultimate Father Who is All Powerful.
 

BILL MOYERS: 
This is where I disagree somewhat with our friend Joseph Campbell who said that :

" The Young Man has to slay His Father before he can become an adult himself. "

It seems to me, and I think you’re right on here, that — 

The Young Man has to identify — 
has to recognize and acknowledge that 

He is His Father and is not His Father.


"TO BE OR NOT TO BE?"



GEORGE LUCAS: 
You know, Joe used to talk about the — the basic issues that — that — that create the Mystery of Life. 


Of, you know, birth and death, and I like to always add, you know, your relationship with your parents.



BILL MOYERS: 
Do you know yet what is going to be the transforming of Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader?

GEORGE LUCAS:
 Yeah.

BILL MOYERS: 
You already know that?

GEORGE LUCAS: 
Yeah, I know what that is. 
And it’s — it’s — it’s sprinkled throughout this episode. 


ANAKIN SKYWALKER DOESN'T HAVE A FATHER - AT ALL.


AND HE MAY ONLY HAVE A BIRTH-MOTHER, BEFORE ESSENTIALLY BEING ORPAHNED IN EPISODE I 

(a fact which becomes concrete during the course of Episode II) - 

IF HIS CONCEPTION WAS THE RESULT OF A 'VERGENCE IN THE FORCE', IT'S PERFECTLY POSSIBLE THAT SHIMI SKYWALKER IS JUST A VESSEL OR A LIVING FORCE-ARK ACTING AS A SURROGATE FOR SOMETHING ELSE, PERHAPS THE FORCE ITSELF, FROM AMONGST THE PANTHEON OF THE INVISIBLE.


I mean, it’s — it’s all of the — the groundwork’s been laid in this episode. 


And the — the film is ultimately about the Dark Side and the light side, and those sides are designed around Compassion and Greed


GREED IS GOOD.

Gekko
Well, I appreciate the opportunity you're giving me Mr. Cromwell as the single largest shareholder in Teldar Paper, to speak.
Well, ladies and gentlemen we're not here to indulge in fantasy but in political and economic reality.

America, America has become a second-rate power.

Its trade deficit and its fiscal deficit are at nightmare proportions. Now, in the days of the free market when our country was a top industrial power, there was accountability to the stockholder.

The Carnegies, the Mellons, the men that built this great industrial empire, made sure of it because it was their money at stake.

Today, management has no stake in the company! 

All together, these men sitting up here own less than three percent of the company.
And where does Mr. Cromwell put his million-dollar salary?
Not in Teldar stock; he owns less than one percent.

You own The company. That's right, You, The Stockholder.
And you are all being royally screwed over by these, these bureaucrats, with their luncheons, their hunting and fishing trips, their corporate jets and golden parachutes.

Cromwell: 
This is an outrage! You're out of line Gekko!

Gekko: 
Teldar Paper, Mr. Cromwell, Teldar Paper has 33 different vice presidents each earning over 200 thousand dollars a year.
Now, I have spent the last two months analyzing what all these guys do, and I still can't figure it out.
One thing I do know is that our paper company lost 110 million dollars last year, and I'll bet that half of that was spent in all the paperwork going back and forth between all these Vice-Presidents.

The new law of evolution in corporate America seems to be survival of the unfittest.

Well, in my book you either do it right or you get eliminated.

In the last seven deals that I've been involved with, there were 2.5 million stockholders who have made a pretax profit of 12 billion dollars.
 Thank you.

 I am not a Destroyer of Companies. 

I am a Liberator of them! 

The point is, ladies and gentleman, that Greed, for lack of a better word, is Good. 

Greed is right, Greed works. 

Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. 

Greed, in all of its forms; Greed for Life, for Money, for Love, Knowledge has marked the upward surge of Mankind. 
 
And Greed, you mark my words, will not only save Teldar Paper, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA. 

Thank you very much.


CHO-JE:
 We can but point a finger along the way.
A Man must go inside and face His fears and hopes, his Hates and his loves, and watch them wither away.
Then he will find his True Self, which is No Self.
He will see his True Mind, which is No Mind.

SARAH:
And that's what meditation's all about?

CHO-JE:
Yes! The Old Man must die, and The New Man will discover, to his inexpressible joy, that he has never existed. 

SARAH: 
Well, good luck, mate.

MIKE: 
I think I'm going to need it.

SARAH
But if you do start ferreting about in your subconscious, aren't you going to turn up all sorts of nasties? I mean, complexes, phobias and what have you? 

CHO-JE: 
Of course, The Demons and The Divinities. 
But in our way, the Vajrayana Way, we use the powers to help us. 
If we will excuse me, it's time for the meditation class. 

MIKE: 
But couldn't that be dangerous? If these, these powers were used wrongly. 

CHO-JE: 
It could be so, yes. 
By evil men in their ignorance and craving, it could indeed be most dangerous. 

MIKE:
I see.

CHO-JE:
Such a thing could never happen here.

****

SARAH:
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Doctor.

DOCTOR:
What have you got to be sorry about? You did very well. You should be proud of yourself.

SARAH:
To let that creature take me over like that. I mean, I actually volunteered.

K'ANPO:
We are all apt to surrender ourselves to domination. Even the strongest of us.

DOCTOR: Do you mean me?

K'ANPO: Not all spiders sit on the back.

SARAH: Oh, I don't understand. You're not saying they've taken over the Doctor, are you?


DOCTOR: 
Oh no, Sarah, no. 
No, he's talking about my Greed. 

SARAH:
Greed? You?

DOCTOR:
Yes, my Greed for knowledge, for information. He's saying that all this is basically my fault. If I hadn't taken the crystal in the first place.
I know who you are now...!

K'ANPO: You were always a little slow on the uptake, my boy.

DOCTOR: It's been a long, long time.

SARAH: You know each other?

DOCTOR:
Oh, yes.
Yes, he was my teacher. My, my guru, if you like.
In another time, another place.

K'ANPO:
Another life.

SARAH:
Oh, no. Don't tell me you're a Time Lord too?

K'ANPO:
I am. But the discipline they serve was not for me.

DOCTOR:
No. Nor for me.

K'ANPO:
I wouldn't have chosen your alternative. To borrow a TARDIS was a little naughty, to say the least.

DOCTOR:
Yes, well, I had to get away. I hadn't your power.

K'ANPO: Indeed. I regenerated and came to Earth, to Tibet.

SARAH:
Regenerated?

DOCTOR:
Yes. Yes, when a Time Lord's body wears out, he regenerates, becomes new.

K'ANPO:
That is why we can live such a long time.

SARAH:
I see. Well, what about Cho-Je? 
Is he a Time Lord, too?

K'ANPO:
In a sense. In another sense, he doesn't exist. 

SARAH:
You've lost me.

DOCTOR:
....Me too, I'm afraid.

K'ANPO:
Cho-Je is a projection of my own self.

"And we all have those two sides of us and that we have to make sure that those two sides of us are in balance.

BILL MOYERS: 
I think it’s going to be very hard for the audience to accept that this innocent cherub almost of a — of a boy, who’s playing Anakin Skywalker, can ever be capable of the things that we know happen later on. 

And I’m sure you’ll take care of that but, you know, I look at Hitler and wonder what did he look like at eight years old, or Stalin …

GEORGE LUCAS: 
Mm-hmm …

BILL MOYERS:
 … or …

GEORGE LUCAS: 
Well, there are lots of — 

There’s a lot of people like that. 


I mean, you just —  
You see them all the time  
and you — that’s what I wonder :

I wonder, 
How can those people possibly exist


How could they live with themselves? 


How could they — 

You know, what is it in The Human Brain that gives us the capacity to be as Evil as Human Beings have been in The Past and are right now.

BILL MOYERS: 
Well, you’ve been probing that for a good while now.

GEORGE LUCAS: 
Yeah.

BILL MOYERS: 
Twenty-five years. 

Have you come to any conclusions?

GEORGE LUCAS: 
I haven’t.



The Son :
Father... if You can hear Me... 
I failed... I've failed You, I've failed Myself... and all humanity. 
I've traded my birthright... for a life of submission in a world ruled by Your enemies... 
There's nobody left to help them now... the people of the world... since I... 

FATHER!

Father!! 
Farther!! 
Father!! 
Farther!!

Father, into Your hands I commend My spirit,
Father, into Your hands -

Why have You forsaken Me?

In Your eyes, forsaken Me?

In Your thoughts, forsaken Me?

In Your heart forsaken, Me, oh -

Trust in My Self-Righteous Suicide.

I cry, 
When angels deserve to die in My Self-Righteous Suicide

I cry,
When angels deserve to die.


[as The Son starts to walk away from the crystal console, the remaining crystal starts to glow, he puts it into the crystal console, The Father appears]

 The Father: 

Listen carefully my son... for we shall never speak again... if you hear Me now... then You have used the only means left to You... the crystal source in which our communications begun... 

The Circle is now Complete.


When I left You, I was but The Learner, now I am The Master.
"Our Rob, or Ross."

The Father: 
. You have made a dreadful mistake Kal-El... 
You Did This of Your Own Free Will... 
In spite of all I could say to dissuade You...

The Son : 
I... uh...

The Father : 
Now you return to Me for one last chance to redeem Yourself... 
This, too, I have finally anticipated, My Son... 
Look at Me, Kal-El... 
Once before when You were small, I died while giving you a chance for life, and even now though it will exhaust the final energy left within Me

The Son : 
[broken on the verge of tears, turns his head] Father... no...

The Father: 
Look at me Kal-El... 

The Kryptonian Prophecy will at last be fulfilled... 

The Son Becomes The Father...
 The Father Becomes The Son... 

Farewell forever, Kal-El... 
Remember Me, My Son...

Jor-El disappears and reappears next to Kal-El in full form, he places his hand on his shoulder 

The Father :
My Son...

The Son is Reborn as God ]



" The Young Man has to slay his father before he can become an adult himself. "


It seems to me, and I think you’re right on here, that the 

— that

The Young Man has to identify — 

has to recognize and acknowledge that 


He is His Father and is not His Father.

"TO BE OR NOT TO BE?"

The Initiate :
No, That's not True.
That's Impossible.
I Don't Believe it.

The Master :
This, is why You Fail.



Rimmer Sr:
Arnold, I'm not your father.

Rimmer:
But that's impossible! 
It's not true!

Rimmer Sr:
Look inside yourself and you will know I speak the truth. 
Your father wasn't me, it's Dungo, our gardener.

Rimmer:
But he's a babbling imbecile!

Lister:
A billion-piece jigsaw suddenly falls into beautiful place....





Blind Drunk Lister (Video Recording) :
You're turned out to be a terrible disappointment to me, David.


From now on, if you are to continue to live under My Roof, You are going to have to learn to abide by My Rules.

It's time for Tough Love - time for a taste of Daddy Discipline.

Hungover Lister :
This is so unfair! I hate you!!


Lister: 
I remember when my dad died, y'know. 
I was only six. 
I got loads of presents off everyone like it was Christmas. 

I remember wishing a couple more people would die so I could complete my Lego set. 

My grandma tried to explain, you know. 

She said he'd gone away and he wasn't coming back. 
So, I wanted to know where, like, you know. She said he was very happy and he'd gone to the same place as my goldfish. 

So I thought they'd flushed him down the bog. 

I thought he was just round the U bend, you know. 

I used to stuff food down, you know, and magazines and that for him to read. 

They took me to a child psychologist in the end because they found me with my head down the bowl reading him the football results.

Cat: 
Yeoooowwww!!! 
My stomach has been pumped and now I'm hungry. 
Hey, there you are! 
Hey man, I'm so hungry, I just have to eat!!

Lister: 
Shhhhh!!! Rimmer's dad's just died.

Cat: 
Well, I'd prefer a chicken....


Lister: 
You never said much about him. 
You must have been pretty close.

Rimmer: 
Close?

Lister: 
Sorry, very close.

Rimmer: 
Close...? 

I hated him! 

Lister: 
Eh..?!

Rimmer: 
I detested his fat, stupid guts, the pop-eyed, balding git!

Lister: 
Why are you so completely blown away about him dying then?

Rimmer: 
Oh, it doesn't mean to say I didn't respect him, didn't look up to him. 
It was only natural, he was my father.

Lister: 
There's nothing natural about your family, Rimmer.

[ Yeah, takes one to know one... ]

All Criticism is Autobiography.


Dig Yourself.


"For a long time, you'll think that you were abandoned, but you weren't, man. 

You were put here to create a paradox, an unbreakable circle. 

With us going 'round and 'round in time, the human race can never become extinct. 

We're like... a kind of holding pattern. 

I'll see ya, son.




Kryten :
"Mum"... I never had a Mum...

Holly :

[ Her Tiara Askew
I never had a Mum, neither...



[everyone is drunk]

Rimmer: 
Well, I'd have thought it was obvious. 
Two people, unable to contain their desires, had an illicit liaison. 
A liaison, that an unforgiving society would not accept. 
And you were the fruit of their forbidden passion. 
You're forbidden passion fruit.

Lister: 
What are you saying, Rimmer?

Rimmer
I'm saying that there is a very real possibility that your parents were brother and sister.

Lister: 
Hey. I'm baring my Innermost, here!

Rimmer
How many toes have you got?

Lister
Ten.

Cat: 
Yeah, on both feet!

Lister: 
Altogether!

Kryten: 
They're not webbed or anything are they?

Lister:
 Look, they weren't related, all right?

[Kryten falls off his chair]




[ It is the day before Father's Day, and so, by long tradition, Lister needs to get blind drunk before making himself a card, so he can have Kryten hand-deliver it to him the following year. ]

Rimmer: 
And what are you doing today that makes you so "busy"?

Lister: 
I'm getting drunk!

Rimmer: 
That's your day?


Lister:
Not just any old drunk. 
I'm talking traffic-cone hugging, pavement licking kershnickered. 
That's my day, cheers!



Rimmer Sr.: 
I just wanted to say...

Rimmer: 
Yes...?

Rimmer Sr: 
I just wanted to say...

Rimmer: 
What?

Rimmer Sr: 
You're a total smeghead!

Rimmer: 
What?! This isn't my fantasy!


Cat: 
No. It's mine!

[ Robs Rimmer's Havana cigar out of his hand and scarpers. ]

Wednesday 12 October 2016

APPENDIX LAMED: THE TACTICS OF MAGICK



Hypnotism, debate, and countless other games have the same mechanism: 

Invoke often and Banish often.


The reader who seeks a deeper understanding of this argument can obtain it by putting these principles to the test. If you are afraid that you might, in this Christian environment, fall into taking the Christian Science mantra too seriously, try instead the following simple experiment. For forty days and forty nights, begin each day by invoking and praising the world in itself as an expression of the Egyptian deities. 




Recite at dawn:


I bless Ra, the fierce sun burning bright, 
I bless Isis-Luna in the night, 
I bless the air, the Horus-hawk, 
I bless the earth on which I walk.

Repeat at moonrise. Continue for the full forty days and forty nights. 

We say without any reservations that, at a minimum, you will feel happier and more at home in this part of the galaxy (and will also understand better Uncle John Feather's attitude toward our planet); 

at maximum, you may find rewards beyond your expectations, and will be converted to using this mantra for the rest of your life. 

(If the results are exceptionally good, you just might start believing in ancient Egyptian gods.)





APPENDIX CHETH: HAGBARD'S ABDICATION
Readers who do not understand the scene in which Hagbard abdicates in favor of Miss Portinari should take heart. Once they do understand it, they will understand most of the mysteries of all schools of mysticism. 



APPENDIX LAMED: THE TACTICS OF MAGICK


"The human brain evidently operates on some variation of the famous principle enunciated in The Hunting of the Snark:

"What I tell you three times is true." 
—NORBERT WEINER, Cybernetics

The most important idea in the Book of Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage is the simple-looking formula "Invoke often."


The most successful form of treatment for so-called mental disorders, the Behavior Therapy of Pavlov, Skinner, Wolpe, et al., could well be summarized in two similar words: "Reinforce often." 

("Reinforcement," for all practical purposes, means the same as the layman's term "reward." The essence of Behavior Therapy is rewarding desired behavior; the behavior "as if by magic" begins to occur more and more often as the rewards continue.)

Advertising, as everybody knows, is based on the axiom "Repeat often."

Those who think they are "materialists" and think that "materialism" requires them to deny all facts which do not square with their definition of "matter" are loath to admit the well-documented and extensive list of individuals who have been cured of serious maladies by that very vulgar and absurd form of magick known as Christian Science. Nonetheless, the reader who wants to understand this classic work of immortal literature will have to analyze its deepest meanings, guided by an awareness that there is no essential difference between magick, Behavior Therapy, advertising, and Christian Science. All of them can be condensed into Abra-Melin's simple "Invoke often."

Reality, as Simon Moon says, is thermoplastic, not thermosetting. It is not quite Silly-Putty, as Mr. Paul Krassner once claimed, but is much closer to Silly-Putty than we generally realize. If you are told often enough that "Budweiser is the king of beers," Budweiser will eventually taste somewhat better— perhaps a great deal better— than it tasted before this magick spell was cast. If a behavior therapist in the pay of the communists rewards you every time you repeat a communist slogan, you will repeat it more often, and begin to slide imperceptibly toward the same kind of belief that Christian Scientists have for their mantras. And if a Christian Scientist tells himself every day that his ulcer is going away, the ulcer will disappear more rapidly than it would have had he not subjected himself to this homemade advertising campaign. Finally, if a magician invokes the Great God Pan often enough, the Great God Pan will appear just as certainly as heterosexual behavior appears in homosexuals who are being handled (or manhandled) by Behavior Therapy.
The opposite and reciprocal of "Invoke often" is "Banish often."
The magician wishing for a manifestation of Pan will not only invoke Pan directly and verbally, create Panlike conditions in his temple, reinforce Pan associations in every gesture and every article of furniture, use the colors and perfumes associated with Pan, etc.; he will also banish other gods verbally, banish them by removing their associated furnitures and colors and perfumes, and banish them in every other way. The Behavior Therapist calls this "negative reinforcement," and in treating a patient who is afraid of elevators he will not only reinforce (reward) every instance in which the patient rides an elevator without terror, but will also negatively reinforce (punish) each indication of terror shown by the patient. The Christian Scientist, of course, uses a mantra or spell which both reinforces health and negatively reinforces (banishes) illness.* Similarly, a commercial not only motivates the listener toward the sponsor's product but discourages interest in all "false gods"- by subsuming them under the rubric of the despised and contemptible Brand X.
* The basic Christian Science mantra, known as "The Scientific Statement of Being," no less, is as follows: "There is no life, truth, intelligence nor substance in matter. All is infinite mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is all in all, Spirit is immortal truth: matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material, he is spiritual." The fact that these statements are, in terms of the scientific criteria, "meaningless," "non-operational," and "footless" is actually totally irrelevant. They work. Try them and see. As Aleister Crowley, no friend of Mrs. Eddy's, wrote, "Enough of Because! May he be damned for a dog!"
Hypnotism, debate, and countless other games have the same mechanism: Invoke often and Banish often.
The reader who seeks a deeper understanding of this argument can obtain it by putting these principles to the test. If you are afraid that you might, in this Christian environment, fall into taking the Christian Science mantra too seriously, try instead the following simple experiment. For forty days and forty nights, begin each day by invoking and praising the world in itself as an expression of the Egyptian deities. Recite at dawn:
I bless Ra, the fierce sun burning bright, I bless Isis-Luna in the night, I bless the air, the Horus-hawk, I bless the earth on which I walk.
Repeat at moonrise. Continue for the full forty days and forty nights. 
We say without any reservations that, at a minimum, you will feel happier and more at home in this part of the galaxy (and will also understand better Uncle John Feather's attitude toward our planet); at maximum, you may find rewards beyond your expectations, and will be converted to using this mantra for the rest of your life. 
(If the results are exceptionally good, you just might start believing in ancient Egyptian gods.)


A selection of magick techniques which will offend the reason of no materialist can be found in Laura Archera Huxley's You Are Not the Target (a powerful mantra, the title!), in Gestalt Therapy, by Peris, Heferline, and Goodman, and in Mind Games, by Masters and Houston.

All this, of course, is programming your own trip by manipulating appropriate clusters of word, sound, image, and emotional (prajna) energy. The aspect of magick which puzzles, perplexes, and provokes the modern mentality is that in which the operator programs somebody else's trip, acting at a distance. It is incredible and insulting, to this type of person, if one asserts that our Mr. Nkrumah Fubar could program a headache for the President of the United States. He might grant that such manipulating of energy is possible if the President was told about Mr. Fubar's spells, but he will not accept that it works just as well when the subject has no conscious knowledge of the curse.

The magical theory that 5 = 6 has no conviction for such a skeptic, and magicians have not yet proposed a better theory. The materialist then asserts that all cases where magic did appear to work under this handicap are illusions, delusions, hallucinations, "coincidences,"* misapprehensions, "luck," accident, or downright hoax.
* Look up the etymology of that word some time and see if it means anything.
He does not seem to realize that asserting this is equivalent to asserting that reality is, after all, thermoplastic— for he is admitting that many people live in a different reality than his own. Rather than leave him to grapple as best he can with this self-contradiction, we suggest that he consult Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain, by Ostrander and Schroder—especially Chapter 11, "From Animals to Cybernetics: The Search for a Theory of Psi." He might realize that when "matter" is fully understood, there is nothing a materialist need reject in magick action at a distance, which has been well explored by scientists committed to the rigid Marxist form of dialectical materialism.

Those who have kept alive the ancient traditions of magick, such as the Ordo Templi Orientalis, will realize that the essential secret is sexual (as Saul tries to explain in the Sixth Trip) and that more light can be found in the writings of Wilhelm Reich, M. D., than in the current Soviet research. But Dr. Reich was jailed as a quack by the U.S. Government, and we would not ask our readers to consider the possibility that the U.S. Government could ever be Wrong about anything.

Any psychoanalyst will guess at once the most probable symbolic meanings of the Rose and the Cross; but no psychologist engaged in psi research has applied this key to the deciphering of traditional magic texts. The earliest reference to freemasonry in English occurs in Andersen's "Muses Threnody," 1638:


For we be brethren of the Rosey Cross

We have the Mason Word and second sight


but no parapsychologist has followed up the obvious clue contained in this conjunction of the vaginal rose, the phallic cross, the word of invocation, and the phenomenon of thought projection. That the taboos against sexuality are still latent in our culture explains part of this blindness; fear of opening the door to the most insidious and subtle forms of paranoia is another part. (If the magick can work at a distance, the repressed thought goes, which of its is safe?) A close and objective study of the anti- LSD hysteria in America will shed further light on the mechanisms of avoidance here discussed.

Of course, there are further offenses and affronts to the rationalist in the deeper study of magick. We all know, for instance, that words are only arbitrary conventions with no intrinsic connection to the things they symbolize, yet magick involves the use of words in a manner that seems to imply that some such connection, or even identity, actually exists. The reader might analyze some powerful bits of language not generally considered magical, and he will find something of the key. For instance, the 2 + 3 pattern in "Hail Eris'/'All hail Discordia" is not unlike the 2 + 3 in "Holy Mary, Mother of God," or that in the "L.S./M.F.T." which once sold many cartons of cigarettes to our parents; and the 2 + 3 in Crowley's "Io Pan! Io Pan Pan!" is a relative of these. Thus, when a magician says that you must shout "Abrahadabra," and no other word, at the most intensely emotional moment in an invocation, he exaggerates; you may substitute other words; but you will abort the result if you depart too far from the five-beat pattern of "Abrahadabra."*
* A glance at the end of Appendix Beth will save the reader from misunderstanding the true tenor of these remarks.

But this brings us to the magical theory of reality.

Mahatma Guru Sri Paramahansa Shivaji* writes in Yoga for Yahoos:
* Aleister Crowley again, under another pen-name.

Let us consider a piece of cheese. We say that this has certain qualities, shape, structure, color, solidity, weight, taste, smell, consistency and the rest; but investigation has shown that this is all illusory. Where are these qualities? Not in the cheese, for different observers give quite different accounts of it. Not in ourselves, for we do not perceive them in the absence of the cheese . . .

What then are these qualities of which we are so sure? They would not exist without our brains; they would not exist without the cheese. They are the results of the union, that is of the Yoga, of the seer and seen, of subject and object ...

There is nothing here with which a modern physicist could quarrel; and this is the magical theory of the universe. The magician assumes that sensed reality- the panorama of impressions monitored by the senses and collated by the brain— is radically different from so-called objective reality.* About the latter "reality" we can only form speculations or theories which, if we are very careful and subtle, will not contradict either logic or the reports of the senses. This lack of contradiction is rare; some conflicts between theory and logic, or between theory and sense-data, are not discovered for centuries (for example, the wandering of Mercury away from the Newtonian calculation of its orbit). And even when achieved, lack of contradiction is proof only that the theory is not totally false. It is never, in any ease, proof that the theory is totally true—for an indefinite number of such theories can be constructed from the known data at any time. For instance, the geometries of Euclid, of Gauss and Reimann, of Lobachevski, and of Fuller all work well enough on the surface of the earth, and it not yet clear whether the Gauss-Reimann or the Fuller system works better in interstellar space.
*See the anthology Perception, edited by Robert Blake, Ph.D., and especially the chapter by psychologist Carl Rogers, which demonstrates that people's perceptions change while they are in psychotherapy. As William Blake noted, "The fool sees not the same tree that the wise man sees."
If we have this much freedom in choosing our theories about "objective reality," we have even more liberty in deciphering the "given" or transactional sensed reality. The ordinary person senses as he or she has been taught to sense —that is, as they have been programmed by their society. The magician is a self-programmer. Using invocation and evocation— which are functionally identical with self- conditioning, auto-suggestion, and hypnosis, as shown above— he or she edits or orchestrates sensed reality like an artist.*
* Everybody, of course, does this unconsciously; see the paragraph about the cheese. 

The magician, doing it consciously, controls it.

This book, being part of the only serious conspiracy it describes— that is, part of Operation Mindfuck— has programmed the reader in ways that he or she will not understand for a period of months (or perhaps years). When that understanding is achieved, the real import of this appendix (and of the equation 5 = 6) will be clearer. Officials at Harvard thought Dr. Timothy Leary was joking when he warned that students should not be allowed to indiscriminately remove dangerous, habit-forming books from the library unless each student proves a definite need for each volume. (For instance, you have lost track of Joe Malik's mysterious dogs by now.) It is strange that one can make the clearest possible statements and yet be understood by many to have said the opposite. 

The Rite of Shiva, as performed by Joe Malik during the SSS Black Mass, contains the central secret of all magick, very explicitly, yet most people can reread that section a dozen, or a hundred times, and never understand what the secret is. For instance, Miss Portinari was a typical Catholic girl in every way— except for an unusual tendency to take Catholicism seriously— until she began menstruating and performing spiritual meditations every day.* One morning, during her meditation period, she visualized the Sacred Heart of Jesus with unusual clarity; immediately another image, distinctly shocking to her, came to mind with equal vividness. She recounted this experience to her confessor the next Saturday, and he warned her, gravely, that meditation was not healthy for a young girl, unless she intended to take the oath of seclusion and enter a convent. She had no intention of doing that, but rebelliously (and guiltily) continued her meditations anyway. The disturbing second image persisted whenever she thought of the Sacred Heart; she began to suspect that this was sent by the Devil to distract her from meditation. 

* These two signs of growth often appear at the same time, being DNA-triggered openings of the fourth neural circuit.
One weekend, when she was home from convent school on vacation, her parents decided she was the right age to be introduced to Roman society. (Actually, they, like most well-off Italian families, had already chosen which daughter would be given to the church— and it wasn't her. Hence, this early introduction to la dolce vita.) One of the outstanding ornaments of Rome at that time was the "eccentric international businessman" Mr. Hagbard Celine, and he was at the party to which Miss Portinari was taken that evening.
It was around eleven, and she had consumed perhaps a little too much Piper Heidseck, when she happened to find herself standing near a small group who were listening rapt-ly to a story the strange Celine was telling. Miss Portinari wondered what this creature might be saying—he was reputedly even more cynical and materialistic than other international money-grubbers, and Miss Portinari was, at that time, the kind of conservative Catholic idealist who finds capitalists even more dreadful than socialists. She idly tuned in on his words; he was talking English, but she understood that language adequately.
" 'Son, son,'" Hagbbard recited, " 'with two beautiful women throwing themselves at you, why are you sitting alone in your room jacking off?'"
Miss Portinari blushed furiously and drank some more champagne to conceal it. She hated the man already, knowing that she would surrender her virginity to him at the earliest opportunity; of such complexities are intellectual Catholic adolescents capable.
"And the boy replied," Hagbard went on, " 'I guess you just answered your own question, Ma.' " There was a shocked silence.
"The case is quite typical," Hagbard added blandly, obviously finished. "Professor Freud recounts even more startling family dramas."
"I don't see ..." a celebrated French auto racer began, frowning. Then he smiled. "Oh," he said, "was the boy an American?"
Miss Portinari left the group perhaps a bit too hurriedly (she felt a few eyes following her) and quickly refilled her champagne glass.
A half-hour later she was standing on the veranda, trying to clear her head in the night air, when a shadow moved near her and Celine appeared amid a cloud of cigar smoke.
"The moon has a fat jaw tonight," he said in Italian. "Looks like somebody punched her in the mouth."
"Are you a poet in addition to your other accomplishments?" she asked coolly. "That sounds as if it might be American verse."
He laughed— a clear peal, like a stallion whinnying. "Quite so," he said. "I just came from Rapallo, where I was talking to America's major poet of this century. How old are you?" he asked suddenly.
"Almost sixteen," she said fumbling the words.
"Almost fifteen," he corrected ungallantly.
"If it's any affair of yours—"
"It might be," he replied easily. "I need a girl your age for something I have in mind." "I can imagine. Something foul."
He stepped further out of the shadows and closer. "Child," he said, "are you religious?"
"I suppose you regard that as old-fashioned," she replied, imagining his mouth on her breast and thinking of paintings of Mary nursing the Infant.
"At this point in history," he said simply, "it's the only thing that isn't old-fashioned. What was your birthdate? Never mind— you must be a Virgo."
"I am," she said. (His teeth would bite her nipple, but very gently. He would know enough to do that.) "But that is superstition, not religion."
"I wish I could draw a precise line between religion, superstition, and science." He smiled. "I find that they keep running together. You are Catholic, of course?" His persistence was maddening.
"I am too proud to believe an absurdity, and therefore I am not a Protestant," she replied— immediately fearing that he would recognize the plagiarism.
"What symbol means the most to you?" he asked, with the blandness of a prosecuting attorney setting a trap.
"The cross," she said quickly. She didn't want him to know the truth. "No." He again corrected her ungallantly. "The Sacred Heart." 
Then she knew he was of Satan's party. "I must go," she said.
"Meditate further on the Sacred Heart," he said, his eyes blazing like a hypnotist's (a cornball gimmick, he was thinking privately, but it might work). "Meditate on it deeply, child. You will find in it the essential of Catholicism — and the essential of all other religion."
"I think you are mad," she responded, leaving the veranda with undignified haste.
But two weeks later, during her morning meditation, she suddenly understood the Sacred Heart. At lunchtime she disappeared—leaving behind a note to the Mother Superior of the convent school and another note for her parents— and went in search of Hagbard. She had even more potential than he realized, and (as elsewhere recorded) within two years he abdicated in her favor. They never became lovers.*
*They were quite good friends, though, and he did fuck her occasionally.
The importance of symbols— images— as the link between word and primordial energy demonstrates the unity between magick and yoga. Both magick and yoga— we reiterate—are methods of self-programming employing synchronistically connected chains of word, image, and bio-energy.
Thus, rationalists, who are all puritans, have never considered the fact that disbelief in magick is found only in puritanical societies. The reason for this is simple: Puritans are incapable of guessing what magick is essentially all about. It can even be surely ventured that only those who have experienced true love, in the classic Albigensian or troubadour sense of that expression, are equipped to understand even the most clear-cut exposition of the mysteries.*
The eye in the triangle; for instance, is not primarily a symbol of the Christian Trinity, as the gullible assume— except insofar as the Christian Trinity is itself a visual (or verbal) elaboration on a much older meaning. Nor is this symbol representative of the Eye of Osiris or even of the Eye of Horus, as some have ventured; it is venerated, for instance, among the Cao Dai sect in Vietnam, who never heard of Osiris or Horus. The eye's meaning can be found quite simply by meditating on Tarot Trump XV, the Devil, which corresponds, on the Tree of Life, to the Hebrew letter ayin, the eye. The reader who realizes that "The Devil" is only a late rendering of the Great God Pan has already solved the mystery of the eye, and the triangle has its usual meaning. The two together are the union of Yod, the father, with He, the Mother, as in Yod-He-Vau-He, the holy unspeakable name of God. Vau, the Holy Ghost, is the result of their union, and final He is the divine ecstasy which follows. One might even venture that one who contemplates this key to the identities of Pan, the Devil, the Great Father, and the Great Mother will eventually come to a new, more complete understanding of the Christian Trinity itself, and especially of its most mysterious member, Vau, the elusive Holy Ghost.**
* This book has stated it as clearly as possible in a number of places, but some readers are still wondering what we are holding back.
** This being has more in common with the ordinary nocturnal visitor, sometimes called a "ghost," than is immediately evident to the uninitiated. Cf. the well-documented association of poltergeist disturbances with adolescents. 




Left-hand Pentagram (two horns exalted)
Right-hand Pentagram (one horn exalted)
The pentagram comes in two forms but always represents the fullest extension of the human psyche— the male human psyche in particular. The pentagram with one horn exalted is, quite naturally, associated with the right-hand path; and the two-horned pentagram with the left-hand path. (The Knights Templar, very appropriately, inscribed the head of Baphomet, the goat-headed deity who was their equivalent of Pan or the Devil, within the left-handed pentagram in such wise that each "horn" contained one of Baphomet's horns.) It is to be observed that the traditionally sinister* left-hand pentagram contains an internal pentagon with one point upward, whereas the right-hand pentagram contains an internal pentagon with one point downward; this nicely illustrates the Law of Opposites.** The pentagon in the Sacred Chao is tilted from the perpendicular so that it cannot be said to have any points directly upward or directly downward—or perhaps can be said to have 1 1⁄2 points up and 1 1⁄2 points down***— thereby illustrating the Reconciliation of Opposites. All that can be said against the method of the left-hand pentagram, without prejudice, is that this form of the sacrament is always destructive of the Holy Spirit, in a certain sense. It should be remembered that the right-hand pentagram method is also destructive in most cases, especially by those practitioners so roundly condemned in Chapter 14 of Joyce's Ulysses—and this group is certainly the majority these days. In view of the ecological crisis, it might even be wise to encourage the left-hand method and discourage the right-hand method at this time, to balance the Sacred Numbers.
* This association, attributing diabolism to the left-hand path, is oversimplified, prejudiced, and superstitious. In general, it can be said that the left-hand pentagram is suitable for both invocations and evocations, whereas the right-hand pentagram is suitable only for evocations, and mat is the only important difference. (It is assumed that the reader understands the pentagram as an exclusively male symbol.)
** Cf. the Tarot trumps II and III—the Magus, holding one arm upward and one downward, and the High Priestess, sitting between the pillars of Day and Night. (The Priestess is also associated with the Hebrew letter gimmel, the camel, and part of the meaning of this symbolism is contained in the shapes of the camel's back and the Hebrew letter.)
*** This makes it quite useless for summoning werewolves. The Sacred Chao, however, is intended to teach a philosophical lesson, not to attract individuals with dubious pastimes.
Very few readers of the Golden Bough have pierced Sir Prof. Dr. Frazer's veil of euphemism and surmised the exact method used by Isis in restoring life to Osiris, although this is shown quite clearly 


in extant Egyptian frescoes. Those who are acquainted with this simple technique of resurrecting the dead (which is at least partially successful in all cases and totally successful in most) will have no trouble in skrying the esoteric connotations of the Sacred Chao— or of the Taoist yin-yang or the astrological sign of cancer. The method almost completely reverses that of the pentagrams, right or left, and it can even be said that in a certain sense it was not Osiris himself but his brother, Set, symbolically understood, who was the object of Isis's magical workings. In every case, without exception, a magical or mystical symbol always refers to one of the very few* variations of the same, very special variety of human sacrifice: the "one eye opening" or the "one hand clapping"; and this sacrifice cannot be partial— it must culminate in death if it is to be efficacious. The literal- mindedness of the Saures, in the novel, caused them to become a menace to life on earth; the reader should bear this in mind. The sacrifice is not simple. It is a species of cowardice, epidemic in Anglo- Saxon nations for more than three centuries, which causes most who seek success in this field to stop short before the death of the victim. Anything less than death—that is, complete oblivion—simply will not work.** (One will find more clarity on this crucial point in the poetry of John Donne than in most treatises alleging to explain the secrets of magick.)
* Fewer than seventy, according to a classical enumeration.
** The magician must always identify fully with the victim, and share every agonized contortion to the utmost. Any attitude of standing aside and watching, as in a theatrical performance, or any intellectualization during the moments when the sword is doing its brutal but necessary work, or any squeamishness or guilt or revulsion, creates the two- mindedness against which Hagbard so vehemently warns in Never Whistle While You're Pissing. In a sense, only the mind dies. 





A. YIN-YANG; B. SACRED CHAD; c. OUROBOROS, THE SERPENT EATING ITS OWN TAIL;
D. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN OF CANCER; E. SWASTIKA;
F. ROMAN CATHOLIC SACRED HEART; G. HEXAGRAM.
The symbolism of the swastika is quite adequately explained in Wilhelm Reich's Mass Psychology of Fascism.
Ouroboros, the serpent eating its own tail, is chiefly emblematic of the Mass of the Holy Ghost.* * See Israel Regardie, The Tree of Life.
The Roman Catholic symbolism of the Sacred Heart is strikingly overt, especially to readers of Frazer and Payne-Knight. In essence, it is the same notion conveyed by the cartoonist's conventional rendering of Cupid shooting his arrow into a red pulsating heart. This is the basic meaning of the Dying God and the Resurrection. The identification of Christ with the pelican who stabs its own heart with its beak (to feed its young) is an analogous rendering of the same motif. We repeat thawas only because the Saure family so misread these simple symbols that they became cruel and sadistic.

In essence, then, the basic symbols, of magic, mythology, and religion—whether Eastern or Western, ancient or modern, "right-hand" or "left-hand"—are so simple that only the pernicious habit of looking for alleged "profundities" and "mysteries" prevents people from automatically understanding them almost without thinking. The meaning of the hexagram— the female equivalent of the male pentagram— was explicated by Freud himself, but most students, convinced that the answer could not be so elementary and down-to-earth, continue to look into the clouds.
The same principles apply to written symbols. The all-important name YOD HE VAU HE, for instance, has traditionally been scanned in various ways, of which the most significant correlations are given in the following table:
True meaning of the
Hebrew Letters
Traditional Magick code
Tarot suit
Tarot trump
Tarot Royal Card
VAU HE
Nail Window
YOD HE
Fist (or
spermatazoon) Window
Father Mother
Wands Cups Swords
Hermit Star Knight Queen Fire Water
Hierophant Star Prince Princess Air Earth
Element
The traditional lion-man-eagle-bull symbolism also fits this table,* as do Joyce's Four Old Men in
Finnegans Wake;** it can also be found in the Aztec codices and Buddhist mandalas. * YOD, the fiery father, is the lion (fire-sign); HE, the watery mother, is man as
humanity; VAU, the air spirit, is eagle; final HE, earth, is bull.
** Marcus Lyons (i.e., the lion) is the fiery father; Matt Gregory (i.e., the ego) is the watery mother; John McDougall (i.e., eagle) is the airy son; Luke Tarpey (taur, the bull) is the earthy daughter.
The essential and original meaning, of course, is a program for a ritual, and the ritual is magick. The four letters are simply the four beats in Wilhelm Reich's formula: muscular tension --> electrical charge --> electrical discharge --> muscular relaxation. In short, as Freud once noted, every sexual act involves, at a minimum, four parties. The father and son provide a "fist" and a "nail"; the mother
Son Daughter Pentacles (or Discs)  and daughter provide two "windows." The case of the Chicago schizophrenic killer William Heirens, who experienced orgasm when climbing through windows, demonstrates that this symbolism does not have to be taught and is inherent in the human mind, although always subject to the distortion exemplified by the Saures.
Finally, the universal blessing given on page 218 is intimately involved with the YHVH formula: 

I bless Ra, the fierce sun burning bright I bless Isis-Luna in the night
I bless the air, the Horus-Hawk
I bless the earth on which I walk

The fiery father, the watery mother, the airy son, and the earthy daughter are all there, just as they are in every alchemical formula.* But we say no more at this point, lest the reader begin seeking for a 5 = 4 equation to balance the 5 = 6. 

* In this connection—and also, en passant, as an indication that Adolf Hitler's link with the Illuminati was not invented for this work of "fiction"— we suggest that the reader look into The Morning of the Magicians, by Pauwels and Bergier. 


We conclude with a final warning and clarification: 
Resort to mass sacrifice (as among the Aztecs, the Catholic Inquisition, and the Nazi death camps) is the device of those who are incapable of the true Rite of the Dying God.