A brief introduction to the labyrinthine metaphysics of That Which Rises Vs. That Which Falls, utilizing Greek myth, ritual magick, astrophysics and social psychology, for a perspective on catalyzing a positive personal transformation.
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existentialism is for poor people
What could be more boring than never having to work again? Here's a quick primer on how to make certain there's never a dull moment after you've won your jackpot prize, and discover your life's purpose in the bargain, involving risking life and sanity using a 15th-century magical grimoire to summon your Holy Guardian Angel.
joy and gladness are an exothermic projectile-firing weapon
Mighty and erect is this Will of mine, this Pyramid of fire whose summit is lost in Heaven. Upon it have I burned the corpse of my desires. Mighty and erect is this Φαλλοσ of my Will. The seed thereof is That which I have borne within me from Eternity; and it is lost within the Body of Our Lady of the Stars. I am not I; I am but an hollow tube to bring down Fire from Heaven. Mighty and marvellous is this Weakness, this Heaven which draweth me into Her Womb, this Dome which hideth, which absorbeth, Me. This is The Night wherein I am lost, the Love through which I am no longer I. —Aleister Crowley, “The Gun-Barrel”
cut the fruit from the vine, and the whole world falls away
I used to have a definite deathwish. During my twenties, I decided that I would kill myself when I turned 33. I wasn't depressed, I simply didn't want to grow old. “Decrepitude” has such a nasty ring to it—did then, still does—and an even nastier smell. And now, almost four years past that expiration date, I can report that I was being stupid. But then I go and write stuff like the following...
