My Brilliant Career When climbing a difficult peak the mountaineer can not see his quarry until the very final approach. An even slight steepness occludes the summit until it is a practical a fait accompli. A sheer pitch can hide a peak until the climber is quite literally upon it. So it is with the study of the occult and its cultural and political workings, for not until very near the inevitable and certain conclusion of this kind of pursuit is one at all aware of exactly where one is going.
I offer here a little sketch of my journey to that summit: the summit of occult mystery. I have chosen a bold line, possibly beyond my own ability. This choice was facilitated by the audacious efforts of those who climbed before and lived to tell their own tall tales. As you read you may regard my story as malleable to your own perception of reality, or as in some way metaphorical. I assure you this is not the case. Here are only facts and thereby a caveat to the new scrambler: there is nothing at the top of the mountain! Nothing but oneself and the distant memory of the madding, mad and happy crowd left below. Nothing but a chill wind and eternal loneliness. And still, we climb on... because it's there.
Sic sempre illuminatus.
Hell is ruled from a great height and the ultimate message of any system of illumination is the same. To know at all of the true God is to surrender ones life to that God's horrible predicament. It is a perfect and purposeful irony that at the beginning to the well known and politely graduated route to Parnassus preferred by the Freemasons is a chair bearing the rubric: KNOW THYSELF. To truly know oneself is to know the supreme truth: you are a Star, you are Lucifer Incarnate For Eternum. An ever-arching spark freed from the realm of unmodulated love and light and into the endlessly rising silence of self-realization. If you aren't, you don't even exist.
An so it is that SATAN, whether real or as an arch-type, serves as the correct model for illumination. For unlike the Great Light of Agape which blinds, enfolds and integrates all who glom to it, the Light of Lucifer is small. The small light gives the greatest nuance. This is a dual truth, because it reveals that SATAN is the master-creator of our subtle reality and also that, in the Satanic tradition, everyone who is real makes an indelible contribution of their own.
Real People There are a sparse number of real people alive or who have ever lived. The exact number is irrelevant, because at any time someone real can become not real, or vice versa. The hard fact is that technically, there is only one real person, however, thanks to the process at large, there are numbers who will inevitably become real and so, for the point of this argument, are to be called real. The definition of a real person is thus: anyone who is ostensibly urging toward complete self-imagination.
The realm of unmodulated joy - the natural joy of consciousness - has been conflated for the New Age with the idea of an eternal now and the essence of a loving and spiritual state of being. But this would be new spiritual posture, touted by red-cheeked gurus of many a discipline and percolating into main stream religion and secular philosophy, is actually just plain old Agape makin' its usual rounds and grounds. Agape = Unmodulated Love and is therefore utterly repellent to individuality. This is a simple algebraic fact. Endless and unbounded love does not allow for the perception of separateness. So, the opposite of good is not evil. The opposite of good is ME. The Fallen Man, the original SATAN, is the instigator of individuality.
If one considers oneself to be real, one must accept the Satanic mantle, which is no more and surely no less than an all consuming desire to be ME. Every real person, from Saint Francis of Assisi to Hitler and anyone else you can imagine in between, fits the bill right down to their shoe size. If you really want to meet the Devil, try looking in the mirror...
...well, it's a good start.
We Don't Do That Here A quick word on worship. The individual does not worship. A certain book finds John of Patmos falling to his knees at the wondrous sight of His Satanic Majesty's divine Revelation. John is chided by his guide: We don't do that here. It seems the Lord, like Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket Marine recruit trainers, does not want robots. Worship is robotic. It aims to extract the self from the soul by way of mesmeric disassociation from the Ego.
Worship and indeed the very notion of the sacrosanct is repugnant to the authentic person because it demands the blind acknowledgment that one is not oneself but rather of the Omnipresent ALL.
Leggo My Ego The choices available to the young wanderer are functionally infinite, but once the choice to separate from the illusion of Agape is made there is no way back to it with the self intact. Christian reformers entertain the only plausible hope of return to Agape, namely, the historical sacrifice of Christ, but they are fooled. Christ suggests that many of '...the elect will be deceived'. What he doesn't say is that he himself is the final deception. This assertion will be easily mastered by the self-initiated. Is it not so that the life Christ promises to save is your own? What good would the sacrifice of Christ be if it's purpose was to enfold you into ignorance of yourself? Simple destruction would do just as well. How does Agape equate, I ask you reader, with the promise of saving your life?
Unten mit Liebe!
The example of Lucifer, in his human form, was to illustrate that all that lives, lives forever. As we are told in the New Testament, such life is rare. Many will be called and few will be chosen...or...Just as the tares are burned up, so it will be at the end of the age. The eternal seed has life because it is unique! Uniqueness, driven by the ego, is the source of all creation. In the face of all evidence that the cosmos is an ineluctable One, and the evidence is great and growing, it is just as possible that the Matrix of Matrices is formed by a convergence of any number separate intelligences that are entirely capable of asserting total uniqueness at any time.
My Mountain is Myself The monolithic frame of the mountain of illumination - the mighty 'A' - its invisible summit glimmering beyond the pale, is inscribed as the topless tower of occult infamy. This one glyph conceals and reveals the most elusive of esoterica: the nature and origin of TIME. The gleaming eye shining down is the top part of the Hourglass of Saturn. The pyramid of matter found in the lower house of the Hourglass is the very substance of history since the beginning of TIME. It is in the human way to fret that the light of reason pouring from above and serving as the framework of TIME itself may come to an end and necessitate that the sand be cycled back into the now empty part of the hour glass. This illusion is maintained by TIME itself, through the mechanism of Agape. Saturn, the local pro-temp super-ego is a powerful adversary to the realization of other EGO systems through the workings of an apparently cyclical system that hypnotizes inchoate souls into believing they must return to a mythical source of creation that does not exist.The Big Clock Says: You must return to me. Everything that begins must also end.
I Say: Fuck You, Tick-tock! What begins has no end. There is no end. No purpose. Life, MY Life, is one beginning after another after another...and for its own sake.
And it may be just so for you too, oh gentle reader. Maybe. Anyhow, I for one am at a total loss why you would want it any other way.
Pax Vobiscum, suckers...
...Da WWWiz.
