Thelema Lodge Calendar for November 2002 e.v.
Thelema Lodge Calendar
for November 2002 e.v.
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Ordo Templi Orientis
Berkeley, CA 94702 USA
November 2002 e.v. at Thelema Lodge
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Lodge Members and Officers
Fonder than Scorpions
O Thou Mighty God, make me as a brown Scorpion that creepeth on through a vast desert of silver
--Liber 963: The Twelvefold Beseechment of God
The middle of autumn, under the sign of the Scorpion, finds our lodge
turning a corner in the year, and perhaps taking a moment to collect our wits
after one of the most intense and successful cycles of The Rites of Eleusis
ever seen here. Some interesting new studies are being organized around the
lodge this season, and after all the rehearsals and the planning of the past
couple months it may well be time again to exercise the imagination in new
areas, and perhaps generate some fresh ideas in time for the next cycle of
performances. Enochian studies will be leading the offerings, with a new
series of classes on the Heptarchia Mystica and the opening of our annual
reading of The Vision and the Voice (Liber 418), with each of the thirty
aethyrs being read ceremonially on the anniversary date of its original
scrying 93 years ago. Members may be interested to do some reading for the
group discussions which meet this month in the lodge library concerning The Cloud upon the Sanctuary by Karl von Eckartshausen, and The Varieties of Religions Experience by William James, though one need not read ahead to be
welcome at these events. We open the month with an overflow of holiday
rituals, celebrating not only the traditional cross-quarter feast of Samhain,
but the festival of All Hallows (in a church, no less) as well. As always we
have mass every Sunday evening a little past nightfall, and there will be
O.T.O. initiations on Saturday 9th September. (To attend initiations it is
necessary to make advance arrangements by contacting the lodgemaster or other
lodge officers ahead of time. All involved must make contact well beforehand
to learn the time, place, and the degree to be worked.) Applications for
initiation in O.T.O. are available from the lodgemaster at most lodge events.
| O Thou that standest on the Scorpion!|
Thee, Thee, Thee, Thee, I invoke!
O Thou! from whom the Universe did spring!
Thou, the All-Father, Thou whose plumes of power
rise up to touch the Throne of the Concealed!
Mighty! Merciful! Magnificent!
Thee, Thee, Thee, Thee, I invoke!
--"Evocation of Taphtharatharath"
There will be a Thelemic observation of the combined ancient feasts of All
Saints and All Souls on Friday evening 1st November at 8:30 in the sanctuary
of Grace North Church in Berkeley. Presented by the Companions of Monsalvat,
this event will offer Thelemites a taste of the high-church tradition, with
specially composed liturgical music, ornate traditional vestments, and
sumptuous ceremony (along with plenty of smells and bells). Located at 2138
Cedar Street (between Shattuck Avenue and Oxford Street), the Episcopalian
parish center at Grace North provides an impressive experimental space for the
transmutation of established ceremonial paradigms from the aeon of Osiris for
use in our age of the Crowned and Conquering Child. All attending are
requested to bring with them a contribution of nonperishable food for the
church's holiday charity food drive.
| Trembling, twittering, dissembling,|
The lips of the flute-players wander
Over the stops, fiercer and fonder
Than scorpions that writhe and curl
In the fiery breast of an Arab girl!
--"The Blind Prophet"
The Blade of Water
40. I am become like a luscious devil of Italy; a fair strong woman with
worn cheeks, eaten out with hunger for kisses. She hath played the harlot in
divers palaces; she hath given her body to the beasts.
41. She hath slain her kinsfolk with strong venom of toads; she hath been
scourged with many rods.
42. She hath been broken in pieces upon the Wheel; the hands of the
hangman have bound her unto it.
43. The fountains of water have been loosed upon her; she hath struggled
with exceeding torment.
44. She hath burst in sunder with the weight of the waters; she hath sunk
into the awful Sea.
-- Liber LXV, Chapter III
Sol reaches the heart of the scorpion before dawn on Thursday morning 7th
November at 4:06 AM, and Thelema Lodge will gather for a Samhain ritual and
feast that evening beginning at 7:30 in Horus Temple. Our transit through Cor
Scorpionis will be observed in an Enochian style this year, taking off from
the lodge's autumnal equinox ritual. Members wishing to get involved in the
ceremonial working should speak well ahead of time with brother Michael
Sanborn. All who attend are invited to bring dinner entrees, salads, or
desserts, and also drinks to share in the feast which will follow our ritual.
Whereas the Formative World (Yetzirah) in the Old Aeon used the Sword of
Air to divide the naught into multiplicity, Yetzirah in the New Aeon uses the
waters of dissolution as a blade to reunite the many to the continuity of
Nuit. If previously the ideal had consolidated into matter, so now does
matter fuse into energy, just as in the core of every star. If previously the
dense structures of creation invited identification and death, so now, by
cutting through our partial identities, we come to the recollection of our
eternity. From our dreaming, we turn to our awakening. We penetrate the
pulse of Yin and Yang to find the kaleidoscopic resonance of celestial
Nothing in the world is more elastic and yielding than water; yet it is preeminent to dissolve things rigid and resistant; there is nothing which can match it.
--The Tao Teh King, LXXVIII:1 (translated by Aleister Crowley)
We Claim Communion
As the oldest and most active sanctuary of Ecclesia Gnostica Catholica in
the Order today (or at any time in the past), offering more than 1200
celebrations of Liber XV over 25 years (465 masses in our present location
without missing a Sunday over the past nine years), Thelema Lodge is proud to
make participation in this ritual open to all who are willing the learn our
liturgy. Members, friends, and guests of the lodge gather each week as
Ecclesia Gnostica Catholica (the universal church of "those who know").
Gnostic newcomers are welcome, and we rarely have a mass without at least one
first-time communicant. Call several days ahead to get directions to the
temple if you have not previously visited our lodge. Everyone gathers in the
lodge library to await the deacon's summons into the sanctuary of the gnosis
at nightfall (or thereafter), and one of our gnostic bishops will be on hand
to explain the workings of the mass to those unfamiliar with the Thelemic
tradition. With autumn declining into winter we will be beginning somewhat
earlier, so please arrive at Horus Temple by 7:30 on any Sunday evening to
participate in the communion of the gnostic mass. The liturgy, as contained
in the O.T.O.'s Liber XV, centers upon the ritual charging of an edible
talisman (or eucharist) by three clerical officers, a priestess, priest, and
deacon. In our temple members take turns fulfilling these rolls to serve the
lodge at mass. To sign up as part of a team of celebrants, study the canon of
the ritual and practice the roles with your partners until each knows all
aspects of the ceremony comfortably and well. Priests and priestesses should
completely memorize and understand their parts; memorization is optional for
deacons so long as they are completely familiar with the lines they will be
reading. Speak with the lodgemaster to put your mass team on the temple
The Science of the Saints
Beginning on the 6th of November and continuing on Wednesday evenings at
8:00 in the lodge library there will be a three-part seminar on The Cloud upon the Sanctuary, by the eighteenth century German mystic Karl von Eckartshausen.
This text, which proposes the existence of an "interior church" of illuminated
Adepts, was extremely influential in the formation of the self-identity of the
original Golden Dawn and of the A A as well. Crowley's instructional Liber,
An Account of the A A is a rewritten version of the second chapter of this
book. By returning to this original source text, it is possible to gain a
clearer idea of Crowley's understanding of the A A, and of the basis of his
(and our own) spiritual mandate. In addition, The Cloud upon the Sanctuary is
a fascinating example of Theosophical literature in the tradition of Jacob
Boehme, a movement now largely forgotten in the English-speaking world that is
nevertheless an important antecedent to Thelema.
There will be three meetings altogether, and the first will focus on
chapter one, covering the Theosophical and Kantian foundations of the book's
central argument. The second meeting will be dedicated exclusively to a close
reading of the presentation in the second chapter of the doctrine of the
interior church, and Crowley's interpretation of this idea. The third session
will cover the remaining four chapters, which develop various additional
themes, including Eckartshausen's metaphysics, anthropology, theory of
symbolism, and system of stages of mystical attainment. Each meeting will
begin with a presentation by the facilitator, followed by open discussion.
For more information, please contact Nathan at firstname.lastname@example.org.
A Continuing Discourse
Most Philosophic, on the Heptarchia Mystica
Being the Ministers, Princes and Kings
of GOD His Divine Holy Angels
Being Set Aright in Holy Submission in the Bodies Celestial;
Being the Foundation of Astrology, Alchemy, and that Most Holy Secret of God
His Mysteries which were employed by Enoch &c., as related by Dr John Dee in
his writing and testimony thereof, in his Books of Five Mysteries; and the
application of these Sciences in faithful Practice and innovative Usages
by a True ASPIRANT
I request your Presence, o Reader, in good conscious, according to the
Providence of Thy own Divine Nature, as befitting a Star Most Holy and
Completely Illuminated by the Light of Thine OWN Flame;
Incarnate and VISIBLE in this New Aeon
of which the Word is uttered in the Greek Tongue
to Join with us, these Particular Tuesdays to Come, for a Discourse, Most
Long before the reception of the Enochian Watch Towers, and even of the
Angelic Calls, John Dee and Edward Kelly had contact with forces and beings
claiming to be Angels sent by God to show him the Mysteries of Creation and
the Mysteries of Heaven. Much of this work allowed for the focus and control,
the concentration and true understanding, of the material more popularly, and
often inaccurately, published. We will start these discourses with the Ring
PELE, which Dee is told "WITHOUT THIS THOU SHALT DO NOTHING." The Heptarchia Mystica explains a Preliminary form of Planetary Magick and Protocol that is
to precede the Operations with Liber Loagaeth (Word of God), The Elemental and
Alchemical Subangles of the Great Table, and the Saanir Coasgo, which compose
the Thirty Aires, as found in Causabon's True and Faithful Relation &c.
Working extensively with source material from all of Dee's published works,
and facsimiles of Dee's own script, I have long prepared for a series of
Discoveries to illustrate the system, from the initial points of reception to
its ultimate vision, and to clearly outline the usages of the System for
consistent exercise. Drawing on extensive Study and Practice, I have gained a
capacity to clearly outline the components of the system and their purposes,
and look forward to sharing it with enthusiasts and curious souls alike. The
Initial Discourse will be 8:00 Tuesday evening 12th November at Thelema Lodge.
Call (510) 652-3171 for directions. Subsequent Discourses will be given every
other week, on Tuesdays at Thelema Lodge. Attendance at each Discourse is not
mandatory, although strongly encouraged. The Discourses are free and open to
all, but voluntary donations welcome at every O.T.O. event for the maintenance
of our Space in support of the Community.
-- Charles Humphries
Cries of the Angels
During the dark half of the autumn the Companions of Monsalvat will again
be reading the visions of the thirty Enochian aethyrs from Aleister Crowley's
Liber 418, The Vision and the Voice, commemorating the 93rd anniversary of
their original reception in North Africa. Readings will take place in the
newly dedicated inner temple at Ashby House in Berkeley, with listeners
welcome to attend as many aethyrs as they can manage. Most evening readings
begin at 8:30, but contact the Companions to attend daytime readings held at
the times recorded for the original scrying of each aethyr. Special
arrangements will be made for aethyrs on Sundays to coordinate with the
gnostic mass. For a precise schedule, call (510) 849-1970 or direct e-mail to
Leigh Ann at email@example.com.
Awe Mingled with a Delicious Restfulness
This month the Section Two reading group will be dipping into Section One
of Crowley's A A reading list for a discussion of The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James on the centenary of its original publication.
This series of academic lectures on the psychology of religion, completed and
published in 1902, seeks to establish the range of individual religious
feeling, while avoiding the sectarian and sociological issues of church
organization. James, whose father was a Swedenborgian enthusiast, had little
experience of organized religion and no interest in it. Trained at Harvard in
psychology, medicine, and philosophy, James concentrated instead upon patterns
of individual response to the spiritual aspirations of the human will. His
approach perhaps prefigures Thelema in the aeon of Horus, which was proclaimed
in Liber AL within two years of the publication of James's study, and which is
likewise founded upon the primacy of the individual will. James's methods
resembled those of Sir J. G. Frazier in The Golden Bough (first published in
1890), where an extensive data base of field reports was first assembled from
correspondents all around the world. James began his study by collecting
accounts of religious experiences from a wide variety of sources, and then
forming opinions based upon this data rather then seeking out confirmation for
any preconceived notion of religion, as had nearly always been the case in
previous investigations of the subject. James's study had enormous influence,
defining the academic field of religious psychology for the twentieth century,
and outlining the spiritual possibilities of its age.
Crowley used some of James's concepts to formulate the foundations of
Thelema in proclaiming an aeon where new techniques and possibilities were
becoming available. For example, James defines "pagan" (as a modern religious
category) with reference to Walt Whitman, who "is often spoken of as a
'pagan.' The word nowadays means sometimes the mere natural animal man
without a sense of sin" (page 85). In chapter 5 of Magick in Theory and Practice Crowley develops one of James's key concepts, from a passage
previously quoted at length in The Temple of Solomon the King:
Professor William James, in his Varieties of Religious Experience, has well classified religion as the "once-born" and the "twice-born;" but the religion now proclaimed in Liber Legis harmonizes these by transcending them. There is no attempt to get rid of death by denying it, as among the once-born; nor to accept death as the gate of a new life, as among the twice-born. With the A
A life and death are equally incidents in a career, very much like day and night in the history of a planet. But, to pursue the simile, we regard this planet from afar. A Brother of A A looks at (what another person would call) "himself", as one -- or, rather, some -- among a group of phenomena. He is that "nothing" whose consciousness is in one sense the universe considered as a single phenomenon in time and space, and in another sense is the negation of that consciousness. The body and mind of the man are only important (if at all) as the telescope of the astronomer to him. If the telescope were destroyed it would make no appreciable difference to the Universe which that telescope reveals."
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Sirius Encampment of Ordo Templi Orientis plans a pot-luck dinner feast
for members, friends, and guests on Saturday evening 23rd November beginning
at 6:00 in north Berkeley. Stop by the Encampment and join in for an evening
of revels and entertainment, with food and drinks welcome from all attending.
Call Glenn at (510) 527-2855 for further information or directions.
This essay was the earliest of Crowley's submissions to either of the two New York magazines edited by George Sylvester Viereck, The Fatherland and The
International, each of which was to play a significant role in the Beast's professional life as a journalist in America during the Great War. After this piece he went on to publish half a dozen political essays in The Fatherland,
ending only when that magazine ceased publication two years later upon America's entry into the war. At that point Crowley replaced Viereck as managing editor of The International, and ran that magazine nearly single- handedly for six months ending in April 1918 e.v. During the same period he also published dozens of articles and poems in Vanity Fair and contributed to other periodicals as occasion arose.
Sometimes in his journalism of this period Crowley would dissemble regarding his nationality (always a tricky issue in war time). In Vanity Fair
he several times pretended to be Chinese, even publishing his portrait photograph in Chinese dress to prove it. In The Fatherland, a pro-German propaganda organ directly funded by the nation after which it was named, he usually pretended to be Irish. The carelessly seditious Irish attitude toward the first world war (as typified in some of the writings of W. B. Yeats) was of great rhetorical use to an author seeking covertly to over-blow and topple the arguments for American sympathy with the Germans. Crowley made use of his Irish disguise in bolstering the very odd (and quite fictitious) hatred of Britain which he assumed in those articles.
Apart from earning good money which he very much needed, it has never been clearly explained just what Crowley thought he was up to in writing articles of questionable loyalty for the pro-German press in New York during the years when America stood on the sidelines of the hostilities between Germany and Britain. The tone of these political essays varies greatly; some seem broadly comic while others -- such as this present article -- seem to speak with an exaggerated earnestness that is difficult to take seriously. Each of the essays is basically odd, ambiguous, unclear, and confusing. This present piece in particular seems calculated to alienate nearly any possible reader with its crass scorn for nearly every nation and ethnic group. It is not difficult to understand how Crowley may have felt that an article such as this amidst the serious German propaganda of The Fatherland might either drive readers to discard the magazine in disgust, or else influence them to repeat arguments which would in turn mark them as hateful extremists.
Back at the beginning of 1915 e.v. when this first Fatherland contribution appeared, no thought had been given to Crowley's Irish identity, and he seems to write here in his natural persona as an eccentric and ambivalent but still altogether English sort of Brit. Six months later, however (before placing any more overtly political articles under his by-line), Crowley performed an elaborate stunt near the Statue of Liberty in New York harbor, by which he announced himself an Irishman. The New York Times carried a lengthy and noncommittal account of this performance, which consisted in tearing up an envelope (supposed to contain his British passport), scattering its pieces over the harbor, and reading a "declaration of independence" for Ireland (after which Crowley directed his chartered boat full of invited reporters back to Manhattan, where he treated them all to a good breakfast and sent them off satisfied to write up their stories).
The first nine sections of this essay originally appeared in The Fatherland
23 (New York: 13 January 1915), on pages 11-15; the remainder of the article following in the same periodical's issue for 20th January (pages 5-6). There was a brief editorial comment printed before each of the installments. The first notice read: "(The Allies have been jubilant over the frankness of
Maximillian Harden. It is at least matched by the frankness of Mr Aleister
Crowley, the pro-British poet. In fact, this is so well realized in England
that the present article is circulated secretly in manuscript and every
precaution is taken to prevent its views from becoming known to the 'common
people.' Let us add that the editors of The Fatherland do not agree with the
author's final conclusions and that the article is published solely as a significant expression of British opinion. In next week's issue Mr Crowley
will conclude his brilliant exposure of British hypocrisy.)" A week later when the essay was completed the editor noted: "(In last week's issue of The Fatherland Mr Aleister Crowley, the famous English poet, exposed with
remarkable forcibleness the inherent hypocrisy of his countrymen. The
following paper concludes Mr Crowley's analysis of British sham and folly.)"
Honesty is the Best Policy
by Aleister Crowley
"Oh wad some power the giftie gie us
To see ourselves as ithers see us!"
We are in for one of our periodical orgies of Cant. Right (and God, of
course, thank God!) struggles gallantly in its tiny way against Armed Might,
Tyranny, Barbarism; the Allies pit their puny force against the hordes of
Huns. Parsons preach on David and Goliath, publicists invoke Jack the Giant-
Killer. The odds are always ten to one. Fortunately, one Englishman is a
match for 18 1/3 Germans, as statistics prove.
Englishmen, even educated Englishmen, even travelled Englishmen, manage to
hypnotize themselves into believing this.
In point of fact, gallant little Germany is against a world in arms.
Austria has been torn for many years by internal divisions; only a part of her
population is of German stock. But against Germany and this one friend are
arrayed Russia, France, England, Servia, Montenegro, and Japan; and every one
of these nations is throwing its whole diplomatic weight into the task of
getting Roumania, Bulgaria, Greece, Italy, Holland, Denmark, and the United
States of America to join in. We are only about six to one at present, and
My own view is simpler. We have waited for a long while to smash Germany
and steal her goods. We have taken a first-class opportunity, and we shall
never regret it.
We thank God that we are not as other men. There are no stained glass
windows bright enough for us. Our haloes are top heavy.
We have quite forgotten that the Belgian is the most cruel, mean, and
cowardly cur in Europe, that we have demonstrated till all are blue against
him as assassin, torturer, mutilator, and cannibal. We have dined in our
thousands to acclaim his disgrace. We heard of nothing but "Red Rubber;" of
niggers with hands, and feet, and indeed all that was off-choppable, off-
chopped; of rape, robbery, murder, anthropophagy, and so on, until even our
sanest etymologists began to derive Belgium from Belial and Belphegor and
other leading Lucifuges of the hierarchy of the Pit. King Cléopolde, who was
really a foolish kindly old gentleman with a taste in petticoats, the spit of
a hundred vieux marcheurs in any Pall Mall Club, was compared to all the Roman
Emperors from Caligula and Nero to Justinian and Diocletian. And now it is
Gallant Little Belgium, and Les Braves Belges, and enough about heroes and
martyrs to make any decent man vomit!
Anything the Belgians may have got they asked for. Flagellum qui meruit ferat!
We thank God that we are not as other men. Humph! If the French are being
beaten, they have only themselves to blame. Does one expect a Leonidas from
Outside the sacred Mount of Parnassus, where dwell Rodin, and Anatole
France, and a few more, what names does one know but names of scandal?
Eiffel, and Reinach, and Dreyfus, and Henry, and du Paty de Clam, and de
Lesseps, and Meyer, and Mme. Humbert, and Mme. Steinheil, and Mme. Caillaux.
Since 1870 the history of France is a history of mean and mostly
unintelligible squabble, fringed with Jesuitry and pseudo-Mason intrigue, a
viler, an obscurer money-grubbery than even that of Haussmann and the Second
Empire. In all the labyrinth of French group-politics is there a name
unsmirched by what in any other country would be felony?
What sort of an army is it whose officers conspire wholesale against the
state and have to be brought over by a Bourse-ridden republic, bribe beating
bribe? What sort of republic whose chief magistrate can be smacked publicly
in the face at a racecourse and not dare to retaliate, the pretenders to whose
throne can allow their conspirators to culminate and at the last moment fear
to show themselves, so that all their followers are thrown into prison -- when
a single bold push would have set them on the throne?
Calmette, the Bel-ami journalist, who by trickery and treason makes himself
the greatest power in French journalism, threatens to expose the master-
blackmailer, to unmask the "impregnable" frontier fortresses that are still
armed with the guns of 1872; he is murdered by a woman who in England would be
considered as a doubtful starter in any concourse of moderately respectable
demi-mondaines -- and a jury is found to declare that she did not commit the
act to which she openly confesses!
England has spent about nine centuries in hating and despising France, in
crying out on her for atheism and immorality and all the rest of it; Edward
the Seventh, one night upon Montmartre, shwears the French are jolly good
shportsh, bigod, and lo! the Angel of the Entente Cordiale. Mimi Tete-Beche
is Sainte-Genieviüve, and Jésus-la-Caille becomes the Saviour of Protestant
Is it a nation in which abortion has become a national danger that will
freely give her sons to the Republic?
If so, only because the French people is not corrupted, even by their
I love the French -- I will not yield precedence to Edward VII, though I
prefer Montparnasse to Montmartre, and pay for my own dinner at Lapérouse's
where he accepted £20,000 to dine at the Café Anglais -- and I want to see them
victorious and prosperous. But I shall not mistake France for Sparta.
As to Russia, we have had nothing but whole-hearted abuse since 1850. Even
their ridiculous fear of having their children stolen by Jews for the purposes
of ritual murder -- as they most fixedly believe -- has been represented as
religious bigotry, when it is at the worst but peasant ignorance like the
belief in witchcraft.
We have received and fêted the would-be assassins of their Tsar; we have
imagined Red Sunday in St. Petersburg, and fulminated against pogroms, and
preached against vodka and brutal Cossacks till anyone who has even been to
Russia wants to go away quietly and die; and the next thing is that we hold up
our railways and smuggle 150,000 of the brutal Cossacks aforesaid to fling
them on the flank of the German armies in Normandy and Picardy. Well, no! it
was only a Secret Service lie. But how dearly we all wished it true!
Have we not wept and yelled over Poland? And has not the Tsar promised
autonomy to Poland once and again, and tricked?
My own view of Russia is that it is the freest country in the world; but it
is a little sudden for our Nonconformists who have denounced her as a tyrant for the last sixty years, to hail her thus incontinently as the Champion of
It is disgusting to have to foul clean paper with the name of Servia.
These swineherds who murdered and mutilated their own king and queen; whose
manners make their own pigs gentlefolk; these assassins who officially plot
and execute the dastard murder of the Crown Prince of a nation with whom they
are at peace; these ruffians so foul that even cynical England hesitates to
send a minister to their court of murderers -- these be thy gods today, O
"Heroic little Servia!"
I have not a word to say against the Montenegrins. They are decent, honest
And now we come to the treacherous monkeys of Japan, the thieves and
pirates of the East. Who makes the shoddy imitations of European and American
machinery, forges the names of famous firms, sticks at no meanness to steal
trade? Who, under cover of alliance with England, fostered in China a boycott
of all English goods?
Only yesterday Japan was at the throat of Russia -- or at least trod
heavily on one big toe. Today in Tokio they sing the Russian national anthem,
and cheer the ambassador whenever he appears.
Why not? of course. It is natural, it is human; it is all in order. But
it is fickleness and treachery; it is hypocrisy and humbug. Diplomacy is of
necessity all this; but at least let us mitigate the crime by confession!
Human nature is never so bad when it is not shackled by the morality of
Does any person who knows the Far East believe even in an opium dream that
Japan had any quarrel with Germany, or any care for her alliance with England?
Kaio-Chau was an easy enough prey; well, then, snatch it, and chance the wrath
of schoolmarmed America and the egregious Wilson. But for God's sake, and by
the navel of Daibutsu, and the twelve banners of the twelve sects of Buddha,
let us spew out the twaddle about honor, and justice, and oppressed China, and
the sanctity of alliance!
And England! England the Home of Liberty, the Refuge of the Oppressed, the
Star of Hope of the Little Nations. I suppose that any other nation about
whom they sang
"They're hanging men and women too
For wearing of the green."
would suppress the song by yet more hangings. The English are cynical enough
to sing it themselves!
The English are ever on the look-out for atrocities. Bulgarian atrocities,
Armenian atrocities, Tripolitan atrocities, Congo atrocities, and now German
atrocities. One notices that the atrocity of the atrocitators varies with
their political objectionability.
The parable of the mote and the beam was made for England, surely.
German atheism! from the compatriots of Shelley, Thomson, Bradlaugh,
Morley, and John Burns.
German sensuality! from the fellow-citizens of Swinburne, Rossetti, Keats,
and a dozen others.
German blasphemy! when the Kaiser invokes the God of Battles. As if the
success of British arms were not prayed for daily in the churches, the name
of God invoked in the addresses to the soldiers, and the very motto of
England, Dieu et mon droit! It is true the Kaiser was first to make emphatic
an insistence that God was his ally; it seems that England has the old
literary grievance against those qui ante nos nostra dixerunt!
German militarism! A strange rebuke from a nation whose saner citizens at
this hour are cursing themselves that they did not have conscription twenty
years ago, from a nation which has by a sham Insurance Act riveted heavier
fetters on their slave-class than were ever ball and chain.
And it is England that can produce a firm of piano manufacturers to start a
boycott of German pianos -- their own pianos being all German but the cases! --
and a boycott of German music. And it is England that can show a composer who
writes to the papers that he will now "try harder than he ever tried before"
to beat Bach and Beethoven and Brahms and Straus and Wagner! In the meantime
he will refrain from the wicked and unpatriotic luxury of Vienna steak! And
since Kant thought two and two make four, for all true Englishmen they must
make five in future.
Have Englishmen forgotten their own Royal family?
"The very dogs in England's court
They bark and howl in German."
Edward VII spoke English with an accent; and at the first hour of war with
Germany we found the first Lord of the Admiralty a German Prince!
Until this year England has never been at war with Germany in the course of
history since the Conquest. Our very speech, half German, betrayeth us.
All this is finished. The German is a Hun, and a Vandal, and a monster,
and a woman-torturer, and a child-murderer, and runs away in his millions at
the sight of a Territorial from Hoxton. And the British Army has won victory
after victory against enormous odds, some sixtyfold, and some eightyfold, and
some a hundredfold, and has retreated (for strategic purposes, luring the
hosts of the Kaiser to their doom) nearly as fast as a frightened man can run,
and exactly as fast as a victorious host can pursue them.
It is not a quarter of a million against 60,000 as it was in the Boer war.
And even then the British were so handsomely beaten that in a few years they
were obliged to hand back the government to the "defeated" enemy, who now
treats the "rooinek" a great deal worse than ever Kruger did. But he
professes "loyalty" whenever it suits him, and we all boast of pacified and
united South Africa, and shoot down British miners and deport their leaders,
in flat violation of their own constitution. In short, all parties have acted
throughout with that good sense which in themselves they call Truth and
Righteousness, and in others cynical immorality.
But more shameful and silly than all is our attitude to the diplomatic
situation. Even papers normally sane are found perverting truth, and
distorting facts, and misrepresenting motives, and misinterpreting plain
words, in a way that would bring a blush to the cheek of a nonconformist. The
common hack newspapers call the flight of the British from Mons to Paris "the
greatest military feat of modern times," and one feels that Xenophon must be
shivering in the Elysian Fields (while President Poincaré finds the Champs
Elysées too hot for him) at the news of how the Retreat of the Ten Thousand
has been eclipsed. But this sort of lie is common to every country, and
indeed the Germans are as keen to publish stories of the murder of their
wounded, treacherous attacks by civilians, and any other violation of the
rules of war which the imagination of their journalists can invent, as any
With parallel cant, they represent Cossacks as cannibals, and Highlanders
as naked savages; but the most fair-minded of critics can hardly cavil at their complaint that in order to swamp their brave little army the world has
been ransacked of every tribe, race, kingdom, principality, and power.
Germania delenda est, and the end justifies the means.
Algerians, not only of Arab, but of negroid and even negro stock, have been
hurled into the line; India has gushed out a venomous river of black troops --
the desperate Ghoorka, whose kukri is thrust upwards through the bowels, the
Pathan, whose very women scavenge the battlefield to rob, murder, and foully
mutilate the dead, the fierce Sikh, the lithe Panjabi, the Bengali even, whose
maximum of military achievement is The Black Hole of Calcutta!
Against the Boers we Englishmen did not dare employ savage troops. Europe
would have risen in arms at the abomination.
Today we do it, because all armed Europe is already either for us or
against us. And, with all that, we use the Japanese! Can we complain if the
German papers say the that Kaiser is fighting for culture, for civilization,
when the flower of the allied troops are black, brown, and yellow "heathens,"
the very folks whom we have stopped from hook-swinging, suttee, child-murder,
human sacrifice, and cannibal feast? From Senegambia, Morocco, the Soudan,
Afghanistan, every wild band of robber clans, come fighting men to slay the
compatriots of Kant, Hegel, Goethe, Schiller, Heine, Beethoven, Wagner,
Mozart, Dürer, Helmholtz, Hertz, Haeckel, and a million other perhaps
obscurer, no less noble, men of the Fatherland of music, of philosophy, of
science, and of medicine, the land where education is a reality and not a
farce, the land of Luther and Melancthon, the land whose life blood washed out
the Ecclesiastical tyranny of the Dark Ages.
Indignation has led me from the point of my paragraph. It was my purpose
to expose the infamous pretense -- which, however, is not too inane to dupe
even clean-sighted Englishmen in their hysteric hour -- the pretense that the
Kaiser is a "mad dog," a homicidal maniac, a man like Nebuchadnezzar in the
Hebrew fable, or like Atilla the Scrouge of God, or Tamberlane.
It is a lie. The Kaiser has always been, and is today, a man of peace. He
has indeed lived up to the maxim Si vis pacem, para bellum and, loaded with
the legacy of hate which the impolitic annexation of Alsace-Lorraine had
thrust upon his shoulders, he could do no less without offering the breast of
Germany to the ravisher. A lamb to the slaughter, indeed, with La Revanche in
every mouth! What would he do, with men yet alive who remembered Jena, and
the ceaseless raids and ravages of Bonaparte?
But in a hundred crises he kept his head; he kept the peace. He had plenty
of chances to smash France forever; he did not take them. An ambitious prince
might have put a relative on the throne of Louis XIV while France was torn by
the Boulanger affair, the Panama scandal, the Dreyfus horror, when Diogenes
might have gone through France with a modern search-light for his lantern
without finding a single man who was not a traitor to his country, or at least
to the Republic, and the most trustworthy man of affairs was he who could be
trusted to put the "double-cross" on every one. The Kaiser never stirred.
It would have been easy to destroy the Russian menace at the time when
Japan was straining the sinews of the Tartar giant, or when the Moscow
Revolution showed that the Tsar could not trust his own soldiers, and the
Imperial Guard, hastily summoned from St. Petersburg, shut up the garrison of
Moscow in the Kremlin, trained their own guns upon them, and disarmed them.
The Kaiser did nothing.
And then came the Triple Entente.
Germany was held like a deer in a lion's jaws. Austria, her only friend,
was being ruined by insidious politics even more surely than by open attacks.
Barred in the Adriatic, barred in the Baltic, the Teuton had but one small
strip of reasonably open coast. That the Kasier made that coast the greatest
navel base in the world was held to be a "menace."
Surely the Russo-Japanese war and the Boer war showed plainly -- if any
fool there were who could not see it à priori -- that the greatest, widest,
best,and only impregnable military base is the sea. Today we can bring Russian troops from Vladivostock or Archangel and land them at Ostend, a
million at a time, and Germany must be well-served indeed by spies if she
knows of the operation in time to guard against it. Is it then so treacherous
and aggressive if Germany, threatened by an alliance (hypocritically described
as an entente) of powers outnumbering her by six to one, sought to keep open a
path to raid that universal base of operations? For this she has ruined
herself financially, has hampered her social and economic development, has
been compelled to serve the Leah of war when the whole genius of the nation
lies with the Rachel of peace. The English are the least military and the
most warlike of all peoples, said someone; the converse is truer still of
From Vercingetorix to Wilhelm I, Germany, as Germany, hardly could claim a
victory. Even today it is military Prussia which drags Bavaria art-lover, and
all the peasant provinces, to war. And all the might of the Junker and his
fierceness and his bravery and his aristocratic prestige could never do it but
for the root-fact which every German feels: that, unarmed, he would be the
morsel of a moment for the Russian Octopus, or the toy to grasp and shatter of
some warrior schoolboy like Caesar or Napoleon.
Pan-Germanism itself, intrinsically bad as it is if regarded from the
standpoint of the Universe, has its apology. One becomes tired of being an
irremovable obstacle; one thinks it may be less strain on the nerves if one
takes one's turn at being an irresistible force. "Why does a goalkeeper look
old sooner than a centre forward?"
Even the stolid Teuton nature must tire of the perpetual squeeze of Russia,
the spurs of the French chanticleer struck even and anon in his hide.
And since the Entente the ordeal of the Kaiser has been Promethean. Insult
after insult he has had to swallow; injury upon injury he has had to endure.
The Kiao-Chau adventure, harmless and rational, was balked, then sterilized,
then counterpoised. The colonies did not prosper. England built like a
maniac against his navy; Churchill deliberately pulled his nose by the
impudent proposal for limitation of arguments.
Agadir was a fresh humiliation; for a few acres of uninhabitable jungle on
the Congo he had to surrender all interest in Morocco, a country he had nursed
It is still a diplomatic secret, and I must not betray it. But who
financed Italy in her Tripolitan adventure, and why?
The last straw was the Balkan war. Blotted was his one hope of escape to
the East; his ewe-lamb, Turkey, was torn to pieces before his eyes, and he
could not stir a finger to prevent it. Austria still blocked in the Adriatic,
Italy alienated from the Triple Alliance, the Slav expanding everywhere,
Constantinople itself threatened, Roumania (even) turning toward Russia, he
must have felt like a victim of that maiden of armor and spears that once
executed justice on the weak. What was his only success? The formation of
the Kingdom of Albania -- a kingdom pour rire, a kingdom à la Gilbert and
Sullivan, Prince William of Wied less like a cat on hot bricks than like a
spider on a glowing shovel. He never possessed so much as his capital in
And all this had been accomplished without sword drawn or cannon fired.
Here then stood Wilhelm, dauntless but defeated. His diplomacy had failed;
his one ally was handicapped by domestic unrest; he was isolated in Europe;
England was increasing her navy at a pace he could never beat; France, with
her three years' law, was proposing to increase her army by fifty per cent at
a stroke; Russia was turning flank, pushing on through the Balkans subtly and
And the Kaiser answered, "I am the servant of God; I stand for peace. The
Crown Prince is for war; I banish him from the Court. When I am dead let him
be master; but while I live I am for peace. And let him that draws the sword
perish by the sword!"
And the Triple Entente gathered closer and chuckled: Aha! he dare not
fight. Let us frighten the garotte!
So Servia plots and executes the crime of Sarajevo. Austria, its aged
Emperor smitten yet again and most foully, demands imperatively the disclosure
of the accomplices of the assassins. Servia replies in terms of evasion,
evasion impudently cynical. Austria stirs. Russia -- and there is no
pretense possible, the murder of the Archduke was either instigated by
Panslavism or was a threat equally to the Tsar as to any other ruler --
replies by mobilizing. Before Austria has moved a man or a gun, Russia
And what was the position of the German Emperor? His bankers had told him
that Germany could no longer endure the weight of her armor; the incident of
Zabern had shown the Junkers that they could still control the Social
Democrats, but that another year or two would see the end of their power. He
must strike now or never.
He looked about him. The weakness of the British Government and its
supposed preoccupation with the Ulster folly and the suffragettes encouraged
him to hope.
He saw France, mere rottenness, its bandages torn off by the pistol-shot of
All things conspired; he would make one final effort for peace by
And then he suddenly knew that it was no good. Nothing was any good;
nothing would ever be any good again. Sir Edward Grey spoke for peace, spoke
of neutrality, in the House of Commons at a moment when thousands of British
troops were already in Belgian waters, and the fleet, concentrated and ready
for action, already held the North Sea.
France withdrew her troops from the frontier "so as to avoid any
possibility of incidents which might be mistaken for aggression," while her
Algerian and Senegambian troops were on the water, half-way to Marseilles.
He knew that this time there was no hope of peace. Abdication itself would
hardly have saved Germany from a long-prepared, carefully-planned war, a war
whose avowed object, an object in the mouth of every man in the street, was
the destruction of Austria, the dismemberment of Germany. They had got him.
Even a worm will turn; even a Quaker will fight if he is cornered.
I write in English for those English who count, and this is the proper way
to view the matter. Germany is a rich prize. We can capture German trade,
German manufactures, German shipping, German colonies. We can exact an
indemnity sufficient to cripple Germany for a dozen generations. We can split
Germany into six kingdoms or republics, and weaken her beyond repair forever.
We can double-cross Russia by insisting on the creation of a new Poland. We
can destroy the German fleet, and economize on dreadnoughts. We can force our
proletariat to accept conscription and starve off the social revolution. We
can drown the Irish question in Lethe; we can fight a general election on the
war, and keep the present gang of politicians in office.
And, best of all! we can achieve all this in the name of Honor, and the
Sanctity of Treaties, and the Cause of the Democracies, and we can ask the
blessing of God upon our arms in the name of Liberty, and Civilization, and
Prosperity, and Progress.
Flagellum qui meruit ferat! -- "The one who strikes deserves to bear the
Dieu et mon droit! -- "for God and my right" (motto of the British crown).
qui ante nos nostra dixerunt! -- indeed saevita! -- "[curse] those who utter
our remarks before we do -- (indeed) savagely [curse them]!"
Germania delenda est -- "Germany must be destroyed."
Si vis pacem, para bellum -- "If you want peace, prepare for war."
La Revanche -- "revenge"
pour rire -- "for fun"
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from the Grady Project:
Research into the editorial archives of the original Magickal Link has uncovered a few unpublished articles on which Grady worked nearly twenty years ago for his monthly column on the front page of that periodical, at the time the "official organ" of our Order. In resurrecting the present essay, we hope that readers will bear in mind that Grady himself (along with his editorial assistants on the Link) never decided to publish this piece. It deals with a few of the frustrations and aggravations of mastership, and the diatribe also betrays Grady's temper a bit; he might later have reconsidered some of these gruff comments. It does afford, however, an interesting glance into the social life of the grand lodge in Berkeley during those years, as well as a glimpse at the even more remote Kaaba Clerk-House in San Francisco. The piece survives as two pages of typescript, with corrections and alterations in the author's handwriting. It appears more or less compete, although the conclusion is slightly abrupt and possibly there might have been more to add along the way. Apart from accidental features of presentation (such as punctuation), special editorial effort has been made to render Grady's language unaltered, although a few of his incompletely indicated revisions have been polished slightly, and in the interests of privacy the surname of one member has been initialized.
"Good Grief, Charlie Brown!"
or, What Will the Zen Master Accept?
by Hymenaeus Alpha 777
Anyone who has ever been into Zen sitting knows that the answer to the koan
is not what Alan Watts has advertised ("the sound of one hand clapping" is
silence) but rather what the Zen master will accept. The same is true of
You would not believe how many people think they have the one and only
hammer-lock on reality. As those of you know who attend our sessions on San
Pablo in Berkeley, the public sessions take place in the "public" rooms
downstairs. Neither Shirine nor I have ever issued anyone an invitation to
invade the sanctity of our bedroom. It is, to begin with, upstairs, and
normally we keep the door shut. So you can imagine my surprise, and
curiosity, recently when I came wandering upstairs to find that a recent
Minerval initiate had casually invaded our bedroom and was thoughtfully
inventorying my Crowley library. At least the small tid-bits that were in the
bookcases against the south wall. Naturally the "goodies" -- first editions
of The Book of Thoth, Olla, The Star in the West, Blue Equinox, Equinox I
volumes one through ten, etc. -- were long ago placed in commercial storage.
After you have been ripped off a few times you begin to realize that just
because someone says they are a Thelemite does not guarantee that they are a
Thelemite. I did not order him out of the room. I simply stood there until the asshole left. Then I shut the door. After this, guests will be directed
to use the bathroom downstairs.
The same is true of karma yoga. Any number of people are signing up to be
initiated into Aleister Crowley's ORDO TEMPLI ORIENTIS these days, but you
would not believe how many are coming up with the excuse that they cannot pay
the nominal fees, even if spread out over a year. In the past we have
attempted to bridge this gap by making provision for them to do work of some
nature usually unspecified, on the basis that, if something needs to be done,
we could always call on them and write it off against their initiation fees.
No more. Too many people, we have discovered, simply will not honor such a
commitment. Usually it comes down to the type of work. What needs to be done
around a Profess House of the Order? Well, all kinds of things, actually;
many of which are rather menial. Sweep the floors? Cut the lawn? Wash the
dishes? Someone has to do it, or it won't get done. How can we have the
Agape feasts of the Initiate evening if there is not someone there to cook the
food, see that the dishes are washed, the house is clean, the black robes are
stitched, etc.? Yet when you suggest this to the perspective initiate, the
answer is, more often than not, "Oh no, I think I want to do something better
than that!" Better than what? What needs to be done? It reminds me of when
the Kaaba Clerk-House was in operation on Balboa Street in San Francisco in
the 1970s. (Not the phony "Kaaba" of Level Press that attempted to imitate it
years later.) When we first moved in, we were sleeping on the floor. After a
week or so I began to notice that the "wolly bears" were gathering. As we
were sleeping on pallets on the floor, until we eventually acquired some
furniture, it became a health hazard, i.e. breathing that dust and debris. So
I grabbed a broom and started sweeping up the place. Only to discover that I
was the only one around there that thought that sweeping up the place was
worth doing. Everybody else had something "better" to do. Not me. As it
says in THE BOOK OF THE LAW, "Establish at thy Kaaba a Clerk-House." That was
my Holy of Hollies. I thought that it was a privilege to sweep the floor of
my temple. But you would be amazed at how few people share that opinion.
That is why it is so refreshing to have a Tom W. around. Tom got tired of
ingesting the smog of Los Angeles into his lungs and asked if he might come
and stay with us. Having an extra bedroom at the time, it seemed reasonable,
so we agreed. Not without some thought that it could be a very great mistake.
Yet Tom has seen it the right way. If the dishes need washing, he washes
them. If the lawn needs mowing, he mows it. If the car needs tuning, he
tunes it. This is what we mean by "service without purpose" -- by service
"without lust of result." If something needs to be done, you do it. You do
not worry about whether you want to do it, you just do it. And I think that
the rewards, to Tom, have been in proportion. You would not believe how many
groovy things there are happening around here at any one time, whether it is
getting it together for an Initiate evening (and of course the feast after!),
or a Sunday run up to the Sonoma wine country, or a Druid ceremony up in the
Grove, or a sky-clad Wiccan trip a la Gerald Gardner (who got his dispensation
from Aleister Crowley), or doing Dramatic Ritual on Tuesday evening, or
studying magick under the expert teacher who studied under Aleister Crowley,
or whatever. There are simply dozens of things to do around here, and all of
them are fun once you realize that it doesn't make much difference what you
are doing, so long as it needs to be done, and you are a part of it.
Aleister Crowley had a very great sense of humor. He once chided me for
being part of a generation that was "too serious." His way of putting it was
that he felt sorry for us who had missed the fun of the old time English Music
Hall. "The thing about them," he said, "was that they were JOLLY!" This goes
with his views on spontaneity in the writing of poetry. Not all the
rationality -- machine work -- in the world will bring down the spontaneity of
the intuitive realm.
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Thelema Lodge Events Calendar for November 2002 e.v.
|11/1/02||Companions of Monsalvat All Hallows|
ritual 8:30 PM. at Grace North
|11/3/02||Gnostic Mass 7:30PM Horus Temple||(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/4/02||New Moon 12:34 PM in Scorpio|
|11/6/02||Eckartshausen The Cloud upon the|
Sanctuary seminar with Nathan
8:00 PM in the library
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/7/02||Samhain feast & ritual 7:30 PM|
Sun 15 degrees Scorpio at 4:06 AM
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/9/02||O.T.O. Initiations (call to attend)||(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/10/02||Gnostic Mass 7:30PM Horus Temple||(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/12/02||Heptarchia Mystica Enochian series|
with Charles 8:00 PM in the library
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/13/02||Eckartshausen The Cloud upon the|
Sanctuary seminar with Nathan
8:00 PM in the library
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/14/02||Companions of Monsalvat Liber 418|
reading 30th Aethyr TEX 8:30 PM
at Ashby House
|11/17/02||Liber 418 6:30 29th Aethyr RII|
at Ashby House
|11/17/02||Gnostic Mass 7:30PM Horus Temple||(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/18/02||Section II reading group with|
Caitlin: William James: Varities
of Religious Experience
8PM in the library
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/19/02||Full Moon in Taurus 5:34 PM|
|11/20/02||Eckartshausen The Cloud upon the|
Sanctuary seminar with Nathan
8:00 PM in the library
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/22/02||Pathworking with Paul 8:00PM|
at Horus Temple
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/23/02||Sirius Encampment Feast|
6 PM in North Berkeley
|(510) 527-2855||Sirius Camp|
|11/23/02||Liber 418 8:30 28th Aethyr BAG|
at Ashby House in Berkeley
|11/24/02||Liber 418 6:30 27th Aethyr ZAA|
at Ashby House in Berkeley
|11/24/02||Gnostic Mass 7:30PM Horus Temple||(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/25/02||Liber 418 8:30 26th Aethyr DES|
25th Aethyr VTI at Ashby House
|11/26/02||Heptarchia Mystica Enochian series|
with Charles 8:00 PM in the library
|(510) 652-3171||Thelema Ldg.|
|11/26/02||Liber 418 8:30 24th Aethyr NIA|
at Ashby House in Berkeley
|11/27/02||Companions of Monsalvat Liber 418|
reading 23rd Aethyr TOR
22nd Aethyr LIN 8:30PM
at Ashby House in Berkeley
|11/28/02||Companions of Monsalvat Liber 418|
reading 21st Aethyr ASP
8:30PM at Ashby House in Berkeley
|11/30/02||Companions of Monsalvat Liber 418|
reading 20th Aethyr KHR
19th Aethyr POP 8:30PM
at Ashby House in Berkeley
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