On the Lam
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jack_babalonEnochian Angel, Ultraterrestial, "Grey" or just another drug induced SFX ...?
~"LAM", A portrait of an 'Interdiemensional Intelligence'
Aleister Crowley
1918
Sex & Drugs & UFO's !!!
The Prophet Beast had seen it coming ten years before hand. At the start of the "Great War" Crowley knew exactly what the score was. He heard it from the lips of the Gods themselves, from an alien angel, from his possesed wife on honeymoon in Cairo. How much clearer could it be! The coming bloodbath was merely the baptism for the ruler of this new & terrible Aeon, the perpetual Child-God Horus. Well a world war is a hard place for any self respecting sex magician to get any work done, so with bags and wands packed, "the Wickedest man alive" made his way to the 'New World'. New York to be preciese, and when in New York there's only one place to properly get down with the dirty tantra: A 'Great War'deserved a 'Great Work'. So establishing himself on West 36th street right off Central Park, Mr.Beast got down to the business at hand. When he was'nt spewing out Fatherland rhetoric for sheeer shock value notoriety, he managed to get some 'lab' work done. Researching the various effects of Hash induced sex magick on the conscious & (often)unconscious mind. One such experiment, undertaken from January to March of 1918 was The Amalantrah Workings, which in itself has now become the stuff of legends (or at least internet speculation). What was the purpose of 'The Amalantrah Working'? Well the Readers Digest version has it that Mr.Beast wanted to open an inter-diemensional portal that would allow him to contact beings from other planes of exsistence. Sometime during this period, someone answered Crowley's insistent buzzing on the doorway-transdiemensional. "Lam" showed up for a quick chat with the Master Therion, had time for a cup of tea & a hit off the Hooka (okay thats supposition on my part ;), the being dropped some ominous warnings about finding 'The Egg' and then apparently hung out long enough for Crowley to do a quick portrait sketch of the visiting entity, named "Lam" (pictured above and was displayed in 1919 at the 'Dead Souls' exhibit in Greenwich Village). Similarities between "Lam" and the aliens known to UFOlogists as "Greys" have led to some pretty wild speculation over the years. "Lam" in fact became a term representing the race of beings, rather than any single individual entity. According to Crowley in his commentary on Madame Blavatskys The Voice of the SilenceBeneath the picture was the following inscription: "LAM is the Tibetan word for Way or Path, and LAMA is He who Goeth, the specific title of the Gods of Egypt, the Treader of the Path, in Buddhistic phraseology. Its numerical value is 71, the number of this book." The word on the street is that Aleister Crowley opened up an interdiemensional portal in New York City. That the 'Great Work' of the OTO is/was to establish an open dialouge with these interdiemensional beings, and that when Jack Parsons & L Ron Hubbard attempted a similar ritual some thirty odd years later, 'The Babalon Working', which has led to odd rumors that the 'boys' opened a door into our world they could'nt close.
Bullshit or not? I don't know really. But the idea of 'First Contact' being made right off Central Park by Aleister Crowley delights the inner writer to no end. Personally I believe that the intensity of performing 'The Great Work', allowed Uncle Al to access & interact with a unearthed archetype from the collective unconscious. It does'nt make the experience or the insights any less richer, it just means for me that there are'nt all kinds of invisible Lovecraftian beings trying to convince unlayable occultists into summoning them through the Rabbit Hole to wreck havoc here on Earth. After I took my probationary rank of Minerval, I remember the lodge master going on & on to me, about the importance of making 'Contact' with these beings (that and getting more people to join up so they in turn could pay their dues, a Horus Hawk Pyramid scheme from the sounds of it). I was'nt interested in all that. Life with my parents (specifically my Mom) bought me into contact with all kinds of weird shadows & ominous ghosts of dead pets for one lifetime. I told my 'Master' that it was all Jungian theater to me, that 'this'(contacting non local intelligences) really amounted to some repressed version of 'Womb Envy', A Dr.Frankenstein complex, some veiled expression of mans buried jealousy to give birth; and not just 'birth' to mere humans like common women, nope, only Angels & Monsters need apply here mate. My 'Master' informed that I 'did'nt get it'. Well I stuck to my adorations, and LBRs and took careful note to log my progress with Asana & Pranayama. All went well until the day I lost my own 'Moonchild', and with it my one true love. The seed of will exterminated in that one act. I threw out my Magickal Diary. Quit my job. And ended up doing so very, very questionable things for the next year. I got better, relatively speaking, and life went back on. But sometimes I think of the 'Great Work, as my lodge thought of it. I think of Interdiemensional doorways over Central Park & Enochian Angels lurking invisibly around us. The buried hope of raising my own 'Moonchild', my own Homunculus and baby Golem, my own little living proof that I can give more than Death to this world, as all men can, but birth as well.
Check out:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Chamber/7227/aciam.html
http://www.boudillion.com/lam/lam.htm
~"LAM", A portrait of an 'Interdiemensional Intelligence'
Aleister Crowley
1918
Sex & Drugs & UFO's !!!
The Prophet Beast had seen it coming ten years before hand. At the start of the "Great War" Crowley knew exactly what the score was. He heard it from the lips of the Gods themselves, from an alien angel, from his possesed wife on honeymoon in Cairo. How much clearer could it be! The coming bloodbath was merely the baptism for the ruler of this new & terrible Aeon, the perpetual Child-God Horus. Well a world war is a hard place for any self respecting sex magician to get any work done, so with bags and wands packed, "the Wickedest man alive" made his way to the 'New World'. New York to be preciese, and when in New York there's only one place to properly get down with the dirty tantra: A 'Great War'deserved a 'Great Work'. So establishing himself on West 36th street right off Central Park, Mr.Beast got down to the business at hand. When he was'nt spewing out Fatherland rhetoric for sheeer shock value notoriety, he managed to get some 'lab' work done. Researching the various effects of Hash induced sex magick on the conscious & (often)unconscious mind. One such experiment, undertaken from January to March of 1918 was The Amalantrah Workings, which in itself has now become the stuff of legends (or at least internet speculation). What was the purpose of 'The Amalantrah Working'? Well the Readers Digest version has it that Mr.Beast wanted to open an inter-diemensional portal that would allow him to contact beings from other planes of exsistence. Sometime during this period, someone answered Crowley's insistent buzzing on the doorway-transdiemensional. "Lam" showed up for a quick chat with the Master Therion, had time for a cup of tea & a hit off the Hooka (okay thats supposition on my part ;), the being dropped some ominous warnings about finding 'The Egg' and then apparently hung out long enough for Crowley to do a quick portrait sketch of the visiting entity, named "Lam" (pictured above and was displayed in 1919 at the 'Dead Souls' exhibit in Greenwich Village). Similarities between "Lam" and the aliens known to UFOlogists as "Greys" have led to some pretty wild speculation over the years. "Lam" in fact became a term representing the race of beings, rather than any single individual entity. According to Crowley in his commentary on Madame Blavatskys The Voice of the SilenceBeneath the picture was the following inscription: "LAM is the Tibetan word for Way or Path, and LAMA is He who Goeth, the specific title of the Gods of Egypt, the Treader of the Path, in Buddhistic phraseology. Its numerical value is 71, the number of this book." The word on the street is that Aleister Crowley opened up an interdiemensional portal in New York City. That the 'Great Work' of the OTO is/was to establish an open dialouge with these interdiemensional beings, and that when Jack Parsons & L Ron Hubbard attempted a similar ritual some thirty odd years later, 'The Babalon Working', which has led to odd rumors that the 'boys' opened a door into our world they could'nt close.
Bullshit or not? I don't know really. But the idea of 'First Contact' being made right off Central Park by Aleister Crowley delights the inner writer to no end. Personally I believe that the intensity of performing 'The Great Work', allowed Uncle Al to access & interact with a unearthed archetype from the collective unconscious. It does'nt make the experience or the insights any less richer, it just means for me that there are'nt all kinds of invisible Lovecraftian beings trying to convince unlayable occultists into summoning them through the Rabbit Hole to wreck havoc here on Earth. After I took my probationary rank of Minerval, I remember the lodge master going on & on to me, about the importance of making 'Contact' with these beings (that and getting more people to join up so they in turn could pay their dues, a Horus Hawk Pyramid scheme from the sounds of it). I was'nt interested in all that. Life with my parents (specifically my Mom) bought me into contact with all kinds of weird shadows & ominous ghosts of dead pets for one lifetime. I told my 'Master' that it was all Jungian theater to me, that 'this'(contacting non local intelligences) really amounted to some repressed version of 'Womb Envy', A Dr.Frankenstein complex, some veiled expression of mans buried jealousy to give birth; and not just 'birth' to mere humans like common women, nope, only Angels & Monsters need apply here mate. My 'Master' informed that I 'did'nt get it'. Well I stuck to my adorations, and LBRs and took careful note to log my progress with Asana & Pranayama. All went well until the day I lost my own 'Moonchild', and with it my one true love. The seed of will exterminated in that one act. I threw out my Magickal Diary. Quit my job. And ended up doing so very, very questionable things for the next year. I got better, relatively speaking, and life went back on. But sometimes I think of the 'Great Work, as my lodge thought of it. I think of Interdiemensional doorways over Central Park & Enochian Angels lurking invisibly around us. The buried hope of raising my own 'Moonchild', my own Homunculus and baby Golem, my own little living proof that I can give more than Death to this world, as all men can, but birth as well.
Check out:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Chamber/7227/aciam.html
http://www.boudillion.com/lam/lam.htm
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on 2005-06-28 08:45 am (UTC)xenophiles will drink tea with their brothers.
all jack parsons released that fateful day was scientology.
a friend's enemy is an enemy's friend.