And to all you Hermits, Lovers and Men of Earth out there...

[jack_babalon]

HAPPY CROWLEYMAS!!!

GOLD BRICKS

Teach us Your secret, Master! yap my Yahoos.
Then for the hardness of their hearts, and for the
softness of their heads, I taught them Magick.
But... alas!
Teach us Your real secret, Master! how to become
invisible, how to acquire love, and oh! beyond all,
how to make gold.
But how much gold will you give me for the Secret of Infinite Riches?
Then said the foremost and most foolish: Master, it
is nothing; but here is a hundred thousand pounds.
This did I deign to accept, and whispered in his ear this secret:
A SUCKER IS BORN EVERY MINUTE.

From Chapter 88 of ‘The Book of Lies’ (Falsely Called)



You know in my brief flirtations with the occult i've met (and I shit you not) at least four different folks who were convinced that they were the Beast reincarnated. All of them had the sex and drugs part down (well if you count coke and hair-metal strippers... funny how all these reincarnated Uncle Al's seemed to have lost their taste for young men after crossing the veil), but you know not a one of them ever climbed any mountains, wrote poetry, risked their standing in their communities/lodges to do anything purely outrageous or for that matter... did anything magickal outside of the occasional tarot reading.

So here's to those of you who know the difference between inspiration and imitation!

Alright that's me! I'm off to go home. See y'all Monday.

-93 Skiddo!