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My Thoughts Profound

September 7, 2009

Posting doggerel remains perfectly legal, alack, alas…

My thoughts profound
divine do sound
when in my skull
I do expound.

But when I venture to uncover
my thoughts to others, I discover
that instead of these thoughts,
I should have others.

So back into my skull I go
to upset my mental status quo
& reassemble chunks of knowledge
for a better grasp of what I know.

& then bring forth my thoughts again;
this ebb and flow should never end.

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Yeah, yeah, 2012, the Singularity, economic collapse, what else you got?

when it comes to world cataclysm I say, ‘put up or shut up’

I am not a particularly old man, but even so I’ve already lived through more than one doomsday scenario. I can remember, for example, ducking under my kindergarten desk in drills intended to preserve me during nuclear attack and I witnessed the rise of sunscreen thanks to the thinning of the ozone layer and water has always been scarce and various toxic wastes and carcinogens have poisoned my environment and somehow I avoided ebola and tuberculosis and cholera and let’s not forget the 17 years I spent as a fundamentalist Christian, absolutely convinced that a wrathful God was poised to unleash Armageddon and reader, I promise you, I worried about all these things intensely and discussed them earnestly in coffee shops and classrooms and read the books and watched the PBS specials and frankly, I’m done: when it comes to world cataclysm I say, ‘put up or shut up’. So near as I can tell, the world has always been going to hell in a hand basket, and yet it never gets there, quite.

And we are not the first generation to cope with such a proliferation of threats, either. 14th century Europe quailed under the onslaught of what they took to be worldwide plague, the world’s various holy books betray an unhealthy fascination with divine mass murder and various native peoples in all times and places have interpreted omens in the most dire possible manner. It’s almost as if humans have a genetic propensity to believe the worst possible future scenario and this even makes evolutionary sense; after all, paranoia is a useful survival skill.

The fashionable world ending scenario nowadays is of course global warming, unless you prefer agricultural collapse due to honeybee decline or biological collapse due to extinction of keystone species. And yet, here I am: though the planet appears to be in its death throes, again, I continue to exist in reasonable comfort, as do most of my acquaintances, and I have every expectation of living out a typical human life span. As a sage of my acquaintance sometimes asks, “Why is the view out my front window less meaningful than the view on TV?”

I’m not suggesting that everything is rosy, that humans around the world aren’t dealing with serious difficulties, and I’m certainly not suggesting that your particular crusade, whatever it is, isn’t right and holy and urgent or that I won’t contribute to your fundraiser, whatever it happens to be this week. But I am suggesting that humans in general, and you and me in particular, are predisposed to fear apocalypse, to assume that our world is about to collapse. And when selecting our paranoid obsessions, it may be a good idea to keep this in mind.

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I’ve been asked if I ‘believe’ in the sectional conspiracy that I discovered, and describe below. I’m not sure how to answer. I certainly believe in the facts presented. Do I believe that a secretive group cast a Kabbalistic magick spell over the developing Unites States? Or do I think, rather, that I have just found a clever way to map odd information onto an exceedingly complicated topic? I don’t know. And I can’t figure out what the difference is between the two possibilities.

One of the problems with not being a conspiracy theorist is that one has no easy explanations when faced with some of the more glaring oddities of the world around us. It is, for example, passing strange that the dollar bill features an all-seeing eye and pyramid and the fact that it can be explained does not mean that it has been explained, if you follow my drift. Similarly, the non-conspiracy theorist is forced into some fancy mental gymnastics when considering glaringly obvious phenomena, such as the presence of two Skull-and-Bonesmen in the 2004 presidential election (the Bonesmen won either way), the screwy layout of Washington D.C., and the pentagonal shape of the world’s most powerful military headquarters. Mundane explanations exist for all of these, but since they are bizarre facts to begin with, the mind is more comfortable with bizarre explanations involving the Illuminati, aliens, or the occult.

since they are bizarre facts to begin with, the mind is more comfortable with bizarre explanations

My own personal example of this began one morning when I was considering the Public Lands Survey System (PLSS) township layout, the 6×6 boustrephedonic square made up of 36 square mile ‘sections’. ‘Boustrephedonic’, incidentally, is the word for the right-to-left, left-to-right layout of the square – it’s from the Greek, and means ‘as an ox plows’ and in this case describes the descending, switchbacking layout of the square – see the illustration. I’ve always wondered about the township layout; why, for instance, is it boustrephedonic, and why is it 6×6, and not some other number? Idly, I added up the columns and rows, to see if there were any ‘magic square’ properties in the design. The columns all add up to 111 – try it yourself. A little experimentation showed that this is a feature of boustrephedonic squares with even, but not odd, numbered sides, so this is not mysterious. The rows, on the other hand, seemed to yield no pattern of interest… until I took one more step. I ‘reduced’ the numbers numerologically to yield a single digit number. That is, I added together the digits of the multi-digit numbers, and if the result was multi-digit I added again until a one digit number resulted. As seen below, the numerological sum of all the rows is three, and it takes no special flash of insight to see that the numerological sum of 111, the column sum, is also three. Curious.

Township ImageI should say, here, that I am not much of a numerologist. I don’t work out year numbers, or look for numerological significance in the dates of my life. Still, I did read a book about it once, and took away numerological reduction as a sort of ‘mental fidgeting’. And number mysticism has a history in the West that goes all the way back to Pythagoras and his followers. Many great minds have succumbed, and the results are not always pretty. Isaac Newton, for example, spent at least as much time on numerical Biblical exegesis as he did on scientific work and his writings on those topics strike modern readers as deranged. Many movies, such as Pi and A Beautiful Mind, explore the tendency of the mind to project numerological meaning onto complex phenomena.

Be that as it may and ignoring, for the moment, the possibility that I was succumbing to number mysticism, the undeniable fact remained that the Government Land Office (GLO) township is a numerological magic square. I worked out boustrephedonic squares from 2×2 to 9×9, and only the 6×6 square has this property.

So; now what? Well, not having all that many facts at hand, I immediately began to theorize. Eventually, I came up with rather an elaborate scenario involving Thomas Jefferson, the Illuminati, and aerial photography – it was good for at least 20 minutes of happy hour conversation. But, upon investigation, the hypothesis broke down. Jefferson, for example, preferred a 10×10 square and there is no evidence of Illuminati involvement… but then, there wouldn’t be, would there? So I began to tire of the whole thing; not that I disbelieved my nutty theory, necessarily, but I began to bore even myself.

Kaballah?


Two actual facts got me interested again. First, when reading a book about the Jewish system of mysticism known as Kaballah (or Cabala, or Qaballah, or any of several variants – take your pick) I happened across the following figure.

Picture 2It turns out that conventional magic squares are important in Kaballah, and are associated with the planets and astrological magic. The 6×6 square is associated with the sun, and is therefore the most powerful of these. One text of Western Occultism (for which Kaballah is a major source), dating from the 1400s, says of it, “The figure of the Sun is appropriated for kings and princes of this world, and it is square and has a grid of six, and it is the figure of total power.”

early Americans were determined to stamp the ‘figure of the Sun’ across the entire Continent – and nearly succeeded

Now, I only sort of believe in astrological magic, or rather, I’m learning to suspend judgement about the exotic belief systems of others, but it is a fact that humans have apparently always used the progressions of the night sky for mystical purposes, and after 1,000’s of years, astrology very much remains part of our world – something about it is irresistibly seductive to some human minds. And interestingly, amazing feats of engineering have a long association with astronomy and astrology. The Pyramids, of course, and Stonehenge, are just two of the many examples of major ancient accomplishments which are now believed to have been largely motivated by astrological concerns. But considered as a whole, the township system is this planet’s most significant man made feature – it would swallow thousands of Great Walls. It is easily visible from space. Which leads to the rather strange thought that future archaeologists, investigating the wonder that was America, will uncover the whole system of townships and naturally conclude that early Americans were determined to stamp the ‘figure of the Sun’ across the entire Continent – and nearly succeeded.

An Apocalyptic Sum


I’ll admit, I could have done without the second actual fact that got me interested again in township oddities. Late in 2003, after I had been musing about these things for a couple of years, I was looking again at a township layout (they were, after all, a major feature of my job) and suddenly wondered what the numbers 1 through 36 add up to. That is, what is the sum of the 36 township squares? I’ve learned since that there’s an easy way to sum up long series of numbers, but I didn’t know it at the time so I just took out my trusty Hewlett Packard and cranked out an answer. Then, hoping I’d made a mistake, I added them up again… and then I did it one more time just to be sure. The sum is—and some of you are probably way ahead of me here—666, also known as “The Number of the Beast”.

Here is the key; and anyone who has intelligence may work out the number of the beast. The number represents a man’s name, and the numerical value of its letters is six hundred and sixty-six.Revelation 13:18, New English Bible

Now What?


To sum up then, the GLO township is a unique numerological magic square, very similar to squares associated with Kaballah and used in Western Occultism for hundreds of years. In a major feat of engineering, it has been stamped across much of the United States. The sum of its individual squares is 666, a number of apocalyptic significance to many.

Now what is the poor non-conspiracy theorist to do, faced with such a rich source of peculiarity? Probably the best thing to do is to ignore such rabbit holes, but instead I began to wonder about possible motivations. That is, if there were some shadowy group behind all this, what might their motives have been?

Because the GLO square has definitely had a major effect on the United States, quite aside from its impact on surveying. Fly over the United States, or look at aerial photos. You will see a grid, a chessboard; square fields or developed blocks bounded by straight roads. No other sector of the Earth is laid out like this. Fly over any part of Europe, or Asia, or South America, or… anywhere but here, really. You will see roads and fields that follow contours, that give way to hills and mountains, that nestle up to forest edges and creeks. You will see a human landscape that is shaped by the natural world; but in the United States, most of us live in a landscape that is—thanks to ownership lines imposed arbitrarily—imposed upon the natural world, laid over it like graph paper on a map. The township system is part of the structural underpinning of U.S. culture, part of every American’s mental furniture. It may not be, quite, the air we breathe but it is certainly the ground we walk on. It shapes our visible world and it shapes us.

Is it too crazy, too speculative, to say that Americans are a different people as a result of our different environment, that our national culture is partially a product of our national landscape? As a nation, we do tend to ride roughshod, at times, over the natural world. Could our straight roads and square fields be shaping us as much as we shape them?

Now here I speculate wildly, but bear with me. One word for the tendency to impose order on nature is ‘Apollonian’. The sun god, Apollo, has long been associated with classical order, control, discipline and masculinity – as opposed to the Moon Goddess, traditionally associated with wildness, paganism, and femininity. As a nation, the United States is considerably more ‘solar’ than ‘lunar’.

But since the 6×6 square is a solar device, a fascinating (and, yes, nutty and conspiratorial) possibility comes to mind. There is the interesting, unlikely, crazy possibility that some person or group manipulated the choice of GLO township layout in an attempt to cast a Kabbalistic spell over an entire nation… and there is the possibility that it worked.

Of everything I’ve written, the above piece has generated by far the most response. I’m glad. It’s one of those stories that took a couple of years to write, as different puzzle parts fell into place. There were a couple of things I didn’t try to include in the published article (which first appeared in a magazine for land surveyors) or on my radio show. For one, it was really odd how information came to me about this. For example, the occult book mentioned (it is alarmingly titled, Conjuring Spirits) practically jumped out at me from a bookstore shelf and opened in my hands to the Kaballah square that began to tie everything together. Another, weirder, happenstance had to do with my study of a classic ‘master’ conspiracy theory known as the Sirius Mystery, and centering on a book of that title by Robert Temple, and also on an underground bestseller by über conspiracy theorist Robert Anton Wilson titled Cosmic Trigger. The basic idea of the Sirius Mystery is that beings from the Sirius star system visited several ancient civilizations to jumpstart human technology, while also providing the magickal basis for every conspiracy since, from the Knights Templar to the Priory of Sion (don’t ask). Naturally, they are in psychic contact with some humans, and intend to return fairly soon…

Anyway, Wilson’s book mentioned that he and two other writers, Doris Lessing and Phillip K. Dick, all wrote books about aliens from Sirius at more or less the same time, and without having any contact each other. I’d read Dick’s book, and decided to read Lessing’s, Shikasta. It’s a good read, but most notable for me was one of the book’s concluding passages, which described the gridded look of the sectionalized United States and attributed it to the evil ‘Shikasta’ influence! It was an odd moment; two separate conspiracy type thingies that I had been studying and thinking and talking about obsessively for more than a year suddenly and unexpectedly came together with a bang. For a couple of days, the world was a different place for me.

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The Meteorite’s POV

August 15, 2009

Apropos of nothing at all, single malt scotch and a certain other inebriant (cough, cough) make for a righteous buzz.

Think of yourself as a meteorite, zooming through space. Except that from your point of view, you’re not zooming at all; you’re hanging, motionless, with only other meteorites for companions, not even drifting, just endlessly static in a field of stars far denser and more brilliant than atmosphere-bound humans ever experience. Peaceful. Except that every few years, or centuries, or millennia, some damn planet comes crashing through, annihilating you and some hundreds of your brethren.

Meteorite impacts are hard on Earth, to be sure, what with the craters and all… but they’re disastrous for the meteorites.

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Contrary to popular belief, there are plenty of atheists in foxholes… including, of course, the foxes.

The promiscuous mingling of church and state left me slightly nauseated

On a recent visit to Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, I happened across the Washington Memorial Chapel, which looks very like a small cathedral, except that larded in with the pulpit, pews, baptismal font and other trappings of ritualized Yahweh worship one also finds heroic statues, state seals, bad poetry and other elaborate encrustations more often associated with city halls, capitol buildings, and other excretions of Governmentlandia. The promiscuous mingling of church and state left me slightly nauseated and even a little shocked, for usually the two principalities have the decency to partially veil their incestuous intercourse. Not that they ever really take a break: the intertwining of spiritual and temporal urges dates at least to the days that popes crowned kings and though there have been spats down through the centuries the relationship is still passionate. And like any relationship that stands the test of time, the attraction is not merely physical—there are numerous practical benefits. Churches benefit when the state mandates, or at least encourages, religious observance and prohibits the use of psychedelics and other alternative spirituality. And governments are always happy to have their subjects sedated by the opiate of the masses and made ready for war or servitude, as the need arises. In business terms—and what other terms could possible apply?—the synergies maximize profit.

But whether we puny humans, struggling to achieve a bit of happiness in this vale of sorrow, also benefit is certainly debatable. It’s difficult, after all, to see institutionalized religion as anything but an expensive inconvenience and the best thing one can say for most governments is that they do a good job tidying up our corpses after we die in the wars they inflict on us. So reducing the reach and influence of these predators is greatly to be desired, and prohibiting their immoral congress is a good place to start.

Because I have a large brain, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking, ‘Hey, here in the United States we do separate church and state’ but the separation I have in mind would be considerably more separate. Public officials would not be sworn in on the Bible or any other holy book, they would not be allowed to publicly express religious beliefs—ideally they’d be atheists, or at least agnostic—there’d be no such job as senate chaplain, and in every other way conceivable the two lovers would be thoroughly segregated, or at least adequately chaperoned.

I find it curious that believers are so eager to get in bed with politicians, and a little hypocritical as well. After all, if there is anything at all to this God they keep nattering on about, He is presumably able to take care of Himself, and even promote His preferred agenda, without the aid of government programs, pogroms, or other manifestations of politicized religiosity. And certainly His followers are able to cause more than enough trouble without the benefit of State support.

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About two years ago I recorded an interview with writer and extreme traveler (and personal friend) Craig Childs that focused on his recently released book, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild. The interview first played on KVNF in Colorado, and was subsequently picked up and played on PRX. I was very happy with the way it came out, and if you like you can listen to it here.

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The Bar on Geary Street

July 22, 2009

To be sung in a bar with beer in hand, surrounded by friends. Irish accent optional, but encouraged.

I know a bar
on Geary Street
where sins confessed
are washed away.

And I confess
that in my youth
I went there, sometimes,
every day.

For the weight
of one day’s sin
was more than I could bear,
so off I’d go
to Geary Street
to find forgiveness there.

Oh how I miss
those days of youth
when I thought I
could be washed clean.
Now my trips to Geary Street
are few and far between.

But a wicked life is slow to pass
so here I am again,
to lift a glass with you
my friends,
and be washed clean again.

And of all the places to confess
right here, my friends, is surely best.

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It’s the biggest elephant of all in every room that’s ever been and we never, ever, speak of it: I refer, of course, to the mystery of our origins.

When my sentences grow long and baroquely complex you can be sure I have nothing to say

Oh, we all have theories—evolution, Eden, alien spores—and we argue about them vigorously and endlessly, but what we never acknowledge is that none of us know. The creation was not televised and fossil evidence will never be conclusive. So far as we know we are alone in all the cosmos, the only self-aware tool users who have ever been, and we have not one shred of admissible evidence explaining how we got this way, or what it all means, or if it means anything at all, at all. As a species we are orphans, left to raise ourselves and with no monogrammed swaddling blanket to look to for a clue.

And you know what? It matters. For just as an orphan will spin fantasies about his noble unknown lineage, or fear that he is of low caste, mongrel birth, so we naked apes imagine we are Sons of God or consign ourselves to being freaks of chemical chance, with no guarantee that the flame lit by chance will not flicker and die.

When my sentences grow long and baroquely complex you can be sure I have nothing, really, to say and am hoping to drown you in syllables. So let me, for once, be brief and clear: I don’t know where we come from either. But I am deeply certain that the tale of our beginning is stranger and more beautiful than anything we have yet conceived.

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And after they won, they flew the zeppelins to Jerusalem and stole the Holy Grail from King Arthur and the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.

The Battle of Agincourt, a famous English victory over the French, was fought on October 25th, 1415. On that rainy, muddy day, King Henry’s archers and infantrymen defeated French cavalry, though they were outnumbered 4 to 1.

Or were they? In her recent book, Agincourt, A New History, historian Anne Curry uses original army enrollment records to prove conclusively that in fact the odds were about 3 to 2.

Or were they? Historian Juliet Barker, in her even more recent book, Agincourt: The King, the Campaign, the Battle, uses French heraldic sources to prove conclusively that the French outnumbered the English by 6 to 1.

the French won decisively, using armored zeppelins

Other aspects of the battle are also disputed. Some reconstructions suggest that the English longbow was not as effective as commonly thought, that Henry was a lousy general, and that English archers did more damage as infantry than they did as archers. I will not be surprised if some new history proves conclusively that in fact the French won decisively, using armored zeppelins.

Nor is Agincourt the only battle with disputed history: the history of all battles is endlessly debated as is every historical event. The plain cold truth is, humans have no way of knowing definitely what happened yesterday, let alone 600 years ago. Our only access to the past is second hand, via eyewitness accounts or physical records such as photographs. But we know from modern studies that eyewitnesses are hopelessly subjective and physical evidence is subject to endless interpretation—consider the Zapruder film of the JFK assassination; what it proves seems to depend on who you are.

Underlying human efforts to write history is the assumption that there is a truth to be discovered—that is, we act as if there is one true story that can be reassembled by painstaking research. But is there? Since the past is non-existent in the most profound way possible, isn’t it really the case that all we can do in the present is argue about interpretations of the past?

And of course this applies to more than history—religions also fiercely debate the past and the most successful religions are the ones that most successfully push their interpretation of what really happened hundreds or thousands of years ago. For example, at least in our culture, it is usually taken for granted that the man Jesus at least existed but in fact, historically speaking, there is not a shred of admissible evidence that proves it—no physical evidence, no direct eyewitness accounts, no documentary evidence, no mention by contemporary historians such as Josephus or Tacitus… no evidence at all, really, just the hearsay evidence of biased authors writing 70 years or more after the supposed man’s supposed death. Am I saying that Jesus never existed? Not at all! I’m just pointing out that humans today have no way of really knowing whether or not he existed and that everyone who says otherwise is sort of, um, lying. And the same can be said for quite a few ‘historical’ figures.

So the past turns out to be as fluid and subject to human influence as the future and only the present really exists—which is something the Buddha said thousands of years ago… or did he?

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I quoted Lon Milo Duquette in my post, Pagan Idolatry: How To Do It And Why You Should and he came across the post and commented—turns out we both have Ganesh altars! Lon has been a substantial influence on my thinking and philosophy, so I immediately asked if he would grant an interview to Belief Systems & Other BS, and he graciously agreed. The interview is below, with my questions italicized.

Do I banish? Do I invoke? Do I evoke spirits? Yes

For those who don’t recognize the name, Lon Milo Duquette is among the most visible and eminent modern ceremonial magicians. He’s an authority on Aleister Crowley and his magical systems, a high ranking member of the Ordo Templi Orientis, and a prolific and exceptionally talented author who has published some of the very best and most accessible modern expositions of ancient magical systems such as Enochian and Goetic magick. His writing is marked by grace, humility, and humor, and authority based on extensive research and experience. That he is a member of the Illuminati seems obvious, though he has yet to admit as much in public.

The interview below contains a scoop—the subject and proposed name of Lon’s next book. Enjoy.

What’s a typical day like for one of the world’s most visible magicians? Do you have a daily magickal practice?

Since I left my 9 to 5 job to become a full-time Lon back in 2003 there hasn’t been a typical day. One thing hasn’t changed, however, and that’s my daily preoccupation with affecting the magical miracle of keeping a roof over our heads and the medical insurance paid.

I travel a lot giving workshops, lectures all over the country and world. I am probably most magically disciplined when I’m on the road. I take full meditative advantage of the hours of unbroken silence as I stand in airport security lines and sit quietly at the gate area. My hotel room becomes my hermit’s cell, where the meager equipment necessary to maintain my life and comfort is neatly bundled into one bag.

Do I banish? Do I invoke? Do I evoke spirits? Yes. Even on the road I do these things, But after decades of performing pentagram and hexagram rituals, Star Rubies, Star Sapphires, etc. my personal banishings, invocations, and evocations have taken on extremely personal dimensions and might not (indeed, SHOULD not) be recognizable or understood by others.

At home a typical day starts between 3:00 and 3:30 AM. Before I get out of bed I do a general ‘getting-off-on-the-right-foot-personal banishing/invocation’ that would take me all day to describe …so I won’t. I then grab a cold bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and shut myself in my office and start writing. I’m usually working on the next book, but I also have two or three other smaller projects –usually introductions or forewords to other people’s books, or lecture/workshop material that need attention. I’ll work on two or three chapters at the same time. I’ve found that when I get burned out on one train of thought I need only change the subject to feel completely refreshed and energized.

I try to write until around 8:00 AM. By then Constance has been up for awhile and brings me a cup of tea. I continue pecking on the book, but I also start checking my email and getting myself enmeshed in the objective reality of the day. I’ll take a walk around the neighborhood or the nearby parks before coming home to breakfast on the backyard patio. Constance has our tiny backyard garden teeming with flowers (and a few squash, green beans and tomatoes). The roses are insane! So are the humming birds.

We say ‘will’ (a Thelemic affirmation) before all our meals. We also try to recite ‘Resh’ in the morning, noon, sunset, and before retiring.

I stay in the office for most of the day. I get some serious work done, but I have to confess I spend far too much time farting around with my email….LIKE I’M DOING NOW! and working on scheduling my talks, etc. I have my guitar on a stand right behind my chair and I play it to unwind. I probably now play my guitar 2-3 hours a day… more when I have a gig that evening.

I try to catch a nap in the afternoon. Then I get up and take another walk before dinner (or, on nights I have a singing gig, a little snack). I try to get to bed around 11:00PM. Then the whole thing starts over again. Aren’t you sorry you asked?

Is it reasonable to consider magick done to elevate or refine the self as being different from magick done to ‘get things’—that is, to get a better job, or a place to live, or a creative opportunity? If so, how do you strike a balance between the two?

“Elevating and refining the self” is the reason you do magick “to get things done”.

Should have asked this first, probably, but: do you prefer ‘magick’ or ‘magic’?

I don’t care anymore. I use “Magick” when the audience as an understanding and appreciation of term, and “Magic” when the audience is so green that the “k” would be just one more bit of confusion, i.e., I title one book “The Magick of Aleister Crowley” and other, “The Key to Solomon’s Key – Secrets of Magic and Masonry”. I don’t however use the word “Magickal.” I don’t know why. It just bugs me.

In My Life With The Spirits: The Adventures of a Modern Magician you discuss delightful adventures with the Goetia and with Enochian magick; what have been your ongoing experiences with these branches of magick?

Glad you asked! I’ll write a lot more on both those subjects in my new book (should be out in 2010). It’s called (if the publisher allows) “Low Magick”. Until then, I’ll have to ask you to wait.

How important a figure has Aleister Crowley been in your life?

Very important.

I noticed you were on the faculty of Maybe Logic Academy: what do you teach, and were you close to Robert Anton Wilson?


I knew Bob, but I can’t honestly say we were real close. Our lodge presented him with our ‘annual’ Illuminati Award. Every year for a few years running the organizers of Pantheacon booked us to share the same hotel room. That was a kick.

So far I’ve taught four classes at Maybe Logic Academy – two each of “Understanding Aleister Crowley’s Thoth Tarot” and “Initiation – The Western Magical Tradition”. I’m about to give new class on “Enochian Vision Magick.” Stay tuned!

If an intelligent young person, interested in magick, asked you for three books to read, what would you suggest?

I have to be shameless and suggest three pairs of books:

Crowley’s Magick: Book 4, Liber Aba and my The Magick of Aleister Crowley: A Handbook of the Rituals of Thelema.

Crowley’s The Book of Thoth and my Understanding Aleister Crowley’s Thoth Tarot.

[Belief Systems & Other BS note: You'll also want the Aleister Crowley Thoth Tarot Deck discussed in the above two volumes]

Crowley’s The Goetia: The Lesser Key of Solomon the King (Clavicula Salomonis Regis) and my The Key to Solomon’s Key: Secrets of Magic and Masonry.

Thank you very much.

You’re welcome.

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