The Beast in Crowley and his anti-witchcraft stance
This post will be hated by some (especially his mother) but is loved by Crowley… he told me so…
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A lot have been said about Revelation in the bible but it still holds a minefield of ideas and images. I like to think (and the cascade of psuedo-scholars online will disagree (and thelemites will disagree with the rest)) that it is a chaos of a delirious schizo text of a sunburnt mind of solitude personified as St John (maybe it was him) raging against Satan but loving (to hate) Satan.
Rage, oh rage, the text is soaked in it; and oil takes so long to dry in papyrus; smudged oil mixed ink (the first draft) in some cave waiting to be found, subtitled, a love-hate letter to The Beast…
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So this post is really about Aleister Crowley and looking at the role of The Beast in his mythos. I find it odd how little have actually been written about this as it is essentially the “heart” of his work.
So here are two quotes from Magick in Theory and Practice,
The name of I. A. O. is the qabalistical identical to THE BEAST and with his number, 666, so that he who invokes the former also invokes the latter. Also with AIWAZ and the Number 93.
And
Before I touched my teens, I was already aware I was THE BEAST whose number was 666. I did not understand in the least what that implied; it was an passionately ecstatic sense of identity.
John Symond writes,
“Why do you call yourself the Beast?” I asked him on the occasion of our first meeting.
“My mother called me the Beast,” he replied to my surprise.
Crowley states the godhead - I. A. O. - is The Beast; he is The Beast and so is his holy guardian angel, Aiwaz; everything is The Beast it would seem. You can’t escape the beast (the capitals are annoying). And it is somehow tied to his mother’s rage at him or maybe even affection… it’s
hard to tell apart, all ATTENTION when you are young… the sour touch of the “wicked witch”… punishment for being BAD, attention for being BAD, the ecstasy of attention for being BAD)… his mother dearest… beating him for being the devil…
wicked, independent, courageous, ambitious, and so on.
Sounds like him… those qualities…
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The beast is like the ouroborus, eternally circling itself, and it does bite itself, sadist and masochist turning into each other, making Asar Un-nefer, “myself made perfect”, I guess the idea being if you are both, neither dominates, but that is also a kind of a lie….
Crowley infers rather than describes, especially in his ritual of self-initiation, Liber Pyramidos, masochistic activities which turn from you doing it yourself into the spirits doing it to you (even though alone)…
I don’t know if any of you have self-harmed or done body play on yourself, but the will to do it is there but hesitation grips until a force overtakes you, you cut or burn or hurt yourself in some way… it is a surprise, like a spirit, like a possession… as if you are Derek Acorah and a ghost has taken over your body hurting you… the wound… of the ghost… there! cut into your skin!
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One of the most interesting things about Crowley in his rituals is how much weight he puts on a diligent analysis of yourself which leads to banishing.
In his text to invoke the holy guardian angel, Liber Samekh, he writes,
There is firstly an analysis of the Adept, which enables him to calculate his course of action. He can decide what must be banished, what purified, what concentrated.
Let’s just say what this is, “repression”, but a deliberate kind, and it opens the question, does he really want these elements gone?
I wonder if this is where Austin Osman Spare got his idea of forgetfulness, seeing Crowley “banish” parts of himself before finding the beast rolling around on the floor in mortification of their magnification overwhelming his whole body in some trance…
Crowley suggests only the Spiral Dance frees the body from it, from the spirits of damnation, but it isn’t freedom, it is “devil worship”…
(look up devil worship in Magick in Theory and Practice to see what I’m taking about, or just have a rage wank thelemites… worshipping that rage demon I see…)
He writes,
Now this Word SABAF, being by number Threescore and Ten, is a Name of Ayin, the Eye, and “The Devil” our Lord, and the Goat of Mendes. He is the Lord of the Sabbath of the Adepts, and is Satan, therefore also the Sun, whose number of Magick is 666, the seal of His servant the BEAST.
He puts at the end of The Bornless One invocation, and he has made clear in his first published version of it, that the Bornless One is the Beast, 666, anthropos, or man. MAN. not woman, “the Sabbath of the Adepts”, not witches…
And he is the servant of Satan… All Satan. into Satan. a servant of… a masochist to… Satan…
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In Magick in Theory and Practice, Crowley writes,
This formula, however, a little different in symbolism, since it is Woman whose Cup must be filled. It is rather the sacrifice of Man, who transfers life to his descendants. For a woman does not carry life within her, except temporarily, when it is given to her.
For him, women are death. He also states why he thinks this,
Inexplicable are the atrocities which accompanied every step in His Initiation! Death dragged away His children with slow savagery; the women He loved drank themselves into delirium and dementia before His eyes, or repaid His passionate devotion with toad-cold treachery at the moment when long years of loyalty had tempted Him to trust them.
And then he gives the game away (the brutal truth),
His uninitiated “self” (as he absurdly thinks it) is a mob of wild women, hysterical from uncomprehended and unsated animal instinct; they will tear Pentheus, the merely human king who presumes to repress them, into mere shreds of flesh; his own mother, Nature, the first to claw at his windpipe! None but Bacchus, the Holy Guardian Angel, hath grace to be God to this riot of maniacs; he alone can transform the disorderly rabble into a pageant of harmonious movements, tune their hyaena howls to the symphony of a paean, and their reasonless rage to self-controlled rapture.
He’s a narcissistic control freak… and then he says it’s ok if he looses control, he is overtaken by the spirit, but he only does so to be able to control the frenzy of women, who he imagines are his own impulses, feminising him but urging him to control them, remasculinising his being… with his prick… what a prick… worse than Jesus…
It is this Angel whose nature is doubly double, that He may partake of every sacrament. He is at once a God who is drunken with the wine of earth, and the mammal who quaffs the Blood of God to purge him of mortality. He is a woman as he accepts all impulses, are they not His? He is a man to stamp Himself upon whatever would hallow itself to Him.
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At the end of Liber Samekh,
And more than this it is not necessary to say, for his Angel shall have entreated him kindly, and showed him in what manner he may be most perfectly invoked. And unto him that hath this Master there is nothing else that he needeth, so long as he continue in the Knowledge and Conversation of the Angel, so that he shall come at last into the City of the Pyramids.
So the angel is the holy guardian one, which he says in Magick in Theory and Practice,
… wound was healed; nor understands that Satan, the Old Serpent, in the Abyss, the Lake of Fire and Sulphur, is the Sun-Father, the vibration of Life, Lord of Infinite Space that flames with His Consuming Energy, and is also that throned Light whose Spirit is suffused throughout the City of Jewels.
And he has a ritual for creating the pyramid of self-initiation entitled, Liber Pyramidos. One part of it invokes hell,
Asar Un-nefer! I invoke
The Fourfold Horror of the Smoke.
Unloose the Pit! by the dread Word
of Power - Set-Typhon hath heard -
SAZAZ SAZAZ ADNATSAN SAZAZ
The Fear of Darkness and of Death.
The Fear of Water and of Fire
The Fear oí the Chasm and the Chain
The Fear of Hell and the dead Breath.
The Fear of Him, the Demon dire
That on the Threshold of the Inane
Stands with His Dragon Fear to slay
(Thing, cut up thing, I see your name!)
I am actually getting really tired of writing this; Crowley is infinite in pigshit, one reference after another, it is just fucking exhausting, I just don’t give a shit! Pigshit Crowley!
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But there’s a weirdness in your argument that doesn’t make sense, you turn always to the man (the father figure) to make sense out of everything even though you call CHAOS the father of the ALL, SATAN, you know him, your cock, his cock, all one cock, all the same surging impulses, not alien, not other, you can accept the fallacies and the contradictions and the failings, that clear mirror…
OK YOUR MOTHER HATED YOU WE GET IT!
AND YOU COULDN’T BEAR TO HATE HER!
But you did and you felt dirty, Aleister darling, we know we know…
MADE YOU FEEL DIRTY TO HATE HER… And dirty for her to hate you! in the pigshit!
MADE YOU A MASOCHIST TO YOUR OWN HATE OF HER… STOPPED YOU LOVING OR MADE YOU LOVE TOO MUCH… YOU MADE THAT IMAGE NO WOMAN CAN LIVE UP TO OR WANT TO… AS SHE DID TO YOU… the twist you turned back the dial to make her as she saw you! ILL-DEFINED HATRED NEVER TO BE PERFECT but she was perfect in your little mind and you mirrored her perfection onto you… you as her her as you… the perfection of hate as LOVE… CROWLEY… in the pigshit!
Every women wanted to shout at you, I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER CROWLEY…
And so what if she hated you? So what? She hated what she made and you denied her role… so what? she hated you? so fucking what?
Incels try to hammer out feminity of their faces literally with a hammer but it isn’t feminity, it’s THEIR MOTHER they try to hammer out… feeling their hatred of their mothers in their face…
and Crowley wasn’t an incel but the analogy is plain to see in a broken face… destroying that mirror and seeing in the fragments Satan staring back…
Crowley in Liber Pyramidos lists everything he hates about himself…. and makes you the initiate say his shadow to you… as you… to be the beast in you in him…
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everything having to conform to scripture, even the pain they inflicted, even your love of Satan, any rebellion is Satan to be beaten out of you…
and those exorcisms of pain just made Satan more real, the otherworld…
of salvation in the hell of damnation… for everything they said of hell they inflicted on you…
like Revelation, fucking hell, the angels of Christ
EVIL MOTHERFUCKERS!
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But this isn’t where I redeem you Aleister, fuck you you arrogant prick…
you personify what I hate, that lonesome quality…
you are better than everyone else…
(YES I AM GUILTY OF THAT TOO, SHUT THE FUCK UP PIGSHIT CROWLEY…)
And didn’t you just think, just for a second, desire, people desire each other BECAUSE THEY WANT TO FUCK THEY GET OFF ON IT, and if we raise PAN or PAIN or LADY GAGA or WHATEVER…
(OH SHUT UP PIGSHIT CROWLEY)
it’s just what IS, YOU SAD LONELY motherfucking OCCULTIST BUT we all know it’s pain, …, we all know it’s pain…
(SHUT THE FUCK UP PIGSHIT CROWLEY)
Petruska used to say, Fuck pain, it’s seering intensity… we want! in love! always love! if only in that moment! love! orgasm!
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It’s pretty clear to me that blackhole in his life was debilitating depression:
In bondage with thy brother beast,
Love tortured thee, as Love’s hope died
And Love’s faith rotted. Life no least Dim star descried.
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Whose Pain was purposeless; appalled
That aimless accident thus trod
Its agony, that void skies sprawled
On the vain sod !
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He writes in bold (remember he says the godhead is
“The Devil” our Lord, and the Goat of Mendes. He is the Lord of the Sabbath of the Adepts)
All the works of witcheraft are illusory; and their apparent effects depend on the idea that it is possible to alter things by the mere rearrangement of them.
So in the actual paragraph, he basically infers you need cum to make magic work and without that, it is illusionary, but that doesn’t interest me really, there is something else he is inferring…
this WHOLE fucking THING MIGHT BE ILLUSIONARY, THAT MAGICK ITSELF MIGHT BE A TRICK… that it might be pigshit PIGSHIT CROWLEY…
but of course, I have no idea, I’m just an idiot who writes poetry… and this goddamn Substack to attempt to keep myself somewhat sane…
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the dagger in the heart, that line in The Book of the Law about not being a slave, not being at the mercy of societal slave ownership mentality, and yet you have to make A LAW to liberate yourself…
but not a law you made, but it had to be one a GOD OR THE GODS THAT MADE…
THE IRONY IS KILLING ME… and his denial of Horus as anarchy because hierarchy he loved, his BD/SM trip, and he loved being posh, and being in charge, and being the angel, the one who knows, and we are just demons for his whims… and there! in his being, he could never truly kill Set…
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Ah Dionysius you maybe but only in the dreamscape of I am!
you are just a cock on the bed to fuck…
who talks too fucking much…
rancid reptile who invades David Icke’s head too much!
Leave him alone, let him get help!
(It’s not funny anymore!)
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I agree with everyone you have said haha Al xxx